> Potty Training Tales
>  by SuperPinkBrony12
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> A Belle Blitz (Sweetie Belle)
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It is an undeniable fact that all ponies, no matter their class, share certain bodily needs. It is also a fact that that their class (or the one that they aspired to be) limited their acceptable method (or methods) of expressing them, and that these methods changed over the course of time.

And so it was that the teenage unicorn Rarity, who was not of high class but strove to act as close to it as possible, spent the first several minutes of her morning lamenting silently how she was caught between a rock and a hard place by the full bladder which had roused her from sleep. 

A true noblepony would either have servants to handle her chamber pot, one of the new flush lavatories nearby, or both. But Rarity had no servants and while she had (through great effort) persuaded her parents to purchase a modern convenience, it had been installed in the same outhouse which had always been annoyingly far away as a foal.

Back then she had just used her pot freely, of course. But now she knew better, which meant she had no choice but to get up out of her warm bed, descend two flights of stairs, and endure the spring rain (what were the pegasi thinking having it at this hour?) in order to relieve her needs. Because it was the proper, ladylike thing to do.

And so, it was perhaps a little annoying to walk into the dining room (where the back door was) and find her mother changing her little sister’s diaper right there on the floor, with no sense of propriety at all. Especially as she entered at just the right moment to get a solid whiff of its contents, which rather put her of the idea of breakfast.

“Ugh… wasn’t she supposed to have been pot-trained by now?” She inquired as to her little sister’s status. Using a chamber pot was… acceptable for a small foal, regardless of their class.

“I guess not,” Answered her mother in far too cheery a tone considering what she was doing. “Ah well, she’ll be ready on her own time, just like you were. No sense rushing it.”

“I actually made an effort!” Rarity thought but didn’t say out right as she stepped delicately around the scene. Still, her body language seemed to communicate enough for little Sweetie Belle to turn her head and say. “Is Rawity mad at Seetie?” She seemed quite downcast at the thought.

Rarity was actually more angry at her parents for their lackadaisical approach to child-rearing, but had no idea how to explain that to a toddler in front of one of said parents. So she just settled for “No, of course not.”

But Sweetie was not so easily reassured. “Then why Rawity going?”

“I just need to step out for some business, and then we can all have breakfast together, okay?” The young, hopeful future fashionista declared.

This seemed to satisfy Sweetie, but then their mother spoke up. “You’re really going out for that? It’s pouring, and you know how you get when you get your hooves muddy. Why not just- “

“-Because I don’t want to, Mother!” Came the cutting interruption before Cookie Crumbles could try to lure her daughter back to chamber pot use. She knew how that would go: First she would just use it when it was wet and muddy, then at night, then when she didn’t feel like interrupting her latest romance novel or sewing project, the justifications would pile up until finally… “And honestly, with the price you paid for the new fixture, you should be glad somepony is getting your money’s worth out of it for the time being.”

She exited through the backdoor before her mother could register another argument, and immediately found her hooves sinking into the mud while rain poured down on her back. Joy.




 
In the half-minute or so it took her to reach the outhouse to relieve her needs, her coat was thoroughly soaked and her legs caked in mud up to the fetlocks. She wished her parents had bothered to move the flush lavatory indoors. Outhouses and chamber pots were fast becoming obsolete in the eyes of the upper class. Moving the plumbing indoors just seemed like the natural thing to do.

But Hondo and Cookie didn’t seem to think the same. If not for Rarity’s begging and pleading, they probably wouldn’t have bothered paying somepony to come and install one in the first place. She should be grateful her desire was at least somewhat met. Now if only she could teleport like some great sorceress, at least then she might not get so muddy.

She at least took her time to enjoy the novelty using the facilities: Both the flush which allowed her to empty her bladder without afflicting her nose, and the sprayer which made sure all parts of her were nice and clean afterwards. By using them together she also managed to mostly rid her hooves of mud. A futile effort, given that sooner or later she would have to leave the temporary shelter of the outhouse and endure the elements all over again, but at least it made her feel better.

Reluctant to step out, she stalled by turning around to take a good look at the lavatory: A gleaming white porcelain trench set into the floor, with shiny silver pipes coiled lovingly around it. Only the slightest flecks of grime belied its use, and there was no scent at all, a far cry from the noisome pit which had previously occupied its position. Well, perhaps no surprise it was clean if she was the only pony who ever seemed to use it…

In any case, magnificent as it was for such a vulgar tool she could only stay looking at it for so long. With a brief curse that she had forgotten to bring boots, Rarity steeled her nerves and plunged back into the outdoors, ready for the journey back inside.





“There are plenty of diapers in the cupboard under the sink.” Cookie was heard saying as Rarity entered from outside.

A slight grimace crossed Rarity’s face for a moment. “Is she really not ready to grow out of those yet? By the time I was her age-“

“-You wet yourself as often as you made it to the pot, dear” interjected Cookie, “Trust me, I would know.”

That wasn’t how Rarity remembered it, but she couldn’t be bothered to argue about that at least. “At least I was trying, mother. Shouldn’t Sweetie be trying too?”

Cookie looked ready to counter, but the use of her name had brought the toddler into the conversation. “Seetie try!” And then, after a moment. “Seetie try what?”

“Look, if you want to give it a go today, then it’s your decision. But if it turns out she’s just not ready…” Cookie interjected.

“Then I will buy the next dozen packs of diapers myself!” Rarity pledged. (She certainly wasn’t going to promise to change any, far too uncouth.)

That seemed to satisfy Cookie. “Very well. I don’t want to hear any complaints if it doesn’t work. A deal’s a deal.”
 
Rarity humphed, confident of her skills. “And if I succeed, you have to promise you’ll keep up the training.”

“Sounds reasonable to me. You can have the whole day, Hondo and I will be out of town,” 

Cookie explained. “Just don’t try too hard, everypony learns on their own time.”

Rarity snorted. “You seem to be in no rush to train her at all. Somepony needs to step up.” She thought. By the time she was Sweetie Belle’s age she had taken great pride in being fully pot trained. Even if her sister wasn’t aspiring to such great heights yet, that was no reason not to take a monumental step in personal hygiene.





No sooner had her parents’ carriage departed for the station, than did Rarity put her plan into action. The first action being to get Sweetie on board, of course. Thankfully, the tiny filly was quite adoring of her older sister and eagerly asked. “So can we pway pwincess?”

Rarity assumed a carefully chosen look of contemplation. “Hmm… we could, I suppose. It’s only…”

“What?” Sweetie asked.

“Well, I’m afraid it would rather spoil the mood if we had to break to change your diaper. Such a disgraceful smell hardly befits a princess, after all.” Rarity frowned.

Sweetie thought about it for a moment. “I could try and… not poopie?”

“Oh, you can do that?” Rarity asked in feigned surprise. “Mama said you weren’t ready yet.”

Sweetie looked a bit bashful. “Well, I can try… pobly still pee pee though.”

Rarity looked down at her sister. “Well, if you’re willing to try at least, then there is one thing that might help. Do you remember when Mama tried to get you to go on the pot?”

Sweetie’s face wrinkled for a second, though it was not clear whether it was from distaste or just the effort of recalling a memory already weeks past. Finally she asked “The… big pot?” Rarity nodded, at least their mother’s chamberpot would seem big to a foal. Sweetie’s face sank. “That… didn’t go vewy well.”

“I know,” Rarity carefully answered. “But a lady does not give up at the first hurdle, she keeps trying until she succeeds. Although perhaps the road to success is not always the straight one…” Sweetie just looked confused at that, so Rarity dumbed it down a bit. “That is to say, sometimes when something isn’t working, one should try a different way of doing it.”

“Thewe’s a diffewent way?” Sweetie seemed a little eager. “Mama say cowts do it a bit differently, but I’m a fiwee so I don’t tink-“

“No, no, nothing to do with that,” Rarity hastily interrupted. “But if you put your outdoor shoes on, I’ll show you what I mean.” Her horn lit up, levitating both said tiny booties and her own more fashionable (and mud-resistant) footwear over to them.

“We’re going out?” Sweetie asked in wonderment. “Without Mama?” Pretty much all her previous excursions beyond the house had been in Cookie’s company, after all.

“Not really,” Rarity had to admit. “More like, we’re going to see a special part of the house that’s outside for some reason”.

Sweetie still seemed to consider this quite exciting though, and quickly slipped her hooves into the boots. Rarity quickly donned her own shoes while glancing out of the window. Good, it had stopped raining, and so she ran through a mental checklist of the things she would need. 

Thankfully, most of them were readily to horn, and she soon found herself leading Sweetie towards the back door, itself an object of wonder to the filly, who had never (at least in her brief memory) been through it.





A brief trot brought them to the outhouse, and Rarity opened the door to let Sweetie in ahead of her before following and closing it behind. As she had hoped, there was plenty of room for her to stand to one side of the lavatory trench, which Sweetie was looking at curiously. Finally, unable to decipher its purpose, she turned to her sister and went. “What this?”

Time for her pitch. “This, Sweetie Belle, is a lavatory, what proper grown-up ponies do their… pee pees and poo poos in.” It took a bit of effort to use the childish terms as opposed to some euphemism, but she wanted Sweetie to understand right away.

Of course, intention didn’t mean success. “Labortory?” Sweetie tried to sound out the word. “An Mama pees in her pot, I’ve see her do it.”

“Yes, yes she does,” Rarity admitted. “And the other as well,” She thought. “But I’m not telling if you don’t know. Somethings aren’t polite for a lady to discuss.” “But afterward she empties the pot in here. And given how you struggled with using it, I wondered if you might be better off going directly in the lavatory instead, like I do.” She explained.

Sweetie considered this for a moment, and then her face took on a look of surprise. “Rawity pee an poo?” Apparently, the idea of her elegant older sister performing such base functions had never crossed her mind, which Rarity couldn’t help but take as a compliment.

Still, she assumed a modest tone when replying. “All ponies do, dear. Indeed, all creatures, and I am no exception. But we can also choose to do so in more dignified ways than mere animals. You saw me coming out here this morning, didn’t you?”

Sweetie thought for a moment, then nodded. “Rawity come here to lobtory? To go pee pee?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes, indeed. And if you’re struggling with “lavatory”, it’s also called a “toilet”.

“Toywet” Sweetie echoed with a nod of her own.

“And I brought you out here now so that you could try using it, before we go inside and play.” Rarity explained.

Sweetie looked over at the toilet more hesitantly now, still unsure of what she was supposed to do. “I pee pee?”

“Whatever you need to do, dear. And then I just press this-” Rarity enveloped the flush pedal in her magic. “And it all goes away.”

“Disappwear?” Sweetie looked even more troubled, seeming to gulp. “Bye bye, foevew?”

“Not you, darling, just your mess. Even the smell mostly vanishes. Much nicer than carrying it around with you, no?” Rarity reassured her sister.

Sweetie nodded, somewhat more encouraged.  

“Well then, let’s get started,” Rarity beamed. “The first thing, of course, is getting rid of these… things.” She fit action to words by undoing Sweetie’s diaper with her magic.

The filly immediately sat down on her rump in surprise. “Make diapee disappear?” Wondering if her sister was going to throw it down the drain.

“No, no,” Rarity said with a bit of a chuckle. “It’s right here. It’s not meant to be flushed. But you can hardly use the toilet wearing it, can you?”

Sweetie thought that one over for a moment, then gave a brief nod.

“Now, just back up until you can feel the edge of the toilet against your back hooves, okay?” Rarity instructed.

“Kay.” Sweetie tiphoofed backwards, stopping in the appointed place with a bit of a start as she felt it brush against her fur. It was kind of cold.

“Now the most important part here is to remember to lift your tail. Otherwise, you’ll just get it dirty. Can you do that, Sweetie?” Rarity asked. (Not the advice she ever thought she’d be giving her sister, but she could cover when a lady shouldn’t lift her tail later.)

Sweetie obligingly raised her cute little tail out of the way. “How long I have to lift it?”

“Just till you’ve done what you need to do, dear. Now, go ahead!” Rarity encouraged with a smile, standing and taking the role of an observer.

Sweetie just looked a bit confused. “But I downt need to do nothing.”

“It’s ‘I don’t need to do anything.’, Sweetie,” Rarity corrected. “And what do you mean you don’t?”

“Downt need ta pee, don’t need ta poo,” The filly replied in a singsong voice that made it sound obvious. And then she added hesitantly “That a pwoblem?”

Rarity paused a moment before responding. “Not a problem per se, but we can’t progress with the toilet until you do. So I’m going to work on my stitching, and you can put your tail down for now. But remember to lift it straight back up if you feel you need to go.”

Sweetie frowned. “But me wanna pway!”

“Sweetie Belle, we can play all we want after you use the toilet.” Rarity gently encouraged as she took out some sewing supplies she had brought with her. “She had breakfast almost an hour ago. She has to be ready to go soon.” The fashionista thought but knew better than to say such things out loud.

The little filly just grumbled. Standing around and waiting was boring. Now she could remember why she hadn’t enjoyed being sat on her pot. Too much doing nothing while other ponies watched over her, expecting her to do something. With diapers, she could just play around and somepony would be there to change her after she went.

But Sweetie wanted to be like her big sister. Her big sister used this and seemed to do so with ease. If Rarity could do it, why couldn’t she?





The filly waited and waited, occasionally looking back to Rarity who kept one eye on her sister while the other one was occupied with a needle and some fabric. Sweetie felt trapped, like a princess in a dungeon like those fairy tales she enjoyed having read to her before bed. Only in this case there was no prince to come and rescue her.

Looking down, Sweetie gazed at the hole and the water flowing within it. Nothing. She was ready to give up. “Tis bowing.” She complained and trotted forward, ready to take back her diaper.

However, due to Rarity’s earlier visit from when it was raining the floor was still a little bit slippery. Sweetie’s hooves slid, trying to keep her from falling. One hoof stepped onto the flush pedal Rarity had displayed earlier, just before Sweetie slid back and fell!

A mighty roar rang out, and it felt like something was tugging on the filly, dragging her along towards the rear of the outhouse! She tried to fight back, but it seemed like whatever was doing the tugging wouldn’t let go! Did it plan to swallow her? Then she remembered Rarity’s statement about the tail, the filly looked back. Somehow her fall had caused her tail to dip itself into the toilet. Was this how it made things disappear, by eating them?! And judging by the strength it displayed in dragging her along, it seemed she would find out soon!

“Rawity, help! Toywet trying to eat me!” Sweetie screamed in horror!

Rarity looked up from her stitching, her eyes quickly falling upon her little sister’s distress! True, it was highly unlikely the toilet had enough power to actually suck her little sister down the drain, but the fashionista wasn’t going to take that chance! She immediately surrounded her little sister with the glow of her horn and pulled her tail free of the drain as the flush cycle ended! She yanked a bit too hard though, causing Sweetie to fly face forward into her.

“Rawity save me!” Sweetie clapped her hooves. The frightening experience from seconds earlier had completely left her.

The hopeful future fashionista just sighed, gently prying Sweetie away from her face. “Of course I did, Sweetie Belle. And now you know why you must always be mindful of your tail when using the toilet,” She adopted a bit of a lecture voice, before gently moving Sweetie back to the place she’d been in before. “Now, why don’t we try that again? I’m sure by now you must feel the need to do something.”

“But me no wanna! Me wanna go back to diapee!” Sweetie pouted and protested. “Toywet too scary!”

Rarity laughed off her sister’s concerns. “You had one mishap, and fortunately I was around to save you. But the toilet is nothing to be scared of. I promise, I won’t let it harm or eat you,” Gently coaxing her sister she added. “It just wants to be your friend. And you like making new friends, right?”

Sweetie nodded very slowly.

Adopting a wink and a smirk, Rarity planted the idea. One she could faintly remember working for her, albeit with just a chamber pot. “Well, what this friend wants is for you to use it.”

“But why it growl and twy to eat me? Tat not very nice.” Sweetie frowned, sticking her tongue out at the object.

Rarity tried not to giggle at the display. “It was upset because you weren’t using it properly. And it’s very lonely, because only I use it. It needs company. Now go ahead, you know what you have to do.”

Reluctantly, Sweetie obeyed. “Okay, me twy.” She took a deep breath and relaxed. It didn’t happen right away (in fact it took several minutes and Sweetie was ready to give up again), but eventually the little unicorn felt something move inside her. A steady sound like water flowing from the sink reached her ears, alongside what sounded like a plop or two, and a smell similar to that of a used diaper reached her nose.

Rarity was practically overjoyed! “Well done, Sweetie Belle! You successfully used the toilet! See, it wasn’t so hard after all, was it?”

Sweetie hesitantly nodded. “No, but me stiww like diapees. Diapees safer, more comfy.”

“More comfortable, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity corrected as she frowned. “And after all that effort you put into doing your pee pees and poo poos in the toilet, surely you don’t want to go back to diapers. Think of all the freedom you’ll have if you give them up.”

“Me no wanna give them up.” Sweetie pouted.

Rarity sighed, sensing that she wasn’t going to break through to her sister just yet. “Well how about this, Sweetie Belle? I’ll let you stay in your diapers, and Mother and Father can change you as much as you want when you’re in their care,” She was quick to add. “But at least once a month I would like it if you could use the toilet, or at least your chamber pot. It is acceptable for a foal your age after all.”

“Otay, me agree,” Sweetie smiled and nodded, then she looked down at herself. More specifically, her flank. “How me get cleaned up after using toywet, though?”

“Well, first you have to flush. You know how it works,” Rarity explained as she stepped on the flush pedal. “Then there’s the sprayer, over there,” She gestured to a nearby object that looked like a shower nozzle. “You use that to clean up,” She enveloped the nozzle with her magic. “It’s easier to use it with magic than it is with hooves. Hold still, please.”

Sweetie was soon cleaned, and then Rarity helped her wash her hooves and put her diaper back on (making sure it was secured properly, having it fall off would be a disaster). The two departed the outhouse, booties and all. And the rest of the day passed in a blur for the two sisters.





Cookie and Hondo returned that evening. “So, how was it, Rarity?” Cookie inquired, noticing that Sweetie Belle was still in diapers. “Seems like you didn’t quite achieve success.”

But Sweetie protested. “Mama, me use toywet wike Rawity! Now me big pony! But Rawity says me stiww get to wear diapees and ya and Dada change me. But me stiww twy to use toywet once a month,” Then she added. “Rawity save me when toywet try to eat me.”

Cookie just giggled, patting Sweetie on the head. “Such an active imagination, you have. But it seems like a deal’s a deal. Rarity is right, you can’t stay in diapers forever,” Scooping Sweetie up she added. “From now on, we’re at least going to try to get you to a pot before bed and in the morning before breakfast. We can work our way up to the toilet.”

“Just in case, I think we’ll buy some more diapers,” Hondo suggested. “Rarity still had some accidents until she was five.”

“Father!” Rarity whined as a blush formed on her cheeks, prompting Sweetie to giggle hysterically.
> Pegasus Potty Problem (Scootaloo)
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It had been a rough two, almost three years for Holiday and her special somepony Lofty. Their young niece, Scootaloo, had been placed into their care following the disappearance of both her father and her mother while on one of their adventures. While the search had not officially been cancelled, at this point even the royal guard were assuming that the two were dead (though Holiday suspected the more likely reason was simply that Scootaloo’s parents were too busy to raise a foal).

Thus, Holiday and Lofty had been left to try and raise a rambunctious little pegasus. A task that was easier said than done considering Scootaloo never seemed to tire out. Just like her parents, she seemed to have a love for adventure, and was always curious about everything. On top of that her natural pegasus abilities seemed to give her unlimited energy, which was only made worse by the fact that she was nowhere close to the source of pegasus magic, Cloudsdale.

Still, the two mares had tried their best to take care of Scootaloo and raise her properly. Lofty tended to be stricter on parenting than Holiday, who favored a gentler approach. Lightly coaxing her little niece in the right direction, and giving her some space to be her own pony. But to Lofty it felt like Holiday was trying not to be the bad guy, which meant that Scootaloo tended to give her a harder time despite Lofty being a pegasus too.

And so it was that, with an urgent period of development lurking just around the corner, Lofty was determined to prove that she could handle a foal.

She proposed the idea one night after Scootaloo had been set down to sleep, a foal monitor turned on so her aunts would be notified if she needed anything.

In the kitchen, Lofty announced her intentions to her special somepony. “Holiday, you know Scootaloo’s getting to be almost three years old now. But she’s still in diapers.”

Holiday sighed. “Yes, Lofty, I know. I’m growing just as tired of changing them as you are. But we need to ease her out of them. If we try to force her to give up her diapers, she’s going to hate us.”

Lofty shook her head. “Holiday, sweetie, I love you with all my heart. But you need to put your hoof down. You’ve been letting Scootaloo trot all over you from day one. When I was growing up my parents were firm but fair, if I did something I wasn’t supposed to they let know,” Then she coughed into a hoof. “Which is why starting tomorrow, I’m going to be teaching Scootaloo about the potty.”

Holiday’s eyes almost widened with shock! “Lofty, are you sure she’s ready? She still sometimes doesn’t tell us when she has to go.”

Lofty affirmed her statement. “Well she’s got to learn eventually. The longer we put this off the harder it’s going to be. We should’ve done this sooner. Most ponies are out of diapers by the time they’re her age.”

Holiday looked at her lover. She could tell from experience that when her special somepony got like this there was no convincing her otherwise. “Very well, dear. If you really think she’s ready I suppose I won’t question your judgement.”

“Excellent!” Lofty declared with a smile. “I bet you I can get her fully trained within a month, probably even sooner than that!”

At that, Holiday frowned. “Dear, are you sure that’s wise? Potty training is a delicate process. It’s not good to rush it.”

Lofty just grinned. “Not to worry, my dear Holiday. You’ll see! Within a month, our little niece won’t even remember when she needed diapers. That’ll be how much she’ll grow to love using the potty! And I’m going to train her exactly the same way my parents trained me.”

Holiday just sighed and shook her head. “This isn’t going to end well, I just know it.” She thought to herself, but Lofty’s mind was set.





True to her word, Lofty began the potty training process the very next day. The bulky pegasus made a whole dramatic affair out of it, parading her still diapered niece into the bathroom while covering her eyes.

“Okay, Scootaloo, you can open them now. Are you ready for your surprise?” Lofty asked the foal with a lovely orange coat.

Scootaloo babbled, her tiny wings buzzing with excitement! “Suwpwise! Suwpwise!” She giggled. She wasn’t quite sure why it would be in the bathroom of all places, but a surprise was a surprise.

Lofty removed her hooves from Scootaloo’s light purple eyes. “I present to you, your brand new potty!” She happily declared, gesturing to a small, plastic bowl shaped object nearby. It was a lovely baby pink in color with light white trim around the rim, and had the words “My Little Potty” written on it.

Scootaloo waddled over to the strange object. It looked to be about her size. “What a potty?” She asked her Auntie Lofty.

Lofty smiled and lovingly cooed. “It’s what you use when you need to do your pee pees and poo poos, Scootaloo. You know, instead of a diaper.”

At that Scootaloo became horrified, looking down at her diaper as she poked at it with a hoof! “But me like diapee! It soft!”

The bulky pegasus mare had expected such a reaction. She just laughed lightly. “I’m sure you do, slugger. But you can’t be in diapers forever. It’s time for you to start using the potty like a big filly. You do wanna be a big filly, don’t you?”

Scootaloo stuck out her tongue. “Nu uh, no wanna be big fiwwy. Big fiwwies use potty, not diapees. Me like diapees.”

With a grin, Lofty played her trump card. “Oh, you don’t wanna be a big filly? You don’t wanna wear these big pony pull-ups I bought you? They’re just like diapers, except they have really cool designs.” She presented a package of them.

Scootaloo eyed the package, then turned her head. “Puww-ups not diapees! Me no wanna wear puww-ups.”

Lofty continued to press. “Just a little more nudging and she’ll be using the potty like a champ!” She thought to herself, fully confident of her skills. “Okay, slugger, you win. You don’t have to use the potty. I won’t put you in pull-ups.”

“You not?” Scootaloo questioned, surprised by her Auntie Lofty’s sudden about face.

“Of course not,” Lofty added in a sincere tone. “You can stay in diapers forever. You’ll be the only foal in the entire kingdom who still wears diapers to school.”

At that the little filly gasped! “No!”

“Oh, you don’t want that?” Lofty pretended to be surprised. “But I thought you wanted to stay in diapers?”

“Not if me get teased. If diapees mean I get teased, I no want them. Me use potty!” Scootaloo insisted, trotting over to it and sitting down on the little object.

“Wait, Scootaloo!” Lofty shouted as she rushed towards her niece. “You forgot to-”

But it was too late, without even checking Scootaloo relaxed and started peeing. However, because she hadn’t taken off her diaper, she went in it and not the potty. It wasn’t until she was finished that she realized her mistake. “Oopsie!” The little pegasus blushed.

Lofty just sighed. She’d expected a few bumps in the road, but nothing quite like this. In fact, to her it felt almost like her niece had done it on purpose. But there was no way Scootaloo was that smart.

“It’s okay, squirt,” Lofty commented, not noticing the unintentional fitting nature of the name. “I’ll go get the changing supplies and put you in a fresh diaper. Then you can try out your new potty after I take off your diaper,” She turned and trotted out of the bathroom a moment later, instructing to her niece. “Stay in the bathroom, okay? Don’t wander off.”

“Otay!” Scootaloo gave some kind of salute, watching as her Auntie Lofty exited the bathroom after saying that.





Naturally, Scootaloo being the curious little filly that she was, didn’t stay put for long. She got up from the potty, intent on exploring her surroundings to the best of her ability.

It didn’t take long for an object to catch her eye. A strange, white, bowl shaped object with that strange, silvery object nearby. She had seen it before, but it had never attracted her attention. But now she had a new piece of context, it looked like her potty but much bigger. Such a thing warranted a closer inspection. Maybe it was what made those strange sounds she could sometimes hear coming from the bathroom?

The only problem plaguing the pegasus was the height. The seat of the porcelain object was far too high up for her to reach normally. Fortunately, her wings easily took care of that problem. She gave them a buzz and started to lift herself off the ground. Her wet diaper proved to be a burden, weighing her down and requiring her to expend more effort.

At last, however, with a great deal of straining, Scootaloo was able to climb up on the seat. It was kind of slippery for some reason. Still, she kept her balance, staring down into the interior of the bowl. It appeared to be full of some kind of water, tempting her with its smooth, almost mirror like reflection. The only thing that seemed odd was the hole at the bottom.
But Scootaloo didn’t think about it for long. The water left no doubt in her mind what this object really was. It was another bathtub! She loved taking baths, especially bubble baths! 

With a giggle, she jumped off the seat and into the bowl, her diaper filling up with water and become even heavier. Now it was like a beanbag chair, and she delighted in teetering up and down on it, water splashing all around her. If only she had a rubber ducky to play with.

At that moment, however, Auntie Lofty re-entered the bathroom with the changing supplies in tow. “Okay, slugger,” She sighed. “Let’s get you changed and then…” But her sentence was cut off when her eyes fell upon her niece, floating in the toilet and splashing water out of it!

Horrified, the sturdy pegasus mare dashed over and fished her niece out, frowning upon seeing her diaper start to sag from all the water in it. “Young mare,” She scolded in her best lecture voice. “The grown up potty is NOT a swimming pool! You could’ve drowned!”

“Me sowwy!” Scootaloo apologized. Apparently she had misunderstood what that “grown up potty” was for. She had wondered why her aunts and other “grown ups” didn’t wear diapers.

Lofty just groaned. “It’s really my fault, I should’ve known better than leave you in here all by yourself. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Then she turned toward the bathtub. “But after what you’ve been in, you need a bath. If you get sick, Holiday’s gonna make me sleep on the couch all week. Then I’ll put a new diaper on you, and then you can try out your new potty.” Leaning over to the tub and turning on the water, the mare thought to herself. “This isn’t going the way I hoped. But it’s fine, I can work around these setbacks.”





However, Lofty’s assumption turned out to be premature. As soon as she was done with Scootaloo’s bath and dried her off, the little filly stood up and ran off before her Auntie Lofty could put a diaper on her!

“Young filly, you get back here!” Auntie Lofty shouted as she chased after her now stark naked niece (even though ponies didn’t normally wear clothes in the first place).

Scootaloo just giggled. “Can’t catch me!” She taunted, stopping for a second to blow a raspberry before she took off again. She had no particular destination in mind, she just loved making her Auntie Lofty chase after her.

Holiday had working out front in her garden, and had no idea f what had been transpiring indoors as she trotted back inside to rest.

However, when she saw her niece running past her with nothing on, and her special somepony chasing after said niece with a diaper in her mouth, Holiday was anything but pleased. “Lofty, what in the name of Celestia is going on here?! Why are you letting Scootaloo be naked when she’s clearly not potty trained yet?!”

Lofty dropped the diaper from her mouth, letting it fall onto the floor. “She’s out of control, Holiday! You’ve gotta help me! I thought I could train her the way my parents trained me, but I should’ve realized that Scootaloo is a pony of an entirely different color.”

Holiday simply smirked. She’d had a feeling this sort of thing was going to happen eventually. “I knew I’d win this bet. My darling Lofty is many things, but she’s definitely not the greatest with foals. Looks like it’s up to me to save the day, again.” She thought to herself. Fortunately, the earth pony knew just what to do.

She simply followed Scootaloo as her diaperless niece ran around outside, clearly enjoying the liberating feeling of not having a diaper on. As much as her niece might like her diapers, she liked feeling free even more. “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked as she approached Scootaloo. “Being able to run around with nothing on, and nopony yelling at you to put on a diaper or a pull-up.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Uh-huh, so fun! Me fertiwize soiw wike gwon-ups mention.” Aunt Holiday had explained to the filly the ingredients that went into good soil the other week and she honestly hadn’t remembered many, but that one had been surprising enough to stick.

Holiday shook her head. “I don’t think so, Scootaloo. It’s nice of you to offer, but my garden has plenty of manure already. The Apples are kind enough to supply me with as much as I could need,” Then she told her niece. “You still need to use the potty if you want to keep enjoying this feeling. If you’re going to just go wherever you feel like, you’ll leave me no choice but to keep you in diapers everywhere we go.”

“Even when fwiends come ovew to pway?” Scootaloo asked, suddenly fearful of the teasing that her Auntie Lofty had suggested earlier.

“Yes, Scootaloo,” Holiday insisted. “But if you start using your potty like you’re supposed to, and tell Lofty or I whenever you think you have to go, you can be bottomless outside the house. Inside, you’ll have to wear diapers or pull-ups to bed, at least until Lofty and I can be sure you won’t have any accidents at night. Okay?”

“Otay Aunt Howiday,” Scootaloo nodded and gave the earth pony mare a hug. “You ta bestest aunt evew!”

Holiday just smiled. “I know, Scootaloo, I know.” Lofty was rendered speechless, once again her special somepony had outshined her on something.
> Bloom's Bottomless Training (Apple Bloom)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Apple Bloom loved her whole family. Growing up as an Apple it was hard not to, family was a big part of who they were. But if there was one family member that the youngest sibling loved more than anypony else, it was her big sister, Applejack.

Though she was barely two years old, the littlest Apple greatly admired her big sister in everything she did. She was hardworking, honest, and never seemed to be afraid of anything. Plus, unlike her brother, she actually talked (Big Macintosh almost never said anything other than “Eeyup” or “Eenope” for some reason).

Naturally, when such a pony imprinted on another pony, imitation became almost second nature. Everything that Applejack said or did, Apple Bloom wanted to do to. Regardless of whether or not she could actually do it.

The saying part was a little easier. Though her words hadn’t fully developed yet, the little earth pony could say a few words besides the odd babble or coo. She was smart enough to know her ABCs (though what came after those three letters she didn’t remember) and could count up to five if she tried really hard.

But the first time she’d tried to “Applebuck” as the process was called, her legs barely even touched the tree trunk and nothing happened. To say nothing of the fit Granny Smith threw upon learning what Apple Bloom had tried to do. “You ain’t old enough for applebuckin’, little Apple Bloom. It ain’t the job of a seedlin’ such as yourself.” She had scolded, and Apple Bloom’s ears had drooped.

So if she couldn’t applebuck, and if she wasn’t allowed to do most of the chores she’d seen her big sister do, what could  Apple Bloom do that her big sister could also do?

Well, there was one thing the little filly wanted to try. Once when she’d pretended to be asleep, she had snuck out of her crib and overheard Granny Smith talking with Applejack and Big Macintosh about something. Something that Apple Bloom was supposedly soon going to be ready for. The young earth pony couldn’t make out every word of the conversation, but she overheard a mention of “Bottomless Training” and that it involved that funny little shack out in the orchard called an outhouse.

It apparently involved diapers, or rather getting out of them. For most ponies her age that would be a dilemma, but Apple Bloom was so determined to attempt this “Bottomless Training” that the thought of ditching her diapers was a positive and not a negative idea.





So it was that the farm foal waited, and waited, and waited, and waited some more for the right opportunity to make her attempt. She knew that all she had to do was take off her diapers, get to the outhouse, and do whatever it was she was supposed to do in there. But she’d have to be sneaky about it, her family would surely try to stop her if they caught her without a diaper on (she found it odd that she couldn’t remember her mother and father, nopony seemed to really talk about them).

After days of careful, silent observation, the little earth pony finally spotted her opportunity. Granny Smith had dozed off again, and Applejack and Big Macintosh were working in the part of the orchard farthest away from the outhouse.

“Otay, hewe goes!” Apple Bloom said with a grin and used her hooves to rip off the tabs of her diaper, letting the padding plop to the ground. She didn’t bother to move it out of sight, she was too excited! Besides, she didn't need it. Seeing that the farmhouse door had been left open ajar (Granny must’ve forgotten to close it), she rushed through it and out into the orchard!

The outhouse wasn’t all that far, just a straight line from the farm house and across the orchard. But for little Apple Bloom it seemed like a long journey. Even so, she hadn’t come all this way just to turn back now. As for what she’d do once she was inside the outhouse… well, she’d figure that part out when she got to it. It probably had something to do with being out of diapers, since she’d never seen her big sister wear them (or her big brother or grandmother for that matter).

Apple Bloom trotted as quickly as her little hooves would let her across the orchard grounds. She was actually going to do it! She was going to attempt this “Bottomless Training” and be just like Applejack. And this time, nopony was going to stop her.

After what felt like forever, an exhausted Apple Bloom reached the outhouse. All that remained was to get inside. But it seemed her luck had run out. The outhouse door, unlike the farm house one, was locked. At least, that’s how it appeared to the farm foal who couldn’t get the door to open no matter what she tried. How was she supposed to use it to attempt this “Bottomless Training” if the door wouldn’t open? What was even the point of leaving it locked if nopony was inside it?

Suddenly, the little earth pony felt a familiar orange colored hoof scoop her up. “What in tarnation are you doin’ out here, Apple Bloom?” The familiar stern expression of her big sister quickly greeted her eyes. “Ain’t you supposed to be inside, takin’ a nap? And where’s your diaper?”

“Me no need diapee! Me do ‘Bottomwess Twaining’ just wike my big sis!” Apple Bloom proudly explained, expecting to be showered with praise for her efforts.

Applejack simply sighed as she looked across to Big Macintosh, who seemed to be trying hard not to laugh. Then she looked back at Apple Bloom. “Listen, sugarcube, it’s great that you’re takin’ an interest in the outhouse at such a young age. But you ain’t ready for potty trainin’ just yet. Granny Smith figures it won’t be for a few months still, that’s usually about the time we Apples start the process.”

“Bu me wanna be wike big sis!” Apple Bloom pouted. “Big sis use outhouse and do ‘Bottoemwss Twaining’.”

Applejack sighed again. “Apple Bloom, that’s an entire process for potty trainin’. It’s all about learnin’ to feel the rhythm of nature as it flows through your body, so you can tell when you have to go. Just because we may live on a farm doesn’t mean you can potty wherever you want, whenever you want. If Ma and Pa were here, I’m sure they’d say the same thing,” Noticing the pout on her sister’s face, the farm filly sighed. “But, I suppose I can talk to Granny Smith about this, and see if she thinks you’re ready. What do you think, Big Mac? Sound like a good idea?”

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh nodded as he replied in his usual, casual manner of non-speaking.

“Okay then, it’s decided,” Applejack declared. “First thing’s first though, sugarcube. You’re goin’ back inside, and you’re goin’ to wear a diaper. Unless you’d rather stay out in the orchard and sleep in the barn.”

Apple Bloom shook her head. The barn was way too big, way too scary, and way too smelly for her. Everything seemed so much bigger than her. If the only alternative was wearing a diaper, that was an acceptable trade off for her, at least for now. Hopefully, once she’d mastered this “Bottomless Training” she could be free of diapers without worrying about having to sleep in the barn. And her next visit to the outhouse... well hopefully that would be soon.
> Housebreaking Applejack (Applejack)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was the night before a day of great significance and importance at Sweet Apple Acres. The day when the youngest member of the Apple family would officially undertake a monumental step forward in development, leaving the old way of life behind and starting a new and better one.
 
That is to say, it was the night before Autumn Glory (the son of Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle) was to begin potty training. While the Apples had upgraded their plumbing facilities a little, for the most part it was the same as it always was and likely always would be. Just an outhouse near the orchard.
 
Normally, potty training wouldn’t be an issue for the Apple family. They were pioneers of old, the tried and true “bottomless training” where they taught their foals to feel the rhythm of nature as it ebbed and flowed through their body (or else feel the rhythm of a hoof across their rump if they had too many accidents). But while Autumn Glory’s red coat had been inherited from his father, and his golden locks were close to his father and grandmother, from his mom he had received the genetics that made him a unicorn.
 
And for the Apples, a unicorn foal was vastly different from an earth pony foal. Despite the insistence from Sugar Belle that potty training would not be too much of an issue, Granny Smith had been called on to provide some last minute advice. She had been down this road several times before: Being trained herself, training her son and daughter, and practically having to train at least two grandkids.
 
The elderly mare’s idea of advice though, was to gather the entire family (sans Sugar Belle who was out of town and would not be back until tomorrow at the earliest). Her three grandkids and her great grandson sat on the living room sofa, Autumn Glory resting on his father’s lap. And as Granny Smith sat in her favorite rocking chair, she began to tell her story. “Big Mac wasn’t anythin’ too out of the ordinary. Only problem with him was that he was a might bigger than most foals his age, and goodness did he love to talk.”
 
Big Macintosh said nothing, he just looked away and had anyone been looking closing they might have seen a blush well hidden amidst his already red coat.
 
Granny Smith paused for a moment, as if to gather her thoughts, then her face seemed to morph into a rather goofy grin. “Applejack though, hoo whee was that little filly a problem. For a time, I wasn’t sure we’d ever get her properly trained.”
 
Now it was Applejack’s turn to blush. “Granny, please don’t tell ‘em! I feel ashamed just thinkin’ about it!”
 
But Granny Smith winked. “Sorry, Applejack, but it’s for the benefit of the youngin’ here.”
 
“Auntie Appwejack was in diapees?!” Autumn Glory exclaimed as his moderate reddish-pink eyes seemed to widen.
 
“Well of course, little one. Everypony was in ‘em at one point, ‘cause everypony was a youngin’ once upon a time,” Granny Smith cooed as she rocked back and forth. “And eventually, everypony grows old enough not to need ‘em. Like you’re gettin’ to be,” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, we stared tryin’ to get Applejack out of diapers when she was not much older than you are now, Autumn. Of course, I remember it wasn’t smooth sailin.”
 



 
Granny Smith’s mind began to flashback to a time when she was much younger, when her son and his wife were still around, and most importantly when Big Macintosh and Applejack were the only foals on Sweet Apple Acres.
 
Big Macintosh had long since graduated from diapers by the time Applejack was ready to leave them. All the usual fanfare accompanied that first step towards being free of the aforementioned padding.
 
Bright Macintosh held his daughter’s orange colored hoof as they trotted across the orchard grounds, their destination known only to the stallion himself.
 
“Where we goin’, Pa?” Applejack asked as she looked up at her father.
 
“Someplace you’re gonna be seein’ a lot of more of from now on, Applejack. Your ma and grandma say it’s time you started learnin’ how to use it, and you know I ain’t one to disagree with them,” Bright Macintosh cheerfully replied as the destination fast approached. A humble, wooden structure not unlike a shack, with a crescent moon carved over the door. “Let’s just step inside, and I’ll explain.”
 
Applejack wondered what the strange shed was for (she knew others were used to store apples and farm tools). Nevertheless the little earth pony did not loosen her grip and allowed her father to escort her inside it. A little ways away was what appeared to be some kind of massive hole, with a pile of old newspapers next to it. “Pa, was tat?” The little filly questioned as she blinked her eyes.
 
Bright Macintosh smiled. “This is the outhouse. That’s what you’re gonna do your business in from now on instead of a diaper.”
 
Applejack looked down at her padding. “No more diapee?” It was an intriguing possibility, she could explore the farm even better if she didn’t need to keep coming back to the house for changes. But it seemed too good to be true, like a lot of other things.
 
“Yup, you’re old enough now not to need ‘em. It’s time you started usin’ the toilet like everypony else.” Bright Macintosh explained.
 
“This is a … toiwet?” Applejack blinked, the word sounded alien to her.
 
 “Yup. Well, not some fancy flush model like I hear they’ve got in places like Canterlot now, but I doubt there’s any pony in all of Ponyville that’s got a better one than what we’ve got. It’s really simple,” Bright Mac gestured a hoof to the hole. “You just stand over that there hole, and do whatever you need to do. Then you just take some of that paper, wipe yourself, and dump it in the hole too. No mess, no fuss.”
 
The little filly trotted forward very slowly. That hole looked almost big enough to swallow her. To say nothing of the fact that it smelled like her diapers before her mom or dad changed them. “Me have to use tat?”
 
“Eeyup,” Bright Macintosh uttered his favorite way of responding to any question. “Why don’t you try it out? Get a feel for how it works? Just gotta take off your diaper first, wearin’ it gets in the way of usin’ the potty.”
 
Applejack was still a little dubious but she did need to go, so she allowed her father to unpin her diaper, got into position, and let nature take it’s course.
 
“Well look at that,  right away! I knew you’d be good at this!” Bright Mac was surprised how well this was going compared to last time, were fillies just easier? “Now just let me wipe you this time.”
 
But Applejack was still in thought as she bent over, tail still raised. “So thew are toiwets all over the acews?”
 
Bright Mac shook his head as he tore off part of the top newspaper. “Nope, just the one here. Though we have potties under our beds for when we have to go in the night or in case of bad weather. You can pick one out of the attic next if you like.”
 
But the little earth pony stuck out her tongue. “No potty. Potty stupid.”
 
“It’s not stupid, everypony uses it. Even mommies and daddies. Heck, even your brother uses it.” Bright Macintosh replied.
 
“But onwy in one pwace. I have to come back here evewy time I hafta go,”. It was bad enough knowing that the feeling of her diaper filling was a signal to return, and she could at least take her time about that. But she couldn’t tell when it was coming more than a minute or two in advance. Under the new rules she’d be as trapped as the farm’s sheep in their pen! And that image brought another, more fundamental problem with the concept to mind.  “Animaws no use towit. Cows, pigs, doggies, they go whevew and is good fow soiw.”
 
Bright Macintosh blinked in surprise, he hadn’t been expecting such an argument from his own daughter. “Well, you’re not an animal, Applejack. We Apples may live on a farm, but we are civilized ponies. We don’t just do our business wherever we want and then don’t bother to clean it up.”
 
“Did’wn’t you do tat befowre,” Applejack insisted, narrowing he little eyes as she recalled an incident the previous month. “And Mommy did it other time, said grown-up ponies don’t use diapees.”
 
“Well, yes, we do sometimes” Bright Mac prevaricated, he really wished that his wife had given a more thorough explanation of how just because down-to-earth farmers like themselves occasionally relieved themselves on the job, it wasn’t the same as them being uncivilized. “But we already know how to use the outhouse, so it’s not the same…”
 
“I know how,” Applejack pointed her hoof at the pit. “Just did.”
 
“Yes, so you should use it most of the time, like me and your mama…” Bright Mac argued.
 
 “It not faiw, animaws no use it. Why me have to use it?” Applejack snorted.
 
“Applejack, I told you why. Now stop bein’ stubborn,” Bright Macintosh demanded as he approached his daughter. “If you cause any trouble…
 
But Applejack only turned and ran off. Since the outhouse door wasn’t fully closed, she ran through it and back across the orchard, her bottom bare.
 
“Applejack! You get your flank back here this instant!” Bright Macintosh demanded as he gave chase after his now diaperless daughter.
 



 
The little filly didn’t bother to slow down at all. Without her diaper to slow her down she was free to run as fast as she wanted. And of course, if she did have to go at all she wasn’t going to stop. Why bother to stop when the animals clearly didn’t need to stop when they had to go?
 
She didn’t even notice as she ran smack into her mother’s hooves, staring up at her. “Applejack, what are you doing out here? I thought your daddy was gonna try potty trainin’ you?” She blinked in surprise.
 
Big Macintosh poked his head out from behind Buttercup, snickering as he looked at his little sister. “Let me guess, you got scared of the potty monster. You’re afraid you’ll fall in, and that it’ll eat you up.”
 
“Not scawed, I go just fine!” Applejack boasted with a snort.
 
“No way!” Big Macintosh teased. “I did it first time, but I’m not a little runt like you!”
 
Buttercup intervened to break up the argument. “Now Big Mac, you know it’s not nice to tease your little sister. Wasn’t it you who fell in, your first time?. And even now, you don’t always remember to use your pot before bed, or knock it over getting up!”
 
“Ma, I do not!” Big Macintosh whined as he could hear his little sister giggling into a hoof.
 
Buttercup simply ignored her son’s comment, looking down at Applejack as she picked her up. “It’s totally okay if you’re afraid, Applejack. But I can assure you that the potty most certainly does not eat foals, or anypony else for that matter. Everypony uses it, and it’s perfectly safe.”
 
“I know dat!” Applejack grumbled, she felt her mother was missing the point. “Bu it no fair! Animaws no have to use it, dey jus make dehr mess on de ground!” Applejack protested again, trying to wiggle out of her mother’s grasp. “Why we use someting we dun need to use?”
 
Big Mac laughed again at that argument. “Applejack thinks she’s an animal, should I put her in the pigpen?” Buttercup thought, and contemplated about it for a minute. (After how she had lost her own family due to defying their arbitrary rules, she tried to make sure that her own parenting style was based in good reasons and never “just because”.) At last, she gave the answer “Because, Applejack, ponies don’t live like animals. Animals don’t plant or harvest like we do here at the Acres, or go to school like your brother. And they don’t live in towns or houses, which would get very dirty if ponies just made their messes wherever they felt like.”
 
“Cows live in duh barn.” Applejack pointed out.
 
“Yes, and it needs mucking out every day after they go to pasture. But they don’t sleep in beds or anything, or have carpets…” Buttercup tried to explain.

Applejack didn’t seem very convinced of these benefits of civilization.
 
“Anyway,” Buttercup suggested. “It’s ok if you don’t want to use the outhouse at first. I didn’t when I was your age, I mostly stuck to my potty. You can even bring it with you when you go out.”
 
Her daughter still looked skeptical. “Still doesn’t seem fair... But I’ll twy it.”
 
And so Butterccup helped her daughter pick out her own chamberpot (painted with a nice orchard scene) and felt relieved that things had ended so quickly and easily.
 
Perhaps she should have known better…




 
A week later, Applejack had become a full-on “potty rebel”, much to the annoyance and frustration of her parents. It seemed that nothing they tried could get her to let go of her complaint about how it just wasn’t fair.
 
The young earth pony thought it was a completely valid point. None of the animals on the farm had to use potties or the outhouse. They were all living, breathing creatures just like Applejack. And in the chats she’d managed to have with some of the more talkative ones, they didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with the way they did their business.
 
As the days passed, the situation had only escalated. Applejack refused to wear diapers and had managed to leave her pot unused every time she tried taking it out. When her parents had confined her to her room so it would be in reach whenever she needed it, Applejack soiled the floor anyway in protest. Granny Smith had brought a hoof to the filly’s rump.
 
At last, a rapidly frustrated and exhausted growing group of adults put their heads together to come up with a master plan.
 
“You leave the youngin to me,” Granny Smith insisted of the still relatively young couple. “I’ll put an end to her little rebellion. I’ve got a plan that’ll guarantee she’ll start usin’ that potty. It worked for my folks when I was Applejack’s age, and it’ll work again. I guarantee it.”
 
Granny Smith trotted up to find a rather grumpy Applejack sitting on a stool in her bedroom, facing the wall while she sat in a plain, white diaper that had been secured with extra, filly-proof tape. “Applejack.” She greeted as she cleared her throat.
 
“Gwanny, you gonna make me use potty too?” Applejack questioned as she turned to face her grandmother. “Me not gonna use it. And me not weawin’ diapees eithew. Gonna do it wike animaws do it.”
 
“Listen, sugarcube,” Granny Smith sternly declared. “I ain’t here to force ya to do somethin’ ya clearly don’t wanna do.”
 
“Yay! Ya the best, Gwanny!” Applejack cheered in delight.
 
The elder earth pony immediately threw up a hoof. “Now simmer down, sally. Ya gotta let your elders finish speakin’,” Clearing her throat she proceeded to explain. “Since you’re insistent on doin’ your business like the animals do, I reckon you can sleep like they do. In the barn!”
 
“Ta bawn? Me gonna sweep in thewe?” Applejack questioned, sounding more confused than outright frightened.
 
Granny Smith just nodded her head. “Yes indeed, sugarcube. Got it all worked out with your folks. There’s a loft up in the barn, you can sleep amidst the hay. And you can sleep there, tonight. In fact, you can sleep in there all week if you want.”
 
“Me need to wear diapee?” Applejack asked, anticipating the likely catch.
 
Granny Smith shook her head. “Nope, sugarcube. You’re old enough to not need ‘em, and I don’t want ya gettin’ a rash. But as long as you ain’t gonna be potty trained, and as long as you’re not gonna wear a diaper, you’re gonna sleep in the barn. You can clean out your own mess afterwards too.”




 
Granny Smith’s plan was quickly put into action. Applejack had a little loft in the upper levels of the barn. A little bed was made for her out of bales of hay, and the floor strewn with absorbent straw.
 
Bright Macintosh and Buttercup gave her a blanket, and a kiss goodnight, then they left the barn and closed the door behind them. Trotting back into the farmhouse, a nervous Bright Macintosh asked his mom. “You think it’s gonna work?”
 
Granny Smith grinned. “Trust me, by tomorrow she’ll beggin’ to come back to the farmhouse and will have given up any notion of bein’ like the animals.”
 
But the next morning, when the three adults went to check on Applejack in the barn, they were most surprised by what they heard.
 
“Me wove it hewe! Me wanna sweep in bawn aww ta time!” Applejack declared as she dumped her soiled straw into a wheelbarrow below her loft. “No need fow diapees, no have to use potty. Just me and animaws.” Granny Smith was rendered speechless.
 
They kept at the plan for the rest of the week, hoping that maybe Applejack would change her mind. She didn’t, in fact with each passing day it seemed like she was growing more and more comfortable living in the barn. She even came down to play with the calves, which they enjoyed but their parents found a bit disturbing. Cattle weren’t great with new and strange things, and a little pony living with them definitely counted. They hadn’t actually complained yet, but a good farmer could tell when it was coming.
 
The grand solution, actually, came after the Apples had mostly settled into this wakward status quo and were focusing on something else, a new puppy gifted from another branch of the family to replace their recently deceased farm dog. Bright Mac was making a joke about how the dog would be easier to train than Applejack, and his wife went “That’s it!” and kissed him.
 
“Erm, not that I’m not always grateful for that kind of thing, but what’s it, darlin?” Bright Macintosh asked his wife.
 
“Applejack won’t accept trainin’ because it’s unfair that we don’t train animals, right? But we do, don’t we?” Buttercupy explained.
 
 “What… so you’re sayin’ we should walk her like a dog?” Bright Macintosh questioned. “But other ponies are gonna look at her, they’re gonna think bad things ‘bout her, or us as parents.”.
 
Granny Smith shook her head. “They’re gonna think that way if they see her still in diapers and sleepin’ in the barn every night. I don’t like it any more than you do, but at this point I think it might just be the best solution we can hope for.”
 



 
As the flashback ended, a much older Granny Smith let out a hearty laugh as she concluded. “Well, that solution worked all right. Applejack was out of diapers within a week and never wore ‘em again. Then, when she went to school, she picked up proper toilet usage from the other foals. Of course, it took her a while still to learn. Hard to go against years of doin’ it doggy style.”
 
“Granny, did you really have to tell that story? Even Apple Bloom didn’t know about it until now!” Applejack groaned as she covered her face with her hat.
 
Meanwhile, Big Macintosh just looked down at Autumn Glory. “So you see, son? Potty trainin’ is somethin’ everypony in this household goes through. And it’s somethin’ everypony learned. Doesn’t it sound excitin’?”
 
Autumn Glory looked up, raising a hoof as if he were in a classroom. “So, I don’t have to use it if I don’t want to?”
 
Big Macintosh and Applejack both sighed as Granny Smith let out a groan. “Here we go again.”
> A Mother's Dilemma (Diamond Tiara)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Due to her unfortunate upbringing in life, Spoiled Rich had gone without many things that, given her current social status she could never imagine going without again. One of those things was this marvelous invention (or inventions) known as indoor plumbing. No longer did one have to suffer doing one’s business in the streets, or a little hole in the ground. And no longer did one have to depend on rain water or the occasional river or stream to wash and take a bath.

Ever since marrying Filthy Rich and coming to live with him in his estately mansion, complete with all the hired hooves one could ever want, Spoiled’s life had gone nowhere but up. For quite a while she had been content to just enjoy the finer things in life.

Then came a new development known as motherhood. While Spoiled had always secretly longed for foals, she would’ve much preferred adoption to the entire process of giving birth to and subsequently raising a child. It was far more work than she was currently used to and brought back painful memories of her own childhood. As a result, her parenting approach was almost non-existent. Just about every aspect that was too uncouth for her was passed off to a butler or maid, or whoever she could press into nanny duty on short notice.

Once her daughter, Diamond Tiara, became old enough to walk and talk, Spoiled started to breath a small sigh of relief. At least now her daughter could occasionally be left to her own devices instead of always depending on her for every little thing. Of course, there were still several nights where the young heir to the family fortune would wake Spoiled in the middle of the night. But whenever possible she would rouse her husband and claim she was too tired to do whatever it was that needed to be done. It usually worked.

Unfortunately for Spoiled, one could not avoid being a parent forever. There were certain aspects of motherhood that always cropped up no matter what, and sometimes they would occur when there was nopony else around to take care of them. One of them was a process that Spoiled actually thought she would look forward to, from the safety of the role as an observer of course: Potty training.

But one day, fate decided to intervene at the most inconvenient of times for the rich mare. A time when she was without hired help and a time when all eyes would be on her, silently watching and judging her.





Diamond Tiara was two, almost two and a half years old. However, on Spoiled’s insistence her potty training was so far confined to the house. Public restrooms were not as lavish as the bathrooms back at the Rich family mansion, and less sanitary as far as Spoiled was concerned. As such, whenever she took her daughter out in public, Spoiled always had her diapered. Of course actually having to change said diaper would be… undesirable, so she generally added an insistence that her daughter use the bathroom, even if Diamond insisted she didn’t have to go. Spoiled was not a pony who took no for an answer.

Mother and daughter were currently in the checkout line at a local grocery store (while Spoiled preferred shopping at Barnyard Bargains for the family discount, Diamond was never fascinated by the supposed drabness of the place). Since this had been a rare occasion for Spoiled where Tiara had behaved flawlessly (she’d even turned her snout up at a blank flanked colt), she had seen fit to reward her daughter with a snack from a small food stand.

That was a decision that was about to come back to haunt Spoiled. She was almost to the front of the line, almost ready to check out and take Diamond home. Now if only that cashier pony wasn’t taking so long to ring up all the items the mare in front of Spoiled had purchased.

As Spoiled waited impatiently in line, hoping beyond hope that the line would finally move and it would finally be her turn after what felt like eons, a faint tug on her shirt caught her attention. She looked down and tried not to scowl upon seeing that it was her own daughter that was doing so. “What is it, Diamond Tiara?” She asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

The pink coated foal started to squirm and shift about uncomfortably. “Mommy, gotta go potty!” She shouted, trying to draw attention to the urgency of the situation.

Spoiled looked to the line ahead, which finally seemed ready to move. And today was a day where she hadn’t bought much, just a few “necessities”. “Can’t you hold it until we go home, Diamond?” She insisted. “Your throne will be waiting for you, my little princess.”

Tiara shook her head, continuing to squirm. “Gotta go, now! It bad!” She insisted, and the look on her face seemed to give merit to her claims. Spoiled suspected that if not for her daughter’s efforts, there probably already would’ve been an accident to clean up.

“I knew it was a mistake to let her that soft pretzel! From now on, she’s not getting snacks whenever we go shopping! Treats will wait until after we get home!” Spoiled thought as she mentally kicked herself for her earlier decision. 

But what could she do now? Her daughter was already clearly straining herself to avoid using her diaper. And since Spoiled wasn’t a unicorn it would be a long trek back to the mansion. And no way was she about to have her daughter “fertilize the soil” like those filthy Apples her husband was business partners with. Granted, Spoiled knew they had an outhouse, but she suspected that was more for show than anything. For a moment she wished she was a unicorn sorceress like in Diamond’s storybooks, and could whisk them both back to the mansion in a flash, but she knew that such magic was mostly just the stuff of breezie tales.

That left only one option, one that Spoiled wasn’t going to like in the slightest. But considering the alternatives would be changing a dirty diaper or enduring its stink (and the disapproving looks of surrounding ponies for the rest of their trip), it was the lesser of two evils as far as the rich mare was concerned. “Okay, Diamond, just hang on for a little bit longer,” She tried to encourage in as sincere a tone as she could. “Give me a minute to check out, and then Mommy will take you to the potty.”





Fortunately for Spoiled, the cashier at the checkout stand seemed to be aware of her current situation (probably because Tiara’s potty face was by now becoming increasingly easy to spot). The stallion quickly rang up the items, and Spoiled deposited an entire purse worth of bits. “Keep the change!” She shouted, as she took the bagged items, scooped up her daughter, and made an immediate beeline for the mare’s lavatory!

Fortunately, none of the stalls were currently occupied, which Spoiled was extremely grateful for. The fewer ponies that would be around to witness this occasion, the better. She settled on the first stall she laid eyes upon, dashing inside and locking the stall door behind her!

“Okay, Diamond Tiara, the potty’s just over there!” Spoiled gestured a hoof. “Just give me a minute to take off your diaper! And don’t you even think about doing it on the floor! I raised you to be better than that!”

Tiara complied, her mommy was scary when she was like this. However, as her diaper was ripped off and tossed aside without fanfare, she couldn’t see anything that resembled her potty at home. There was no sign of that “Throne Lavatory” her mom always made her sit on, or any of those colorful plastic bowls like the lovely pink one she’d gotten for her second birthday.

“Mommy, whewe’s ta potty? Me no see a potty.” Diamond commented as the foal looked all around. The only thing she could see in the stall, was what looked like some kind of box. It had a slight bend to it and seemed to have water flowing beneath it. But it didn’t have a handle, or a seat for that matter. It looked like if she tried to sit down, her rump would get stuck inside it.

Spoiled seemed to giggle. “Diamond, the potty is right there. Can’t you see?” She gestured a hoof to the very object that her daughter was perplexed by.

“Tat a potty? But it no wook wike a potty.” Tiara remarked as her eyes reflected a look of confusion.

Spoiled simply sighed as she approached her daughter. “That’s because this is a different type of potty than the one you’re used to. Apparently, they install them in public places because they’re more convenient than the handle and seat model we have back at home. You just stand over it, lower your rump a little, and do your business. It flushes like normal”

Diamond gulped as her mom got her into the proper position to “use” this new type of potty. “Bu what if me faww? Me get stuck?”

“No, Diamond, you won’t get stuck. If you fall, I’ll catch you,” Spoiled reluctantly insisted. “But that won’t happen. Now just relax, and let the rhythm of nature flow through you.”

And so Tiara did. She didn’t really need to try, at this point she had been fighting against her body so much that when she stopped doing so it all happened almost instantly. Pretty soon there was a plop and a splash as the pressure in the little filly’s rear disappeared. “I did it, Mommy! I used pubwic potty!” She cheered, feeling quite proud of her accomplishment.

Spoiled appeared to be smiling too. “Very well done, Diamond Tiara. I can see that all those potty training lessons I bribed… er I mean paid the hired help to carry out were a wise investment on my part,” She pressed a pedal with her hoof, and her daughter’s waste was flushed away. “But just so we’re clear, I still expect you to use the proper lavatory at home before and after we come home. I didn’t insist on having it installed so you could not use it.”

“Otay, Mommy,” Diamond obliged. “Now me just wipe and wash hooves, ten we go home, wight?”

Spoiled snickered. “Almost, you forgot one thing.”

“Wha tat?” Tiara asked as she tilted her head.

A rather goofy grin formed on Spoiled’s face as she explained. “Your diaper of course. Using a public potty once is fine, but considering you’re still having accidents at home I don’t wanna take any chances. Some stains are a pain for the hired help to wash, you know.”
> Fluttercord Potty Training Test (Fluttershy)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fluttershy and Discord were blushing as they were waiting in a strange office with a white and pink polka dotted carpet with big, fancy, comfy chairs. Inspirational posters about parenthood were posted all over the walls. They were in a new parenting class that opened up in Canterlot.  Discord wore a wedding band, while Fluttershy wore a fancy hoof ring with a big golden carrot on to indicate to all that they were a recently married couple wanting kids. Per Fluttershy’s suggestion they had come here.

Discord turned around and whispered to his wife. "So how long do you think we're going to stay here? I mean, I know we're two different species wanting to have kids. But it shouldn't be that big of a deal, right?" 
 
Fluttershy shrugged as she replied. "I'm not sure, I have no idea what to expect considering this place opened up only a few months ago."
 
Discord gently gave Fluttershy a pat on the back. "Hey, it's no big deal. I was just wondering."
 
Fluttershy nuzzled her husband and whispered. "Are you ready for foals? I mean you were so nervous when you proposed to me that you accidentally dropped the ring and let Angel eat it."
 
Discord blushed and surprisingly whimpered. "I'm not sure, I mean...it wasn't my fault that I didn't know carrots and carats were two different things."
 
Fluttershy snickered as she asked again. "You didn't answer my question."
 
Discord started to fiddle with his tail as he replied. "I don't mind having one or two, but I'm still not sure. I don't even know if we're going to be able to have kids."
 
Fluttershy nuzzled her husband and cooed. "Hey, it's alright, you don't need to be so nervous about it. I'm sure our kids will turn out fine."
 
Discord squeaked. "Wait, are you pregnant already?!"
 
Fluttershy burst into laughter and kissed Discord on the cheek. "Of course not, silly. Not yet anyways. Worse comes to worse, we can always adopt."
 
The draconequus blushed and turned away, and that was when a bulky, blue coated earth pony mare wobbled in. She was looking around the fancy house with her bright orange eyes. Her bright orange mane was tied in a bun, while her likewise orange colored tail was obscured by a white cowl covered in red polka dots. She had a red saddlebag strapped on her right side, clearly loaded up with supplies. 

The mysterious mare bounced and cooed. "So I have to zay; we took your testz, and you both can have kidz no problem, though with zome interezting resultz. They can be either pony or draconequus, or a mix of both," The two hopeful parents both gave a big sigh of relief as the mare then explained. "Now, zhere's one more test I would like to perform. It will give me a bazeline to how much work you two need az parentz. But you're going to need to sign zomething before we begin."
 
The mare then slid a form across the desk, and they both looked down with bushes growing on their faces as they read it and the mare explained. "There'z a new tezt and it's going to be zimple. You will be regrezzed to potty training foalz, and I will monitor how you two help each other go to ze potty."
 
Both husband and wife exclaimed at the same time! "Wait, seriously?!"
 
The mare nodded as she explained. "Yez. It’z zo I can understand how you're going to perform with your own foalz. Potty training is one of ze biggest hasslzes in a parent’s life."
 
They both were quite stunned, and Fluttershy asked. "Um...I have to ask? Do we need to be fully potty trained to pass the test?"
 
The mare shook her head and explained. "No, it'll be for a few hourz zo I doubt you'll fully potty train yourselvez," Fluttershy turned to Discord and whispered something in his ear with a worried expression. The mare continued to explain. "Truzt me, ze tezt isn't about ze potty training. And you may refer to me az Nanny De’Foal."
 
The draconequus snickered and chirped. "Well I'm in! It sounds like a lot of fun!"
 
Fluttershy was more nervous about this as she gave a slow nod. "Sure, that's ok with me."
 
Nanny De'Foal clapped her hooves together and chirped. "Wonderful! Now let'z get you regrezzed." Without warning she lit up her horn and the two slowly were regressed in age, becoming little more than two year olds. 

Discord squeaked, looking around his chubby body and slicking his stubby tail as he exclaimed, "Oh, wow! I'm a toddler!"
 
Fluttershy was also admiring her own chubby belly and whispered. "Yeah, can you believe it?"
 
The mare then got out some cute pink pull-ups and started to slip them over their rumps. Discord pouted, crossed his arms across his chest and replied, "I couldn't have gotten something that was for colts instead?"
 
Nanny De’Foal blushed as she responded. "Oh, zo zorry, I forgot to ztock ze colt pull-upz!"
 
Discord rolled his eyes and snapped a claw turning his pink pull-ups into blue ones with “Best Chaos Lord” printed on the padding. 

The mare shrugged as she led them across the office into another room designed as a nursery for the two. It was quite big, with one small, pink plastic potty in the center of the room. However, they were surrounded by toys of all kinds; there were so many that it was apparent that magic was involved. The nanny then gave their pull-ups a pat as she cooed. "Now go on and play, I'll be coming by periodically to check if you need to go potty."
 
She waddled off as Discord looked down at his pull-up with disgust. "Ugh, you gots to be kidding me. I dun even member being potty twained; it was wike ova a thousand yeaws ago fow me."
 
Fluttershy waddled across the room in her pull-up and picked up a big blue ball and threw it across the room to Discord. He squealed, getting hit by it and plopping onto the seat of his pull-up. Fluttershy burst into laughter, falling onto her own rump and giggling. "That was so siwwy!"
 
Discord, still pouting, threw the ball back at Fluttershy who caught it, but she also fell back onto her rump. "That was weawwy fun! Come on, wet's keep pwaying!"
 
The little pegasus started to throw another ball at Discord, who squealed as he caught it, making it pop with his claws. He then heard a hiss, and a blush grew on his face looking down at the padding being soaked and starting to be stained yellow. Fluttershy pressed her hooves to her face and gasped. "Oh my gosh! I so sowie!"
 
Discord shrugged and replied. "Eh, no big deal, we toddlews now. So I pee pee mysewf, no big deaw." He then tried snapping a claw and squeaked as his pull-up turned into a super thick, white diaper with "Baby Chaos" printed in big pink letters on it. The thick diaper made him swirl his arms about as he fell back onto his padded rump and foal powder billowed outward. 

Fluttershy burst into even more laughter. "Oh my gosh! Ya in a diapee now!"
 
Discord gave another cute pout and whined. "Not my fault! My chaos magic gots aww messed up too cause of tis wegwession!"
 
Just then, Nanny De’Foal came by and cooed. "Oh dear, vell you certainly could uze a change." She flipped Discord around and performed a diaper change, making Fluttershy blushed as she felt the urge to pee. She quickly waddled to the plastic potty and pulled down her pull-up, slowly blushing as it crinkled under her rump. The filly then immediately plopped right over the seat of the plastic potty as she started to pee. 

As the nanny finished putting Discord in another pink pull-up, she turned to see that Fluttershy was finishing up and applauded. "Vell done Fluttershy! You're zuch a big girl!"
 
The little pegasus blushed and whispered. "Uh...thank you…Nanny De’Foal."
 
Discord stomped about and whined. "Not fair! She cheated and made me pee!"
 
De’Foal shook her head. "Iz not a game, zhere's no winnerz or lozerz. Right now though, I can zee your parenting zkillz could uze zome work," She took Fluttershy and wiped her bottom, then Nanny De’Foal flicked her horn and the training potty disappeared with a new, clean one appearing in its place. "Now, I'm going to add zomething interesting into ze mix."
 
She flicked her horn as Discord became a bit smaller and his pull-up became a little bit thicker as he whined. "Hey! Did ya wegwess me even more?!"
 
Nanny De'Foal cooed. "Clearly, Flutterzhy iz the more mature one. So I'll have her be ze older zibling and azzizt you in your potty training. You now may rezume."
 
The mare then skipped off as Fluttershy slowly waddled over and whimpered. "I'm so sorry, Dissy! I didn't mean to.."
 
Discord turned away and shouted. "Just weave me awone! I'ww go potty myself." The little draconequus waddled over to a stack of blocks and began trying to build a tower. 





Fluttershy sighed. "It seems I'm going to have to help Dissy, but I dun know how. What should I do?" She went over to a stuffed bunny rabbit and picked it up, then a thought came into her mind. She waddled over to Discord and chirped. "Hey, Dissy!"
 
The little chaos lord squeaked in surprise, making him stumble into his tower of blocks and causing him to send blocks flying everywhere. As the baby draconequus got up, he turned to Fluttershy with an irritated look as he asked. "Wha you want?"
 
The pegasus hugged her bunny as she whispered nervously. "Wet's have a tea pawty, tat way you can go pee pee fastew and I'ww hewp you when you do."
 
The draconequus shrugged. "Wight, tat... actuawwy doesn't sound wike a bad idea."
 
He slowly got up and waddled over to a small, tea party table. They both started to set up the plushies until the last chair where Fluttershy placed an elephant, but Discord had a panda. He stomped on his foot and whined. “Hey! Mw. Panda need a seat!"
 
Fluttershy looked down and whimpered. "Wew, Mw. Ewephant needs it mowe. Mw. Panda can go shawe a seat with Mw. Foxy."
 
Discord stomped about and whined. "Tat's not fair!" He placed his panda down, and Fluttershy placed her elephant next to the plush panda. "How about tey shawe ta seat?"
 
Discord rolled his eyes and grumbled. "Fine, ya win." He got in his seat, as did Fluttershy. She then poured the tea. "So, Dissy, ya gots to stop twying to be so bossy. If we gonna have kids ya can't be so pushy."

Discord scoffed and snapped. "Weww ya can't be a pushover eithew, or tey gonna wawk aww ovew ya wike ya wazy bwotha."
 
Fluttershy didn't know how to respond. "Yeah, I undewstand. I needs to wowk on tat. But ya can't always get ya way. Tats why ta nanny tuwned ya younger."
 
Discord stomped about and whined. "Nah uh, tat because I peed."
 
Fluttershy rose up and shouted. “Nah uh, it's because ya was trying to change ya puww-up! Ya bwoke ta wuwe and tats why ya gets in trouble!"
 
Discord crossed his claws over his chest and snapped back. "Weww, ya didn' hewp me when I peed, and instead went potty to pwove ya is bettew ten me. I bet ya gonna do ta same now."
 
Fluttershy got up and waddled over and asked, "Weww, ya dwank a wot of tea, wight? Wets go get ya to ta potty."
 
The spirit placed his cup down, blushing upon feeling the urge and he gave a nod. "Wight, I dwank hawf ta pot. I bet ya needs to pee too, which means one of us is gonna go in ter puw-ups."
 
Fluttershy jumped down and helped Discord from his seat as she replied. "Wooks wike it gonna be me. I gonna escowt ya to ta potty." She led Discord to the training potty, pulled down his pull-up and plopped him on the seat. 

Discord blushed, feeling so exposed. "Can ya wook away, pwease?"
 
Fluttershy rolled her eyes and turned away as she snickered. "Not wike I didn see ya pee pee befowe, even if it was in a puww-up."
 
Discord face turned a deeper red as he went and started to tinkle. Fluttershy quivered, noticing that she also really needed to go potty. But Discord was taking way too long. 

Discord smirked upon seeing Fluttershy needed to go and babbled. “Oops, gotta do a poopy too!"
 
Fluttershy started to do a potty dance, bouncing around and flapping her tiny wings with her face growing red as she whined. "Just go aweady! I gonna pee!"
 
Discord snickered once again as he grunted and pooped. But as he got up, Fluttershy tried to run to the potty, only to flood her pull-up, soaking it thoroughly. 

Fluttershy whimpered upon seeing this and she plopped down in tears. Discord raised his claws and proclaimed. "Wooks wike I win!"
 
But Nanny De'Foal stomped over, shaking her head. "Sorry but it'z quite the oppozite. Flutterzhy haz work to do, but Dizcord you really need to stop being zo mean. I have one more experiment to perform."
 
The nanny then lit up her horn as the potty disappeared, as did Fluttershy's pull-up. Discord regressed a little more, becoming plumper with more foal fat as the pull-up turned into a thick, white diaper taped between his legs.

Discord waved his arms about, trying not to fall as the mare snickered. "Now Dizcord, you might be angry, but Flutterzhy iz going to zhow you how to uze the potty and then you're going to try."
 
The baby lord of chaos whined as he kicked about in his diaper, making it crinkle and causing foal powder to billow outward. The nanny then turned to Fluttershy with a smile. "Az for you, I need you to watch Dizcord and be a big zizter. Once you feel you need to uze ze potty again, make sure to show Dizzy how iz done."
 
Fluttershy blushed and gave a nod. "Alright, Nanny De'Foal, I be a big sissy!" The mare then walked of,f as Fluttershy gave out a hoof to the whimpering baby Discord and suggested. "How about we go take a nap, I'm sure afterwards I'll show you how to use ta potty."
 
Discord grumbled but reluctantly followed Fluttershy to some sleeping pads. They both laid down and curled up under some soft foal blankets, with Discord turning away from Fluttershy as he was still angry at her. They then both slowly went into a deep sleep.
 



 
Fluttershy woke up a few hours later and checked her pull-up to see it was still dry. She turned to see that Discord had soaked through his diaper and saw that the nanny was changing him. 

The little draconequus squirmed as Nanny De'Foal finished taping him up in another embarrassing, thick diaper, and placed the little draconequus down on the floor. She gave the padding a pat, poofing out some foal powder as she cooed. "There all done, now go on and play zome more."

The mare then skipped off as Discord waddled off to go stack blocks again. Fluttershy followed him and looking down she asked. "Want me to help?"
 
He shook his head and babbled. "Just go away, meanie."
 
Fluttershy looked down, feeling guilty as she whispered. "I'm sorry...I...didn' know she was gonna tuwn ya into a baby."
 
Discord stuck his tongue out and tried to build with the blocks, only to have them keep falling over. Fluttershy sighed, sitting down. "Wook, if we wanna both pass ya gotta watch me use ta potty. I feeling ta uwge again, but if ya dun watch me we both wose."
 
Discord waved a claw and grumbled. "I dun care."
 
Fluttershy’s frustration boiled over as she yelled. "Well if ya not gonna do tis with me, ten maybe we shouldn't have foaws!"
 
The filly then stomped off, making Discord look up and realize how wrong he was. Family was something that meant a lot to Fluttershy, and he wasn’t taking it seriously. That needed to change.

So the little draconequus slowly waddled over and whimpered "I'm sowie, Fwuttewshy, wook, if it hewps...I'ww watch ya go potty."
 
Fluttershy turned around with a smile on her face and chirped. "Really?!"
 
Disocrd slowly nodded, so Fluttershy took that as a sign to proceed. She wobbled over to the plastic training potty and chirped. "Okay, is easy. Fiwst ya pull down ya pull-ups. Wike so," The little filly did just that, slowly pulling them down to her hooves. She then slowly plopped onto the potty and with a blush on her face whimpered. "Now ya just sit on ta potty wike tis and wait, sometimes it takes a while." The filly kicked about as she tinkled in the potty and hopped off just as Nanny De'Foal came back over with a smile. "You did zuch a good job, Flutterzhy! Now, Dizzy, how about you try?"
 
Discord gave a big sigh before he waddled over to the training potty, ready to make his attempt. He then peered down at his diaper and gasped, seeing that it was now a blue pull-up instead. Blushing a little, he pulled it down and gently plopped on the seat of the training potty. He blushed red as he tinkled a little, hearing the results of his efforts splash down into the plastic object. 

The mare clapped her hooves. "Good job, Dizzy! You did it! I'm zo proud of you!" She then helped him wipe and pull up his blue colored pull-ups as she cooed. "Now I think you two have done a pretty good job. I can zee where it iz I'm going to need to work on before you can have foaz. Dizzy, you’re going to need to learn to eaze up, and Flutterzhy you're going to need to learn to be a little more azzertive. But overall, you two did very well. You will make fine parentz zomeday."
 
The two toddlers beamed with pride as Fluttershy nervously asked. "So if tat's all, can we tuwn back into grown-ups now?"
 
Nanny De'Foal gave Fluttershy a smirk as she responded. "Not zo fazt, there are a few more testz I want to run."
 
The nanny's horn lit up again as her magic slowly turned the two into infants with thick, white diapers around their rumps. 

Fluttershy kicked about in her diaper, making foal powder billow outward as she whimpered. "Wh...why awe ya doing tis? I taught we passed?"
 
Discord snapped back as well. "Yeah! Whas ta big idea?!"
 
The mare snickered as she explained. "Well, that first regrezzion waz just a test to zee where you're at. Thiz is for your firzt real lezzon in foal care, which iz going to be about changing ze diaperz."
 
Discord blushed as he pressed his crinkling padding with his thighs and asked. "Uh, is there any way we can skip this lesson?"
 
The mare popped a pink pacifier in the draconequus's mouth and cooed. "Don't even try, mizter. You two will need to matez ze art of diaper changing if you are to have foalz. Now, you both are going to uze the diaperz as your bladder control and continence iz gone. Zo, you can experience what diaperz are like for yourselvez. Afterward, I'm going to have one of you turned back into ze grown up and have you take turnz chainging each otherz diaperz. Have fun!" With that, she skipped back into her office.




 
The two diapered foals stood there, blushing and looking at each other as Discord asked. "Wana hewp me buiwd a towew? I'm not tat good at it."
 
Fluttershy then booped his nose. "Sure, as long as you play dress up with me afterward."
 
Discord was going to protest, but then he just sighed. "Fine, but I choose my costume." They both waddled over to the blocks and began stacking them together. Hopefully this lesson would less difficult than the test.
> An Inventor's Predicament (Twilight Sparkle)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twilight Sparkle, scientific genius to be, counterpart to the Princess of Magic, and as of this instance, three years, four months, and seventeen days old. 

Long before she ever met the Rainbooms, discovered the existence of Equestrian magic, or magic in general, before the thought of even attending Crystal Prep Academy, young Twilight Sparkle was but your average toddler. Well, average aside from two things. One was that her intelligence was that of, at the most, a seven year old. The second oddity about Ms. Sparkle was her reading collection. Most potty training youngsters might have a small bookshelf handful of pop up books, or cutesy potty training literature, Twilight had two, about waist height for an adult, bookshelves stacked with early chapter books, a few more parent centric potty training manuals, and even a few young adult novella, like the Harry Plopper books, or some mangas and light novels the young girl adored. 

Currently, the future scientist in training and inventor was in her room, which was painted a warm lavender color with an orange trim, carefully stacking colored blocks together. Her older brother, Shining Armor, current attendee of Canterlot Elementary had, while shopping with his mom a week ago, gotten her a book about crafting replicas of various structures. This included some famous landmarks and offered tips on how to construct them out of blocks, much to the young Twilight's glee and delight. Her current cuboid project was recreating Neighpon's Hirado Castle, or at least the current day version. She didn't have quite enough blocks to reproduce something akin to the original castle.

"Alright, just a few more blocks and…." The articulate purplenette was about to say, before dropping the crimson block in her hand, and pressing one hand to her stomach, and pressing a heel into her plastic padded posterior as another low groan echoed from within. "Unf. Let's see, it's been approximately four hours, twenty-two minutes, and seventeen seconds since breakfast." The girl vividly remembered the fluffy chocolate chip pancakes, sweet and skinless longanisa, and warm and soft scrambled eggs, and sippy cup of milk her mother had prepared before she headed to her work as a programmer at EFANG (a drone company) 

A meal which Twilight had happily devoured, now much to her dismay. "Couple the quantity of Mommy's cooking, plus my increased metabolism, then," She groaned, and not just due to keeping most of her concentration on keeping her bowels' from releasing into her training pants. "Then of course peristalsis would kick in sooner." She grumbled, pressing her foot against her padded rump to keep from messing herself. Unlike most of her peers, she (though a small, somewhat annoying part of her mind disagreed), didn't like using her pants as a place to deposit her bodily waste, and in fact wanted out of diapers and training pants as soon as possible. 

Heck, the preschool she went to, Sunny Skies Early Start Pre-K was one focused on helping the young boys and girls that entered its doors learn to use the bathroom, or the parent(s)' money back. Rather than normal chairs, at each student's desk aside from a placard displaying their name, was a training potty. Normally it would be closed by a pair of relatively thin plastic plates. The training potties had a built in sensor that, when they detected a child needed to go would cause the panels to retract. Once the child had gone (wipes and toilet paper were on either side, whichever the young one preferred) the panels would close back up, trapping the waste and smell within until either the child had to go again, or the teacher or one of two aides cleaned out the potties.

Speaking of potties….

Twilight turned around, hoping the training potty that had been set up in her room would be there. But she found it missing and suddenly remembered, after some Buenos Nachos Tacos had disagreed with her the night before, one of her folks, or if he was unlucky, Shining, was likely cleaning it. If Cadence was over (and she and Shining weren't too busy making out or cuddling) she'd help Twilight train. 

Twilight's cheeks clenched as she fought to hold in her mess. A few times when she didn't have access to toileting facilities, the witty mad scientist to be had to ah "improvise" a potty, much to her charigin. She recalled the first such attempt had been a toy tea pot she had stuffed with napkins to not only further muffle any noise, but also to keep it as clean as possible.

"Alright, if my timing is correct, Ill be able to avoid accidental release into my snuggies for another, urgh!" Twilight tensed up a bit as she had to clamp down once more. "Five minutes and four seconds." She slowly stood up, pressing her free hand against her training pants covered tush.

"Let's see, the bathoom then." Twilight muttered, slowly rubbing her stomach. If the Fates, Norns, Mephala, or whatever weaved the twisting tapestry of Fate smiled on her, then her brother, dad, or Cadence weren't hogging the bathroom. Granted, she could use her training potty if they were there, but the girl valued her privacy just as much as they valued their own. 

Carefully, cautiously, the young Ms. Twilight Asimov Sparkle peeked outside of her door, rubbing her stomach with one hand in an attempt to soothe her gurgling guts. "Coast clear." She whispered. No one was in the hallway. The sounds of a mecha anime and voices could be heard coming from Shining's room, signifying he and Cadence were more than likely watching a show together. 

She could hear the sounds of a documentary about an expedition to the Andromeda system coming from the living room's twelve inch, plasma screen TV, which could only mean her dad was watching it downstairs. Being chairman of the Astronomy Committee at the local college, and one of the volunteer researchers at the Canterlot State Observatory, he felt it was his sworn duty to keep up to date with any new extraterrestrial activities.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight made swift but careful bounds towards the bathroom. She groaned quietly as she opened the doorknob. Her brain, sensing her body's proximity to a toilet, had quickened her load's pace. She could already feel herself all but losing control.

Practically throwing the door open, Twilight dashed inside the bathroom! Quickly kicking aside her training pants she plopped down onto her throne styled potty, grunting cutely as her mess surged out of her. After two and a half minute of straining and farting, Twilight began to wipe herself with wet wipes, humming. Another close call, another near miss.





"Aww, you looked so cute Twily!" The voice of Sunset Shimmer echoed. In the present day, Twilight removed the helmet of the Memori Animus, a device that allowed one to vividly relive any memory they had. Apparently, Sunset had been quite interested in her best friend’s toddler years.

"Yeah, but you're my next test subject, Sunny." Sci-Twi smirked, getting up and waddling after her girlfriend. Giggles echoed throughout the lab.
> The Great Pinkie Pie Potty Training Adventure Or Something (Pinkie Pie)
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“Pinkie Pie, get back here! You need your diaper on! You can't go wherever you want to, that’s bad for business.” Mrs. Cake shouted as she chased a naked filly Pinkie Pie all around Sugarcube Corner.

“Aww, but me was waised on a wock fawm,” Pinkie answered. “Me aways go whevever me wanted to, and neva wowwy about da mess o wets.”

“Yes, but here you need a diaper on so we can keep our business nice and clean,” Mrs. Cake explained. “So get back here, Pinkie!” After some running, the plump baker caught the filly and put a diaper on. “Ha, got it on you!” She exclaimed and breathed a sigh of relief. “Now you go play with your toys while Carrot Cake and I work, okay?”

Pinkie giggled. “Otay Mrs. Cake.” And she crawled over to her toys, opting to play with some blocks.

Mr. Cake couldn’t help but notice how exhausted his wife seemed to be when she came back into the kitchen. “You look tired, dear. You sure you can manage the front desk while I’m working in the back?" He asked Mrs. Cake. 

Mrs. Cake sighed. “I'll be fine, dear. Pinke just made me run around Sugarcube Corner just to get her diaper on. I just don't know how the Pie family dealt with Pinkie this long and not potty trained her. She’s three years old, we need to get her potty trained!” She declared.

Mr. Cake reluctantly nodded. “Yes, the time has come. I had to clean up her accidents on the floor three times today, and once yesterday in her room. She needs to learn now, or else we’ll need to send her back home to her family on the rock farm.”

Mrs. Cake frowned. “We can’t do that, Carrot Cake. She would never want to leave us. We’re her family now, and we have to care for her as such.”

Mr. Cake sighed. “You’re right, Cup Cake. We have to get Pinkie to learn to use the potty before we even think about trying to send her back to her family.”

“So we’ll try to potty train Pinkie tonight,” Mrs. Cake agreed. “Or do you want to keep trotting around the house just to get her diaper on before she makes another mess on the floor?”

Mr. Cake shook his head. “No, not in a million years. We’ll definitely try to potty train Pinkie Pie tonight.” 





As the day carried on, Pinkie Pie occupied herself by playing with her toys till there was no pony left inside other than Mr. and Mrs. Cake and her.

That was when Mrs. Cake came over to Pinkie and said to her. “Pinkie, dear you are three years old and, well, Carrot and I believe it's time for you to learn how to go potty in a training potty, or whatever it is you need to use. Otherwise you can no longer stay here and you’ll have to go back to the rock farm. Okay, Pinkie?” 

Pinkie blinked and nearly gasped! “Wat?! Make me go back to da wock fawm?! Nu nu nu, me can’t, me wike it hewe!” Then her posture seemed to slump a bit. “Otay, me weawn to use da potty. But how can me do it? Aww me did befowe is just go on da fwoor or outside to do me business.”

“Well first, do you need to go potty, Pinkie?” Mrs. Cake asked the little filly. “You were playing all day while we were working. You probably had to go by now, I’ll check your diaper,” She did so, pulling back the padding with a hoof. “Hm, you’re wet, Pinkie. Seems we’ll have to try tomorrow morning,” And she turned to her husband. “Dear, can you bring me the change supplies and a fresh diaper?”

“Wait, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie Pie pleaded. “Can you put me in a puww-up, ten if me hawf to go me couwd twy to make it to da potty wen you sweepin. Pwease?”

Mr. Cake shook his head. “I'm sorry, Pinkie, we can't trust you to do it yourself yet. You need one of us to help you remove your diaper and set you on the potty so you can learn with us there.” He proceeded to hoof Mrs. Cake the changing supplies.

“Aww, fine me wait tiww mowning.” Pinkie reluctantly agreed.

“That's a good filly,” Mrs. Cake smiled as she performed a diaper change on Pinkie Pie and put the filly in a clean diaper for the night. Then she added. “But if you want to see your potty and try to use it before bed, I can put you in a pull-up for bedtime, how’s that sound?”

“Wes, me want to see it and dun want to be diapeed anymowe!” Pinkie declared while bouncing up and down.

Mrs. Cake giggled. “Well okay then, let’s go!” She picked up Pinkie, carried her to the bathroom, and set her down next to her potty. “Pinkie, from now on this is what you’ll make your pee pee and poo poos in. It’s your own potty, meant for fillies like you. And look, it’s pink your favorite color! Do you want to sit on it and get a feel for it?”

“Wes wes wes! Me do, Mrs. Cake! And me wuv pink, is so coow!” Pinkie cheered, as ms cake removed the tapes on the diaper and let it hit the ground.

Mrs. Cake then set Pinkie on her potty. “There. How does it feel?”

“Me wuv it!” Pinkie cheered. Then she felt nature calling and with a blush she declared. “Me hawf to potty!”

Mrs. Cake smiled. “Well, just go in your potty, Pinkie Pie.”

“If you can’t, we'll just turn around so you can go, okay?” Mr. Cake added, and he and his wife turned around to give Pinkie some privacy.





Pinkie just relaxed on her potty, trying to go but she couldn’t. She was about to get off when she started to pee into the potty, hearing it tinkle into the bowl! A few plops could be heard as well, and when she was done she stood up and cheered! “Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake, me did it! Me went potty!”

Mr. Cake and Mrs. Cake smiled and clapped their hooves. “Good, Pinkie, you did a wonderful job! You used your potty like a big girl should!” Mrs. Cake encouraged, wiping Pinkie all clean and putting her in a pull-up for bedtime as promised.

Mr. Cake pour the used potty into the big, adult potty and flushed it all away. Pinkie was amazed and fascinated by this!

“Wen wiww me use da aduwt potty, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie asked. 

“When you are ready, this is just the beginning. For now, focus on your potty.” Mrs. Cake encouraged as she carried Pinkie to her bedroom and set the little filly in her crib.

“Aww, otay. Weww gud night Mama n Dada.” Pinkie yawned and then went to sleep.

“Good night, Pinkie Pie, sleep well.” Mr. and Mrs. Cake both called as they kissed her on the forehead. Then they closed the door a little bit and both headed to bed.

“We did a great job, honey bun,” Mr. Cake declared. “Now let’s hope we can fully potty train Pinkie from here on out.” Then he and his wife both got into bed and fell asleep. 
> Battle in the Bathroom (Shining Armor)
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One of the perks of being an author was that Twilight Velvet got to be a stay at home parent. While her husband would often leave for work first thing in the morning and usually not be back until sundown at the earliest, Velvet had the opportunity to work from the comfort and privacy of her own home.

As an added bonus, it gave her a chance to be closer to her only child, Shining Armor. Having caught what was known as “Mommy Fever” the mare was very reluctant to let others care for her foal. Even her husband would sometimes need permission to do things as simple as change Shining Armor’s diapers or feed him his bottles.

With the help of a foal swing that was a lovely shade of purple, Velvet could plop her son down in the same room as her writing studio, and usually not have to worry too much about him. Shining was a pretty vocal foal so he tended to let his parents know whenever he needed something.

But on some days, Twilight Velvet could become so engrossed in her work that her own son would take a back seat. Usually she wouldn’t snap back to her senses until her son wiggled his way out of his bouncer and tugged on her mane (which he loved to play with due to how smooth and silky it felt) to get her attention. Often in the most adorable of ways, including his patented diaper dance (named after a dance he’d once done when his mom put too much foal powder in his diaper, and he shook all about to try to get the excess foal powder out).

It wasn’t all bad, though. Caring for Shining had inspired Velvet to write an entire series about foals and the adventures they could get up to. Despite having to change names to protect her family from unwanted attention, the series was a huge success. Some were even calling it the next Daring Do, and had even won the mare the prestigious Daring Do Award for excellence in children’s literature. Parents would write to her from far off places like Ponyville, Manehattan, and even Las Pegasus about how her works had changed the way they viewed their own little ones.

Naturally, the strive to make each story better than the one before it caused Velvet to work harder and harder. Which could be a problem when the occasional writer’s block would hit her.

Today would be one of those days.





Shining Armor was almost three years old by now, still currently in diapers due to the uneven nature of his potty training experience. Sometimes his mom would train him if she found the time, other times it was his dad who would take up the responsibility. But there were times when the little colt wouldn’t have either parent to rely on, and since it would crush his spirits to have an accident in pull-ups he was confined to diapers.

The little colt was currently in his mom’s writing studio, bouncing up and down in his foal swing while his mom was hard at work on her latest novel. It seemed she was having a hard time if the many stacks of discarded paper were any indication. And he wished there was something he could do to help her. The one time he’d tried to write, he’d made a mess with the pen and papers and both his mom and his dad had scolded him severely.

Suddenly, while he was bouncing up and down, the foal felt a faint but familiar urge building up inside him. He wasn’t hungry, lunch time had been half an hour ago and his next bottle wasn’t due until at least one fifteen. So that could only mean one thing, he had to go potty!

“Mommy!” Shining called while bouncing up and down in his foal swing, trying to get his mom’s attention. “Mommy!”

“Not now, sweetie,” Velvet called in that sweet tone of hers. “Mommy is very busy, okay. Just keep playing, Mommy will check on you shortly.” She didn’t even turn her head, so engrossed was she in her writing.

Shining frowned as he ceased his bouncing. He knew that whenever his mom was this absorbed into his writing there was no talking her out of it. She was “in the zone” as his father would say.

But the little colt knew he had to go! And there was no way he was going to wait until either his mom could turn away from her writing, or until he had an accident. Since his mom was too busy and his dad wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, there was only one thing a foal in his unique situation could do. He would take care of business by himself. He knew how to answer nature’s call.

It wasn’t difficult for Shining to slip out of his foal swing, he’d done so with practiced precision many times before and without either of his parents ever noticing (until he got their attention anyways). With a fair deal of wiggling, he was able to free himself from the swing and plopped onto his diapered rump as a small cloud of foal powder spilled out. “Mommy put too much foal powder on me again.” He mentally grumbled, but he could worry about that later. For right now he needed to get to the bathroom and to his potty as soon as possible.

Luckily he knew where it was, the same place it always was and always would be: The bathroom. At the thought of that place though, the little colt briefly paused and gulped. The bathroom could be quite a scary place, maybe not for his parents who were big enough to handle all the threats in there but certainly for him. There were a lot of big things in there, including those strange bottles under the sink he was told never to drink from.

But by far the biggest and most frightening of them, was the so called “king” (the grown-ups had mentioned a throne and how could there be a throne without a king?). A giant, white, bowl shaped object made of porcelain and boasted a silvery, handle device that produced a most frightening roar. Anything that entered into it never came back out or so it was said. And Shining knew that if he wasn’t careful, that could be him.

However, no “king” was going to keep Shining from doing what had to be done. His potty was in the bathroom, and he couldn’t depend on his parents to always be there for him to chase away the monsters. If he could stand up to the monsters under his bed and in his closet (they didn’t frighten him anymore, though it helped that he had a night light to sleep with and Brutus Force to snuggle for security), then the one lurking in the bathroom couldn’t be any tougher. Right?





Crawling as fast as his little hooves would let him (and trying his best to keep his urge to go under control), Shining carefully exited from his mom’s writing studio and made his way through the long and winding hallway, down to the bathroom where his potty awaited.

As luck would have it, the door to the bathroom was wide open, so the little colt waddled through without hesitation. Immediately he locked eyes with the fearsome monster that was the grown-up potty, the porcelain beast, and the king of the bathroom. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was the very thing that he feared the most. The very thing that unnerved him almost enough to have an accident. Almost.

Shining eyed the plastic, light blue bowl that rested nearby and had the words “My Little Potty” written on it in pink and purple lettering. It would be so easy to just waddle over to it, pull down his diaper, and then sit down to do his business.

But the foal was feeling rather bold today! The time had come for him to conquer his fear and vanquish his final foe! Besides, if his mommy and daddy could use this mighty creature and not get eaten, surely he could do the same.

“Ya going down, potty monster!” Shining taunted the king as he stuck out his tongue. His foe didn’t reply.

Well, before the little colt could even think of taking on this big potty, he had to take off his diaper. He tugged at the tapes with his hooves only to have them slip off time and time again. A raging blush formed on his cheeks as he realized what he would need to do if he wanted to get his diaper off in time. “Consider yaself wucky, fiend!” He told his opponent. “Ya get to see my famous diapee dance!”

Shining then started kicking and bouncing about, shaking his padding as it slowly but surely slid down his rump until at least it had dropped to his knees. A couple more clouds of foal powder had billowed out, but the little colt didn’t care that could be cleaned up later.

Now came the matter of actually getting up onto the seat. He lacked the magical power of his parents to teleport, and he didn’t think he could jump up nearly high enough to grab the edge. But did that stop the little colt? Not for a second. He simply turned his attention to his potty that rested nearby. It seemed it would have a use today after all, just not in the way one would expect.

With a great deal of straining, Shining was able to push the potty close enough to the grown-up potty so that he could stand up and jump. And with the elevated starting point provided by his potty, he was able to grasp the edge of the seat just barely.

Now Shining was staring down into the bowl, the belly of the beast. He could see his own reflection gazing back at him in the smooth, mirror like waters. He wasn’t frightened.

But as the foal moved to get into position and sit down, he felt his hooves start to slip! Frantically trying to keep from falling he reached his front hooves out and tried to grab hold of something, anything to keep him from ending up in the bowl! For once he fell in there was no chance he would get back out! And he hadn’t come all this way just be a snack for the monster.

Unfortunately the only thing that the little one could grab, was the handle that rested to one side of the big potty. His hooves wrapped around the handle, and due to his outstretched nature they forced it down!

A mighty roar rang out, the creature was angry and ready to eat! To make matters worse, Shining found himself losing his balance! His hooves slipped off the handle and he tumbled off the seat, plunging into the surging waters of the bowl!





The little colt felt himself start to spin round and round, faster and faster! He was unable to do much of anything as the grown-up potty continued to spin him about, disorienting him!

Then the water started to retreat, and Shining felt something start to tug on his tail! “Oh no!” He cried, fearing the worst!

But strangely, it seemed that despite how powerful the tugging sensation was on his tail, the foal didn’t seem to be descending. Being a curious little one he looked down at himself, and discovered to what he owed his miraculous escape from the jaws of the vicious potty monster.

His diaper had absorbed all the water, swelling up like a water balloon ready to pop. It definitely felt heavier now, but it was blocking the hole that the water had retreated down. It seemed that was what had saved Shining from becoming the potty monster’s next victim. “Tank you, diapee! Ya the best!” He declared.

Now that just left the matter of finding a way out. He could easily take off his diaper and let the water refill, potentially taking him with it if it started that swirling cycle again. But one close call was enough, Shining didn’t want to risk another.

The foal looked up, gazing up at the seat that he had slipped off. It actually didn’t seem to be that far down, probably because his diaper had stopped him from being pulled down any further. He rocked back and forth on his soggy padding for a little bit, deep in thought. Maybe if he just tried hard enough, he could grasp the side of the bowl and climb back out?

Well, it was worth a shot. It sure beat the alternatives of going down with the water, or waiting for somepony to come and fish him out. So the foal shifted his weight on his diaper a little, and tried to grab hold of the side of the bowl.

That didn’t work. But then, something else happened. It felt like some kind of pressure was building up underneath Shining’s diaper and it was growing by the second. Without warning, a loud “Sploosh!” could be heard as the water shot up like a fountain and propelled Shining upward like a rocket!

The foal was launched out of the bowl, landing on the floor in front of the big potty as his soggy padding squished. The water in the bowl subsequently retreated and refilled, and Shining breathed a sigh of relief to know that he had escaped the potty monster’s clutches. He definitely wasn’t going to try and take it on again, next time he might not be so lucky.

So the little colt just shook about until his padding drooped down and fell off his bottom completely. A cold breeze blew past the foal’s bare bottom as he blushed, relieved nopony was around to see him like this. He quickly rushed over to his potty and sat down. He didn’t even need to push, after all the time he’d spent holding in his need to go relaxing caused his body to operate almost on instinct. A few plops could be heard as a familiar smell reached Shining’s nostrils.

Feeling quite proud of his accomplishment, Shining stood up when he was certain he was done and proudly declared! “I went potty!”. It didn’t feel quite the same when there wasn’t somepony there to praise him for his efforts, and his thoughts turned to his mommy, still hard at work in her office. She had to see what her son had managed to do all by himself.





Twilight Velvet was indeed still absorbed in her writing, she had not heard a thing. She didn’t turn her attention away from her desk until she felt a familiar tugging on her mane. “What is it, honey?” She asked her son without turning around.

“Mommy, I went potty!” Shining proudly declared as he raised his hooves over his head.

“I’ll change your diaper in a minute, Shining. Mommy’s almost done with her writing, just need to think of how to end this chapter.” Velvet commented, while moving a hoof to pat her son on the forehead.

But Shining kept hopping up and down. “No, Mommy! I didn’t go in my diapee! I went potty, all by myself!”

“Oh, that’s very nice, dear,” Twilight Velvet commented, before she blinked and spun around to face her son! “Wait, you actually used your potty all by yourself?!”

The little colt nodded and beamed with pride! “Uh-huh! Mommy, come see!” He darted out of the room as fast as he could.

Velvet rose from her desk and followed her son to the bathroom. He gestured a hoof to his potty, and sure enough Velvet could see that he had indeed used it. Now it was her turn to be filled with pride. “Oh, Shining, Mommy is so proud of you!” She happily declared. “Such a big colt for doing it all on your own! Do you need help wiping?”

At that, Shining blushed bright red. “Yeah, me do.”

“Alright, son, Mommy will get you all nice and clean,” Velvet declared as she used her magic to pull out some wet wipes. Then she noticed something else. “Shiny, where’s your diaper? Did you lose it?”

“Nu-uh, it got fuww of watew fwom big potty,” The foal explained as he was wiped clean. “It aww wet and heavy, me no wanna wear it. So me threw it away.”

At that, the mare became more than a little concerned. “Shining Armor, you know you’re not ready for the big potty yet. Why didn’t you come and get me?”

“Ya too busy, Mommy. Me wanted to prove I couwd handwe potty monstew by mysewf!” Shining declared as he puffed out his chest. “Me awmost did, but ten me messed up.”

Velvet knew she should’ve been upset with her son for doing something so dangerous, but the way he phrased it she couldn’t help but snicker. “My my, such an active imagination you have, Shining. You know the big potty is not a monster.”

“Ten what makes tat awfuw noise?” Shining pondered as his mother tossed away the wet wipes after the wiping job was done.

“It’s called a flush,” Velvet explained as she picked up the potty and emptied its contents into the toilet. Then she turned to her son, picking him up with her magic. “Go on, why don’t you try it? I promise, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“You pwomise it not twy to eat me?” Shining asked his mom.

The mare nodded her head. “I promise,” She levitated him close to the handle. “Now go on, just pull the handle.”

Reluctantly, the little colt did so. Pushing it down with all his might as the loud roar from before was heard once again! This time though he watched the whole thing unfold from the safety of his mom’s magical embrace, observing how his waste was swept up and sucked down the drain. “Poo poo go bye bye!” He waved a hoof.

Velvet floated him back down to the ground a few seconds later. “See, Shining, that wasn’t so bad. But I want you to stick to your potty, and do not try to use the big potty without me, your daddy, or a grown-up around to watch you.” She instructed.

“Okay, Mommy, me do tat.” Shining nodded and gave a little salute.

“Good. Now, I believe my little colt is finally ready for his big pony pull-ups!” Velvet proudly declared as she scooped him up and carried him out of the bathroom. All the while, she was thinking in her mind. “Shining Armor’s little bathroom adventure has just given me the perfect idea for a new story in my series! I think I’ll call it ‘Captain Padding v.s. The Potty Monster’.”
> Princess of the Potty (Princess Celestia)
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Celestia was quite bored doing her duties as Princess of Equestria one afternoon, ponies were slowly coming up to her and she would try to listen to their problems and give them advice. 

Suddenly, from out of nowhere a bulky, blue coated earth pony mare wobbled in. She was looking around the throne room with her bright orange eyes. Her bright orange mane was tied in a bun, while her likewise orange colored tail was obscured by a white cowl covered in red polka dots. She had a red saddlebag strapped on her, and she bounced down the aisle. Everypony was quite astonished seeing this pony was being so uncouth as she chirped. "Oh hello Princezz Celeztia! I am Madam De’Foal, and I need your help."

The princess was quite stunned and asked. “Is there anything you need from me?”

“Well, I have to zay that I need your assistance in an important matter,” Madam De’Foal explained. “You zee the foalz I care for need zomepony to teach them good mannerz on potty training, and I think that if you came by and zhowed them what to do, they will lizten.”

Many ponies in the throne room chuckled as the princess blushed and responded. “Um…I do believe that this isn’t a matter I should attend to seeing. That..um..that would be quite embarrassing. Especially if I’m supposed to,” She nervously whispered. “Show them how to go potty.”

Madam De'Foal rolled her eyes. “Pleaze, your zizter, Princezz Luna already did a clazz on bedwetting and haz helped dozenz of foalz. All I’m azking iz for you to do zomething zimilar.”

Celestia rolled her eyes and grumbled. “Fine, I guess I’ll do it for the sake of the little ones. No way am I letting Luna one up in this department.”

Madam De’Foal snickered. “Well that iz good to hear, pleaze come by ze parenting office in Canterlot tomorrow, where we can get you ready for your clazz."

Celestia scratched her head, unsure of what was going on. “Well, alright, I think,” Under her breath she added. “I hope I just have to talk to the foals. I’m sure it won’t be too embarrassing if it’s just that. Sunset Shimmer and Twilight were both fully potty trained when they moved in with me, and Twilight’s parents helped her potty train Spike. Even Luna didn’t need that much help adjusting to modern plumbing after coming back from the moon. Just talking about potty training shouldn’t be that hard.”





The next day, Celestia was now sitting in the waiting room of a strange office with a white and pink polka dotted carpet with big, fancy, comfy chairs. Inspirational posters about parenthood were plastered all over the walls. The princess had a look of envy printed on her face and blushed, having always wanted to have foals of her own. Alas, her duties as a princess and ruler of Equestria made searching for an eligible suitor difficult.  

The mare turned around to see Madam De'Foal coming by with a smirk. “Well, Princezz Celeztia I think it’z time for your little potty performance! The little onez they are all waiting for you."

Celestia blinked and got up as she shouted. “Seriously!? Why would I do that!? Shouldn’t somepony else give the demonstration?”

Madam De'Foal didn’t answer, she blinked her eyes and zapped the princess with a beam as Celestia’s cutie mark changed into a big, goofy, smiling sun on her rump! The princess looked at her new cutie mark with a horrified expression. “Hey! Why would you do that!?”

Madam De'Foal looked over her work as she replied. "Zo that you can become ze princezz of ze potty! And from now on, you zhall know me as Nanny De’Foal."

Celestia slammed a hoof as her cheeks turned a deep red. "Hey! I said I would give the foals tips about potty training! I never said I would be their demonstration on using it! I most definitely didn't sign up for this!"

Nanny De'Foal just rolled her eyes and zapped Celestia again as the alicorn princess shrunk in size and age until she was no older than a three year old toddler. The filly alicron squeaked and stumbled about as she plopped on her rump and cried. "Why would you do that!?" 

Nanny De'Foal crossed her hooves and scoffed. "Because you’re now ze age of ze toddlerz, now we need to give you the appropriate attire." She zapped Princess Celestia once again and a pink pull-up appeared around her rump. 

The filly cried as she placed her hooves over her pull-up and cried. "Seriously!? Is all of this really necessary?"

The nanny cried out. "Well ze foalz would like to zee zomepony who iz clozer to their age."

Celestia looked up with an angry glare. "You couldn't find a filly who already is a foal?"

Nanny De'Foal snickered. "Well it wouldn't be za zame without a real princezz. And your great niece is not ready for ze potty yet."

The filly Celestia stomped about and whined. "Couldn't you have chosen my sister, or Cadence or Twilight for that matter!?"

Nanny De'Foal chuckled and explained. "Well, Luna already did the bedwetting clazz. Alzo, Cadence already did ze diapee clazz, and Twilight ze potty chart and pull-upz clazz. Zo I thought it waz about time for your turn. You get ze the mozt important clazz."

Celestia looked up with wide eyes, trying to digest what she heard and whispered. "Just who are you?"

Nanny De'Foal skipped over and gave the foal on the pat on the head. "That'z a zecret. Now Princezz of ze Potty, we need to get you in front of ze crowd of foalz that came to zee you. You don’t want to disappoint zem."





Celestia squeaked and cried as she was pushed on her pink padded rump out into the crowd, and they all burst into cheers as Nanny De’Foal proclaimed. "Here is the princezz of ze potty, here to teach you all about ze potty!"

The princess squirmed and waved a hoof hearing her voice was altered with a mix of her own and Pinkie Pie’s. “H-hello everypony!..I…I'm here to teach you about the potty!" The foals all cheered and clapped their hooves. While Celestia stood there wide eyed and whimpering. 

Nanny De'Foal came over and cooed. "Now, now, don't be zhy! You know what you’re here for," She then produced a giant toilet in the middle of the room as Celestia whimpered, watching it towering above her. It looked even bigger than the one in her private bathroom in the castle.

Nanny De'Foal instructed. "Now watch az ze princezz of se potty uzez ze big potty!"

Celestia grumbled under her breath as she was lifted up and set down upon the seat. She slowly climbed over the edge of the big porcelain bowl, the filly then plopped over and giggled as she raised her forehooves and shouted. "This is easy!" Celestia then started to pee, making a loud hiss. There was a lot of giggling from the foals and the princess eyed them as she asked. "Why are you all laughing?"

Nanny De'Foal giggled as she came over and poked a hoof at Celestia’s soggy pull-up. "Lookz like you forgot to take off your pull-up, zilly filly."

The filly cried out as she placed her hooves over her stained, soggy pull-up as the foals burst into even more laughter. But with a flash from Nanny De'Foal's eyes, Celestia was changed into a clean into a new pink pull-up. 

"There you go, it’z okay. Zhat happens to everypony," Nanny De’Foal then came over and asked "Zo...are you going to pull down your pull-up?"

Celestia got off the giant toilet and shouted. "No! I'm not going to be treated like this! And I'm hungry!" The princess took out a plate with cake on it, jumping back onto the big potty. She then started to gorge on the piece of cake on the potty, only to suddenly lose her balance! Many of the ponies gasped as she squeaked, falling straight into the potty with a plop! 

Nanny De'Foal shook her head and sighed. "Thiz iz why you don't eat on ze potty! Luckily thiz lttle one can't be fluzhed, for she doez not belong in ze big potty." She came over and picked the little filly up by the pull-up. and plopped the soggy filly on the ground as the foals giggled, seeing that Celestia was somehow in a toddler swimsuit now. Showing off her cute soggy pull-up which simply plopped to the ground. 

Celestia saueaked and the foals burst into even more laughter. Nanny De’Foal then took out a big, pink, fluffy towel, covered the filly and ruffled her about. When done, she revealed the filly was back in a new, bright pink pull-up, and she cooed. "There, now can you uze ze potty, right?"

But Celestia was furious as she took a package of diapers and cried! "I hate this potty! This is what I think about you and this stupid potty!" The little filly tore open the package of diapers and shoved all the padding into the toilet! The diaper material began to swell up in size and they plugged up the toilet as Celestia flushed, making water spout out and pour all over the stage. 

Nanny De’Foal shook her head as she took the filly by the hoof and sighed. "It lookz like you are not ready for ze big potty. You need time with ze training potty,” The Nanny then took out a pink training potty, with a big, smiling sun printed on the front. She placed it on the ground. "Here, you can try to uze thiz inztead."

Celestia stomped about and whined. "Stop it! I am not gonna use that stupid potty!" She plopped down with a humph as Nanny De'Foal zapped Celestia's pull-up, turning it into a giant, thick, pink diaper between her legs. 

Celestia squealed and plopped right on her padded bottom, making foal powder poof out! Nanny De’Foal then scolded her. "Well if you don't want to uze ze training potty, then you zhall be in diaperz until you behave."

The little filly waddled about, trying to tug the padding off as the foals all burst into laughter while foal powder poofed out from her leg holes. She then squeaked as she felt the urge to go, waddled to the training potty, and plopped down only to squeak upon realizing she was still in her diaper. She peed straight into it, soaking it thoroughly. The foals all giggled and jeered as Celestia whimpered while her padding sagged between her legs. 

Nanny De'Foal sighed. "When will you learn? Honeztly!" She placed Celestia down and the filly squeaked as her diaper was changed in front of the foals. 

Celestia kicked and whined as she was placed into a new, pink pull-up. Nanny De'Foal then  took Celestia and plopped her on the potty. "Now, can you go potty like a big filly!?"

The regressed princess grumbled as she reluctantly tinkled in the potty, and the foals all cheered, making her blush as Nanny De'Foal pinched her cheek. "There you go, cutie! Now vas that worth making zuch a fuzz over? No," She turned around to face the audience. "Zhat iz what to do and what not to do on zhe potty, give our princezz of the potty a round of applauze."

They all cheered and shouted as Celestia blushed and giggled, bouncing around while shouting. "T-thank you! I hope I inspired you all."  She squealed as her body suddenly glowed and she transformed into an adult, but she was still wearing her pink, poofy dress and pull-up. This made her squeak and fall backwards. 

Nanny De'Foal cooed. "Becauze she went potty, zhe'z a big princezz and you all can be too if you uze ze potty properly!" 

They all cheered as Celestia waddled away as quickly as possible.





Celestia was grumbling back in Nanny De'Foal's office, looking over at the mare with a glare. "I know you had good intentions, but I should punish you for what you did to me!"

The nanny zapped Celestia, taking off the silly clothes and returning her back to normal as she cooed. "Zorry, but you did a good job. I think we zhould do thiz once a month."

"No way! Doing that once was embarrassing enough!" The princess shouted back.

Nanny De'Foal shrugged as she cooed. "Well it'z your decizion. But deep down you liked being a foal. I think you'll come back azking to do that again."

Celestia gulped, not wanting to admit that what Nanny De'Foal said was true. She slowly walked backwards and ran out of the office as fast as she could with a blush on her face. "Who is this mare? How can she use such powerful magic? How does she know what I'm thinking!?" She stopped and turned towards the office as she whispered. "In fact...Why do I get the feeling she's listening to everything I say?"
> Adventure in Potty Training (Rainbow Dash)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Daring Do steadied her nerves and took a deep breath. This was uncharted territory for her and no amount of reading or planning could prepare her for this fateful and frightening journey into the unknown: Potty training Rainbow Dash.

The adventurer wasn’t entirely sure she should be doing this, Rainbow still didn’t always know when she had to go. But Rainbow Dash insisted over and over again that she was ready to try, and Daring decided that it couldn’t hurt to attempt it.

Daring trotted into the bathroom in Rainbow Dash’s house, the foal clinging tightly to her mane the whole time. At last Daring stopped and lowered Rainbow to the ground, taking another deep breath. “Okay, Rainbow Dash, we’re here,” She gestured to the nearby toilet. “You’re absolutely sure you want to go through with this?”

Rainbow nodded quite firmly. “Uh-huh, Mama! Me weady to get out of diapees!” She declared. Without even waiting for Daring, the foal started to buzz her wings and make her way over to the toilet!

“Hey, Rainbow, wait!” Daring pleaded with the foal. “We shouldn’t rush this!”

But the eager foal was far too excited to listen. She got herself into position on top of the seat and relaxed, starting to pee before she had even landed on the seat. Strangely though, she couldn’t hear anything tinkling into the big porcelain bowl. And that struck Rainbow as quite odd.

Daring Do seemed to be snickering for some reason, which made Rainbow most curious. And when Rainbow looked down at herself, she knew why. Her diaper hadn’t been removed, so instead of going in the toilet she had wet her diaper. The foal blushed bright red as her wing flaps slowed and she landed on the seat.

“You forgot to let Mommy take off your diaper,” Daring teased the foal. “You’re such a silly filly.”

Rainbow frowned. “Me not siwwy, me just messed up.”

Daring just trotted toward the toilet and patted Rainbow reassuringly on the head. “It’s okay, accidents happen sometimes. Luckily it was just number one and not number two,” She briefly made a gag face before coughing into a hoof, changing the subject. “Well, you’ll need to get changed. I’ll go get a fresh diaper,” And she departed the bathroom with a teasing remark. “Don’t let the potty monster getcha!”

“Tere’s no such ting as a potty monstew!” The foal replied with a growl. But Daring was too far away to hear or reply.





Rainbow tried to wait patiently for Daring to come back, but the foalish part of her mind took over as the wait seemed to stretch on and on. “Me not gonna wait for Mama, me prove I big fiwwy aww by mysewf!” She declared.

Well the first thing that would need to be done is removing the accursed diaper. Rainbow had watched Daring perform diaper changes so many times, and had even seen Pinkie Pie and the Cakes change the twins diapers from time to time. They made it look so easy.

Still on the seat, the foal started to tug and tug on her diaper, trying to undo the tabs holding it up. It seemed like no matter how hard she struggled though, the tabs didn’t want to come undone.

“Stupid diapee! Why you being so hawd?!” Rainbow growled, trying to use her teeth to just rip the accursed padding off and toss it aside.

Because she was so focused on removing her diaper, Rainbow forgot to pay attention to her surroundings as she flew around. She didn’t notice where she was, until she felt her backside brush up against something cold and metal.

Suddenly there was a tink, and a loud roar echoed from the toilet bowl! A frightened Rainbow realized she’d accidentally started the flush cycle! “Gah!” She screamed in shock as she suddenly felt the weight of her wet diaper pulling her down, straight into the swirling and draining waters of the toilet!





Daring Do had retrieved a new diaper, along with some wet wipes and foal powder. And was currently making her way back to the bathroom, ready to change Rainbow Dash. “Can’t believe she made such an obvious mistake,” The adventurer commented out loud and then pondered. “Should I even include this in my book? Who’d want to read about Daring Do changing diapers and potty training a foal?”

As she neared the bathroom, Daring heard a high pitched scream that could be faintly heard over the sound of the toilet flushing. Immediately the adventurer’s heart filled with dread! “Oh no! What was I thinking?!” She gasped, realizing her mistake!

Fearing the worst, Daring charged into the bathroom while dropping the supplies in her frantic rush! “Rainbow, where are you?!” She cried, hoping to hear a reply.

Fortunately there was one. A rather ashamed looking Rainbow was perched atop the toilet tank, looking down at the bowl from a safe distance. It was easy to notice that she wasn’t wearing her diaper. “I right hewe, Mama.” She blushed but said no more.

Daring was about to ask what the reason for the blush was, but the instant she took one hoofstep into the bathroom she knew why. The toilet had overflowed, flooding the bathroom floor completely. And the source of the blockage was easily spotted, for floating in the top of the bowl was a very soggy and saggy diaper.

“Rainbow, did you try to flush your diaper?” Daring demanded as she reluctantly trotted over and fished the padding out. When she did so the water in the bowl receded and then refilled to its normal level. With a flick of her mane, Daring tossed the diaper into a nearby trash can.

Rainbow reluctantly fluttered down from the tank as she explained. “Me no mean to fwush diapee. It swip off by accident aftew me accidentawwy fwush potty twying to take diapee off,” She proceeded to whimper. “Me sowwy, Mommy.”

Daring sighed and took yet another deep breath. “It’s alright, at least you’re okay. It’s really my fault for leaving you unattended in the bathroom,” She turned to Rainbow. “But I don’t think you’re quite ready for potty training yet. I can’t take another scare like that, and it’s gonna take forever to clean up this mess.”

The foal reluctantly nodded her head. “Otay, Mama, me no twy to use potty fwom now on,” Then she frowned. “But me thought me was ready.”

Daring just patted the foal’s head. “Well maybe you will be someday. But I think it’s best if we just wait until Twilight finds that cure and you go back to being normal.”

“Ya not gonna wite about tis in ya book, awe ya?” Rainbow nervously inquired of Daring.

Daring shook her head. “I’ll be sure to leave out certain details, assuming I even write about this. And I’m not sure I will, I don’t think many ponies would be interested in something like this.”
> The "Big" Potty (Big Macintosh)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Big Macintosh and Applejack were both having a lunch break together at Sweet Apple Acres enjoying some dandelion sandwiches under the shade of a few apple trees. They then both saw something odd. There was a zap apple on the ground and it looked mushy and rotten. Applejack had a funny thought and snickered, "I dare ya twenty bits to eat that rotten zapp apple, Big Mac."

Big Mac shook his head and responded with a defiant. "Eenope."

Applejack eyed her brother and replied. "How about for forty bits?"

The stallion shook his head. "Eenope."

Applejack snorted and shouted. "How about sixty bits?"

The stallion tapped a hoof to his chin and responded. "How about a hundred bits? Make it worth my while?"

Applejack scoffed and shoved the zap apple in front of him. "Alright, it’s a deal. Now go on and eat it."

Big Mac eyed the apple seeing how gross and disgusting it looked. A bet was a bet though. So he slowly and reluctantly picked the mushy zap apple and threw it into his mouth as quickly as possible. He groaned while munching on the disgusting zap apple. What was he thinking?! It tasted awful! 

Applejack snickered and burst into laughter as Big Mac grumbled. "There, are ya happy now, sis?!"

Applejack couldn't help but laugh. "Well, now  comes the best part. I heard from Granny Smith that rotten zap apples can have funny side effects."

Big Macintosh gulped. "Er, like what? It's not like I'm gonna shrink like you did when you walked into poison joke," He slowly began to shrink just as he spoke. 

Applejack burst into even more laughter. "Speak for yourself, Big Mac! Or should I say, Little Mac?!"

Big Mac whimpered as he shrunk to a chubby little colt, his belly bulging out as he whined. "Wha-what's happenin’?!" 
 
Applejack gasped in surprise! She’d been expecting a funny side effect but definitely not something like this. She whispered. "Oh my Celestia, Big Mac! You're a toddler!"

Big Mac whined as he tried to waddle away, but the mare quickly scooped up her baby brother and ran off as fast as she could. There was only one pony who she could think of that would know what to do.





Applejack was quite nervous as she stomped up and down in Twilight's castle. The alicorn was looking Big Mac over with her horn and sighed, "So, Applejack, how did Big Mac end up like this exactly?"

Applejack groaned as she rubbed a hoof down her face. "Ugh, it was just a dare! A really stupid dare! I dared Big Mac to eat a rotten zap apple. I had no idea it would turn him into a baby. I just thought it’d do somethin’ funny like make him talk in a high pitched voice."

Twilight got up and explained. "Well it seems that the magic won’t leave his body. We have to wait until he lets it all out after the zap apple’s been digested. That could take a while and seeing how young he is, I think Big Mac is probably going to need diapers."

The little colt shook his head and replied. "Nuh uh, no way! I'm not gonna wear a diapee. Haven’t worn ‘em since I was three and a half."

Applejack shook her head and snapped back. "You’re not doin’ your business all over the house, mister. You're stayin’ in diapers until we can figure this out, " She then scooped up the fussy colt who was kicking all about as she proclaimed. "Looks like I'm gonna need to go buy some foal supplies."





When Applejack came back from the grocery store, she brought everything into the living room. There was dozens of packages filled with all kinds of foal items: Including diapers, wipes, powder, and even a training potty.

Apple Bloom and Granny Smith were all with Applejack, as the little baby colt was sitting down. They dawwed and cooed at him.

Applejack explained. "From what Twilight said, he's only gonna be a baby until he’s digested the mushy zap apple and let it all out. So just watch him and let him use his diapers like a foal."

Granny Smith was quite frustrated. “Alright, Applejack. But you’re gonna change him whenever he does somethin’. I did warn ya about eatin’ bad zap apples."

Apple Bloom however was ecstatic and was bouncing around in excitement as she chirped. “Oh I can't wait! I’m gonna be a big sister! It's goin’ to be so much fun!"

Big Mac kicked about in his new, thick white diaper diaper as he whined. "Nuh uh, and I wana go potty in ta big colt toiwet."

Applejack shook her head and replied. "Sorry, Big Mac, I don't want you fallin’ into the toilet. Now go on and play with Apple Bloom while I finish the apple buckin'. I won’t be long."

Big Macintosh crossed his pudgy hooves across his chest and grumbled. "Ya owe me big time aftew tis."

Applejack just gave his head a pat and cooed. "Oh, just have fun and try to enjoy yourself. It's not everyday you get to be a baby again."

Applejack left the living room as Big Mac sighed, reluctantly starting to stack blocks on top of each other. 

Apple Bloom sat down next to him and asked. "So, ya wanna use the big potty?"

Big Mac nodded and babbled. "Yeah, I do. Is not faiw that Applejackie’s keeping me in diapees. She ta one who dawed me to eat tat stupid appwe! I stiww a big pony!"

Apple Bloom blushed and responded. "Well...I could at least try puttin’ you on the big potty and see what happens. If everythin’ goes well maybe we can get ya into pull-ups?"

Big Mac squeaked in joy. "That sounds wike a wot of fun!" He then waddled as fast possible and ran down the hall, wanting to use the big potty. 

As the two earth ponies entered the bathroom, Apple Bloom set her little brother down and helped pull down his diaper. She then placed him carefully on the toilet and stepped back as she instructed. "Okay, now go on and do your buisness."

The little colt sat there and tried to go, but was unable to. As much as he tried nothing happened. With a frown he stood up. Then he squealed, falling into the porcelain bowl as his diaper swelled up! But he was quickly pulled out from the water and set back down soaking wet. 

Applejack suddenly came in with an angry glare printed on her face. "What in the hay is goin on here?!"

Apple Bloom blushed as she responded. "I was just tryin ta get Big Mac on the toilet is all."

Applejack shook her head. "Ya should've talked to me about it first. He's way too young to be usin the big potty," She took Big Mac and started taping him up back in a diaper as she grumbled. "Look at you all soakin’ wet. Seriously, ya could've drowned or gotten flushed."

Apple Bloom rolled your eyes. "You’re being way too overprotective. He was older than you not too long ago, sis."

Applejack snapped back. "What does that have to do with anythin’? He's a baby now and we have to take care of him. And it’d be easier if you weren’t doin’ things like this with him,"She finished strapping him up in a fresh diaper and made sure he was freshly powdered. After that she placed him on her back. "Now, I'm gonna take Big Mac to work with me. That way I can keep him out of trouble."

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You’re so overprotective. He’s probably gonna be strapped into so many diapers he can barley move."

Applejack smiled and chirped. "That sounds like a great idea, sugarcube! That way he can't go wanderin’ off!"

Apple Bloom squeaked in fright. "I was just jokin’! Don't do that for real!"

But Applejack was already bounding to the living room and taking out a few fresh diapers. She started to strap them over the little red coated colt's underbelly until there were three diapers strapped around his rump. The colt whined and kicked, but could do nothing as Applejack finished strapping him up in his padded prison. She smirked. "There, now you’re protected from everythin’. Big sis’ll make sure you don’t get hurt."

Big Mac whined more and kicked about while shouting. "Sewiouswy?! I dun need thwee diapees! I can bawewy move!"

Applejack popped a pacifier into his mouth and mothered. "Oh hush, you’re too young to think for yourself. Just enjoy the experience."  

The little colt whined and fused as bobbed the pacifier up and down in his mouth. Applejack then took him onto her back and bounced down towards the apple orchard.





Applejack was now going about, bucking apple trees. And Big Macintosh was sitting down in his diaper while on a playmat with some colorful blocks and plushies. He was angry at Applejack not only for having him turned into a foal, but also treating him like a helpless little foal.

The little colt sat there, pouting the whole time and trying to think of a way to escape to try to use the potty again. 

Applejack did seem rather busy and he finally felt the urge to pee, but he looked down at the tabs where they met on a light green landing zone. This made him grumble upon seeing that his hooves were quite clumsy, unable to take ahold of the flat and slick plastic tabs that surrounded the first diaper. He cried out in frustration, sllammed a hoof to the ground and whined. “Tis is stupid! How I gonna pwove tat I a big cowt to Abbwejackie!”

He then spotted Apple Bloom through the trees, which made him smile as she bounced over to him. “Huh, it seems that Applejack has you in quite the padded prsion.”

Big Macintosh nodded. “Yeah, ya gots ta hewp me take off these diapees, pwease! I wana  pwove tat I a big cowt.”

The filly smirked, taking out the training potty and placing it down. “Well, no worries I brought the trainin’ potty. Since ya can’t go to the potty, I figured I’d bring the potty to you.”

Big Mac squealed in delight, waddling over and shaking his enomrmous padded behind about. Then suddenly he tripped and squeaked as he plopped onto his padded bottom. 

Apple Bloom blushed and helped the little red coated colt out of his diapered prision. She finished untaping four of the diapers and giggled upon seeing that one was soaked and he squeaked in surprise. 

Big Mac tried to place his hooves over the soggy diaper, but Apple Bloom gave it a pat making the padding squish as she cooed. "Maybe you’re too small to use the potty."

Big Mac grumbled under his breath and whined. "Nu-uh! Can ya just take ta diapee off?! I wana use ta potty!"

Apple Bloom sighed. "Alright, I guess." She stripped the sodden diaper from his rump and wiped his crotch down with foal wipes. Afterwards she hoisted the little colt onto the plastic potty, making him blush as he crossed his forelges over his front. Apple Bloom cooed. "So, are you goin’ to go potty?" The little colt groaned as he tinkled into the potty and Apple Bloom clapped her hooves in joy. "Yay! Ya did it, Big Mac!" 

Applejack, having heard the commotion, walked over with an angry glare on her face. "Seriously, Apple Bloom, ya defying me again?"

Apple Bloom snapped back. "Yeah, ‘cause it's not fair that ya’re doin’ this to Big Mac. See, he can go potty?"

But suddenly, as Big Mac peed his body shrank and he grew even more chubbier as he fell down onto his bottom!

Applejack gasped in horror, taking out threew new diapers, quickly powdering him up and strapped him in the fresh padding. "See, I told ya he's not ready for the potty. He couldv'e hurt himself!"

Apple Bloom snapped back. "You’re crazy! How could him shrinkin’ a few inches do anythin’?! Ugh!"

Applejack hugged Big Macintosh. "Well don't you see he’s a baby now that needs to be watched and care for at all times?"

Big Mac grumbled and kicked about, but was helpless against Applejack placing him on her back. 

Apple Bloom responded. "How about we let Big Mac choose instead of us: Diapers or the potty. We can put him through some tests to see if he is big enough. If he fails it’s back to diapers, but if he wins he can wear pull-ups and use the trainin’ potty."

Applejack nodded. "Fine, I agree. So what should we do for the first test?"

Apple Bloom smirked. "Oh, I have a fun idea!"





That afternoon, Big Mac looked at three sippy cups filled with apple cider. He was now wearing a standard blue pull-up for colts with the training potty on one side of the room. Applejack responded. "Alright now, Big Mac. You’re gonna drink that apple cider so you’ll need to pee. Then you’re gonna run to the trainin’ potty and we’ll see if you can make it in time. "

Big Mac groaned but did as Applejack instructed. He started to chug down the apple cider. After a few minutes of nonstop chugging he saw that he finished all three cups, and then he threw them aside, feeling the strong urge to go pee. He waddled to the training potty as fast possible. But squeaked as he started to pee and drenched his pull-up. He whimpered in embarrassment as he scrunched his legs together. "No way! Is not my fauwt!"

Applejack crossed her hooves. "Looks like I won, Apple Bloom."

Apple Bloom waddled over. "Hey, he still has two challenges left."

Big Mac groaned and slammed a hoof to his face as Applejack took off his pul-lup and started cleaning him up, changing him into three diapers. Applejack scoffed. "Well it's time for me to take you up on the challenge."

She then took the potty and placed it down the hall, then placed obstacles along the way and explained. "Now, I know ya didn't pee all that cider out. So now you’re gonna have to get through all of this in diapers and reach the potty again. Think you can make it?"

Big Mac growled as he scratched the floor and ran down the hall as fast as possible. He had to climb over the playpen and wade through all the plastic balls, then pull himself up. He landed on his padded bottom. The little colt then ran at a wall made of packages of diaper and burst through, squeaking as the diapers burst out, covering him in the padding. But he managed to poke his head out and clambered out. He got on the potty, threw his tiny hooves up and cried out. "Awight, did it! Now get tis diapee off!"

Apple Bloom helped remove the diapers and placed the little colt on the training potty and he tinkled with a big smile. 

Applejack growled as Apple Bloom smirked. "There, now he has one more challenge he needs to do to prove to ya he doesn't need diapers."





Big Mac was now back in in a single diaper strapped around his rump. Applejack stood over the two as she explained the final trial. "Now, he has to wear three diapers for this challenge. He can play and do whatever he wants. If he can tell me before he feels the urge then I'll put him on the potty and he loses a diaper. However, if he makes a mess or pees his diaper I’ll strap another diaper around his rump. If he goes higher then three, he loses.”

Apple Bloom smirked and shouted. "Oh yeah! You’re on, sis!"

Big Mac just sighed. "So...wha awe we gonna do untiw I have ta go?"

Apple Bloom pulled out a board game "How about we play this?"

After an hour of playing, Big Mac won the game. But he forgot about potty training and squeaked as Applejack checked his diaper with a hoof. "Looks like I'm winnin’." She changed him and put him in two new diapers. Applejack then placed the little colt in a highchair and spoon-fed him applesauce. 

After a while, Big Mac groaned as he tried to run to the potty. Apple Bloom skipped over, helped remove his diapers and helped him on the potty. The little colt grunted as he pooped in his training potty.

Apple Bloom cheered. "Yeah! There you go, Big Mac! You’re doin’ it!"

Big Mac blushed, not really sure what to say as he was taken off the potty, wiped down and was strapped back into a single diaper. He then was placed on a sleeping mat for a nap as the little colt was quite tired. 

Apple Bloom watched him, hoping she can warn him if he needed to go. But the colt peed during his nap. She shouted at Applejack. "It’s not his fault! Bedwettin’ doesn't count!"

Applejack shook her head. "It does, now he gets another diaper," She then changed him again and placed him into three diapers. "One more and I win."

Apple Bloom groaned and Big Mac was trying to calm himself as he stacked blocks. But he squeaked, feeling the pang to pee. He tried to run to the potty once more and by the time two diapers were taken off, he plopped onto the potty and peed. “See, I did it!" He cheered. But just then the magic exploded, and he was now an infant baby babbling incoherent gibberish. 





In her castle, Twilight looked at the babbling and adorable Big Mac (who was in five bulging, thick, white diapers). The princess blushed and explained. "Well it seems the zap apple is more or less out of his system. But um...it seems that he wants to stay as a baby. And the magic from the zap apple is still in his system, so he might be like this for a while."

Applejack dawwed. "Well that's alright. We did try to potty train him."

Twilight blushed and explained, "I bet he loved it so much that he wanted to go back to his childhood."

Applejack dawwed, taking of the little babbling colt and hugging him. "Well that's alright, he can be the baby of the family for a while.”
> The Royal Canterlot Flush (Princess Luna)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It wasn’t everyday that your little sister came back from the moon after a thousand years of imprisonment. And such an occasion warranted a rather joyous celebration, which was held in Ponyville during the annual Summer Sun Celebration.

All proceeded smoothly and as Celestia had hoped, until she brought Luna back to Canterlot. She tucked her sister into bed that night, seeing her as just a little filly and confident that she would return to her pre-banished state in time.

But the next morning, when Celestia came to check on her little sister she was in for quite a surprise. When she pulled back the bed sheets she no longer saw a little alicorn filly, or the fully grown mare she’d been expecting. Instead, she was greeted by the presence of a grayish blue coated alicorn foal, with moderate cyan eyes, and a very light blue wisp of a mane. Her cutie mark was still visible though.

“Luna?!” Celestia gasped in shock and surprise. She had not been expecting this at all.

The foal blinked briefly, then opened her mouth and started to babble. Surprisingly, she could actually be heard and understood. “Sissy?” She commented, shocked at how high pitched and squeaky her voice sound. “What hast happened? Why arst we so tiny? Was I a foal when thou tucked me into the bed chambers last night?”

A faint snicker could be heard coming from the elder alicorn, and she tried to block it up by throwing up a hoof. “Luna, you’re speaking in the Royal Canterlot voice. And you sound so adorable.”

“We arst not adorable!” The foal protested as she tried to stand up, only to lose her balance and fall down. “It is tradition to speak in the Royal Canterlot voice, to use the royal we and to use THIS MUCH VOLUME WHEN ADDRESSING OUR SUBJECTS!” The last part of her speech took on an echo, which made Celestia plug her ears.

When Celestia recovered from the ringing, she looked down at her now baby sister. “I do not know what has happened to you, Luna. Perhaps your thousand years of imprisonment have taken more of a toll on your body than I previously estimated. Clearly, we will need to make some adjustments to your lesson plans.”

Luna frowned. “Sister, surely thou does not intend to treat us as but a fondling. We shall surely return to normal within time, we shall not be in need of assistance.” But then suddenly the baby alicorn felt a wet sensation on her legs. Horrified, she looked down and saw an embarrassing damp spot on the bed!

Celestia tried to keep a straight face as she picked up her sister with her magic. “Well, little Lulu, I think we will need to get you some ‘protection’ at least. You cannot stain the bed sheets.”

“It shall not be a problem for us,” Luna protested as she was floated into her sister’s embrace. “Simply provide us with a chamber pot to call our own, and we shalt make use of it as necessary.”

The elder alicorn smiled. “Actually, Luna, there’s something much better than a chamber pot. In fact there are two somethings. A lot has changed in the thousand years you have been gone,” Then she looked at the damp patch on the bed. “But first, we need to get you cleaned up, and your sheets washed.”

“Sister, thou had better not hang our wet sheets out to dry! All of Canterlot shalt surely mock us!” The baby alicorn declared as her cheeks flushed red with shame. She could already imagine the mocking, humiliating headlines that would surely erupt.

“Not to worry, the advances of technology in the thousand years since your departure can also handle the sheets,” Celestia explained. “I’ll simply drop them off at the royal laundromat, and instruct all the maids not to say a word. In the meantime, I think we should adjourn to the bathroom.”

Luna smiled again. “Ah, the royal lavatory and bathing chambers! How generous of thou, sister! We shalt most enjoy a relaxing bath to rinse off our shame.”





But when Luna was brought into the castle bathroom, she was surprised to find that she did not recognize anything. The tub she remembered had been removed and replaced by one that now had some kind of nozzle hanging overhead. Several cabinets of unknown content lay all around. And most noticeable of all, the trench in which one did their business was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a massive, gleaming white bowl that had a seat almost in the shape of a horseshoe and a lid. A silver colored handle rested off to one side, and it was connected to a series of pipes that led down to the ground. Nearby was a small, wooden roll that had some kind of paper attached to it.

And near that gigantic bowl, was a smaller, plastic one. It was colored a dark blue and it looked like it was meant to be carried.

“Sister, what hast thou done?!” The foal cried out in shock. “Thou hast changed things!”

Celestia nodded. “I needed to upgrade. It’s a marvelous invention called indoor plumbing, and it’s very sanitary, far better than the smelly trench of old,” She proceeded to gesture a hoof to the small, plastic bowl. “This is called a potty. It is what many foals use to do their…” She paused, blushing as she coughed into a hoof. “Pee pees and poo poos, so to speak.”

“Ah, so it is like the chamber pots of old!” Luna fondly exclaimed. “How nice of thou to offer us such a service. How arst we to use it?”

“Well first, you need to be wiped clean of your earlier accident,” Celestia explained as she pulled a few of the paper objects off the roll, using them to wipe off Luna’s flanks and rump. “This is toilet paper, and it is what you use to clean yourself off instead of a sprayer. Some ponies also use wet wipes. You simply move the rolls of toilet paper back and forth to clean yourself up. Then you discard them into the toilet.”

“What is this ‘toilet’ thou speakest of?” Luna questioned.

The elder alicorn gestured a hoof over to the bigger bowl, the one attached to the set of pipes. “A toilet is what grown ponies use instead of potties,” She proceeded to dump the used rolls into the bowl. “When you are back to your normal size, I’ll teach you how to use it. But for now, focus on your potty.” She proceeded to scoot her baby sister over to the small, plastic bowl and sit her down.

“Now what?” Luna wondered.

The sun princess seemed to snicker. “Well, you just ‘go’ if you know what I mean. I promise, I won’t look. Just be sure to let me know when you’re done so I can clean you up.” She proceeded to turn her head and cover her eyes with a hoof, thus giving her sister privacy.





The night princess found it surprisingly easy to do what needed to be done in the potty, it was kind of like the chamber pots of old that she remembered from her time before her banishment. Though there was something about that toilet that still puzzled her, namely what that golden handle that was connected to the toilet tank was for. It obviously wasn’t like a trench, so it couldn’t be emptied out.

Oh well, she could find out soon. But first she had to get cleaned up, and unfortunately her small stature meant she could not hope to reach the toilet paper. And neither did she see any of those “wet wipes” her sister had mentioned. So with a blush she reluctantly stood up and declared. “Sister… we are finished. We request thy aid in… wiping.”

“Very well, Luna,” Celestia smiled. “Hold still, please.” She used her magic to pull off some more rolls of toilet paper and carefully cleaned her sister’s bottom. Then she dumped the used rolls into the toilet.

And Luna watched as her potty was picked up, floated over to the toilet, and its contents poured into it with a series of plops and splashes. She continued to watch as the gold flush handle was enveloped and forced down, producing a mighty roar! The roar ended a short time later and then Celestia set the potty back down.

A curious Luna tugged at her sister’s leg. “Sister, what was that great noise we just heard?”

“That was a flush. When you’re done using the toilet, that is how you get rid of everything,” Celestia explained to the best of her ability. “And since your potty does not flush, I had to empty it into something that did.”

The night princess became intrigued. “When thou does this… flush… where does it all go? And how does it work?”

The sun princess told her sister. “I’m not sure of the exact process, but I do know that everything that gets flushed down the toilet goes to the sewers. Some of it eventually goes to a water treatment plant. Just one pull of this handle and whatever is in the toilet bowl will go down the drain and into the pipes.”

"May we observe how this flush works?” Luna innocently asked her older sister.

Celestia, suspecting nothing, obliged. “Sure, Luna. After all, someday you’ll have to use the toilet,” She picked up her sister with her magic, carefully placing her on the toilet seat. 

Then Luna peered down into the toilet bowl, gazing at the smooth waters that were almost like a mirror. She also saw that there was a hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl. “Now, to make the toilet flush, you must pull down the flush handle.” Celestia instructed. 

Luna nodded and she slowly but carefully made her way over to the golden flush handle and was able to jump up and hold on to it. It was a lot harder then she thought but she was able to pull it down. Just like before Luna heard the toilet roar as it started to flush once again. Luna looked down into the toilet bowl again. This time she could see the water in the toilet bowl was higher and was spinning around and around due to some jets of water that were rinsing all the edges. Then all the water swirled down into the hole at the bottom of the toilet bow,l before it refilled back up to its normal level.

It was then that Luna got an idea. A rather mischievous one at that, and one that was sure to give her sister a good scare. Celestia was so busy washing her hooves that she forgot to pay attention to her sister! 

Luna was able to pull the golden flush handle again making the toilet flush once more. Then judging her moment carefully, she released her grip on the golden flush handle. As soon as she landed on the toilet seat, Luna jumped into the toilet bowl! She was quickly swept up by the rapidly draining, spinning waters of the toilet bowl!

Celestia had just finished washing her hooves when she heard the toilet flushing yet again follow by a splash coming from it. She turned her head over to the toilet and saw her sister was spinning around and around in the toilet bowl! “Luna!” She cried in panic as she lit up her horn and tried to pull her sister out of the toilet bowl!

Luna simply grunted, lighting up her horn and using what magic she could muster up to break free of her sister’s hold.

“This is payback for our banishment!” She declared as she dropped back into the toilet bowl, and before Celestia could even try to grab her again, Luna disappeared down the drain! 

The toilet refilled with no sign of the young alicorn! A panic stricken Celestia dashed out of the castle bathroom a second later! “Hang on, Luna, I’ll save you!” She declared, making a beeline for the nearest pony hole cover.
> A Pot of Silver (Silver Spoon)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was always a special occasion for Silver Spoon when her best (and only) friend in the world, Diamond Tiara, came over for one of their gal pal sleepovers. The two rich fillies even had their own secret little greeting that they fondly exchanged, while their parents got everything set up in Silver Spoon’s bedroom.

“Bump! Bump! Sugar-lump, rump!” They had come up with it a few months back to celebrate their mutual freedom from diapers. And they were now engaged in their first real discussion of such matters since, as part of a conversation regarding their forthcoming attendance at the Ponyville Schoolhouse.

“I wonder, will they have throne toilets like my house, or ground ones like yours Silvy?” Diamond Tiara enquired.

Silver leaned in conspiratorially. “I talked to Feather Duster, her little brother goes there, and she told me they don’t even have proper toilets! Just a long trench in a shed!”

Diamond hissed in shock, but then thought for a moment. “That kind of sounds like yours. Well, apart from the shed bit.”

“No, it’s completely different!” Silver Spoon protested in a scandalised voice. “Our toilet is made of porcelain and has a flush just like yours, only the shape is different. And at least I can use it without needing a servant to lift me up!”

“Hey, I’ll be able to climb up on my own once I grow a little!” Diamond protested as she picked a sugary snack from a nearby plate. “And at least I was out of pull-ups before you were!”

“Only by like two weeks.” Silver muttered.

“Anyway,” Diamond continued, chewing on the candy. “If the school toilet is not like yours or mine then what is it like?

The brief spat over, Silver returned to a tone of voice like she was telling a scary story. “Well for starters there’s no flush,” Seeing her friend’s horrified gasp at this idea the filly continued, leaning in. “Feather said the break’s so short that there’s usually other ponies tinkling right next to you, or worse. She also said there’s only a wall between the colts’ and fillies’ sides, but nothing else.” Silver’s voice had become almost a whisper.

Diamond Tiara took a moment to suppress her disgust. “Well if she heard it from her brother, perhaps it’s only like that on the boy’s side? You know how colts are…”

Silver shook her head. “She said it was the same when she was in school, years back.”

Diamond shook her head. “Well I suppose it makes kind of sense, Mama says that most ponies just have holes in the ground at home. I bet most of the students wouldn’t know what to do with a proper toilet if they saw one. But still we shouldn’t have to put up with it! I’ll have to speak to Daddy-“
 
But before she could lay out her plan for getting her father to upgrade the school sanitary facilities in detail, Diamond was distracted by more immediate problems – namely an ominous gurgle from, and subsequent clenching of, her stomach. It seemed that she had somewhat overindulged on the plate of sweet treats, or perhaps it was the large lunch she had eaten earlier? In any case, what mattered now was an urgent dash to the nearest bathroom, which Diamond Tiara remembered with a sinking feeling (which her stomach really didn’t need right now), was on the ground floor and practically the other side of the palatial house.

Silver Spoon noticed her friend’s distressed expression. “What’s wrong, Di? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine!” The pink coated filly reflexively responded, even at her young age her mother had taught her never to show weakness. “Er, speaking of toilets... you wouldn’t happen to have an upstairs one like at my house?” She wasn’t very hopeful, she had only ever seen the downstairs one but she wasn’t quite sure what else to do except run for it (which would be rather undignified).

“No, sorry.” Silver shook her head. “Wait, do you need to go?!”

“Of course no-” Diamond’s denial was cut off by an audible stomach gurgle, leading her to amend it to “Kind of? But I’ll just go downstairs now-“ It seemed that her seated position had been partially calming her belly though, because the moment she stood up and tried to walk, the pressure on her bowels worsened dramatically to the point it took all her willpower not to just soil the expensively carpeted floor. Such a disgrace would be unacceptable for a fully trained filly like herself. And yet at the moment, the downstairs lavatory seemed like it might as well be on the other side of Ponyville.

Silver Spoon could also see that Diamond wasn’t going to make it, and knew that it was her responsibility as both a friend and a host to help her avoid disgrace, even if it meant embarrassing herself a bit. “Wait, Di! You need to go right now, don’t you?”

Diamond Tiara turned. “Yeah, so I don’t have time to wait!”

“No, I mean, I have something... just hold on a sec!” Silver Spoon vanished under her bed, only her rump and tail protruding from the lavish sheets that fell over it to the floor.

Diamond Tiara wondered what her friend might mean, some diapers she wore at night-time, perhaps? Even if she accepted the indignity of a reversal in her training as better than the alternative, it would surely take as long to put them on as it would take her to reach the downstairs bathroom, and her gut really didn’t feel like it was going to give her even another minute.

Tiara was about to make a break for it anyway when Silver emerged from under the bed pulling out- “Is that a flower pot?'

“No,” Silver shook her head. “It’s a chamber pot, a kind of potty. You’d better hurry!”

Diamond looked at the finely made bowl for a few more seconds,it really didn’t bear much resemblance to the plastic potty she had used in her training. But another gurgle from her stomach warned that she was reaching her limits. Seeing a lack of better options, she quickly ran over to the thing and straddled it, then stopped holding her body back.





The next minute didn’t feel very good for Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon thankfully didn’t try to say anything. By the end though, Diamond’s emptied-out gut was starting to feel better even though she remained seated on the pot for the moment just in case. She resumed the conversation with a simple. “Thank you, Silvy.”

“You’re welcome.” The other filly looked a bit bashful, though, and one of the other lessons Diamond Tiara had picked up from her mother was to always try and learn others’ weaknesses.

“So, are you not actually trained properly yet? Because it’s ok, we can’t all be me”. The filly boasted in a way that seemed to completely ignore her current situation.

“I’m trained!” Silver Spoon said defensively. “But the toilet’s a long way away, especially at night. So why not use it? It doesn’t smell under the bed, and the maids empty it in the morning.”

Diamond Tiara contemplated this, and found that it did fit with her ideas of how much effort should be expected of her as opposed to servants. “A decent idea, much better than wearing diapers at night,” (Which she still did, but had no intention of Silver finding out about). “Perhaps I’ll ask Daddy to get me one like this too, it’s much prettier than my training one.”

Silver Spoon giggled. “He won’t be able to buy one like that!”

Now it was Diamond’s turn to be defensive. “Are you saying my Daddy can’t buy anything he wants?” That being more or less the fundamental principle of her worldview, she disliked it being called into question.

“Maybe,” Silver Spoon answered with a grin. “But he can’t buy one like that because it’s the only one of its kind. Mama said so.”

“Don’t be silly, where did she get it? Even if it’s hoof-made, I’m sure my Daddy could have them make a new one,or a better one.” Diamond demanded.

“She got it from her mama.” Silver explained.

“Well, where did she get it?” Diamond questioned.

“From her mama.” Silver added with a knowing wink.

“And let me guess, she got it from her mama too?” Diamond said with all the biting sarcasm a five-year-old could deliver.

“Yep,” Silver agreed, much more sincerely. “Mama says it’s been passed down in our family since the days when common ponies still did their business in the street.” The last part was said in an approximation of her mother’s voice.

Diamond considered this for a moment. “But common ponies still do their business in the street, it’s why Daddy’s special, because he has a proper store indoors.” In fact, Ponyville had as many indoor emporiums as it did market stalls and Barnyard Bargains stood out for selling a broad variety of products, but the indoors part stood out more to a preschool filly.

“Yeah, I don’t quite get what that means either,” Silver admitted. “But it has been in the family for a really long time, like, back when Mama’s side were unicorns! She said it was first made for…
 
“…Silver Gleam, the young Lady of Acacia Grove. She passed it down to her eldest daughter,and her daughter to her firstborn, and so on until my own mother passed it to me when I was your age. And now, it is time for it to be yours.” Silver Standard finished.

Two year old Silver Spoon didn’t quite know what she was supposed to say to that, so she just nodded. Perhaps this was a present, like for her birthday last month? It was certainly pretty: A bowl of white shiny rock with a bright rim of polished silver, and a mouth-handle. Maybe she could keep some of her toys in it?

“Are you ready to try it out right away?” Her mother asked.

Silver Spoon nodded again, she was sure she could figure out something to do with it. If nothing else it could just be a “display piece,'' as her mother called some of the vases and such in the entrance hall.

“Well then, let’s not delay,” The thirty something year old mare declared, whose colours were a near-perfect reversal of her daughter’s, a shiny silver coat and a darker grey mane. “I have to be back in my office in an hour.”

Silver Spoon knew Mama had an important job at the Ponyville Bank, even if she wasn’t quite sure what it was. But she definitely didn’t want to waste the precious time they had, so she stepped forwards to grab the pretty pot’s handle with her mouth.

Before she could get a hold of it, however, her Mama grabbed her, holding her in place with her hooves while she removed her diaper for some reason. Silver Spoon was confused: She was still clean and dry, and the pot looked way too small to be some kind of miniature bathtub. “Er… Mama?”

“What, my little bit?” Silver Standard asked as she lifted her daughter up and placed her on the pot, carefully making sure her tail dangled over the edge.

“What you doing?” Not that Silver Spoon hadn’t considered “seat” as one of the item’s possible uses, but she would have turned it the other way up first. And she had no idea why her diaper had been removed.

“Why, helping you up of course. Oh, did you want to get up yourself? Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances in the future,” Her mother explained without actually making things any clearer. “Now, whenever you’re ready, little bit.”

Now Silver Spoon was a little worried. It was like one of those times when she showed off her skills to Mama, except she had no idea what she was meant to be doing. Or why her diaper was off, or what this strange pot that she didn’t quite fit snugly on was for.

She sat there for a little bit, hoping that these things would somehow become clear on their own, but after nearly a minute of Mama just watching expectantly, she felt the need to say something. “Um… ready for what”

“To use it, of course!” Silver Standard proudly proclaimed.

“Right,” Silver Spoon blinked. There was definitely something she was missing here, and as much she might not like to admit ignorance it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t want to get yelled at for doing something wrong “And… how do I do that?”

Silver Standard just laughed for a moment. “Now this isn’t the time for joking, little bit. But then she seemed to notice her daughter’s look of genuine incomprehension. “Unless… you’re not joking? You really don’t know what this is for?”

The filly racked her small brain for anything she’d missed in her mother’s description of the pot. “It for… passing down?” And then when that didn’t seem quite sufficient. “And… being pwetty, wike all the stuff I not supposed to touch.” In which case she wondered, why did her mother seem to want her to touch this one and with her uncovered backside at that?

“Well yes,” Silver Standard agreed after a moment’s consideration. “It is indeed both an heirloom and a work of art. But there is a practical use to it as well, one which makes touching it a must. Have you really not seen anything like it?”

Silver Spoon shook her head silently, and then added a “No, Mama.” just to be sure.

“Well,” The mare sighed “I guess I was putting the cart before the horse there, so to speak. You’re such a bright little filly, I just assumed… But nevermind. I’ll just have to teach you.”

Silver Spoon was disappointed she hadn’t matched up to Mama’s high standards. But she was also quite curious as to what she was apparently supposed to have known. Interrupting Mama was a no-no though, so she waited patiently while her mother considered how best to explain.

Eventually, she settled on an approach. “You know that you’re going to grow up into a big pony like Mama someday, right?”

Silver Spoon nodded, Mama mentioned this fairly often and she was bigger than she used to be. Even so growing to Mama’s size seemed unlikely, but if Mama said it, it had to be true, right?

“Well, there’s another side to that coin, isn’t there? All of us big ponies used to be little foals like you!” Silver Standard went on explaining.

That was a revelation, she sort of figured Mama might have been that way, what with all that talk of passing down, but all big ponies? “Even Papa? And the servants? And Uncle Argent?”

Her mother nodded. “Yes, little bit, all of us. I kind of remember Argent when he was your age, though he was a lot more annoying. But never mind that,” Silver Standard said, moving on quickly. “The point is, even though we were once foals like you there’s more differences between us than just size, right?”

Silver thought about it for a moment, then realized. “Picture!” She pointed to the image of a “banking ledger” (whatever that was) on Mama’s flank. Mama had said she would get her own when she was older, was that why her diaper was off? But then, what did the pot have to do with that?

“Yes, we grown-up ponies have cutie marks,” Silver Standard nodded. “But that’s still some way off for you. What I’m talking about is another difference in that vicinity, none of us wear diapers, do we?”

“No, they don’t.” Silver Spoon thought. Grown-ups wore all kinds of things, from the servant’s uniforms to Papa’s apron, but their rear ends were always bare. In fact, the only ponies she had seen wearing diapers were foals her own age or younger. But in that case… “So ya don’t tinkle?” She wondered.

Silver Standard laughed at her daughter’s response. “Oh I still do, even if you’ve never seen me do it. It’s just that I don’t need diapers when I do my…” She coughed into a hoof. “Business.”

“Mama tinkle at work?” Silver Spoon questioned, her mom was still making no sense at all.

“Sometimes, but most times not,” Silver Standard explained, finally deciding to stop beating around the bush. Her efforts to try and nudge her daughter toward the pot’s intended function were going nowhere. “Basically, this is what grown ponies use to answer nature’s call instead of a diaper. Well, most grown ponies anyway. Some prefer a more ‘revolutionary’ approach for some reason.”

“Give up diapees?” Silver Spoon blinked. Truth be told, she had come to resent the way they limited her movement and seemed to slow her down. But the idea of having to leave them behind all together was strange and frightening. What would she do if she didn’t have the comfort of them to protect her in case of accidents? Having one in public without a diaper on would cause her social standing to plummet.

“Only around the house,” Silver Standard explained. “Once we’re certain you can manage, you’ll be able to wear these,” She presented a box of what looked like diapers, only not as thick and full of colorful designs. “These are the newest invention in foal care, they are known as pull-ups. And everypony who’s potty trained wears them, at least until they're old enough to know when they have to go.”

“But me have to give up diapees to wear them?” Silver Spoon blinked again.

Silver Standard smiled. “Correct. Not to worry, you’ll soon love pull-ups so much you won’t ever want to go back to diapers. Besides, now you look just like a princess on her throne. Like Celestia herself.”

“How long me have to sit on tis?” Silver Spoon asked her mom as her rump remained planted on the chamber pot.

“Until you have to go, or until I’ve decided that enough time has passed. Perhaps I shall instruct one of the hired help to fetch you some books?” Silver Standard suggested to her daughter. “I find it helps if one has something to occupy them when they are on the pot.”

But Silver Spoon just got up and grumbled. “Dun need to go. Me don’t wanna use chamber pot. It boring.”

“Yes, I know it’s boring, but it’s something everypony has to use eventually.” Silver Standard explained.

“Even you and Papa.?” Silver Spoon questioned.

Silver Standard reluctantly replied as her expression started to shift ever so slightly. “Well… not quite. Grown-ups like your father and I use something… a little more modern. It’s called a flush lavatory, and your father insisted on having one installed when he married me.” 

“Tat what makes tose funny sounds fwom the bathwoom?” Silver Spoon asked her mom. Every so often when passing by the aforementioned place, the little filly’s ears would pick up what sounded like a faint and distant roar. And for a while now she had wondered what could’ve made such a noise.

“Yes. Though if you want to know more about how such a… device works,” Silver Standard remarked as her face seemed to morph into a grimace. “Ask your father.”





Greasy Spoon was more than delighted to explain the flush lavatory to his daughter. He even took the liberty of bringing his daughter into the bathroom so that she could see the aforementioned plumbing fixture.

It was like an elevated trench made of porcelain, connected to a series of metal pipes in the ground. Off to the left hoof side rested some kind of nozzle, and in front of it stood what looked like a colored tile of some sort.

Greasy Spoon explained. “This flush lavatory is pretty simple. You just stand over the opening, and let nature do the rest. After that you wipe yourself with the sprayer,” He gestured to the nozzle. “Make sure to get every trace of your,” He coughed into a hoof. “‘Business’ removed. And then you step on this,” He pressed a pedal, causing a loud roar to be heard. “And everything you’ve done gets flushed away. Then you just wash your hooves and you’re done. No mess, no fuss.”

“So, me use that instead of chamber pot?” Silver Spoon hopefully inquired.

Greasy nodded his head and seemed to laugh. “Yup. Far less of a hassle, wouldn’t you agree? And far more civilized too.” In his mind he was thinking. “And if you think it’s great now, just wait until I upgrade to the throne model.”

The little filly looked at the flush lavatory, an odd mix of amusement and confusion reflected in her eyes. “Can… can me try it?” She asked her father.

“Why certainly, let me help you get into position,” Greasy instructed. “You need to make sure your diaper’s off first, can’t use the lavatory with it on,” Like with his wife when she had attempted to pot train Silver Spoon, Greasy pulled down the undergarment and tossed it aside without fanfare. “Now just back up until you’re standing over the opening. Then make sure to lift your tail so it doesn’t get in the way. And after that it’s elementary!”

The little earth pony tried to follow her father’s instructions as best she could. A little bit of clumsy waddling ensued before she was certain she was in position more or less. The tiled floor of the lavatory didn’t exactly feel inviting on her hooves. Still, she lifted her tail as instructed. Then she just stood there, waiting.

Minutes passed but nothing happened. “How long me have to stand?” She inquired to Greasy.

“As long as you need to. You certainly can’t leave the lavatory without using it, unless you wanna go back to diapers. Which you can’t.” Greasy declared as his voice took on a slight hint of stern authority.

Silver Spoon looked down at the porcelain trench. She didn’t see anything. But it had to have been several minutes, because her hooves were starting to get sore. And her tail ached from having to be lifted up for such a long period of time. It seemed like a lot of unnecessary effort just to use this fancy contraption.

And as a little one’s mind tends to do, the little filly’s thoughts started to wander. True, sitting on her chamber pot hadn’t been the greatest experience either. But compared to what she had to do now it seemed like far less of a hassle. And her mom had seemed positively thrilled with it, even offering her those pull-ups. Her dad had yet to make such an offer.

Much as the young earth pony wished she didn’t have to choose either one for the time being, if she had to pick one and only one the chamber pot seemed like the lesser of two evils. “Papa, me wanna use chamber pot.” She declared as she lowered her tail and trotted away from the trench.

“Really? You wanna train on that outdated thing? You’ll have to empty it into here when you’re done you know,” Greasy Spoon commented as it was now his turn to look disappointed. “Why not cut out the middle mare and go straight to where your waste will end up anyway?”

“Me can use chamber pot anywhere!” Silver Spoon insisted. “No need to stand wike with wavatowy.”

Greasy reluctantly relented. “Fine, have it your way. But you’re gonna have to be retrained on this flush lavatory eventually, I hope you realize that.”

“Dun care.” Silver Spoon replied with a giggle. That was a long way off as far as she was concerned.





"So, you potty trained with this and then your dad made you retrain with the flush lavatory?” Diamond questioned her best friend in the present day.

Silver Spoon nodded her head. “Yeah. It was definitely not as bad then as it was when I was a little filly. I just hope that the throne model isn’t too much of an upgrade, or I’ll have to learn all over again.”

Diamond grinned and boasted. “Oh, it’s way better than a flush lavatory. Trust me! You get to actually sit on a throne, like a princess! Though I still need the help of servants to get on and off it because it’s so big. But that’s okay, it all but flushes by itself, though Mother says you have to be careful not to fall in for whatever reason.”

“Well, knowing my dad and how your mom thinks, it’s probably not gonna be too much longer before we get that new throne lavatory,” Silver Spoon commented. “So I guess I’ll just have to see for myself what it’s like.”

Tiara nodded, then turned her matter to a more pressing subject. “How exactly am I gonna get cleaned up? I couldn’t make it to the potty, so I can’t use toilet paper. Plus, I don’t think Mother will be very happy to know I used something so old fashioned.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you.” Silver grinned.

Just then, a middle aged pegasus mare came trotting into the room. She had a coat of dull brown, gray locks for a mane and tail, and a cutie mark depicting a broom sweeping away dust, as well as light blue eyes. “Is everything alright in here?” She asked her young charges. “I thought I heard noises.”

Diamond froze right on the spot, afraid of being found out! Fortunately she needn’t have worried, Silver Spoon had everything covered. “I had to use my chamber pot, Feather Duster,” She told the maid. “And I was just explaining to my friend how it works and why I have it."

“Ah, I see, all is well then,” Feather Duster commented. “I take it you don’t need help wiping then?”

Silver Spoon shook her head. “Just bring the wipes and I’ll take care of it myself. After all, I’ll have to do it on my own when I’m in school.”

Feather Duster nodded her head. “Very well then. I shall retrieve the wipes and leave you to take care of ‘business’ so to speak. Just be sure to dispose of the wipes properly when you’re finished.” Then she turned and trotted out of the bedroom.

Silver waited until the room was again void of grown-ups, before she flashed a knowing grin to Diamond Tiara. Her best friend’s secret was safe.
> Year of the Potty (Starlight Glimmer)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A young Starlight Glimmer sucked on her hoof, clutching her cherished teddy bear in the other hoof as she stood on the floor of her house and right outside the door of the bathroom. Her father, Firelight, had told her that today was the start of something big for her. A development that she would remember for years to come.

The little unicorn didn’t know what that meant, nor did she care. The bathroom was a place that was both exciting and scary to her. Exciting because there were so many strange devices that she had never seen anywhere else and because it seemed to be where her father was if he wasn’t tending to her or at work (which was surprisingly often. She had never seen her mother and was often left in the care of Stellar Flare, the mother of the only foal she knew besides herself, Sunburst). Scary because it made some rather strange, loud sounds that to her young mind were the sounds of monsters.

But her dad always said there was no such thing as monsters and her dad was always right. So Starlight assumed that the noises were not monsters, though what they were she didn’t know.

Firelight looked down at his toddler daughter. He’d been putting off this important process for a long time even though he knew he’d have to make an attempt sooner or later. Stellar Flare had pretty much nagged at him nonstop to start it. And after a lot of resistance he had reluctantly conceded. The time had come for his daughter to graduate from diapers.

Standing outside the bathroom door, Firelight took a deep breath to steady his nerves before he spoke. “Starlight, you’re getting to be a big girl now. Almost three years old.”

“Me know, Daddy!” Starlight happily replied. “Me can walk, talk, and count to five.”

Firelight felt a tug at his heart strings as he heard his daughter’s sweet voice. “I hope she doesn’t hate me for this. But I can’t avoid it forever. If I don’t start the process soon, she’ll never get out of diapers.” He thought and tried not to look guilty. As much as he might like that for his precious little daughter, he knew it would not look good to do so. Neighbors would take notice and start to ask questions, his daughter would grow up teased and bullied for still being in the padded undergarments after everypony around her no longer needed them. Like it or not, he had to get her out of them.

And that meant it was time to teach her how grown ponies answered nature’s call. “Yes, honey bun. You’re very smart for your age,” Firelight declared as he stroked his daughter’s mane with a hoof. “Which is why I think it’s time that you started learning how to use…” He paused in his speech briefly to open the bathroom door and usher his daughter inside, gesturing to the toilet. “The big girl potty.”

Starlight blinked, eyeing the massive white bowl shaped object. She had briefly glanced at it before but had never given it a second thought. Now, however, she had a vague idea of what it was. And apparently she was expected to use it and not her diapers. Something that didn’t sit well at all with the little filly, especially considering how big it looked. It seemed to tower over her and just looking at it unnerved her. “Me have to use that?” She asked her father as she hoped he was joking.

He wasn’t. “Of course, honey bun. Everypony uses it sooner or later,” Firelight explained. “Even mommies and daddies. I know it looks big and scary, but I assure you the potty can’t hurt you. I promise.”

Starlight reluctantly waddled closer to the toilet, standing near the bowl and peering all around. She didn’t really wanna look up at it. In fact, the more she looked at it the more she was sure she wanted nothing to do with the porcelain contraption. “No use potty! Potty stupid!” The filly remarked as she stuck out her tongue. Diapers were far more preferable, they were less of a hassle to use and a much safer option as far as the little unicorn was concerned.

She tried to make a break from the bathroom and run away, but she didn’t get far before her dad lit up his horn and pulled her close to him with his magic. “Slow down, honey bun. You don’t think you’re gonna go away that easily, do you?” He proceeded to coax his daughter back towards the toilet. “You don’t really wanna be in diapers forever, do you?”

“Uh-huh, me wanna stay in diapees!” Starlight declared even as she was powerless to resist her father’s superior magical abilities.

Firelight chuckled at this juvenile act of defiance. He remembered going through the same thing with his parents when he was Starlight’s age (though back when he was growing up they didn’t have flush toilets like the throne one his wife had installed). “Come on, sweet pea. There’s nothing to be scared of. Using the potty can be fun, and just think of all the freedom you’ll have once you’re out of diapers,” When his daughter was before the toilet again he cleared his throat. “Now here’s how it works. It’s easy. All you need do is take off your diaper, sit down right here,” He put a hoof on the curved toilet seat. “And then you just…” He paused in his explanation as the stallion realized some details probably weren’t worth discussing with a toddler.

Starlight seemed to get what her father was implying though. She was a pretty smart three year old, after all. Putting two and two together she understood what was going to be expected of her if she used this “potty”. “Ew, yuck!” She gagged. Why would anypony want to do such a thing? Far more effort than just going in a diaper, and far more smelly (at least that’s what she thought).

Firelight blushed. “Yes, I know it’s not exactly the most appealing thing in the world, but everypony does it. And Daddy’s getting tired of changing your dirty diapers, which is why he’s teaching you about the potty,” He coughed into a hoof. “So anyway after you’ve er… done your business, you just clean up by using some toilet paper,” He pulled a couple of rolls of the aforementioned paper from a holder nearby. “Just use them the same way Daddy uses wipes to clean you up when he changes your diapers. Then you put the used rolls in the potty, and then you flush. Just like this.” He surrounded a gleaming silver handle that rested on the tank to the right hoof side of the toilet and pulled it down.

A mighty roar rang out as the water in the toilet bowl spun around and around and went down the drain and refilled. A frightened Starlight ran and hid behind her dad’s legs for comfort! “Too loud!” She whined.

“I know it’s loud. It’s okay, you’ll get used to it.” Firelight tried to reassure his frightened daughter.

But Starlight bolted and tried to run away again! The results were the same as last time though, a glow of her father’s horn and she was stopped right in her tracks.

“Come on, sweetie. Why don’t you give it a try?” Firelight encouraged his daughter, floating her close to the handle. “Go ahead and flush the potty.”

“Nu-uh, no wanna flush. Too loud!” Starlight whined in protest.

Firelight gently coaxed his daughter. “Come on? Just this once, for Daddy?” He proceeded to break out the best pair of pleading, puppy dog eyes he could manage under the circumstances.

Try as she might, Starlight wasn’t able to resist that look. If one flush would satisfy her dad she would reluctantly do it. She pushed down the handle with her tiny hooves, and the roar was heard once again! However, as she was now hovering directly over the toilet bowl, the little filly’s eyes were drawn to something that she hadn’t been able to see before. The water in the toilet bowl was swirling, spinning around. Then it all suddenly swirled down the drain, disappearing. “Water go down da hole!” She exclaimed with amazement.

“Yes, and look, sweetie!” Firelight encouraged.

Starlight did so, seeing the water slowly fill up the toilet bowl from the bottom. “Water came back!” She giggled and gurgled, promptly chanting over and over again. “Water go down da hole! Water came back!”

Firelight set his eager foal on the floor next to the toilet. The little demonstration had worked better than he could’ve hoped for. “See, the potty’s great, isn’t it?” He asked his daughter who nodded. “Well, good. Now that you like it how about we-” But his sentence was cut off as he heard a knock at the front door. “Oh, who could that be?” He wondered aloud, before he looked at his excited young daughter. “What do you think, sweetie? Do you want to try and use the big girl potty all on your own?”

“Uh-huh!” Starlight happily nodded.

“Okay then, honey-bun. Just come get me if you need help. Remember to use the toilet paper, and be sure to take off your diaper before you use the potty.” Firelight instructed and left the bathroom, leaving his daughter unattended.





Now alone in the bathroom, Starlight turned her attention back to the toilet. She grinned. “Flush the potty!” She said to herself and surrounded the handle with her magic. It took a great deal of effort but she was able to pull the handle down, producing the loud roar that signaled the start of the flush cycle. “Water go down da hole! Water came back!” She declared without even looking inside the toilet bowl.

But just flushing the toilet with nothing in it seemed boring. The little filly quickly found a way to resolve that, however. Her dad had said to “use” the toilet paper. And since using it meant putting it in the toilet to flush, she decided that was what she would do. She pulled a few rolls off and dropped them into the toilet bowl with her magic. “Toiwet pater go down da hole!” The foal declared as she pulled the toilet handle with her magic. “Toiwet pater came back!” She cheered without looking into the toilet bowl to see if she was right. Eventually she decided to do so, but after scrambling up onto the toilet seat she saw that the toilet paper had vanished, it had not come back with the water. “Toiwet pater? Where toiwet pater go?” She wondered aloud. The foal inspected every aspect of the toilet to find an answer, but she couldn’t find anything. It seemed that when the toilet flushed, the toilet paper had for whatever reason not returned.

However that did not bother the young unicorn, it was just toilet paper and there was still plenty of it. But what else could the toilet make disappear? An idea quickly came to the young one’s mind as she looked down at her diaper. Her father had said she wouldn’t need it now that she was supposed to use the potty. So why not get rid of it for her father?

A series of shimmies caused the thick padding to drop to the foal’s knees, and she kicked it off and placed it into the toilet bowl. “Diapee go down da hole!” She declared, before pushing down the handle again. This time she watched as her padding (swelled up with toilet water) swirled around in the rapidly draining waters, then disappeared down the drain. The water refilled a moment later, but her diaper was gone.

Starlight was thrilled! How had she not known about such a wonderful thing before?! It was the perfect disposal device, great for getting rid of anything she wanted! And if her diaper could fit down it, well there was no stopping her from finding out what else she could flush. She hopped down from the toilet seat, picking up her teddy bear from where she had left it resting on the tiled floor. “Teddy go down da hole!” She declared, tossing the stuffed animal into the toilet and flushed it. Then she watched her teddy bear spin around and around. “Teddy go bye bye!” She added, as her teddy bear disappeared down the drain. Next, she grabbed a rubber ducky from the edge of the bathtub and threw it into the toilet bowl. “Rubber ducky go down da hole! Bye bye, ducky!” She declared, flushing the toilet and watching as the rubber duck squeaked and rapidly plunged down the drain. Then the foal grabbed a toy boat, and flushed it down the toilet as well. “Boat go down da hole! Bye bye!” She waved to the bath toy as it too was sucked down the drain.





But after the boat had been flushed the toilet suddenly made a strange gurgling sound. Without warning the water rose beyond its normal level, spilling out of the toilet bowl and onto the floor. Starlight was puzzled by this and jiggled the handle, trying to get the toilet to flush. But it wouldn’t, it seemed like something was preventing it from doing so.

“Potty sick!” Starlight gasped with fright! “Me gotta make potty feel better!” She didn’t want to hop down onto the wet floor though, it looked slippery.

Suddenly, the foal noticed something sticking up in the overflowing toilet bowl. Immediately her eyes fell upon the toy boat that she had just been flushed. She carefully waddled close and pulled it out. “Boat came back!” She happily cheered, tossing it aside. But the water didn’t retreat, the toilet was still overflowing. Something else was causing the blockage.

The little unicorn soon noticed the rubber ducky from earlier, and like with the toy bot she pulled it out while declaring. “Rubber ducky came back!” The water level didn’t decrease though, the toilet was still overflowing. So the rubber ducky wasn’t the cause of the blockage. And neither was the next object the foal retrieved from the toilet bowl, her teddy bear. “Teddy came back! Teddy not go bye bye!” She cheered, now regretting her decision to flush it. She put it on the ground next to the toy boat and the rubber ducky.

Still the toilet refused to flush, the water in the toilet bowl continued to overflow. But Starlight couldn’t see anything else inside the toilet bowl that could be blocking it. So what was wrong?

As the foal thought and thought about this, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. It appeared to be resting way down in the toilet bowl though and there was no way she could hope to pull it out with her hooves. She tried to grab at the object with her magic, but alas her earlier flushing spree had depleted every last ounce of magical energy she had in her horn. So there was only one thing to do to fix the toilet. Without even thinking for a moment, Starlight jumped into the toilet bowl where she landed with a splash. It was just water, she’d be okay.

The little filly spotted the obstruction directly below her, she took a deep breath and dove down as best as she could to grab it. A couple of tugs was all it took to fish out the object, her diaper now thoroughly soaked with toilet water. “Diapee, ya came back!” She cheered, hugging the padding briefly before she tossed it out to join the other objects she’d retrieved.

But at that very moment the toilet roared to life again! Starlight didn’t have time to react as she felt a powerful suction take hold of her, rapidly spinning her around and around until she couldn’t see straight! Realization set in as the foal continued to spin helplessly about! “Uh-oh, I going down da hole!” She declared, and it was the last thing she said before the water in the toilet bowl receded, taking her with it on its downward journey! The frightened foal held her breath as she was sucked tail first down the drain! The toilet bowl than refilled to it’s normal level. But there was no trace of Starlight Glimmer anywhere!





Firelight was making his way back to the bathroom at that very moment, having finally finished talking with his visitor (who had turned out to be none other than Stellar Flare herself). As he got closer he could’ve sworn he heard strange sounds and a frightened cry, but by the time he reached the bathroom the noise had vanished.

The stallion trotted inside, and nearly slipped the moment his hooves touched the soaking wet floor! “The toilet must’ve overflowed again,” He thought to himself. “I swear, those new flush toilet throne models are more trouble than they’re worth. Always clogging up or overflowing. I have half a mind to dismantle every last flush toilet I lay eyes on. Things worked much better when everypony just used chamber pots. I still have my antique model, and it works just fine. No clogs, no spills, no fuss.”

Oh well, that was a concern for a different day and time. Right now he had to deal with the soaked tiles and anything that touched them. The bathroom was going to need a thorough cleaning.

And it seemed there was no trace of Starlight anywhere. No doubt she had caused the toilet to overflow somehow, probably from flushing too much. Firelight shook his head. “I really need to watch what my little filly eats.” He thought again, before noticing a series of waterlogged items near the toilet: A toy boat, a rubber ducky, a teddy bear, and a diaper that had swelled up considerably with toilet water. Yet there was still no sign of Starlight.

Firelight started to grow a little worried. Maybe his daughter had tried to flush all those things down the toilet and had thus caused it to overflow, and now she was hiding to avoid facing him. “Honey bun?” He called out while trying to keep a calm tone of voice. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hide. Daddy knows you didn’t mean to overflow the toilet. Daddy promises he’s not mad with you.”

There was still no reply, which only made Firelight even more nervous. It wasn’t like his daughter not to speak up when he called her. “Starlight, sweetie?” He called again. “Hello?”

The stallion heard what sounded like a garbled cry, almost like a plea for help. And it sounded like it was coming from the toilet. The toilet! Immediately, a thousand horrible images flashed in Firelight’s mind! Everything suddenly made sense: The constant flushing, the water logged items, the overflowing toilet, the absence of his daughter. They all pointed to one conclusion. Somehow, his daughter had been flushed down the toilet!

Hoping he was wrong, Firelight ran to the toilet and peered down into the bowl to the point where his head was almost submerged in the water. To the drain he called again. “Starlight, can you hear me?! It’s me, Daddy!”

The garbled cry was heard again and a series of air bubbles briefly appeared above the drain. That left no doubt in the stallion’s mind about the whereabouts of his daughter! His worst fears were realized, his daughter had indeed gotten flushed down the toilet! Fortunately, she hadn’t been swept into the sewers yet. But Firelight feared that if he didn’t act soon, that’s what would happen!

He ran to grab a plunger! “Hold on, sweetheart, Daddy’s coming!” He declared as he put the rubber end of the plunger into the toilet bowl and started pushing up and down! It was a lot of hard work, the stallion kept on plunging even though he only seemed to succeed in splashing more water out of the toilet bowl! “Come on! Come on!” He pleaded to himself as his body began to break into a nervous sweat!

At last, Firelight was rewarded for his efforts as he felt the rubber end of the plunger connect with something! Something that subsequently ended up attached to said rubber end! Hoping for the best and fearing the worst, Firelight yanked hard on the plunger as he pulled it up!

With a pop, a water logged Starlight emerged from the toilet, clinging tightly to the rubber end of the plunger as it was lifted out of the toilet bowl! She didn’t let go until her father used his magic to gently free her and set her down on the floor.

The little filly was visibly shaking, her entire body dripped with toilet water, and she sneezed. “That was scary, Daddy!” She whimpered in fright. “I go down da hole!”

Firelight breathed a sigh of relief as he reassured his daughter. “Yes, but thanks to Daddy you came back.”

“Yeah! I go down da hole, and Daddy make me come back! Daddy save me! Daddy my hero!” Starlight declared as she leaped up and hugged her dad. Never in all her life was she so happy to see him.

Firelight nodded, even as he carefully set his daughter down and lightly scolded her. “Starlight, you almost gave your old stallion a heart attack. I’m sure you didn’t mean to flush yourself, but you still flooded the toilet and made a mess. I told you to come get me if you needed help.”

“I sorry, Daddy.” Starlight apologized and whimpered.

Firelight sighed. He knew he couldn’t be too upset with his daughter, after all it had been his idea to teach her how to flush and then leave her unattended in the bathroom. Even though he hadn’t anticipated being gone for so long, he should’ve known better than to make such an obvious parenting no-no. His daughter could’ve not only ended up in the sewers, but she could’ve also drowned. She was the only thing he had left to remind him of his wife, and now he realized that he needed to be much more careful with her. He couldn’t depend on Stellar Flare to do all the parenting for him. “Well, at least now you know to be more careful around the big girl potty. And that you shouldn’t flush things that aren’t meant to be flushed. The only things you can flush are toilet paper, and what you do in your diapers.”

“Me still have to wear diapees?” Starlight blinked in surprise.

“For now, I think it’s best if we leave the big girl potty alone. Clearly, you’re not ready for it,” Firelight told his daughter. “But I do think the time has come for you to get out of diapers.”

“But if me not use potty or diapees, what me gonna use?” Starlight questioned her father.

Firelight replied with a wink. “Something much safer and much more reliable than a flush toilet. A chamber pot. I’ll let you pick out your own antique one to use, and we’ll start training you to go on it.”

“Does it flush?” The foal asked her father.

“No it doesn’t, but we can empty it into the potty when you’re done. As long as you promise only to flush it when a grown-up is around to help you,” Firelight insisted. “I don’t wanna risk another close call.”

Realizing how concerned her father had been after she had gone down the drain, the little filly decided it was best to accept his terms. Maybe when she was older, she would be big enough to tackle the big girl potty again. And maybe then she would know how to use it properly. Until then, chamber pot usage would have to do. “Okay, Daddy, me agree. No use big girl potty, no flush without grown-up.”

Firelight nodded. “Good, I’m glad we agree,” Then he added. “Now, you need a bath. I don’t want you getting sick after being in the toilet for Celestia knows how long!” And leaning over, he turned on the tap from the bathtub faucet.





“Wow, I actually got flushed?” Starlight blinked in surprise as her father finished sharing the story with her. The unicorn mare, now well into her forties and expecting her first child in a matter of weeks, had decided to pay her father a visit to learn what her foalhood had been like. That way she would be prepared for when her child would be born.

Firelight giggled. “Yup, and it scared your old stallion like nothing else. Perhaps that’s why you took so long to re-adjust back to toilet usage after you outgrew your chamber pot. But that’s okay, Daddy still loved you the whole time, Pumpky-Wumpkin.”

Starlight felt her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment. “Dad!”

Firelight simply laughed. “Oh come now, Starlight, your old stallion’s just teasing you. But I can still remember you trying to sneak away to flush the toilet every night. And every time I caught you, you’d keep saying ‘But I wanna flush it again!’.”

Starlight just groaned and shook her head. “Why did I decide to come and visit my dad? I knew something like this would happen,” She thought to herself. “At least Sunburst isn’t here to see this, am I glad he’s getting the nursery ready. Hopefully, he’ll be able to help me when it’s my turn to teach a foal how to use the potty.”
> Blueblood's Lesson (Prince Blueblood)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Blueblood was quite fond of dealing with unruly maids that didn't want to listen to him, or butlers who went against what he desired. But the prince was quite surprised to see a chubby, blue coated unicorn mare known as Nanny De'Foal was ordered to be his personal maid by none other than Princess Celestia herself. He glared at the chubby mare now standing in his room with a scowl on her face. The nanny (as she called herself) seemed to be in a sour mood as she explained the situation.  "Now Blueblood I have come to teach you about ze mannerz zat a prince zhould have."

The prince was taken back and shouted. "Who the buck are you?! What are you doing in my room?!”

The Nanny shook her head. "You are zuch a rude prince. I was hired by Princezz Celeztia to make zure that you change your wayz by helping your niece Flurry Heart learn how to uze ze potty.”

Prince Blueblood reared up in anger as he snapped, “I don’t care if you were ordered by Celestia! You get out of my room right now before I throw you into a prision! I don’t have to do anything!”

Nanny De’Foal shook her head and sighed. “Zorry, but that iz not how it’z going to work.” The nanny lit up her horn and pink tendrils swirled around Blueblood, who was slowly regressed in age. The prince whimpered as he slowly regressed into a chubby toddler with a cute pot belly. 

The little prince squeaked in surprise upon seeing how he looked and shouted. "Hey! Wha did ya do to me?!"

Nanny De'Foal came forward and explained. "I zimply turned you into the age you chose to act as. You are now a potty training toddler. You won't be turned back until you teach Flurry Heart how to uze ze potty.”

The little colt whined and stomped about. "Nah, ya turn me back to normaw right now! I dun wanna do potty training!"

The nanny gave the angry little colt an angry glare and scolded him. "Zat's quite enough, mister! You quiet down right now, or you vill be like zis forever! Am I clear?!"

The prince plopped onto his rump, his hooves crossed his chest with a cute pout. "Whatever, I gonna tell Auntie Tia what ya did to me, and ya gonna be in big twouble!”

Nanny De’Foal smirked. “Oh, who do you think gave me zhe go ahead of turning you into a foal? Now, you vill help Flurry Heart learn about how to use ze potty or I can regrezz you even more. Do you want zat?”

The prince was now nervous and gulped, he didn’t want to regress even further. So he reluctantly relented. “Fine! I’ll teach stupid Flurry how to use da potty!”

The nanny gave a nod. "Good! But before we get going, we need to put you in pull-ups zo you don’t have an accident on ze floors,” The mare took out a package of white pull-ups with Blueblood’s cutie mark printed on them. “I had theze dezigned for you to zhow the world the prince iz but a little toddler.”

The nanny set them down in front of the colt who kicked them across the room. “Dun wana wear tem! Can’t I have normal puww-ups?!”

Nanny De’Foal eyed the prince and scolded him. “Zorry, but now that you're a colt you vill be treated like one. And if you keep zhis up, I'm going to have to put you in time out.”

The prince was still furious but grumbled in acceptance, irritably waddling over to the package of pull-ups. He tore the package open with his teeth and slowly took one of the fresh pull-ups out. He turned to the nanny with an angry stare and snapped. "Fine, I’ww wear tese stupid puww-ups, but I not gonna do anything embarrassing! Not gonna do a siwwy potty dance wike Shining did!"

Nanny De'Foal smirked again, looking the pudgy white coated colt over with his short crop of gold mane and his big blue eyes as she snickered, "I don't think you’re gonna have much of a choice. Not now zat your toddler your body iz completely different and may not function az it uzed to.”

The prince just rolled his eyes and started to pull his crinkling padding over his rump, while Nanny De’Foal continued to watch him with a smug grin on her face. The colt eventually succeeded in pulling his cute crinkly pull-ups over his rump and Nanny De’Foal walked around him inspecting the pull-up. It was quite simple, only having his former cutie mark printed on the seat of his padding. 

The nanny then gave a satisfied nod. “Very well done, zose pull-ups zhey look great on you! Now come on let’z get you zome breakfast. You certainly can’t go potty if you haven’t eaten anything.”

Prince Blueblood was still quite angry with his situation and plopped down onto the seat of his crinkling pull-ups, making the embarrassing noise echo throughout his room. He whined. “Nah, dun wana go out! Ponies gonna make fun of me!”

The chubby mare sighed, bending down to the whimpering colt’s level as she cooed. “Look, zweetie. Poniez vill laugh and znicker but it’z alright. You're doing a big favor for Flurry Heart, and afterwardz Princess Cadence will zee you in a new light. Heck, you could even be a zubztitute crystaller if Zunburst isn’t available. Doezn’t zat sound good?”

The prince rocked back and forth on his pull-up ,making it crinkle as he gave a small nod. “S..s..sure, fine, wet’s just go.”

The nanny rose up on her hooves and took out a hoof. “Come on, Bluey, take my hoof.” The colt gulped as he tagged along with Nanny De’Foal. They both went out of his room and into the halls of the palace.





Nanny De'foal slowly trotted down the grand halls while escorting the regressed prince, his pull-up crinkling quite loudly, throughout the hall with his head lowered in complete embarrassment. Many ponies were snickering and scoffing at the young prince in his embarrassing pull-up, and he seemed to be unable to hide his shame which was shown to everypony that could see his cutie mark printed squarely on his rump. 

They eventually made it to the royal dining room and the prince slowly toddled over to the table and climbed onto the chair kicking his adorable chubby little legs, thus making his pull-up shake about. 

Nanny De’Foal couldn’t help but daww and and pulled Blueblood up over the table. A waiter eventually walked over with a silver platter and placed the food right in front of the little colt. Blueblood looked down with wide eyes, seeing that it was two fluffy pancakes drenched in syrup and butter with a big smiley face on it made of whip cream, along with a bright blue sippy cup filled with orange juice right next to it. 

The prince blushed at seeing how foalish his breakfast looked as he dug into it, gorging down on his pancakes and sucking down his orange juice not unlike a toddler. All under the careful supervision of Nanny De'Foal. After gorging down the last bits of his pancakes plus suckling the last drops of his orange juice, the colt began to he squirm about feeling the urge to pee. 

Blueblood jumped up and down, squeaking in surprise as he cried out. “De’Foal! I gots to go pee pee!” The little colt jumped down from his chair and waddled down the hall as fast as possible. Blueblood tried to run as fast as possible to the bathroom, but squeaked as halfway there he felt a warm sensation fill his crotch area and he whimpered, scrunching his pull-up as it filled up. He cried in shame. "I..I.. I pee peed! But how?!”

“Oh dear, it looks like Blueblood didn't make it to the potty." Blueblood squeaked upon hearing the soft voice of his adopted sister. The prince turned around to see Princess Cadence walking down towards him with a smug smile on her face. 

Blueblood pouted and plopped onto his soggy pull-up with a loud squish as he snapped. "Na my fauwt! I not gonna need a diapee change."

The Princess of Love sjust lowly walked over and gave the pull-up a cute little pat, making it squish a little as she cooed. "It’s alright, accidents happen. Come on, let's get you changed." She escorted the angry colt down the hall and led him to a guest room. The princess led him over, floating him over onto a changing table, then pulled down his pull-up and started to clean his rump up with some wipes. All the while, Flurry Heart was peeking through the bars of her crib, cooing and bouncing up and down in excitement. 

As Princess Cadence pulled a new pull-up over Blueblood’s rump, she gave him an apologetic smile and cooed. "I’m sorry Bluey. I know this is sudden. But half the reason why I had you transformed you into a foal is so you can teach Flurry Heart how to use the potty."

Blueblood gave the alicorn a pout and whined. "Sewiouswy? Ya the one who did this ta me?! How couwd ya?!" He had no idea, but Flurry Heart was now quite curious about this new colt and began crawling over to him.

The toldder princes took one chubby hoof out and gave Blueblood a boop on the nose. "Hehe, baby Bluey."

The prince brushed the little filly’s hoof aside and whined. "I not a baby!”

The little baby alicorn just flapped her wings and chirped. "Yeah! Ya a baby Bluey!"

Blueblood grew increasingly furious as he stomped about, threw a tantrum, and shouted at Flurry Heart. "Stop saying that! I dun wana teach ya potty twaining! Ya pawents can twain ya, I hope ya stay in diapees and remain a dumb diapee baby foevew!"

This made Flurry sit back with tears forming in her eyes, and she began to whimper. Then she burst out crying and began bawling her eyes out.  Princess Cadence gasped and quickly pulled her daughter close to her chest, trying to calm her down. 

Nanny De'Foal looked over at the prince with a cold stare and scolded him quite severely. "You, Prince Blueblood are going to be zeverely punished for za outburst!"

The colt stood up and snapped back. “Oh yeah, wike wha?! You alweady embarrassed me enough by making me pee pee my puww-up! Ya can’t do anyting to me!”

The nanny lifted her head and her horn lit up as she declared. “You thought zat waz embarrzzing! You haven’t seen anything yet!” Her magic tendrils swirled around Blueblood as his body shrunk even more! His pull-up thickened around his rump, turning into a thick diaper that hugged his rear tightly.  All the while Flurry Heart grew up a little as her diaper turned into a bright blue pull-up. Blueblood whimpered and cried out in complete embarrassment at what happened and shouted. “Ya made me into a baby?!”

Nanny De’Foal smirked as she explained. “Not only zat, but Flurry Heart is a little older now and she’ll be the one teaching you about potty training!”

The toddler alicorn squealed, flying around in delight and laughing with glee. “Yay! Tis is awesome! I a big filly now! I got pull-ups!”

Cadence was quite surprised as she looked up at De’Foal and asked. “Nanny De’Foal, you will turn Flurry back to normal, right?...I mean this would be fun, but I want to potty train and raise Flurry normally. Plus, I think Shining would be devestated to learn he missed an important milestone in Flurry’s life.”

Nanny De’Foal picked up baby Blueblood in her magic with the crying and screaming colt kicking about in a magic bubble as she cooed. “Oh, of course Princess Cadence! I’ll turn zem both back to normal before ze end of the day.”

Flurry Heart was bouncing up and down in excitement as she chirped. “Mommy, can I stay wike this pwease? I wike being a big filly!”

Cadence peered down at her daughter’s big, bright eyes glowing with a sense of excitement ,and she couldn’t help but sigh. “Fine, you can stay like this. But don’t get too excited, you’re going to be back to being a baby tomorrow.”

Flurry Heart squealed, clapping her hooves with glee. “Yay! Being a big pony sounds wike so much fun!”

The pink coated princess lookied down at Flurry Heart, and couldn’t help but lift her within her magic as she hugged the little filly close to her chest. “Oh, you’re such a cutie, Flurry! No matter what age you are!”

Nanny De’Foal waved a hoof at the two and chirped. “While you two bond I’ll go get Blueblood a bottle before hiz nap. When he’z calmed down, we zhall begin hiz potty training.” 

The nanny then bounced off with the still crying Blueblood in tow and led the embarrassed colt all the way back to his room. His eyes went wide with disbelief seeing it had somehow turned into a nursery. His bed was now a crib, his desk was now a changing table, and his closet was now filled with embarrassing onesies and packed full of packages of diapers. The colt’s face turned a deep red as he shouted. “Wha did you do to my room?!” Blueblood then squeaked as he was settled into his crib and a foal bottle filled with formula was plucked into his mouth. The colt groaned and relucantly suckled down the formula with a look of anger printed on his face. 

Nanny De’Foal looked down at the padded prince and gave his thick padding a few good pats as she cooed. “Now now, little Bluey. You were quite nuaghty and made Flurry cry. I cannot abide that and you forced my hoof! Now you drink up and get some rezt. We zhall rezume your new tazk of being potty trained later.”

Blueblood wanted to fight back, but he could barely keep his eyes open as they slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep. Nanny De’Foal waited until he drank down the entire bottle and swiftly removed it and shoved a pacifier in his mouth. The prince continued to suckle and it bobbed up and down in his mouth. Then as he kicked his hooves about a small hiss emanated from his diaper. 

The nanny dawwed, slowly gave the padding a check, and cooed. “Good, Bluey you look so peaceful as a foal. Hopefully zis experience will change you for the better.” She then slowly walked out of the nursery and gently closed the door behind her. His diapers could easily hold a small accident.





After his nap, Blueblood slowly woke up and looked up and saw that Cadence was wiping his rump clean. Cadence smiled down at the little foal and cooed. “Hello cutie, had a nice nap? Seemed like you completely soaked your diaper.” 

The colt gave the princess a cute pout and grumbled. “I thought ya tuwned me into a foal so ya can teach Flurry Heart how to use the potty.”

The princess went about giving his rump a healthy dose of foal powder making, Blueblood give a cute sneeze. Cadence then slowly taped him up in a new fresh diaper with his cutie mark printed on his padding and cooed. “Oh hush, I couldn't leave you in a soggy diaper. Even if you’re being such a naughty foal."

Blueblood grumbled as he was then placed into a playpen and plopped down in his super thick diaper, right next to Flurry Heart who was stacking blocks. She was still mad at the colt and turned away with a humph just as Princess Cadence ordered. “Bluey, go on and apologize to Flurry Heart. You’re not leaving this pen until you do.”

Blueblood crossed his chubby hooves across his chest and shook his head. “Nah, nu gonna. I dun have to apologize for anyting.”

Nanny De'Foal was appalled by Blueblood’s behavior and scoffed. "My word, zuch a naughty colt! Should I regrezz him even more?"

Cadence’s face blushed a bright red as she waved a hoof. “No. I think if you regress him anymore, Celestia or I may end up being pregnant with him.”

The nanny couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter and snickered. “Oh, don’t worry, I would never regreszz a pony zat far.”

The princess of love blushed as she turned around to see that Blueblood was mulling things over, poking his crinkling diaper with a hoof. “I think that he is going to realize that he has two choices: Stay as a foal in diapers or suck up his pride and say sorry to Flurry.”

Blueblood was still quite furious about his situation but he realized exactly what Cadence had said. So the colt slowly waddled towards Flurry Heart with his diaper, making embarrassing crinkles with every step. 

Flurry Heart stared down the prince and asked. “So...wha are you doing here?”

The colt scrunched his padding between his legs and whimpered. “I..j...ju...just wana say sowie fow being a meanie to ya.”

Flurry Heart wasn’t sure of this and she shook her head. “Nope, ya not sowie! Ya just sayin that.”

Blueblood got flustered and stomped about a little as he whined. “Yeah huh! I am sowie! Ya stop being a meanie!”

Flurry looked the colt over and asked. “Ya heard of the diapee dance my daddy is famous fow?”

Blueblood gulped and squeaked as he fell back onto the seat of his padding with a puff of foal powder escaping from his rump. Flurry giggled and slowly waddled over and asked. “So, ya gonna do it or not?”

Cadence put a hoof over her face as she cooed. “Oh, the diaper dance? I don’t remember telling anypony about that. I thought only Twilight Velvet and I knew about it.”

The little filly blushed as she replied. “Um...yeah, Gwandma towd me about it when she showed me daddy’s baby pictuwes. He was so cute as a wittwe baby! She even told me one time he made a fort out of diapees!”

Nanny De’Foal smirked. “Oh I remember that, it was during a znowy night and Shining wanted to play outside and make a znow fort. But he was only two years old and quite zick, so he instead made a fort of diapers. I waz ze one to teach him ze famous diapee dance too. Such a creative and cute little colt he waz I had a feeling he would grow up to be zuch a ztellar prince.”

Blueblood was quite upset hearing how cute Shining was and for some reason he wanted that same attention. The colt slowly got up on all fours and shoved his padded rump out and shouted. “Fine! I’ll do the stupid diapee dance, Fwurry, then ya help me wearn potty training!”

Nanny De’Foal gave a nod as she chuckled. “Zhat’s the deal little Bluey, but first you need more foal powder in ze diapee!” With a flick of her horn the little colt’s padding poofed with a giant cloud of foal powder, which made Blueblood squeak. He started shaking his rump side to side, trying to shake all the excess foal powder out from his padding! He didn’t notice as he performed his cute little diaper dance that Cadence had taken out a camera and started snapping photos as she cooed. “Oh, what a cutie! This is an opportunity to get some baby photos of Blueblood!”

Nanny De’Foal laughed. “Oh truzt me, I have a full album of hiz baby picturez. I also took care of thiz little one a long time ago.”

Blueblood continued his adorable little dance for quite some time, shaking his padded rump around and poofing out foal powder all over the ground until it was completely covered in the powdery substance. 

After some time, Flurry Heart came over and gave Blueblood’s thick diaper a good pat on the back as she chirped. “Tat's good enough, I forgive ya!”

Blueblood stopped and turned around with his face now a bright red as he snapped. “Is about time! I nevew doing tat again!”

The filly couldn’t help but giggle as she hugged Blueblood and squeaked. “Oh, ya just so cute! I can’t believe ya were my uncwe!”

Blueblood grunted. “Well kind of, I mowe wike ya mommy’s cousin twice wemoved.”

Cadence snickered and then asked. “Well, a deal’s a deal. So Flurry, do you need to go potty?”

The filly looked up and gave a nod. “Yeah! I need to go potty! What I gotta do?!”

Nanny De’Foal’s horn lit up as a pink training potty appeared and she sat the filly down. ”Now Blueblood, watch Flurry go potty like a big filly,” Then she instructed to Flurry. “Just relax and let nature take itz couze.”

Blueblood grumbled and did as he was told, watching the filly pee and blushed while scrunching his own diaper. Cadence cooed. “Oh, what a good girl! You went potty on your first attempt!”

Cadence hugged Flurry close to her chest again as Nanny De’Foal turned to face Blueblood and asked. “Zo, you wanna try ze potty?”

“Uh-huh, wanna get out of diapees.” The colt grumbled and let himself get picked up by the nanny’s magic. She pulled down his diaper, making him squeal and squirm as he felt naked for some reason. 

The colt was plopped onto the pink potty as De’Foal cooed. “Go on, zweetheart. If Flurry can do it then so can you, right?”

The colt whimpered and grunted, pushing out a mess into the potty making the two mares clap and cheer. Blueblood was astonished by the praise and felt good about it as the nanny picked him up with her magic once again, and laid him down and taped him up in another diaper after wiping him as she cooed. “There you go, zweetheart. All taped up in a cute diaper. Zuch a good little colt you are.”

The prince gulped as he placed his hooves over his padding with a blush growing on his face. “Did ya weally foalsit me, De’Foal? I dun wember ya.”

De’Foal gave his nose a boop as she explained. “It waz a long time ago, you wouldn’t remember. Now, you keep zhis up and by tonight you’ll be a full grown adult, and Flurry will have a better understanding of ze potty and how to use it.”

The prince turned to see that Flurry was so happy bouncing around Cadence while shouting. “I went potty! I went potty!”





A few hours went by as Blueblood followed Flurry Heart around, kind of being taught how to use the potty by the young alicorn.

It was now dinner time and Blueblood was now in a cute highchair, watching Flurry Heart enoy her first tofu nuggets and suckling down grape juice in a sippy cup. All the while Blueblood was forced to be fed mashed peas by Nanny De’Foal spooning the slop in his mouth, while wearing a stupid baby blue bib with “Spoiled Prince” printed on it. The treatment was beyond embarrassing knowing that every maid, butler and guard walking by saw him being fed in a such a manner. 

After having his face wiped down by the nanny, she plucked the bottle plopped into his mouth and he began suckling down the chalky formula. He groaned, feeling the formula was making his tummy rumblem and after finishing his bottle De’Foal placed the colt over her shoulder and gave his padding a few pats on the back, making him spit up all over the mare. Flurry and Cadence burst into fits of laughter. 

Blueblood was embarrassed once again, placing his hooves over his face as De’Foal slowly placed him down while cooing, “Oh don’t worry, zweetie, thiz happenz to me all ze time. Truzt me, Shiny spat up all kinds of zilly things.”

De’Foal went about cleaning herself as Flurry shouted. “Oh, I gots to go potty! Can I use da big potty tis time?! I wanna see how it works!”

De’fFal gave a nod as she cooed. “Oh of course you can, let’z go!” She and Cadence lead the two foals down the hall and to the bathroom. De’Foal slowly pulled Flurry’s pull-up down and placed the filly on the seat of the toilet as she cooed. “Now go on, do your business and zhow Blueblood what a big girl you are."

The filly blushed as she peed in the potty as Blueblood watched with anticipation. He was getting more excited, bouncing up and down on his crinkling padding. After Flurry Heart was taken off the potty, Blueblood blushed as his padding was taken off. He too was placed on the toilet seat and blushed as he also peed into it. They giggled and dawwed as Blueblood lifted his hooves. "Yay! I used ta potty! Now to fwush!"

Flurry Heart fluttered over and pressed on the lever, flushing the potty. But then Blueblood squeaked, falling backwards and into the bowl! Flurry gasped, fluttering over the toilet. She placed a hoof down, to pull the soggy colt out of the draining toilet while crying as she struggled not to be sucked down. “Mommy, hewp!"

Cadence ran over and used her magic to pull out Flurry Heart out of the toilet! She squeaked as she fell down. As she got up,  both her and Flurry gasped as Blueblood was flushed away! Cadence was horrified and shouted. "Bluey! Don't worry! I'll get you out of there!"

But De'Foal held up a hoof. "Now don't worry, ze big potty is magic! Bluey shall return right about...now!"

As if on cue the toilet took on a cartoon face, complete with eyes and a mouth. It belched as it shot up water, Blueblood plopping out with it! “Icky, foals are disgusting!” It exclaimed in exaggerated fashion. “My tummy can’t handle stuff like that, watch what you feed me!” Then its face vanished as Blueblood plopped onto the ground. But he was now in a thicker diaper with more foal fat bulging around him. 

De'Foal chuckled. "Oh dear, I tink ze magic in ze potty regrezzed ze poor prince a little bit more."

The baby prince cooed and kicked about in his padding, babbling incoherent gibberish. Cadence dawwed and took a towel as she dried the colt up. "Oh, can we keep him like this, De’Foal? I wouldn't mind being his mommy. It’ll be fun to have another lille one now that Flurry Heart’s old enough for potty training."

De'Foal snickered. "Well, I did pormize him he'll be back to normal tonight. I alzo think that it'z about time Flurry was turned back to normal too." The nanny lit up her horn and sent tendrils of magic to wrap around the filly as she was poofed into an infant once again. Nanny De'Foal also set her sights on Blueblood but Cadence shook her head. "You said that you promised to turn him back to normal tonight. That means we still have a few hours."

Nanny De'Foal shrugged. "Fine, princezz, if that'z what you wizh."

Flurry Hear, meanwhile, squealed while slamming into Blueblood. Who eeped, falling over onto his padded rump while Flurry Heart was shouting. "Tank you! tank you! Ya teach me how ta use ta potty, even ta big one! Now I not scawed, it no wanna eat me ‘cause I taste yucky!"

Blueblood gulped and whimpered. "Ya wewcome...but I guess I taught ya was ta one potty trainin me?"

Flurry blushed. "Not weally, tat was ta nann'ys magics. Seeing ya go potty is what I memberm and now I gots an idea on how to use ta potty. So tank you." She gave Blueblood a smooch on the cheek, making the prince's face turn beat red as he stammered. "Su..su..suwe ting."

Cadence snickered and turned to Blueblood. "So, Blueblood, I have a question. Would you like to stay like this for a little bit longer? I mean… you’re just so cute."

Blueblood blushed as he asked. "S...sure, but can I have a favow pwease?"

Cadence asked him. "What is it?"

"Ya gots to turn Shiny into a foal and have him do ta diapee dance!" Blueblood demanded of the princess.

Flurry squealed while bouncing up and down, shouting! "Yeah! Daddy diapee dance! Daddy diapee dance!"

Cadence smirked and agreed. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

Nanny De'Foal gave a nod. "Alright, I zhall make the preperationz. Cadence, you just have Zhining come here."





Shining Armor was quite confused to receive a letter from his wife. When walked into the designated room it was pitch black and he could barely see anything in front of him. Suddenly, the stallion squeaked as pink tendrils wrapped around him and he was slowly regressed in age. He squealed in surprise and embarrassment as a diaper with his cutie mark printed on it appeared around his rump. Then the lights came on and he gasped seeing his parents, Twilight, his wife, Flurry Heart, and a baby Prince Blueblood! But the pony he was most surprised to see his old nanny there and he squeaked out. "Nanny De'Fowq! Wha ya doing hewe?!"

The nanny blushed. "Sowie, Prince Zhining. Prince Blueblood teaching your daughter about ze potty was a success. But in return he wanted you to do ze famous diapee dance."

The colt squeaked and slammed back onto the seat of his padding. "N-no way! Tat was supposed to be a secwet!"

Blueblood waddled over and gave the other prince a pat on his diapered rump. "Nope, is out now! Everypony here knows about it!"

The little colt's eyes narrowed and he shouted. "It was you! Ya ta one who towd everyone! Come hewe ya poopy head!" He tackled Blueblood and the two little foals rolled about, fighting in a cloud of foal powder. 

Nanny De'Foal shook her head using her magic to separate the two. "That'z quite enough. Now Shiny, Bluey didn't do anyzing, your zecret leaked out on accident. Alzo, you owe little Bluey for teaching your daughter the basicz of potty training. Including how you cannot get eaten by ze big potty."

Shining groaned as he was plopped back down and whined. "So in return ya just want to embewass me, Bluey?!"

The little prince laughed maniacally. "Yes! Ya gonna do ta diapee dance and embewass yasewf in fwont of all tese ponies!"

De'Foal gave a smirk and cooed. "Actually, I waz thinking of a contest. We shall zee who is za prince of ze diapee dance!"

The two princes squeaked in surprise as their diapers exploded, being completely filled with foal powder! They squeaked as they started shaking their rumps around, trying to shake it all out. All the while the ponies surrounding them were laughing and cheering them on. However most were shouting "Shiny! Shiny!"

Despite the embarrassing nature of the dance Shining laughed. "Ha! I winning ta diapee dance! Ya can't beat me Bluey, ya still a newbie at tis!"

Blueblood became quite flustered and started to shake his rump even more, shouting. "Ya not gonna beat me! Ya watch, I gonna be ta pwince of ta diapee dance!"

Shining snapped back. "Nah uh, I am! Ya just a poppy head, and ya going down!" The two colts glared at each other and began shaking their diapered rumps at an increased speeds. 

Twilight Velevt snickered as she snapped her camera and cooed. "I wonder when they’re going to realise that this is just a way to get some cute baby pictures of them?"

Twilight (who was also taking pictures) replied. "Oh, just let them do their adorable diaper dance. I never got to witness it myself!"

Flurry giggled as she started shaking her padded rump while shouting. "Diapee dance! Diapee dance!"

All the while Cadence turned to Nanny De'Foal and asked. "So, De’Foal. Did you eve care for me as a foal?"

De'Foal booped Cadence’s nose. "Yez I did. In fact, I helped Princezz Celestia potty train you! Now theze two colts will return back to normal by midnight tonight. If you wizh for my zervices again, just write me."

Then the nanny disappeared in a puff of foal powder and Cadence blushed. "Oh I will, Nanny De’Foal. Flurry isn't fully potty trained yet."
> Big Muffin, Little Muffin (Derpy)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sometimes being a single parent could be difficult, and Derpy had learned this fact several times over since becoming the proud mother of a unicorn filly named Dinky. She couldn’t really remember who she’d been with when Dinky was conceived, it seemed like the memory was blurred and obscured. It had to be a unicorn though, because Derpy didn’t remember her family ever having unicorns in it (though they did have quite a few earth ponies).

Fortunately, she had her former roommate (now neighbor) Carrot Top to help her. Whenever Carrot Top wasn’t busy dating Noteworthy, she would step in to foalsit Dinky for Derpy, often while Derpy was away due to work.

Being the head mailmare for Ponyville (often times the only one) did allow Derpy to provide for her little filly. But it also meant that she often times wasn’t as involved with her foal’s life as she might like.

Having missed out on her daughter’s first steps and almost missing her daughter’s first word (“Muffin”, Derpy’s favorite food that also served as part of the nickname for her little one: Her little muffin), the pegasus was most determined not to miss any other important milestones in her daughter’s life. And as it turned out there was an aspect of parenthood that was perfectly suited to this. Potty training.

But although she only vaguely remembered her training, Derpy could recall that it had been a nightmare for her parents and for a time it looked like she might never graduate from diapers. Derpy was quite determined that the apple fall far from the tree for her daughter. The last thing she wanted was for her little filly to be sent off to kindergarten, and be teased and mocked for being the only foal in all of Ponyville who still wore diapers.

Derpy’s determination to get her daughter potty trained as quickly as possible soon ran into a problem, though. What was the best approach to ensuring her daughter learned? The mare poured over as many books on the subject matter as she could get her hooves on, often reading over them during her breaks. She also talked it up with a few trusted ponies, namely Carrot Top. But Carrot Top wasn’t that big a help, she had no foals of her own and the only other she looked after was a filly named Noi (who was already potty trained).

Many a sleepless nights ensued as Derpy continued to think about how she was going to approach potty training. She wanted to get it right the first time, maybe so she could prove all the naysayers wrong about her parenting skills, or maybe just because she felt a mother owed to her child to do such a thing.

At last, just when Derpy thought she was going to have to give up and hire a potty training coach (which would be very expensive), an idea came to her. While reading through one of the last books she’d borrowed from the library, a passage caught her wandering wall-eyes. “Children learn best through example, by emulating their peers. Parents should make an attempt to get down to their child’s level and establish a connection.”

The gears in Derpy’s mind started to turn. “I think I know a way to get Dinky to see me on her level. That way she’ll listen to me when I teach her about the potty.” She thought, and began to make preparations.





A few weeks later, Dinky was most surprised to wake up in her crib to the smiling face of her mother. “Good morning, my little muffin,” Derpy lovingly called as she scooped up her foal. “Guess who got the entire day off to spend with you?”

“Mommy?” Dinky guessed.

Derpy nodded and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Correct! Oh, such a smart little filly you are! Mommy could just eat you up.” She proceeded to blow a raspberry into her daughter’s tummy, which made Dinky giggle and kick her little legs.

“No, Mommy!” Dinky playfully replied while laughing over and over again.

Derpy simply laughed back, before moving a hoof to inspect her daughter’s diaper. She pressed a hoof to it and felt it crinkle as it compressed. “All nice and clean, good.” She cooed, setting her daughter down onto the floor.

It was now that Dinky got to see all of her mother, and the foal’s eyes were drawn to something that hugged her mother’s rear end tightly. It looked kind of like a big pillow, except for the noticeable tapes on the sides that held it in place. Dinky blinked as she questioned. “Mommy? Why are you wearing a diaper?”

The mare laughed as she patted her padding. “Because Mommy wants to be on your level. And so that Mommy can show you how to do something that everypony your age has to do.” She delivered the last line with a knowing wink.

The foal was more than a little surprised. “What do you mean?”

Derpy just waddled over, lowering herself to her daughter’s level and patting her on the forehead (taking care to avoid the horn which was a very sensitive area). “I’ll show you after breakfast, Dinky. Can you do Mommy a favor and keep your diapers clean until then?”

Dinky nodded, she never disobeyed an order from her mother. “Okay, I’ll do that.”

“Good,” Derpy smiled. “Now let’s take you down to your playpen, and Mommy will get started on breakfast. We’ll have muffins!”

Dinky’s mouth began to water, it was always a special occasion whenever her mom made muffins. The last time it had been as a celebration for her first word. But the foal wondered what warranted muffins being made this time? Well, she could find out later.





Despite wearing a thick diaper, Derpy had no more trouble than usual making breakfast. She actually kind of liked the way her padding moved with her, crinkling ever so softly and giving her movements a slight waddle.

When breakfast was ready, Derpy picked up Dinky and carefully placed the foal in her highchair, before Derpy sat down in the chair next to it. Her diaper crinkled again when she did so, and then she tied a bib around herself and her daughter.

Breakfast itself came and went without much fanfare for the two ponies. But as soon as Derpy had cleaned the dishes (and her daughter) the time came for her demonstration. She made it a point to march her still diapered daughter into the bathroom. Standing near the toilet was a plastic bowl with three flowers painted on it.

Dinky eyed the strange object with a mix of amazement and confusion. “Mommy, what dat?

Derpy’s smile grew wider as she proudly declared. “It’s a potty, Dinky. It’s what big ponies use instead of diapers. And you wanna be a big pony, right?”

Dinky nodded her head. “I want to be a big pony, just like you!” But her eagerness was quickly replaced by concern as she commented. “But how do I use the potty? And do I have to give up my diapers?”

“Not until you’ve mastered the potty. That’s what potty training is for,” Derpy proudly explained. “From now on, if you feel like you have to go, you can come and get me and I’ll take you to the potty. As for how you use it, it’s easy. I’ll show you. First you gotta take off your diaper,” She made it a point to pull down her daughter’s diaper a second later. “Then you just trot over to the potty and sit down,” That was exactly what the pegasus did. “Then you just do your business. When you’re done, I’ll clean you up and empty your potty into the toilet and I will flush it all away. Eventually, if you get good at it you can do it all yourself. Well, except for the emptying part. But you’ll see why when I show you.”

Derpy stood up and prepared to pick up the potty to empty it in the toilet. But that was when she noticed something was off. She looked into the bowl, but saw nothing. That couldn’t be right though, she distinctly remembered using it. “I don’t get it, what went wrong?” She innocently wondered. “I know I used the potty. How come it’s empty? It doesn’t empty itself.”

Dinky started to snicker quite audibly as she gestured a hoof. “Mommy, you are so silly. You forget to take off your own diaper.”

Derpy finally looked down at her padding, and a close inspection indicated that it had been used. The pegasus mare quickly put two and two together. She now knew why the potty was empty. “Oops, my bad!” She declared as her cheeks flushed a bright shade of red.

“Mommy need a diaper change?” Dinky innocently offered even as she couldn’t stop laughing.

“I… guess so,” The pegasus mare reluctantly replied, deciding it best to humor her offspring about the embarrassing situation. “And uh… just so you know, Mommy did that on purpose. That way you could see how not to use the potty. So don’t do what Mommy did and you’ll be fine.”

The foal just nodded, continuing to giggle. This was an experience that was going to be ingrained into her memory for a VERY long time.





Derpy quickly set to work on cleaning herself up and changing, leaving Dinky in the bathroom just to make sure her filly didn’t wander off.

Suddenly, Dinky felt the familiar urge that was building up inside her. Luckily, her diaper had been pulled down by Derpy. So Dinky sat down on the potty and did her business. This made Derpy very happy as she replied. “You did it, my little muffin! I am so proud of you. Now hold still so I can clean you up.”

Once Dinky was cleaned, Derpy took the used potty and emptied it into the toilet. Then after she put the potty back where it was she looked at the handle on the toilet tank and got an idea. She looked back at her little muffin and asked. “Do you want to know what’s making that noise that is coming from the bathroom?”

Dinky nodded and her mother carefully placed her on the toilet seat. As her daughter looked down into the toilet bowl Derpy pushed down the handle. The toilet roared and Dinky watched in amazement as both the water and her waste started spinning around and around. Then a few seconds later it all disappeared down the hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl..

As the toilet bowl started to fill back up, Derpy put her little muffin back onto the bathroom floor and explained. “Flushing was always the best part to me. And now that you know what is making that sound, I hope that you won’t be scared of it anymore.”

Dinky just smiled as her diaper was pulled back up. Then she and Derpy walked out of the bathroom and went on happily with their day together.
> On Land & Sea (Silverstream)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

At long last, the hippogriffs were free of the tyranny of The Storm King. The time had come for Queen Novo to lead her people back to the surface and once again, take to the skies to rebuild their homes atop Mt. Aris. But there was a problem. One that was quite embarrassing but definitely needed proper addressing. This being getting her people acclimated to the old ways of maintaining proper hygiene.

The problems started when Queen Novo led a small regiment up to fully assess the damage done when Tempest Shadow had assaulted the kingdom to get at the enchanted pearl.

"Mom?" Princess Skystar nervously giggled. "I've got to do that thing we did in the potty pool, and I don't know what to do with no potty pool to go too!"

Queen Novo looked around to see that her daughter's outburst on the matter had brought rise to others in her assessment party starting to squirm. "Hold it!" She cried out of concern that someone would act without having a plan to best handle this unplanned for problem.

"But, Mom!" The orange-colored hippogriff whined audibly. "That's the reason I asked, because I just can't hold it anymore!"

Queen Novo panicked as she quickly spotted a destroyed building. "There!" She ordered. "Go there!"

"Okay!" Sky Star cried as she swooped into the run-down home, did her business, and came out a total chatterbox for how relieved she felt.

"I'm next!" A guard boomed as he darted in from where Skystar came out.

The process of hippogriffs going in and out of the derelict house started to reveal that the ruined building made a poor choice for a latrine. The wait for turns also caused some to have 'accidents'. Meaning Novo had to call off the whole expedition.





Queen Novo and Princess Skystar, accompanied by some elder hippogriffs, started making trips back to the surface. This time with the goal of not only getting Mt. Aris back in shape but also to prepare her people for a life as hippogriffs over sea ponies, sea ponies that relied heavily on ocean currents eliminating liquid waste and cleaner fish processing the heavier stuff.

"What about diapers?" Skystar inquired to her mother. "Didn't I wear those until I was able to use the restrooms in the castle?"

Queen Novo blushed. "You're pretty old for diapers, Skystar." She remarked.

"But Mom!" Skystar chimed. "Aren't they supposed to make it so we keep things clean and tidy without making our environment like we did to that old house?"

Queen Novo was about to try again to quell her daughter's suggestion when an elder approached. "Your Majesty," He said with a blush. "For as outlandish the suggestion may be, I do believe it may be what is needed until we get the aqueduct and sewer system up and running again."

The Queen grew a stern expression. "I won't be caught dead in one of those," She scoffed. "And neither should any of my subjects after how we were humiliated by being forced underwater by The Storm King.

"Oh!" Skystar cheered. "What about those training pants thingies that have the fun pictures on them? They really helped when I was having some potty problems during the night!" Novo's eyes rolled.

"Your daughter has a point," The elder stated. "Some of us still have ourselves so trained that being able to hold out until we head back to Seaquestria isn't a problem. However the younger ones may not be so capable."

"Hee hee!" Skystar giggled with glee. "I can't wait to wear those cute ones with the little birds on them! They were so fun and would remind me about how important it was to not make an accident, because they'd fly away if I did!"

Queen Novo sighed. "You're definitely your father's child," But she nevertheless relented. "Fine. I'll send the necessary word to Equestria to see about making this idea of yours work."

"Yay!" Skystar cheered as she unintentionally had a bit of an accident. "See, Mom?!” She blushed. “This wouldn't have happened if I had those special training pants on!"

Novo put her paw to her head and sighed.





The first delivery of the requested garments came within a span of a week. However, as ponies didn't have much familiarity with hippogriff sizing and shape, they were aided by the more closely-looking griffons who, when paid handsomely, had no problem in aiding the Equestrian manufacturers in designing the first batch.

"Bummer!" Skystar booed upon seeing how it had no design on it. "Why so boring?"

"Because you're not a hatchling," Her mom replied. "And neither is anyone else who comes up during reconstruction."

"Total bummer." The princess pouted as she put herself into the padded garment. The fit wasn't great but it was definitely tolerable. Far more tolerable than the alternatives currently available.





The next few weeks were focused on the repair of the aqueduct and sewer system. The hippogriffs had no real experience in plumbing and consulted some plumber ponies and griffons to create a simple system, a system that would allow for fresh water to come in to every rebuilt home and business, while being linked to the old sewer system that went straight into a cave which let out over the ocean.

The training pants were helpful as the process went on. The older hippogriffs were the first to have no need of such garments. And with better ease-of-access to sanitary restrooms, the younger hippogriffs like Skystar, needed them less and less.

"Hey, Mom!" Skystar chirped as she flapped around her mom. "I'm a big girl again!"

"Thank heavens," The queen replied. "Though I will admit this was a good way to transition our people back from the sea."

"Hee hee!" The cheerful princess giggled. "Two great ideas in a single year! I am definitely proving that I'll be ready for the throne when you’re ready to retire and leave things to me to keep Mt. Aris safe!"

"Actually," Queen Novo informed her daughter. "Seaquestria will continue to stand."

Princess Skysar's beak dropped. "REALLY? But how?"

Novo held the enchanted pearl in her hand. "I'm going to get Princess Celestia to assist me in breaking the pearl down to where its magical effect will be of no desire to any wannabe Storm Kings.”

"Wow, Mom!" Skystar cheered. "That's brilliant!”

The queen beamed with pride. “If you think that’s brilliant,” She went on. “I intend to give a shard to everyone in our kingdom so they can go from Mt. Aris and Seaquestria whenever they please.”

“Wowie-Zowie, Mom!” Skystar glowed as she ran around in circles. “Shelly and Sheldon will be so happy knowing we can go back and forth to play on land and sea! It’ll be so much fun, and maybe we can even get my old dolls out and play together!”

Queen Novo sighed. "I really need to find a playmate for you.".

"You mean like that pony with the broken horn and cute little fuzzy guy who came to us for help just before The Storm King attacked? I really liked her. She was fun and that little guy was so silly!" Skystar commented.

Novo felt it best to not remind her daughter of how it was, the now reformed, Tempest Shadow and Grubber to whom played dolls with her the very night of the attack, and how Novo had caught the broken horn unicorn trying to steal the pearl during the night before the attack started.

"Hmm." Novo considered upon recalling how her niece, Silverstream, was very much like her daughter and how bringing her topside may be the perfect way to keep Skystar distracted while she focused on the rebuilding of the palace and finalized the completion of the Mt. Aris train station.





“So awesome!” Silverstream shouted as she used a shard of the enchanted pearl to transform herself from a seapony back into a hippogriff. “I can’t believe we’re able to finally come out of the water!”

Skystar felt her pink-colored cousin’s enthusiasm. “It’s great, right?” She bounced. “Take a deep breath!”

Silverstream made a very audible inhalation of air before letting it out with a joyful expression across her face. “Wow!” She announced. “Actual air is amazing! Oh! I wonder if I can still fly?”

Skystar was going to say something but knew her cousin was one who had to live the experience over being told about it.

“Ow!” Silverstream whined as she crashed into the sand. “Guess I need to learn how to fly again, too.”

Princess Skystar saw this as good as any time to get the above-water potty training started. “That reminds me,” The orange hippogriff stated while reaching into a satchel she was carrying. “Are you ready to re-potty train along with me?”

Silverstream took to her feet quickly with anticipation. “Of course!” she glowed. “It’s got to be cool if it’s something you have to do to get back into being a hippogriff again! I can hardly wait to be able to explore everything topside as much as under the sea! There’s just so much to see, do, and know!”

The princess reached into the satchel and pulled out a pair of training pants that were the same size (and shape) as the ones she was wearing.

Silverstream’s enthusiasm became considerably less than before when she saw the drab designs. “I remember them being a whole lot cooler when I was a hatchling,” She grumbled. “Where are the fly-away birds for making whoopsies?” Skystar’s eyes grew wide.

“I said that too!” Skystar replied. “However, Mom says it would be degrading to make hippogriffs our age wear what hatchlings wear to get used to being topside again.”

“I know!” Silverstream suggested as she took the training pants from Skystar. “What if we drew on them?! We could do it like we did in art class before the Storm King kicked us out of our home!”

Skystar beamed. “I like how you think, cousin!” She cheered. “Let’s go have some fun and show Mom how my idea to get everyone topside again is the absolute best!”

Before heading up to Mt. Aris, Skystar had Silverstream relieve herself behind a tree surrounded by tall grass. She then helped her cousin into the training pants and led the way up to the city.

Silverstream blushed as the feel of the padding on her flank was quite noticeable. “So what do I do if I have to go potty?”

“We’ve got a couple of restrooms going but not many,” Skystar explained. “So you need to learn to hold it like you did as a hippogriff instead of as a seapony.”

“There’s a difference?” Silverstream wondered aloud, clearly baffled.

“Oh, definitely!” Skystar declared. “You may not even realize it until it happens, and it’s not fun at all without the water current and cleaner fish around to make it go away.”

Silverstream thought on it until she felt a warmth developing around her waist. “Wow,” She thought aloud. “The sun is warmer than I remember it being.”

Skystar looked for where the sun was and noticed it not directly glowing its golden light upon her cousin. “Where do you feel the sun at?”

“Behind me!” Silverstream squeed. “It’s so awesome!”

Princess Skystar allowed her eyes to make a quick check of her cousin’s training pants and found them to be colored yellow with a slight droop. “Silverstream,” She said as kindly as possible. “That isn’t the sun you are feeling.”

“It’s not?!” Silverstream gasped while looking around. “Then what is it?”

Skystar put a hand upon her cousin’s shoulder. “You got distracted and so excited that you didn’t notice you had to pee, and your hippogriff bladder let it all go.” She explained as delicately as possible.

Silverstream blushed as she dared to look at what the princess had taken notice of. “No-no-no!” She cried. “How did this happen?”

Skystar reached for her satchel to grab another pair of training pants, along with some items to help clean her cousin up and properly dispose of the used garment. “It gets easier,” She assured while gesturing towards a more private spot surrounded by tall grass. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and continue up to see all the cool new things everyone has done towards rebuilding our home.” Silverstream pouted.

“I bet I wouldn’t have had an accident if there were fun pictures on this thing,” Silverstream moaned. “I know I never wanted to make the birdies fly away on mine when I was little. Terramar and Mom tell me all the time how that’s what got me to be a big girl when I was a hatchling.”

Skystar shrugged. “And this is why I thought you’d be best to come up and show my mom how this idea is going to work! She may think my ideas are silly, but I know she’ll have to take them more seriously if my super-cool cousin agrees with me, too!”





The capital city of the hippogriffs was bustling with construction. There were even ponies and griffons aiding in the rebuilding of the city.

“Where are all the kids?” Silverstream wondered as she noticed all of the hippogriffs in sight appeared as old as (if not older than) her parents.

“Mom wanted the elders out first because she says they remember how to be a hippogriff better than all us kids,” Skystar replied with a pout. “Even General Seaspray got to come up here."

Meanwhile, the pink feathered hippogriff continued to scan the scene, and was blown away by how well her original home was developing. “It all looks so awesome!” She cried aloud. “I don’t remember much from The Storm King’s attack, but I do remember it being really scary and how we were all emergency evacuated into the castle to go into the pool leading down into Seaquestria.”

“Kind of convenient, right?” Skystar pondered. “Though Mom says that the hippogriffs had been friends with the seaponies of generations past and were always welcome to their city under the sea if we ever wanted to come down for a visit.”

“Why didn’t we ever get to visit before The Storm King attacked?” Silverstream wondered.

“Likely because of The Storm King,” The orange feathered hippogriff concluded. “The transformation pearl was given to us by the sea ponies, and Mom wanted to keep it as much of a secret because she wanted it safe. Didn’t really help much when the Storm King found out anyways.”

“Makes sense,” Silverstream shrugged before she then felt her stomach churn. “Oh, uh, I think I have to do the other thing…”

Skystar gasped in worry as she didn’t know how or if her cousin’s bowels would hold up until they found a public restroom! “Can you hold it?” She asked Silverstream with hope.

“I’ll try,” groaned Silverstream. “It just really really wants to come out, and that wouldn’t be good at all!”

Skystar thought fast and recalled where the nearest restroom was. “This way!” She called while taking her cousin’s arm. “Just keep holding it!”





“…Well,” Skystar began as a very embarrassed Silverstream looked up at her with tear filled eyes. “We almost made it.”

“I really, really tried!” The pink coated hippogriff pouted.

Skystar felt like a mother and, as such  worked to comfort Silverstream. “I know you did,” She acknowledged. “You can’t help that the restroom was fully occupied, and that there was a line to get in.”

“I had no idea it would be so hard to be a hippogriff again,” Silverstream stated as she worked to ignore how she was being cleaned up by her cousin. “I guess it makes sense that all the grown-ups are topside while we are kept under the water.”

“Oh, Silverstream,” Skystar cooed while working another pair of training pants onto her cousin. “You’ll get this just like you’ve gotten everything else.”

“Really?” Silverstream declared with hope reflecting in her eyes.

“Of course!” Skystar encouraged. “Wasn’t it you who helped me learn all those cool tricks?”

The pink-colored hippogriff felt her enthusiasm returning. “Ooh!” She awed. “Maybe I can do stuff like that in the air once I get used to my wings again?”

Skystar laughed as she helped her cousin to her feet. “Most definitely!” She cheered. “But let’s first go see my mom and show how there’s nothing wrong with fun prints on training pants for getting potty trained above water.”

Silverstream’s wings flapped with excitement. “Definitely!” She cried. “I wonder if your mom will let us come up with the designs? I know those birds that flew away when I made an oops helped me a lot. I liked having fun, friendly birds and making them go away made me super duper sad!”

“You know what?” Skystar smirked. “The two of us can do anything because we are the most awesome hippogriffs ever!”

“Yeah!” Silverstream eagerly flapped her beak. “I remember your mom always saying that the two of us together was just too much!”

Skystar nodded. “That’s right!” But then feeling a familiar urge in her bladder. “However, I need to use the potty now.”

“Ooh!” Silverstream beamed. “Can I change you if you have an accident?”

Skystar blushed. “I’m hoping I won’t.” She replied while heading off towards the nearest restroom.

Silverstream sighed. “Oh, okay.” 

An even more bashful Skystar then told her cousin.. “You know what, you can change me if I don’t make it.”

The pink hippogriff stomped the ground with delight. “Yay!” She cried as she ran and gave Skystar a big hug. “You’re the best cousin ever!”

Skystar felt her bladder release as a result of how much pressure her charismatic cousin put upon her. “Well,” she gulped while feeling a burning in her face. “Looks like you just got your wish.”

Totally ignoring how it was due to her tight hug that her cousin had an accident, Silverstream imitated all the motions that Skystar had done for her. “Okay,” She said while gesturing to the spot where she had been changed. “Come sit here and Momma Silverstream will get you all better.”

Skystar followed the instructions and smiled up at her cousin. “You know something, Silverstream,” She thought aloud. “Do you remember when we’d play house when we were younger?”

“Yeah!” Silverstream gleed as she went about mirroring what Skystar had done for her. “It was so much fun, and Terramar made a great hatchling!”

“Idea!” Skystar squeed. “Once we get you back to being a big girl again we can bring Terramar up, and we can play house with him as the hatchling again!”

“I love it!” Silverstream squeed. “Get me some birds on these things and I’ll be the best big sister ever to lil’ Terri-Mary!”

The two hippogriffs laughed as they finished the change, and headed off to the castle to make their case for fade-away bird prints to be put on all incoming shipments of hippogriff retraining pants.
> A Princess and Her Throne (Rarity)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

If there was one downside to being born into a family of common ponies, for Rarity it was that her parents unfortunately tended to lag far behind other ponies in regards to trends of importance. It was forgivable for fashion, she could understand that not everypony liked to have the newest dress or outfit (or could afford it for that matter). And while she would’ve liked her bedroom to be a bit more “upscale” as it currently was the young unicorn didn’t mind what she currently had, especially since a particularly noisy and (inevitably smelly) little sister was soon to occupy the room hastily converted into a nursery at the opposite end of the hallway.

However, Rarity quite dreaded the fact that her family’s plumbing fixtures were not very glamorous or desirable. They had a couple of sinks, which was as close to modern as their plumbing could get. They had a bath house, but what the bath house ultimately lacked was a place to tend to one’s bodily needs. That duty fell to one of two things: The many chamber pots the family kept for easy access, or the trench in the shed also commonly referred to as an outhouse.

Rarity read in many magazines that the noble ponies she so often looked up were moving away from those things in droves. They opted for flush lavatories, and some were even rich enough to afford the new throne models as they were called. Her parents saw no need for any such devices, chamber pots and an outhouse worked just fine as far as they were concerned. It was how their family had been trained, it was how they had trained Rarity.

Thus the young unicorn resigned herself to the possibility that she would not have access to a flush lavatory of any kind until she was old enough to move out. By that point she figured that her parents would be the only ponies still in Ponyville who bothered to keep chamber pots (aside from maybe the Apples, but they lived on a farm).

But fate can work in mysterious ways. As if in answer to her desires, the universe was going to present Rarity with a chance to not only see the way of the future in plumbing, but also with a chance to test it out for herself. Giving her an experience she would cherish.

And it would all take place in the most unexpected of ways, during a field trip to Canterlot.





Much as Rarity liked Ponyville, she truly felt like she was a Canterlot pony at heart. It just seemed better suited to her tastes, even if the locals could be rather “judgemental” for lack of a better term. Every little detail about you was subject to the harshest of scrutiny.

Rarity did her best not to let the looks bother her. She knew it was odd that she was still in diapers (they were really more like pull-ups, but their design still looked similar to diapers and they still had to be pulled up and down like diapers). But her parents didn’t want to take chances since their daughter would be without ready access to a chamber pot, and her kindergarten class didn’t bring any with them. She really didn’t need pull-ups, but her mother had said “It’s better to be safe than to be sorry. You wouldn’t want to have an accident in the streets and have all the noble ponies scoff at you.”

Luckily, Rarity’s friend Cheerilee had opted to wear pull-ups too so that Rarity wouldn’t feel so bad. Cheerilee truly was the kind of friend you could count on to support you and back you up.

She could also pick up on things that might be hard to notice otherwise. And her attention was currently drawn to the fact that Rarity seemed to squirming and shifting around a bit. Come to think of it, it had been a while since snack time. And the anxiety over the silent glares Rarity was receiving probably didn’t help matters.

With the two foals lagging near the back of their class as they trotted through a museum, Cheerilee opted to ask her unicorn friend a question. “Rarity, you have to go, don’t you?”

Rarity nodded her head. “It would seem I do, Cheerilee. And using my pull-up is most certainly out of the question. A lady does not intentionally soil herself.”

“Then we should probably get you to a bathroom,” Cheerilee suggested, as she raised a hoof to get the teacher’s attention. “Miss. Sunshine?”

The teacher (a unicorn with a dazzling orange coat) turned to Cheerilee. “What is it, Cheerilee?”

“Can we stop for a bathroom break?” Cheerilee asked the mare.

The teacher didn’t seem to notice Rarity’s constant shifting and squirming, or if she did she paid it no attention. “Well, I suppose a quick potty break won’t hurt matters. We are ahead of schedule, actually,” She clapped her hooves. “Alright, little ones. We’ll be taking a quick potty break. Anypony who needs to go potty should take advantage of this opportunity. And even those who don’t should probably considering trying.”

Rarity quickly dashed to the front of the lines that were forming, she couldn’t wait much longer and did not want to risk an accident! Fortunately, she had Cheerilee to hold her place in line. And because Cheerilee was slightly older, she could also be trusted to go by herself. She took advantage of that fact to lead Rarity into the mare’s bathroom. “Come on.”





The two young fillies trotted inside, promptly settling on the first stall they could come across. Rarity’s blue eyes quickly spotting something she had never expected to see. A huge, gleaming white bowl shaped object stood before her. Its smooth, polished surface gazing back at her, alongside a gleaming silver handle, and similarly gleaming silver pipes. She realized that it was one of those throne model flush lavatories she’d been reading so much about (she knew that they were actually called “toilets” but lavatory sounded far more elegant)!

Cheerilee pulled down Rarity’s pull-up. “Okay, you can go. Be quick though, it looks like a lot of ponies have to go too.”

Rarity trotted forward, not the least bit intimidated by the presence of this mighty object like other foals might be. But its size did give her room for pause. It easily towered over her, something that was not a problem with the outhouse back home or even her chamber pot (though the one she had wasn’t as big as her mom’s). A faint gulp escaped her lips, almost causing her to relieve herself right on the spot. Good thing she had more control of her bodily functions than that.

Cheerilee still noticed the gulp though, and she immediately trotted towards her friend. “What’s wrong, Rarity? Are you scared? I’ve heard that some ponies say that thing is a monster, though I don’t know why. It seems harmless.”

Rarity shook her head. “I’m not really scared of it, darling,” She tried her best to keep a straight face. “I just didn’t anticipate it being so… big. How do they expect foals to use something like that?”

The earth pony filly shrugged her hooves. “Not sure, maybe there’s some kind of step stool or something. Maybe I can find one?”

But the little unicorn shook her head again. “I can’t wait that long, Cheerilee! I need to find some way up onto that seat, and I need to find it right now!”

Cheerilee put a hoof to her chin, pondering for a couple of seconds. Then she got an idea. “Why don’t you climb onto my back, and I’ll lift you up? I think you’ll just barely reach it.”

“It can’t hurt to try, I really don’t see any better options at the moment. We must act quickly, though!” Rarity declared with a sense of urgency.

Cheerilee proceeded to trot closer to the toilet, crouching down as she motioned for her friend to climb onto her back. Rarity obliged without hesitation, and using her natural earth pony strength Cheerilee was able to lift Rarity up a considerable distance.

Even with the lift, Rarity could still only barely grasp the edge of the toilet seat with her tiny hooves. The surface felt strangely slippery, almost like soap. She nearly lost her grip and slid off, but somehow she held on. A great deal of struggling ensued as Rarity clumsily climbed onto the toilet seat.

Getting up on the toilet seat was the hard part. Everything else came easily to Rarity as she turned around (though not without happening to glance into the toilet bowl and noticing how the water was weirdly colored and looked like a mirror) and planted her rump over the edge of the toilet seat, dangling just over the toilet bowl. She felt just like a princess perched atop her throne, all she really needed was a crown and the feeling would be complete.

In fact, that imagery allowed Rarity to relax and relieve herself with the greatest of ease. She of course made sure to lift her tail upward, it was the polite thing to do after all. Her efforts were soon rewarded as a series of plops could be heard and a familiar smell reached her nostrils.





Cheerilee had been watching the whole thing, and she clapped her hooves in approval. “Nice job, Rarity! You made that look so easy!”

Rarity couldn’t resist the urge to boast. “Well, darling, of course it comes naturally to a lady like me. A lady does not let mere adversity interfere with the natural order of things. And neither does a lady give up at the first sign of trouble, she keeps trying until she gets it right,” But her boast quickly faded as a new dilemma presented itself to the foal. “Now, how do I....” She struggled to think of how to put the next part of her sentence delicately.

But she needn’t have bothered, her friend had a pretty good idea of what the unicorn was trying to say. The earth pony gestured a hoof to a nearby rack. “I think you’re supposed to use that. It’s called ‘toilet paper’. And as for how you dispose of everything,” She pointed to the flush handle off to her left. “I’d try using that.”

“Um, darling, I hate to ask but…” Rarity began, coughing into a hoof. “Could you maybe bring some of that ‘toilet paper’ up to me? I don’t think I can get back up if I get down.”

Cheerilee nodded her head. “Sure, I’ll get you a whole bunch. Just be careful getting off, that seat looks awfully slippery.” She trotted over to the rack, pulling down several rolls worth of toilet paper. Only once she had emptied the rack entirely did she toss the end of one roll up to Rarity.

Rarity grabbed the roll and pulled up the rest, using most of it to wipe her rump until she was sure it was spotless. After she dumped the roll into the toilet bowl, she carefully trotted over to the flush handle. With a great deal of effort she pulled it down.

The toilet gave a mighty roar, as both the toilet paper from the roll Rarity used and the water in the toilet bowl started to spin rapidly around and around. Rarity hopped down from the toilet seat as the last of the toilet paper disappeared down the drain and then the roar stopped and the toilet bowl started to refill back up.

“You done?” Cheerilee asked Rarity as she approached her friend again.

Rarity nodded. “I must say, that noise most certainly was unexpected. No wonder some ponies claim it’s a monster. If I wasn’t old enough to know better I’d certainly think they were right.” She chuckled at the thought, then started thinking to herself.

“What would it take to convince Mother and Father to install something like that back at home? I would gladly use it in place of chamber pots and the outhouse.”
> Spike the Potty Trainer (Spike)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spike groaned, reading the new law on the coffee table in the main parlor of Twilight's castle. His eyes were wide with disbelief. "So...this law is saying every dragon that visits Equestria has to wear diapers until they can prove they’re potty trained!"

Twilight responded. "Yeah, it seems that way. There's been a lot of ‘issues’ with Smolder bringing her friends and Fluttershy bringing baby dragons over they end up leaving… well, you know what all over the place. It's gotten to the point that Celestia has decreed that all dragons and nonponies visiting Equestria have to be in diapers, or prove they’re toilet trained."

Spike squeaked as he cried out. "Wait! I'm toilet trained, Twilight! You and your family made sure of that! I don't need to go back to diapers!"

Twilight dawwed and patted the young drake on the head. "There's no need to worry, Spike. You’re already a citizen of Equestria and have proven without a doubt that you don't need diapers. However, you're also the only dragon who knows how to use a toilet properly. So I have been tasked with making a PSA."

Spike scratched his head. "So what, we're going to ask dragons politely ‘Please don't leave your dropping all over the place’?"

Twilight snickered and shook her head. "No, it won't be anything like that. They need an example. So we’re going to go over the rules. First off we need to show them the diapers they will be wearing if they refuse to be toilet trained. Next, we'll go over the rules of using the training potty where you can show what to do and what not to do. After that, we'll end it with you using the real toilet."

Spike groaned and stomped around and grumbled. "Fine, I'll help. It's the least I can do for my fellow dragons. I just hope this isn’t too embarrassing."

Twilight came over, taking out a package of diapers with green flames printed on the packaging. "Here. These are the diapers they’ll be giving to dragons and other non-ponies if they fail to use the bathrooms properly. Though each brand will be slightly different to match the needs of their respective creatures."

Spike sighed, picking up the packaging with his claws as he tore it open, taking one of the thick, padded squares and unfolding it very slowly. "Oh come on! Do I have to wear this?! It’s so thick!"

Twilight laid Spike down onto his back and raised his back legs with her magic as she cooed. "Oh hush, Spike. Let Mommy take care of you. It’s only until the PSA is done," She giggled. “Never thought I’d be putting you back in diapers. Potty training you was so easy,” The mare went about slowly taping the padding around the dragon’s rump. She slowly folded the front of the padding over his scaled bottom, and then sealed the two purple tabs over the bright green landing zone. She gave it a few pats as she helped him up and cooed. "They look great on you, Spike. There's a diaper company that I knew back in Canterlot that used to make diapers for you when you were younger. They had to make them from scratch because they didn’t sell diapers for baby dragons, and pony diapers aren’t flame proof. Luckily, I got that same company to make diapers for all the students at the school, and they'll make more if needed. They loved the challenge."

Spike rolled his eyes and grumbled. "Great, just what I need, a never-ending supply of diapers."

Twilight patted Spike on the head and took out a camera similar to the ones you’d see on a movie set. "Okay now, I need you to show the diaper off, so raise your claws!"

Spike did so, raising his claws in the air and showing off his super thick padding. 

Twilight giggled "Oh wow, that's adorable! It’s just like when you were a hatchling!" 

The baby dragon rolled his eyes and grumbled irritably as Twilight poked his chubby belly, making him giggle. "S..stop that, Twilight!"

Twilight snickered as she then booped his nose. "Oh, you’re so cute, I can’t resist! Now go on, waddle around in them. Show that you’re still able to move around."

The baby dragon gave a long, exasperated sigh. It was for the sake of his fellow dragons and other creatures. "Fine, whatever.” The baby dragon went about walking around in his thick diaper, making it crinkle quite loudly. Twilight recorded every embarrassing second of it. The entire scene was quite adorable as Spike stumbled about in his thick padding with his arms stretched out for balance. 

Twilight eventually gave a nod. "Good job. Now I want you to breath some flame on them."

Spike groaned. "Seriously?! I haven’t done that since I was three!" Twilight nodded as Spike reluctantly took in a deep breath and gave a loud belch, exploding a burst of green flame onto the padding. Nothing happened. 

The princess gave a nod. "Alright, now the next thing is we need to show them how to use a training potty. They will have to use that for their test," She placed a purple one down as she cooed. "Now I know this is going to be quite embarrassing, but I'm going to need you to sit down on the training potty with your diaper on, and pee into the padding."

Spike groaned as he stomped about and shouted. "Seriously?! I thought I was showing them how to potty train?"

Twilight blushed as she explained. "We are, but we have to be thorough. We need to show the students there are no shortcuts, and show them what not to do." 

Spike groaned as he reluctantly plopped his padded butt onto the training potty and whimpered as he peed, making the wetness indicators disappear on the front of his padding. All the while the white diaper material turned a bright yellow. 

Twilight tried not to snicker as she continued to film the entire thing and squealed. "That was quite adorable, Spike! Now that we got that out of the way, let's change you!"





Twilight trotted over and slowly placed Spike down after her stood up, changing his soggy diaper. She went about slowly untapping the sodden padding and wiping him down while cooing, "Oh, that was so adorable! It feels like I traveled back in time when you were two," The mare then helped him up and then took out another package of padding, tearing it open and pulling out one of the pull-ups. "Now, time to put this on," She pulled the pull-up over his rump as she cooed. "Now go on and waddle around. Show them how a pull-up differs from a diaper."

Spike rolled his eyes, taking his arms out and beginning to waddle around in his crinkly pull-up. It was thinner than the diaper, but it still spread his legs apart, much to his annoyance. 

Twilight gave a nod of approval and replied. "Good job, Spike. Now go to the training potty. Don’t worry, this time you don’t need to use your padding."

Spike sighed, waddling over and demonstrating how to pull a pull-up down. Then he plopped his rump onto the purple, plastic training potty. Twilight blushed again as she asked in a meek tone. “Can you go poop or pee? It doesn't matter which."

Spike sighed and grunted, pushing out a poop into the training potty. 

Twilight nodded and cooed, not bothered by the stench. "Good job, Spikey Wikey! You're doing so good!" She then took the training potty and escorted Spike to a bathroom nearby. The mare then dumped the contents of the plastic potty into the toilet and flushed the contents down the porcelain bowl. 

Twilight then turned around to Spike. "Alright, now for the big finale!" She took out the camera once again, and with her magic she pulled his padding down and plopped him on the toilet as she explained. “Now, I know you went already went, so I'm going to use magic to make you go. Try not to fall in."

“It’s not like I could go down the drain if I did.” Spike groaned in reply.

“No, but the students might get the wrong idea,” Twilight explained before she lit her horn as Spike peed and pooped in the toilet again. Twilight then lifted him and cooed. "What a big dragon! Yes you are!"

Spike gave a deep sigh. “Are we done yet?" He asked as he was wiped clean.

Twilight blushed and explained. "Well, there’s one more thing. Can you pee your pull-up?We just need to make sure they work," Spike sighed as he began peeing into his fresh pull-up, turning it bright yellow a little. Twilight nodded as she replied, "Good job. Now come on, let's get you changed. That should be everything we need," She cleaned him up and cooed. "Alright, sweetheart. Now, I'm going to send this to the one who will edit this footage and make it into a PSA."

Spike looked up and asked. "Who's doing that, again?"

Twilight took out a business card and whispered. "Somepony named Nanny De'Foal."

Spike shrugged and grumbled. "Never heard of her. I wonder if she’s famous or something? I feel like I should recognize that name though."





Three weeks later. Spike was sitting in the auditorium of the School of Friendship with the rest of the students. Smolder, and the rest of the students were all wearing thick diapers between their legs as Twilight appeared on stage and went to a microphone. "Now I know this may be quite embarrassing for a lot of you. Due to a new law, many of you have been diapered and I know it's embarrassing. So I'm glad to see all of you decided to go through the toilet training course. Rest assured that no one here thinks any less of you, and we all hope to see you pass with flying colors," They all nodded as Twilight giggled. "Well I think it's time to show you the PSA Spike and I made for you all. Please enjoy!"

The lights darkened, and the projector went on and showed the first screen in big, pink letters: "How To Use The Potty!"  A chubby, blue-coated earth pony mare suddenly appeared, wearing a pink diaper bag as she cooed. “Hello everycreature!.Welcome to ze PSA! Now I know zat ze toiletz in Equestria are different zen any bathrooms you are used to, but I'm going to go over how to uze zese toiletz…" Spike suddenly poofed next to the mare, blushing and trying to cover the thick diaper between his legs as she cooed. "Oh, well, I mean Zpike here will."

The baby dragon looked up, still blushing  ashe casually waved a claw. In the auditorium, Spike scratched his head. "I don't remember doing that." He whispered to himself.

De'Foal continued. "Now let'z first go over ze diapees you are all wearing. Even if you never learn to uze ze potties ze diapees are comfortable and do ze job of keeping your accidents in check," Waving a hoof she encouraged. "Now Zpike, go on and zhow zhem." 

The baby dragon gave a long sigh as he waddled about in his diaper and the camera zoomed in on his legs, showing every crinkle. Spike placed his claws over his face as De'Foal continued to explain. "Zee za diapee doez it'z job keeping the wearer protected while giving you freedom of movement."

Then the diaper started to stain yellow with the hissing sound echoing over the projectors throughout the auditorium. De' Foal continued. "Zee diaper does protect you from zee accidents!" Spike a spat out and burst of flame onto the diaper, and De'Foal smacked the padding, making it crinkle as she proclaimed. "It’z also flame-resistant! Zo you naughty ones cannot destroy it."

Smolder blushed hard, crossing her legs over her diaper and feeling more embarrassed. “So much for that plan.” She thought to herself.

De'Foal continued. "However zhere is zomething important z you zhould now about ze diapeez. You can't use ze potty in them!"

Spike, seeing the training potty, squealed as he plopped right onto the diaper and went pee, making his padding soggy! It drooped down even more, making everyone in the audience burst into laughter! In the audience, Spike groaned and covered his face with his claws.

De'Foal's eyes then lit up as Spike was poofed into a pull-up and she explained. "Now thiz iz ze pull-up, thiz iz what you zhall wear while in actual potty training. Now, Zpike, move about!" Spike waddled around, and the camera zoomed in on the pull-up. The audience heard the crinkles and then the pee came again as De'Foal explained. "As you can zee, ze pull-up can hold pee, juzt not as much!" She poofed Spike out of the pull-up and into a clean one. "Now first ze little one zhall run to zee potty!"

The baby dragon in the video did as De’Foal instructed, running over and plopping down onto the training potty. But he peed again in his pull-up, making the audience laugh. De' Foal shook her head. "Oh dear, he forgot to pull his pull-up down. Make zure you take off your diaper or pull-up before you attempt to use ze potty for anything,"' She did it for him, and then he grunted and pooped as De'Foal clapped her hooves. "Zhat iz how you uze ze training potty!”  They then appeared at the toilet, the camera panning and zooming out as if to try and show how big it really was. "After you have demonztrated za you can uze zee potty for a month with little to no accidentz, you zhall graduate to zee big potty! Or ze toilet as it is called," The mare waved a hoof. "Here, Zpike will demonstrate as I zhall pull his pull-upz down." She did so and plopped him down on the toilet. “Now, ya go! Zee toilet works like ze training potty. But zere is one ting you must be careful of," Spike went, and then De’Foal pushed down a silver colored, handle shaped object. The toilet roared and the water spun around, taking the waste with it. “Zis is called a flush. When are you done using ze toilet be zure to flush. Do not worry if you fall in though, ze flush cannot take you,” She helped Spike down and wiped him. "Now we wipe and wash, and ta-dah! That iz how you uze zee toilet! Once you demonstrate thiz to either Twilight or Ztarlight Glimmer zen you will no longer need diaperz or pull-upz. However if you start having accidetnz you may be put back in zem. Thank you." She and Spike bowed as video ended.

The audience blushed hard as Twilight came over and asked. "Okay, we shall begin. Who needs a pack of pull-ups?" 

Spike blushed as he quickly ran out of the room as fast as possible. "My life is ruined!" He cried!





Smolder happened to notice Spike running off and quickly caught up with him. “Spike, wait!” She called.

Spike spun around. “Smolder? Are you here to laugh at me for the embarrassing PSA I did?”

Smolder shrugged her claws. “Honestly, I think you were quite brave to go through with something that humiliating. Especially since you got out of these things faster than any of us,” She poked at her diaper and blushed a bit. “A lot of little dragons and other creatures who come here will probably think you’re a hero for teaching them how to handle something so scary.”

“I know the toilet definitely scared me when I was a hatchling,” Spike confessed. “Twilight and her family helped me grow out of it pretty quickly though. But I bet you’re not afraid of it. I probably could’ve trained you myself.”

But Smolder blushed anew. “Well, actually, I wouldn’t say that,” She looked all around before she whispered. “Pony toilets are really strange. My first time using one… didn’t work too well. But you better not tell anyone I told you, or I’ll find a way to spread that PSA all over the dragon lands! Got it?!”

Spike gulped and nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
> A Dragon in Toilet Training (Smolder)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nothing scared Smolder! Well, that wasn’t actually true. Almost nothing scared Smolder, she just went to great lengths to keep those fears well hidden. It was in a dragon’s nature to do after all, dragons never showed weakness. Dragons were tough, fearless creatures. They were supposed to make others afraid of them.

Smolder didn’t really agree with that last part. Since coming to the School of Friendship and befriending other students she’d come to realize that making others afraid of you wasn’t exactly a “friendly” thing to do. Still, she tried her best to keep whatever fears she had hidden. She was thankful that only Gallus and Ocellus knew about her secret desire to like cute, silly stuff. Heaven only knows what would happen if a chatterbox like Silverstream found out.

But there were other things that Smolder feared. Things that were practically embarrassing to admit for a dragon. And it was something that dwelled within what was called a bathroom. They were white, shiny (most of them anyway) bowl objects with gleaming silver handles and metal pipes. They came in boxes, or stalls. And they were something that every creature was expected to use, toilets.

At first Smolder had never given the things even a glancing thought. Dragons never needed toilets, so why should she? But when Headmare Twilight had specified that all creatures had to use toilets while tattending the school (unless they wanted to stay in diapers), Smolder went into a situation that was both uncomfortable and a little bit frightening for her.

She’d tried to put it off as much as possible, find other ways of doing her “business”, such as using those training potties. But all her other friends seemed to have no trouble using toilets to relieve themselves. Even Spike used them too. Try as she might, Smolder couldn’t avoid them.

And that was exactly what scared Smolder. She’d heard how the toilet worked: You sit down on the seat to do whatever you had to do, cleaned up with some toilet paper, and then flushed (more than once if necessary). It all sounded so easy.

 Heck, to hear Sandbar talk you would’ve thought that toilets were the most wonderful thing ever to exist and you were a freak if you did not use them.

But knowing how toilets worked and actually using one as intended were two different things. Smolder recalled how her ill fated first attempt at using the toilet. The memory had burned its way into the back of her mind and wouldn’t leave.





It was only a few days after coming to the school, and Smolder had taken advantage of the break between classes to visit the restroom. “Man, all that pony food went right through me.” She commented as her stomach gurgled ominously.

The orange scaled dragon pushed open the first stall door she could lay eyes on, quickly locking it behind her since that was considered the polite thing to do. She stood alone in the stall, eyes locked on the only object of any interest in it, the toilet. “I always wondered why everycreature’s so afraid of it?” She thought out loud as she slowly walked towards it. “It’s not something that can eat you. Right?”

Getting onto the toilet seat wasn’t much of a challenge for Smolder, her wings easily took care of that problem. But when she sat down on the toilet seat she almost yelped in surprise! “That is so cold! And why does it feel so… wet?”

Well, those details were for both another time and place.

Smolder didn’t even check, she was sure she was sitting on the toilet seat properly. “Rump first, facing forward, like Professor Rarity instructed,” She repeated aloud as if she was studying for a test. Sighing, she relaxed. “Now let it go.”

It only took a few seconds for Smolder to finish. When you were holding it in, it was much easier when you stopped trying to fight against your body and instead worked with it. Immediately, a powerful stench reached her nostrils.

Nothing a little fire breath couldn’t fix. The dragon belched out a few small flames, enough to generate sufficient smoke to ward off the smell. It wasn’t like there were other creatures around to complain. Besides, the school was fireproof.

But as the dragon rose to grab some toilet paper, she found that she couldn’t move much. When she tried to stand up it was like something was pulling her back down. “Hey, what gives?! Did somecreature put glue on this toilet seat?” She complained aloud, trying in vain to pull herself off the seat. “I swear, if this is a prank from Gallus, I’ll make him pay for this!”

Smolder kept on tugging but her body refused to budge. Sighing, she sat back down. “Okay, I’m not getting anywhere like this. I need to think of a different approach.” The young dragon thought. However, she wasn’t paying attention to the position of her claws. One of them ended up touching the handle on the right side of the toilet.

“Kartink!” The sound echoed through the empty bathroom. It was soon followed by the mighty roar of the toilet flushing. That is when Smolder became aware of a faint tugging sensation from beneath her. “Gah! It’s trying to eat me!” She screamed in fright. She wished now that she hadn’t been so dismissive of the toilet or how scary it seemed! She was definitely paying for that mistake now!

As the toilet continued flushing the tugging sensation grew stronger, and Smolder seemed unable to escape! To make matters worse she swore she could feel her entire rump and even both her legs getting cold and wet. Water seemed to be spilling out of the toilet bowl, like a monster trying to swallow its prey by coating it with saliva!

 Suddenly, the toilet stop flushing and the tugging sensation faded. The handle returned to its upright position. That was odd. Why had the toilet stopped flushing like that? Hadn’t it been trying to eat Smolder just a couple of seconds earlier?

It was only now that her wandering eyes even thought to look down. When she did so, Smolder discovered that her tail had dipped into the toilet bowl. It was plugging up the hole at the bottom. “So it wasn’t trying to eat me. I just forgot about my tail.” She realized and blushed hard. One of her professors had warned her to lift her tail, and now she knew why they had given that warning.

Reluctantly, Smolder took hold of her tail with both of her claws and yanked hard. Her tail seemed to be pretty wedged in the hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl. It took several up tugs before at last it was freed. Except now it was very wet, very dirty, and very smelly.

“Oh well, guess I’ll just clean that up with the toilet paper too.” Smolder said to herself. At least now she could actually get off the toilet seat to get some toilet paper.





“Sploosh!” The orange scaled dragon’s feet touched the floor and were immediately submerged in water. She instinctively flew up, still worried that the toilet might try to eat her or do something else to her. Only once the dragon was certain that wasn’t the case did she reluctantly swoop down and land. Why was the floor so wet? It hadn’t been that way when she went into the stall.

Smolder turned her attention to the toilet. “I just flushed! Why aren’t you working?” She complained, but got no reply. “Oh, so that’s the way you wanna play it, huh? Fine by me!” And Smolder walked forward through the flooded stall floor, quickly finding herself eye to eye with the toilet.

A quick peek of the toilet bowl indicated the problem. Although her tail had been freed from the hole the blockage wasn’t fixed. And Smolder could see what was causing it. Apparently pony toilets weren’t quite strong enough to handle dragon waste. “Great! Just great! How much more trouble are you gonna give me today?!” She asked the toilet. “I’m starting to think you’re more trouble than you’re worth! I don’t see why anycreature should ever use you!”

Well, the blocked toilet was a problem. But Smolder didn’t care, she didn’t know the first thing about pony plumbing fixtures. She’d just have to tell one of her professors and have them fix it. 

So instead she took some rolls of toilet paper, wiped her tail and her rump clean as best she could, and then discarded the used rolls into the toilet bowl and left the stall. “I’ll bet no other creature ever has to deal with this!” She thought to herself as she exited the bathroom, just in time to hear the ringing of the bell that signaled the start of the next class. Just great, now she was tardy. All because of that annoying toilet.

Now, no other toilet ever gave Smolder anywhere near as much trouble. As it turned out, not every toilet in every stall worked as intended. Some toilets sprayed upward when they flushed. Some toilets didn’t flush at all. And some were only slightly above the level of being a glorified outhouse or trench. But one bad experience was enough to sour Smolder on the idea of using them again.

 Toilets were strange objects, and as far as the dragon were concerned they unnerving with their design and function. That it seemed to be a matter of luck if they worked properly didn’t help matters.

All of this contributed to a fear of repeating that bad first experience. A fear that Smolder could only go so far to conceal. And a fear that she only felt comfortable telling Spike about on the condition that he not tell anyone.
> Enchanted Crystal Training (Princess Cadence)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was late one evening and Princess Cadence was quite frustrated as she was looking at Flurry Heart’s potty chart. Sighing to herself, she saw that it showed Flurry Heart’s progress on her potty training (which had begun about three months ago) and from the looks of things it wasn’t going so well. Almost every day on the calendar had a sticker indicating an accident of some sort, either wet or messy. The princess of love groaned in frustration. “Flurry really needs help. She needs somepony to be a role model for her.”

Shining scoffed. “Hey I already tried being her ‘potty pal’ and I'm not doing it again. It’s your turn, honey. We both agreed.”

Cadence sighed while showed the chart to Shining Armor. “Well, at this rate she’s going to be in diapers for a while. I’d rather not send her to preschool having accidents all the time. She’s sure to be laughed at and teased.”

Shining Armor gulped as he responded. “Right, don’t want that...Actually, I want to talk to you about something," The stallion then showed Cadence a big brown package with “Nanny De’Foal" printed on it. He explained, “This came in the mail the other day. It might help with our problem.”

The princess of love eyed the package and asked. “You think that it's for us? And who is this ‘Nanny De’Foal’?”

Shining blushed as he explained. "Well it's a long story but she used to foal sit me and Twilight too. And trust me, her methods are usually weird but they’re very effective.”

Cadence took the package into the hold of her magic and slowly opened it. When she did it revealed something quite odd, something called “potty kit”. Curiously she opened it and squealed in surprise! It had something called “Cady’s Potty Chart”, dozens of pull-ups with her crystal heart cutie mark printed on them, and a pink colored training potty. Then a light burst out from the box itself! It zapped her and she slowly regressed into a toddler. 

Shining Armor squealed as the surrounding room morphed, becoming a toddler’s room with the bed turning into a small one with rails, the closet was now filled with frilly dresses, and there was a chest full of plushies and toys. The prince was quite confused and stammered. “Wh-what's going on? What is the meaning of this?!”

A chubby, blue-coated earth pony mare then suddenly appeared in a puff of foal powder as she explained. “It’z obvious. You want to teach your daughter how to use ze potty? Well I think one of you needs to be an example. Zo Cady zhall be a big sister,” She turned to Shining Armor and cooed. “We did zomething zimilar to zhis with you when we potty trained Twilight.” 

The stallion blushed and whimpered. “You’re Nanny De’Foal aren’t you?” When the mare nodded he commented. “Yeah, I r...remember that. She didn’t have a lot of role models and our parents were really busy.”

Cadence looked over at her husband and exclaimed (in a high pitched voice. “Wait...you did this before?!”

Shining Armor nodded as he pushed his mane back and sighed. “Yeah, and I remember that it was really embarrassing. I made Twilight swear never to tell anypony.”

De’Foal snickered,.“Oh, zat was so cute when you were little, Zhining. You weren’t afraid of anything, not even ze big potty,” She then took Cadence by the hoof and lead her to the training potty as she explained the situation. “Now don’t worry, you’re only going to be a toddler until Flurry Heart iz potty trained.”

Cadence pouted and snapped. “That will take forever! I can’t be a toddler for months! Shining can’t run the empire all by himself!”

De’Foal waved a hoof and cooed. “Oh, don’t worry about that, you can ztill do your royal duties in your current ztate. Plus, I assure you zat zis will only be a few weeks at most. Trust me, I’m a pro at potty training,” She then plopped the little toddler princess on the pink training potty and cooed. “Now, I need to watch you go at least once, just to zee if ze training potty works.”

Cadence eyed the nanny. “What do you mean by that?” But then she squealed, feeling herself push a mess into the plastic potty with a loud plop. Shining burst into laughter as Cadence was stunned. “Bu...but I didn’t even need to go poo, how did that happen?!”

De’Foal clapped her hooves together and explained. “It’s zimple, if you don’t need to go ze potty will make you go provided zere is zomething in you to let out. So if you need to demonstrate for your daughter there won’t be any need of waiting. It also has another feature zat makes it convenient.”

Cadence watched the training potty clean itself instantly, making everything in it disappear as it flushed like a regular toilet. Then she squeaked as she plopped onto her bottom. 

“Ze training potty will not clean itzelf until you get off it, zo you won’t have to worry about emptying it. And if you zhould fall in you will just be teleported out zafely,” De’Foal explained and then chuckled as she took out a pair of pink pull-ups and carefully placed them on the princess’s bottom. “There, zome protection for you az your body iz younger and you have less control zen when you were an adult.”

De’Foal then took Cadence by the hoof and lead her to the potty training calendar from the kit. She placed a smiley face sticker on the day and explained. “Thiz potty chart iz alzo enchanted, az I can predetermine if you’re going to have accidents. Zat way you can be prepared to show Flurry what to do, even if you don’t make it. I will alzo do it if you mizbehave and give Shining a hard time.”

Cadence sighed while bouncing in her fresh pull-up. “That’s just wonderful. So I can have accidents without even knowing when they’ll happen?”

De’Foal nodded. “It zhant be too often. We want to make it as if you’re in potty training, az well it will make Flurry feel better if she sees you not making it to ze potty zometimes. Besides, most little ones do not always know when they need to go, zis shall make it more realistic.”

Shining smirked. “Oh this is going to be fun!”

De’Foal turned to Shining. “Oh it is! Do you wish to join az well?”

The stallion squeaked and stepped back. “I think I'll pass...I already did this before and I’d rather not do that again. Besides, somepony has to make sure little Cady makes it to her potty on time.” He delivered the last line with a wink.

Cadence was unsure if she wanted to continue doing this, but she was at the end of her rope over trying to potty train Flurry Heart. Every other method she’d thought of hadn’t worked. She sighed and reluctantly pulled her pull-up over her rump “Alright...um De’Foal? Would it be okay if you stay and help? Shiny and I have been trying for months to potty train Flurry with no luck. I’m not even sure if me being a toddler is gonna help.”

De’Foal gave the princess a pat on the head and cooed. “Of course I will ztay. Amd don’t you worry, we're going to get Flurry potty trained together. As Shiny will vouch, my methods always get results.” 





Cadence was quite nervous as she was taken to Flurry Heart’s nursery. She felt odd with her new pull-up between her legs making her have a cute waddle. As she made her way to Flurry Heart’s nursery she turned to see that her husband was snickering the entire time. 

They came into Flurry Heart’s nursery, the little alicorn foal resting in her crib. She turned with a surprised look and De’Foal raised a hoof as she cooed. “Hello little Flurry Heart. I am Nanny De’Foal and thiz iz your mommy. She’z going to teach you how to uze ze potty as a toddler.”

The toddler princess fluttered over to her mom with her mouth agape in awe, poked her mom’s pull-up and babbled. “Wow, she wearing a pull-up! Does tat mean she not potty trained too?”

Cadence blushed as she explained to her daughter. “Only a little bit, I’m still older than you.”

Flurry asked De’Foal. “Weww I two, how owd is Mama now? An”

De’Foal blushed and explained. “She’s four, zo she is older than you, but not by much.”

Cadence, feeling a little happier at that fact, proudly exclaimed! “See, I’m older! That means you still gotta listen to me!”

Flurry Heart giggled and babbled. “But ya stiww weaw pww-ups, tat means ya have accidents now.”

Cadence blushed as she scrunched the padding between her legs and whined. “So what?! I’m gonna go potty like a big pony! I’ll show ya!” The toddler waddled over to the training potty and tried to pull down her pull-up, but was struggling with the seams of her padding. She rolled her eyes and held up her hooves as she called out. “Can somepony help me get this pull-up off me?”

Shining Armor helped Princess Cadence pull her pull-up down and plopped her on the potty as she began peeing, and with a big smile on her face she raised the hooves and proclaimed. “See? I went potty like a big filly!”

Shining Armor dawwed and gave Cadence’s head a pat. “Good job, hon. You’re just so cute!” He helped clean up his wife’s bottom as the training potty cleaned itself, and then pulled the pull-up back up her rump. “Alright, well I think it’s time for the little ones to go to bed. You two will have plenty of time to play together tomorrow.”

Flurry flew over and hugged her mom. “Night night, Mama. Twy to stay dwy tonight.”

Cadence blushed as she whimpered. “Uh...y...yeah, I don’t wet the bed!”

Nanny De’Foal blushed. “Well you’re a toddler now, and nighttime accidents may occur. It might be best if we put you in a diaper just for ze night. Once we know whether or not you wet ze bed, we can adjust your nighttime wear accordingly.”

Cadence sighed. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

They eventually got back to her new room and De’Foal helped strip Cadence of her padding, before helping her into a thick, dark blue nighttime diaper. “There, all ready for any accidents during ze night,” She then helped tuck the little filly under the covers and cooed. “Now, do you need anyzing else?”

Cadence blushed and shook her head. “No, I'm fine. Thanks though.”

De’Foal kissed Cadence on the forehead and cooed. “Have a nice night. And if you see Princess Luna, tell her I said hi.”

The filly blushed as she asked. “Did you foal sat my aunts Celestia and Luna!”

De’Foal nodded and replied. “Yes I did, zey were just wonderful little foals.”

 “W...who are you?” Cadence questioned the mare. “How could you have foalsat my aunts and been around to help me with Flurry?”

De’Foal shut the lights off, and placed a bright pink night light next to Cadence's bed as she cooed. “Just a nanny who loves taking care of foals. I go wherever I am needed.” She then slowly left them room and closed it as Cadence dug under the covers, feeling the thick diaper between her legs. 

The little princess felt so calm and secure despite the embarrassing nature of needing diapers, and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.





Princess Cadence grumbled irritably as she woke up the next day. She stretched her tiny limbs and yawned, then squeaked as she kicked about in her diaper hearing it squish. 

Shining blushed as he opened the door and whispered. “Morning Cady. Let’s get you to the potty, sweet heart.”

The filly fell back on her bed and gave a long sigh. “Ugh, I already peed in my diaper. Sorry.”

Shining helped the filly out of bed and started to change her out of her soggy pull-up (having gotten a lot of practice doing this when Twilight was in potty training) as he cooed. “Hey, its okay, Cadence. You’re a toddler now, sometimes a toddler’s bladder can be unpredictable. I think it’s something you’re going to just have to get used to. At least you didn’t do a number two, it was always unpleasant whenever Twily did it.”

The little princess sighed as her new pink pull-up was pulled over her freshly wiped rump, and then she was led off by Shining Armor through the halls. She looked around at the maids and guards who chuckled and ruffled her mane. Cadence was a bit irritable now, but she still followed Shining Armor to the royal dining room for breakfast.

Upon entering the dining room, Cadence sighed at having to toddle in her pink pull-up to the table. She stood over the breakfast table with cut up pancakes covered in syrup, and a whip cream smile with blueberries for the eyes. She continued to eat the pancakes with a blush on her face, seeing Flurry Heart in her highchair bouncing up and down with a big smile on her face. 

The princess ate the cut up pancakes begrudgingly (although they did taste good) getting it all over herself in the process. She sucked down her milk from a pink sippy cup. She then turned to see her daughter Flurry Heart doing a potty dance. Cadence squeaked as she held up a hoof and shouted. “Come, let’s go potty, Flurry!”

Cadence led her daughter to the training toilet and helped her plop on it. Flurry squeaked as she peed and held up her hooves while squealing! “Tis is awesome! See, Mom? I can use ta potty too!”

Cadence was quite surprised she was able to get her daughter to the potty without incident. Was it really that easy if she had somepony to emulate? 

Shining Armor came over with a smile, he had seen everything. “You did well for your first time, Flurry. Now Cady, I think it's your turn. Let’s wait for the potty to finish cleaning itself though”  

Cadence sighed as Shining assisted in pulling down her pull-up and placed her on the training potty next (after it was done flushing). The toddler alicorn blushed as she peed too and even pushed out another mess, hearing it plop down. 

De’Foal turned to Cadence. “Well, it looks like we're getting rezults.” She said with a wink. 





A few weeks went by in the blink of an eye, and Cadence seemed to have taught Flurry how to use the potty by herself. Flurry started having fewer and fewer accidents of either sort. 

However, Cadence felt as if she was losing control. She found herself wetting her bed more often and realizing that it was happening even on those days not set up for accidents. She spoke of this concern to Nanny De’Foal one morning. “De’Foal?”

De’Foal simply asked. “Yes, Cady? What iz it?”

Cadence blushed as she explained. “Um, I did notice a side effect with this. I think Flurry is potty trained enough to where I can go back to normal. But um...I think I maybe lost my potty training. I can’t remember the last time I made it to the potty since this began.”

De’Foal checked Cadence’s pull-up, finding it quite soggy. “Oh dear, zis was most unexpected. I didn't realize zat zere would be a zide effect. I’m so sorry! It looks as if you will have to undergo potty training anew.”

Cadence blushed more. “Great. Shiny is sure to get a kick out of this. He’ll probably make me do his famous diaper dance.”

Shining came trotting in with a big smile upon his face. “Oh, what an excellent idea, honey,” He floated over one of the night time diapers and some powder. “Maybe if you dance good enough for me, we can train you with the big potty. Don’t worry, I won’t let it eat you.”

Cadence just sighed as she saw the smirk upon her husband’s face. “Let’s get this over with.” She reluctantly grumbled.

“Don’t worry, only you, I, and Nanny De’Foal will see this. It’ll just be our little secret,” Shining winked as he removed Cadence’s pink pull-up, placed her in one of the night time diapers, and then poured a generous helping of foal powder into the back of it. “Go on, hon, we’re all watching.”

The toddler alicorn blushed and squealed as she shook about, trying to get the excess foal powder out! All the while she could hear the sound of cameras clicking, knowing for sure this was going to end in a photo album. “The things I do for love.” She thought to herself. But at least it would be worth it when she was back to normal and Flurry Heart was fully potty trained.
> Potty Paradox (Doctor Whooves)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dr. Whooves was hard at work in his not so secret laboratory. He didn’t care what all the naysayers told him, what all the “experts” had to say. He was going to invent time travel in a way that didn’t involve spells or ancient scrolls. A way that would be readily achievable for anypony who wanted to use it (as long as they knew how to operate a time machine anyway).

All sorts of electronic equipment lay strewn about the floor, half heartedly discarded without no fanfare. Science sometimes meant making a mess of things.

The inventor’s attention was currently fixated on a device similar to the one he’d shown off on at least two occasions. At first glance it looked like an ordinary chair with a couple of wires poking out, and a helmet you strapped onto your head. But if one looked closely, they would see a series of buttons and even a lever.

So maybe that didn’t exactly scream “time machine” but for a prototype it would be suitable. Dr. Whooves twisted a few bolts into position with a wrench, and then stepped back and wiped the sweat from his brows as he admired his work. “At last, I think I’ve got it!” He declared to himself. “After today I’ll prove everypony wrong! Time travel won’t just be a work of fiction, it’ll be a reality!”

Unfortunately there was one downside to be your own inventor, you had no one you could use to test your inventions. But if the stallion was at all worried about this he didn’t show it. “Oh well, I shall simply test it myself. And once I’m sure it works properly, I’ll be more than happy to present it to whoever wants it.” He declared.

The earth pony trotted forward, hopping into the chair and carefully pulling the helmet down. Once he was safely strapped in, he eyed the control panel and all its brightly colored, blinking buttons. “Now let’s see, what would be a suitable time period to use as a test?” He briefly pondered. “No telling yet whether it’s possible to change the future, so better not risk an event of great significance.”

After a little bit of pondering the scientist settled on an idea. “Ah, I know. I always did want to revisit my foalhood home. A trip to my past shouldn’t be too harmful. Just have to make sure my past and present self don’t meet.” He started punching in a date on the panel with the buttons. He didn’t have an exact day and time in mind.

Once he’d settled on a suitable time frame, Dr. Whooves pulled the lever and prepared to go back in time.

But that was when something unexpected happened. The machine ominously whirred and sputtered, sparks and smoke started to appear as the chair shook all about! Dr. Whooves felt his eyes slam shut, and was it his imagination or did he seem to be shrinking? It felt like he was getting smaller and smaller by the minute.





The experimental time machine finally stopped after what felt like an eternity. Dr. Whooves opened his eyes and immediately he could feel that something was different: He felt much smaller, and a lot chubbier. His hooves were little stubs.

“What happened?” He wondered out loud, surprised at how squeaky and high pitched his voice sounded. The chair now seemed to dangle off the ground, or maybe it was just his smaller stature. In either case, Dr. Whooves had to leap down from his time machine. A quick look around indicated that all the lab equipment was still there. Every machine was where it had been while he was fiddling around with his time machine. Not a single beaker or burner was out of place. And there was no way he’d ended up in a lab from the past that was just like his, his lab was one of a kind.It was only once the stallion had a chance to look in a nearby mirror that he realized what had happened.

Staring straight back at him was a pudgy, light brown coated earth pony foal. Said foal had eyes that were almost a baby blue in color, and a little wisp of dark brown for a mane and tail. “Great whickering stallions!” He cried. “The time machine must’ve malfunctioned! I must’ve regressed!”

There was worse to come as the foal saw what was strapped to him. Somehow he had completely overlooked it before, but now there was no mistaking the presence of a thick, white, poofy diaper that hugged his rear tightly. The tapes were light blue with a little brown patch that had an hourglass inside of them. But more strangely was that printed all over the padding were numbers on a clock. And two hands appeared to on it as well and were moving.

At a couple of points on the diaper, where there would be a number on a clock there was instead either a storm cloud (complete with a cartoon lightning bolt) or stink lines (also cartoonish). Sometimes they even overlapped.

Dr. Whooves poked at the padding. “I’ve never seen diapers like these. What could they possibly mean?” He wondered aloud.

As if in answer to his question the clock hands on the diaper moved. The foal noticing that they were moving close to the storm cloud where the three should be. As they got closer he felt a twinge in his bladder, and it increased in intensity as the clock hands crept ever closer.

The regression hadn’t taken away his mental powers, the regressed scientist knew what that meant. “The storm clouds must mean I have to go pee. And the stink lines must mean I have to go poo,” He thought to himself. “Great whickering stallions! I need to find a bathroom, now!” Of course, he could’ve just used his diaper. But he hadn’t seen anypony around, or any traces of a nursery. Besides, something in his mind told him that a “big colt” didn’t wet or mess themselves.





Dr. Whooves slowly crawled his way up the stairs. Were his diapers always this big as a foal? Or maybe this was just what foals today wore?

Well it didn’t matter either way, right now the chubby little earth pony was determined to get up the stairs. He wished more than anything he had install a bathroom on the same floor as the lab. It was probably inviting accidents to happen if he had to constantly go up and down the stairs to find one. Not just lab accidents but accidents of a particularly… messy nature.

At last his pudgy little hooves grasped the top step and with a series of shimmies he was able to pull himself up. “No time to catch my breath, I must find that bathroom!” He mentally reminded himself. The clock hands on his diaper were almost directly over the storm cloud and his bladder was screaming for release!

Dr. Whooves frantically waddled his way down the hall, reaching the bathroom with what felt like mere seconds to spare! Never in all his life was he more relieved to find the door open! His joy didn’t last too long though, as he saw that there wasn’t a toilet anywhere in sight. Only a plastic toddler potty was there to greet him.

The scientist sighed. “It’s probably better to use a potty anyway. It’d be hard to get onto a toilet in my current state.” He rushed over to the potty, waiting until his rump was hovering right over it before he tried to yank off the tabs, but they kept slipping!

“Come on! Come on!” Dr. Whooves frantically whimpered as he could see the clock hands start to move over the storm cloud and his bladder felt like it was going to burst! Since his hooves weren’t working, he decided to try using his teeth. The taste of the padding in his mouth was not pleasant, but it did the trick. The tabs were undone and he tossed the padding aside!

He didn’t even have time to sit down though as his bladder instantly started releasing. The little earth pony just relaxed, letting it all flow out as he tinkled into the bowl. For some reason he felt much prouder of himself for having made it this time. But that still left the dilemma of figuring how out he was going to get everything back to normal. He certainly couldn’t stay a potty training toddler forever. Could he?
> From Foal to Fiend (Cozy Glow)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“She’s getting to be that age.” A worried mare said to her husband.

“I know,” The stallion replied with reluctance. “But it covers the ‘you know what’.”

The orange-eyed pegasus mare looked to her daughter. She was so innocent and adorable, just babbling on about how she was ‘best pony’ and how ‘everypony loves me because I’m so cute!’

“Shucks,” The pegasus father with purple eyes stated. “She’s just so gosh-darn cute! If only she didn’t have that ‘mark’.”

The velvet coated pegasus mare sighed. “I just knew something was wrong,” She remarked to her orange-coated husband. “That’s why I thought it best we find a simple place outside of Ponyville in the event bringing Cozy into the world may not go as well as it’s supposed to.” Tears started to form in her eyes as she watched her daughter continue to talk merrily about how she was going to always be loved and be best pony, and how Mom and Dad said she was special and how she’d have everything she ever wanted.

“It’s not your fault,” The stallion assured his wife while putting a wing around her. “She may be ‘different’ but she’s as cute as a button.”

“Momma,” Cozy greeted as her scarlet-colored eyes looked up towards her parents while she shuffled over to them. “Dada.”

Mrs. Glow quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and bent down to face her daughter. “Yes, Cozy?” She asked. “What can I do for adorable little you?”

Both parents watched as a distant expression formed on their daughter’s face, which soon brought about the tell-tale sounds of a diaper being filled. “I go potty!” Cozy cheered. “Now you change me.”





Mr. and Mrs. Glow were both very different pegasi. They’d both struggled in school, had a very hard time making friends, and never seemed able to quite ‘fit in’ with everypony else in Cloudsdale. About the only thing that seemed to go right was finding each other and knowing they could relate together far more than with even their own families.

Worried for their foals, both families helped the pair to find a simple home to live in outside of Ponyville. Neither could quite grasp what was being taught about being a ‘working pegasus’ but Glowbright Sun and Daybreak Dream did have talents they could do quite successfully on the ground.

Glowbright was a very meticulous mathematician when working with non-numeric problems. If given a bag of seeds, he could quickly go about making sure each one was planted in exactly the right spot with precisely the right amount of soil, along with ensuring it was cared for even more efficiently than an earth pony farmer could.

Dawnbreak Dream was great with smells and colors. She knew almost every flower’s color, scent, and when the right time was to harvest them for making beautiful floral arrangements, wreaths, etc.

One thing both had been confused about, but never really got worried about, was how they felt so ‘happy’ together and why their ‘horse play’ was not something that should be done anywhere but in the privacy of their home.

One day though, Daybreak woke up and felt rather funny. Glowbright was worried and went to find his family for help figuring out what was wrong with his wife. He would have gone to a doctor but he was told to ask his family first if he was unsure of anything. It was at this time it was learned that Daybreak was pregnant.

Said pregnancy was kept a secret from every pony. Daybreak wore fancy dresses to hide her ‘big tummy’ and Glowbright spent more time doing the flower deliveries to those ponies who’d hire him and his wife for their uniquely-made arrangements.

Both families were present when Daybreak gave birth to a foal. However both were aghast when the newborn foal arrived with a cutie mark already imprinted onto her flank. Fortunately, buying slightly-larger sized diapers helped to hide this bizarre chess piece marking. What it didn’t hide was the foal’s seemingly insatiable need for attention.

Both Daybreak and Glowbright tried to do the normal parent things of letting their daughter, Cozy Glow, work towards being okay if left to herself for short periods of time. However it just wasn’t working and little Cozy would always end up being with one or both parents every minute of every day.

The struggling parents did try taking their daughter to play groups but she would throw quite the tantrum and lash out against anypony who didn’t see things her way. Eventually this resulted in Glowbright and Daybreak just keeping her home as they tried all they could to get their daughter to not be so needy.





“Ponies are going to ask why she’s still in diapers,” Daybreak remarked while Cozy beamed cheerfully up at her mom, who went about cleaning her daughter up and placing a new diaper on her. “You don’t like wearing diapers and making messes, do you, my lil’ Glow Worm?” She asked her daughter.

“Like Mommy and Daddy with me,” Cozy cooed. “Diapers make Mommy and Daddy spend special time with Cozy.”

Glowbright let out a sigh as he picked up his daughter and held her close. “But we would be with you lots-and-lots,” He told. “Learning how to use the potty means you get all sorts of great attention from Mommy and Daddy for being a big filly and not making messes in your diapers.”

Cozy giggled in her father’s hooves. “But diaper makes Cozy cute!” She cried. “Foal get lots of attention and I no want to lose attention.”

The parents stared at each other. Cozy Glow was now getting close to being four years old and the diapers had to come off if they were to have any hope of getting her into school.

“I have an idea,” Daybreak suggested with a wide smile. “How about your daddy and I show you how to be cute without dirty diapers?”

Cozy appeared confused. “How?” She asked. “No want to lose friends, love, and no want to lose attention.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetie,” Glowbright added. “Your mommy and I will make sure you’re always getting lots and lots of love!”

Cozy giggled as she kicked about merrily. Her scarlet eyes filled with delight as her blue pigtails dangled adorably down her pink-colored fur.

So it came to be that Cozy would be given special treats for not using her diapers. This stemmed from her dad remembering all the things he knew to be cute from when he was little. “Golly-gee, Cozy!” He cheered when she succeeded in using the special chamber pot they had acquired just for her. “You know who’s adorably smart? You are!”

“Yay!” Cozy cheered. “Gee, golly cute is me!”

“And don’t you forget it!” Her father proclaimed as he helped to clean her up. “Soon you’ll be more swell than those icky, yucky diapers!”

“And what about my oh so adorable hair, Daddy?” Cozy asked while putting a hoof to her curls. “You like my hair, right?”

Her dad glowed with pride. “Your sweet-sweet mom knows how to make you irresistibly sweeter than plum pudding!” he announced. “Nopony will be able to resist our little glow worm!”

Cozy Glow cheered upon receiving such an immense amount of praise. So long as she got the praise she had no desire to use her diapers. 

The trouble was that whenever she felt ignored, she’d waste no time in making a mess of herself until her mom and/or dad was forced to pay her every last ounce of attention they could spare.





“Being a parent is hard,” Glowbright said as he carried a sleeping Cozy Glow in his hooves one day. “Do you think we are doing something gosh-golly wrong, Dreamy?”

The mare thought about this for a moment. “No,” She replied with a shake of her head. “We can’t put her into one of those schools again. They’d be so mean and I don’t want our daughter being bullied like we were for being ‘different’.”

Glowbright sighed. “Maybe she wouldn’t be teased?” He considered. “We need more time to work on our business, and Cozy needs to learn from somepony who can show her what we were never able to understand.”

“No,” Daybreak stubbornly persisted. “You remember when those other parents caught a glimpse of that cutie mark on her flank? If we didn’t say that we painted it on for her for a chess game we were playing they would’ve never stopped trying to hide their foals from us.”

Glowbright sighed. “Then what do you propose we do?” He asked. “We can’t just keep her trapped in the house forever.”

“Momma!” Cozy cried. “Let me see other ponies. I want to be loved even more!”

Dawnbreak glared at her husband. “Well…” She trailed off while giving her daughter a forced smile. “We’ll give it a try

The small preschool close to the home of the Glow family seemed like a great place to start. There was a great foal-to-teacher ratio and it would serve as the perfect test space for Cozy Glow to learn and make friends of her own.

Unfortunately Cozy’s personality soon came into conflict with the other foals in the school.

“Why you not share?” A unicorn foal asked her. “Sharing is caring.”

Only if you play with me!” Cozy announced. “I make rules!”

Then there was the trouble with the chamber pots.

“I gotta’go potty!” A freshly out of diapers colt cheered.

“No!” Cozy Glow protested. “I need potty first!” And she plowed past the colt without a second thought.

By this time the caretakers were on to Cozy Glow’s antics and made sure she didn’t bully the younger kids in her class. This, of course made the socially awkward filly very upset, and she made no effort not to make a mess right in front of those who denied her what was hers.

So yet again it was back to diapers. This got colts and fillies to tease Cozy quite a bit. At least until she made every effort to sabotage their ability to make it to the chamber pots on time. What Cozy didn’t plan on was being found out by the caretakers.

“You need a time out, little filly!” They scolded upon catching her in the act of trying to hide the key to the bathroom where the chamber pots were kept.

“But I’m cute!” Cozy protested. “You must love me like Mommy and Daddy!”

The caretakers would have none of it, so placed her in the ‘Time out’ corner where she promptly forced herself to use her diapers to get even with those who would deny her what she wanted. Negative attention was as good as positive for how it most frequently got her out of ‘Time Out to prevent a painful rash from developing.

It was a terrible day when the preschool told Mr. and Mrs. Glow that they were not going to deal with their daughter anymore. “She needs discipline,” The caretaekrs warned the parents. “Get her under control and we’ll be happy to have her back.”





Years passed and there was no longer any need to cover Cozy’s cutie mark due to how she was at an age where having one was acceptable. However it was always hard to explain how she got it without stating the cover story that it had just happened while playing a game of chess with her parents.

“We just can’t keep sheltering her like this,” Cozy’s mother finally gave in. “Our daughter deserves an education. She deserves all the opportunities we never had. She deserves friends!”

Glowbright nodded in agreement. “I’m with you, Dreamy,” He replied. “I think I know just the place, too!”

“Where?” Daybreak inquired with a look of surprise. “Some place that will actually give our Cozy Glow a chance?”

Glowbright smiled wide as he showed his wife a letter of acceptance for Cozy Glow to attend Princess Twilight’s School Of Friendship. “The Princess Of Friendship will surely be able to help our daughter where no one lelse has even tried,” He beamed. “What do you say?”

Daybreak looked at the paperwork and worried about how Cozy would need to stay in a dormitory away from the safety of home. “I don’t know,” She worriedly remarked. “What if what happened back in preschool happens again?”

“It won’t,” The stallion reassured his wife. “Cozy has been getting better at showing she can handle herself. We’ve built up her self confidence to the point where nopony will ever take it away from her.”

“Yeah, Mom!” Cozy glowed with the cutest expression a filly could ever give. “I’ve been doing a whole lot of reading and it seems so swell to be a part of Twilight’s School Of Friendship! Golly, after reading so much about Twilight and her friends, I just know I’ll be everypony’s best friend!”

The mother looked to her husband and back to her daughter. “Are you sure?” She asked her daughter. “Do you think you can be away from Mommy and Daddy for so long?”

Cozy put on a very strong pose. “Geepers, Mom,” sSe said in a very calm and adorable tone. “I’ll show those ponies how you are the best parents ever! Golly, I’ll show how it is not nice to ever make anypony feel like they don’t belong because of being different.”

Daybreak was taken aback by her daughter’s self-confidence. Cozy was certainly a lot more confident than she or even Glowbright were while they were of school age. “Alright,” She smiled at her daughter. “You can go.”

Cozy went about flying about the house. “Oh, yay!” She cheered. “I can’t wait to be everyone’s friend! Everyone is going to love me and it’s going to be gosh-golly great!”

Her father smiled. He remembered a lot of things from his childhood that were super-cute and made sure to teach his daughter everything he knew about being sweet as sugar. Her mom spent time giving Cozy her mane curls that made her look more precious than any doll could ever hope to be. Both parents knew of how appearances were always important and wanted their daughter to be able to disarm anypony through her charms. Charm, confidence, and charisma always seemed to work in books about lonely ponies in search of understanding.

“I can’t wait to learn the Magic of Friendship!” Cozy cheered as she snuggled into her mother’s embrace. “Then I’ll make sure everypony knows how wonderful you both are as parents and how I’m the friend they’ve always wanted!”

And so after kisses and hugs goodbye, Cozy made her way into The School of Friendship. Her mind set on not letting anypony miss out on her being their best friend ever. It was her right. It was her destiny. It was what would redeem her parents who she knew had been hidden away, and Cozy was not going to ever let anyone or anything keep her from her goal: Of being right up there with The Princess Of Friendship.
> A Nightmare's Dilemma (Nightmare Moon)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“This is payback for our banishment!” A defiant Princess Luna shouted as she let herself be swept up by the rapidly spinning, draining waters of the toilet! It kind of felt like being on a water slide with how fast she was moving, especially once the water pulled her down the drain at the bottom of the toilet and swept her into the pipes!

The downward journey soon turned out to be anything but fun for the regressed princess of the night, though. The pipes were clearly not meant for a foal, they were dark and enclosed, and the cold feeling of lead made Luna uncomfortable. She couldn’t see where she was going, until suddenly a light appeared ahead! Without warning she tumbled forward into it, barely thinking to light up her horn in time to cast herself in a protective bubble. Said bubble shielded her from landing face first in murky water.

But it still burst upon impact, Luna landed rump first with a splash. She had to plug her nose when a foul stench reached her nostrils. “This smells worse than when we had our accident this morning,” She gagged. “Is this the sewers that our sister was talking about?”

Well, it didn’t seem like there was anything around to tell for sure. But for little Luna the stench was awful! It smelt like the royal chamber pots of old when they were full and needed to be emptied out. Was this where ponies bodily wastes ended up these days? In a damp, dark, disgusting place such as this? The regressed princess couldn’t help but think to herself as she slowly waddled along. “Tis worse than being imprisoned on the moon for a thousand years. Why did we think this was good? Our sister shalt no doubt force us to be bathed, assuming we ever find our way out of this place.”

So the foal trotted along, her little legs submerged in the murky waters of the sewer in all its dimly let, unholy glory. She didn’t really know where she was or where she was going, she was just looking for any kind of light that might signal a way out. In the meantime, as she trotted along, Luna couldn’t help but think back. Back to her time on the moon when Nightmare Moon had been in control, and Luna herself had laid dormant, a prisoner in her own body.





Nightmare Moon landed face first in one of the craters of the moon as the rainbow beam that had carried her all the way there faded. She immediately stood up and growled, dusting herself off as she took in her surroundings. “That cursed Celestia! There’s no way she should’ve been able to weild those Elements of Harmony without her sister!” She growled. “Well, I’ll teach her a lesson she’ll never forget! I’ll make her rue the day she ever heard the name: Nightmare Moon!”

But then suddenly the mare of darkness felt a warm sensation beneath her. She looked down and nearly gasped in horror at the huge puddle forming under her hind legs! “Gah! What is the meaning of this?!” She shrieked in horror.

From inside, a frail and weak voice squeaked out. “S-sorry, we did not mean to. But we were frightened and forgot to visit the royal lavatory earlier.”

Nightmare Moon groaned. “Great!” She sarcastically declared. “Little Luna is a bed wetter. How unfortunate, had I known I would’ve never taken control of you. What kind of foal can’t control their own bladder?”

“We are not a bed wetter! We have not wet the bed since we were five!” The voice from inside squeaked out.

Nightmare Moon just sighed and hissed. “Well there is a slight problem, Little Luna. There are no chamber pots or other devices anywhere on the moon. And neither is there a lavatory of any sort. So it seems we will need to… unfortunately… improvise.”

But just then, something thudded down from the sky and hit the mare of darkness on the tip of her horn. She bent down to examine it, discovering it to be some kind of brightly decorated vase that had little moons and stars printed all over it. Attached to it was some kind of paper, along with a note and a bow.

Nightmare Moon lit up her horn, carefully examining the attached note. It read:

To my dear little sister,

I know a part of you is still inside that wicked Nightmare Moon, which is why I have banished you to the moon for a thousand years. I will not rest until I find ponies who can wield the Elements of Harmony and free you from the dark forces that have taken control of you in body, mind, and spirit.

In the meantime, I thought I’d take the liberty of providing you with a few ‘essentials’. Among them is your old chamber pot, carefully preserved, and some material with which to clean yourself up after you’re done. I shall provide other ‘essentials’ on an as needed basis.[

I pray that these thousand years pass swiftly, so that we may be re-united!

Sincerely,

Your loving big sister, Celestia

Nightmare Moon let out a cackle. “Oh, isn’t that just preacious? Even after you sided with me and tried to bring about eternal night, your sister still cares about you. How sickeningly sweet,” Then she picked up the chamber pot and the paper. “Still, I shall be most grateful to her for this gift. It shall surely beat depending on craters for our business.”

“Then may we try it out?” The voice of Luna inquired from within. “Our dinner shalt have been digested by now and ready to come out.”

“You’d better not try any tricks, little Luna,” Nightmare Moon warned as she set the chamber pot down and carefully climbed onto it. It seeemed like it could barely hold her weight. “Or else I’ll leave you stranded here and take over a host that is properly pot trained.” The mare subsequently relaxed as her body relieved itself almost involuntarily.





After wiping, Nightmare Moon got off the chamber pot and briefly wondered how she was going to empty it out. But then she saw it disappear in a flash and a smirk formed on her face. “I see. That goody two horseshoes princess is taking care of it. How kind of her to do the dirty deeds herself. Perhaps these thousand years of banishment won’t be all bad.”

Just then, something else teleported into Nightmare Moon’s vision. It looked like some kind of package which was brightly colored and had cartoon images printed on it. The label read: Silly Filly Nighttime Diapers: For Keeping Thy Bed Sheets Dry. The mare of darkness ripped open the package and took into her hooves a strange, crinkly, almost triangle shaped object. It felt soft to the touch.

The voice of Luna fondly exclaimed! “Huzzah! Mine sister has come through again! With these I shalt not fear my bouts of nightly incontinence!”

Nightmare Moon growled. “I thought you said you hadn’t wet the bed since you were five, Luna. Have you been neglecting your pot training?”

The voice of Luna gulped. “W-well, tis half true. I still do not always make it to mine chamber pot at night, so I wear what is called ‘protection’. Tis better than leaving a stain on the sheets and having to wash them. The whole kingdom wouldst surely mock us if they knew.”

Nightmare Moon simply sighed as she reluctantly took hold of the diaper. “Well, we’ll have to try and work on that. After all, we’re going to be staying up all night long quite often. If we indeed only have a thousand years to spend, we must make sure we’re prepared for when the banishment ends and we must face our beloved subjects again. They’ll never take a pony seriously who piddles herself and has to wear undergarments meant for foals.”

The voice of Luna couldn’t help but snicker. “I think the little ones wouldst greatly benefit from knowing that even a princess sometimes needs diapers.”

But the mare of darkness only growled and warned. “Luna, if you keep that up not only will I not teach you how to hold it, but I’ll start intentionally having accidents and then relinquish control to you when it is time to clean up. After all, your sister also procured changing supplies just in case.”

The voice of Luna gulped again. “No, please, do not take away my pot training! We shalst not make thou again, we wilst cooperate with thou if thou agrees to help us gain the self control needed.”

Nightmare Moon smiled, even as she used her magic to unfold the diaper and clumsily put it on over her rump. “Very well then, Luna. But just be safe, these diapers are staying on until further notice. Now then,” She dug a hoof into one of the craters, carving out some kind of rectangle. “This shall be your potty chart, little Lulu. For each night that you successfully make it to your pot, I shall give you a star. Like this,” She made a star in the first square of the rectangle. “But for every night that you fail, I shall give you a frowny face. Get too many frowny faces and there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

Weakly, the voice of Luna whimpered. “Y-yes, thou is quite thorough in thy explanation.”

The mare of darkness flashed a rather toothy smile. “Excellent. Glad we could come to an understanding. I have the feeling this will be the start of a fantastic partnership.”





The flashback ended suddenly as Luna’s eyes caught sight of what appeared to be light streaming down from above. And a frantic voice was calling out! “Luna! Luna, are you there?! Please, yell if you can hear me!”

Luna blinked. “Sister, is that thy voice we hear?” She called. A moment later, she found herself being swept up in the glow of her sister’s magic and pulled free of the sewers!

Celestia all but hugged her sister right then and there! “Oh Luna, thank goodness! When you got flushed down the drain I had feared the worst! Please dont ever scare me like that again!”

Luna just apologized. “We arst sorry, sister. We thought it would be funny. But having had time to think we realize that we were wrong. Thou still looked out for us even while we werest imprisoned on the moon, though it was Nightmare Moon who taught us how to avoid accidents like the one we suffered last night.”

The sun princess just smiled and warmly (and motherly) reassured her sister. “It’s okay, Luna. You’re not used to being in your little body again. That’s probably why you wet the bed. In time, with proper training, you’ll outgrow it.”

“Does thou mean it, sister?” Luna hopefully inquired, not wanting to endure the shame of wet sheets and the possibility of others finding out.

Celestia nodded happily, before she plugged her nose at the foul stench coming from her sister. It smelt worse than a dirty diaper. “Well, you need a bath, you stink!” She declared while fanning her nose with a hoof. “And to avoid any further ‘accidents’ like this I’ll be moving your training potty to your bedroom. You will only be allowed access to the bathroom with a trained servant or myself. And if I have to, I’ll lock up the toilet so you can’t flush yourself down it again. Do I make myself clear, sister?!”

The younger alicorn gulped and shuddered. “Yes, sister! Thou was most clear, we shan’t again attempt this ‘flush’. And clearly we shan’t have need of the toilet until we arst back to normal.”

Celestia promptly surrounded her sister in a magic bubble, not wanting to even think about what Luna might have come into contact with. “Good. Now let’s get you back to the castle and cleaned up before anypony spots us.”
> Sombra's Potion Problem (Sombra)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Countless beakers, flasks, and vials littered the table. The contents within them unknown, except to the lone man who currently eyed them with varying degrees of excitement and worry. He had skin almost as dark as night, or soot from a chimney, and eyes almost blood red. Most knew him as Sombra, the former principal and science teacher of Crystal Prep.

He had left his post not long after Abacus Cinch was appointed the new head of Crystal Prep, largely because many students found him “scary” for lack of a better term. Rumors spread that he had conducted illegal and dangerous experiments in the school’s lab, and his tenure was not unlike a foreign dictatorship where disobedience of any sort was not tolerated.

Those rumors weren’t true in the slightest, but Sombra hadn’t cared. He soon found that his scientific skills were in high demand in the private sector. Clients would often come to him, offering him huge sums of money up front to conduct experiments on their behalf. And he was in the middle of his most unorthodox experiment of all time.

His client (or clients, he couldn’t be sure) had anonymously contacted him with a request that he would’ve turned down in an instant if not for two factors: The existence of bizarre events that defied all scientific explanation, and the considerable amount of money he was being paid. The request was simple, the client wanted a potion that could cure incontinence.

As he’d never had children of his own and neither had he worked with any incontinent students, Sombra had consulted as many books and scholarly articles on the subject as he could find. It wouldn’t be easy to develop a cure, but the challenge and the reward it offered was far too great for the ex-professor to turn down.

But working alone could have its disadvantages. One of them was that Sombra had no one he could test his potions on besides himself. So he was now eyeing his crafted concoction, while re-reading the many notes he’d written for himself.

“If my calculations are indeed correct, and I’m certain they are ninety nine percent correct,” Sombra said to himself as he looked at the ominously bubbling, sickly green colored potion on his desk. “Then this potion should hold the cure. Even a newborn would instantly obtain the self control needed for potty training.”

But how was he going to test his hypothesis? He wasn’t incontinent, and his client would not accept an untested potion.

But then suddenly the potion started to bubble over, threatening to explode! Without even thinking, Sombra dashed forward and grabbed the vial! It was no surprise that some of the liquid got onto his hand! Almost instantly, he felt something wash over him almost like a wave. He lost his grip and dropped the vial, watching as months of work fell to the floor and spilled out from the shattered vial! He couldn’t worry about that though, something far more pressing was taking hold of him!

Everything around him suddenly began to grow bigger. No, that wasn’t right, he was clearly shrinking! “What?! No! No! This can’t be happening!” He gasped in horror but couldn’t stop the transformation. In a matter of seconds he had shrunk in height to the size of a toddler. His lab coat had been replaced by a toddler sized button t-shirt, his jeans had turned into an adorable green onesie. But worst of all, wrapped firmly around his rear in a tight, hugging fashion was a diaper. He couldn’t see it through the onesie, but he could feel it pushing his legs apart.

The now toddler Sombra fell to the floor as his legs wobbled, his diaper acting like a cushion for his bottom when he landed.





It took but a moment for Sombra to adjust to his surroundings in his shrunken state. “Well, this is a challenge,” He commented to himself. “I must find a way to return to my normal size! No one will ever believe a toddler could do the things I do.”

However, a more pressing urge presented itself to the adult minded toddler at that moment. An urge he was only faintly aware of before it was too late. In vain he attempted to cross his legs, before his bladder released and a faint hissing sound could be heard. He could feel his diaper getting wetter by the second, and nothing he tried could get his body to stop.

Sombra growled as he turned his attention to a bathroom just across the hall, grateful he’d had the foresight to leave the door open. “I hadn’t planned on a bathroom break so soon, but it seems I don’t have a choice,” He said to himself. “At least maybe I’ll be able to tell if the potion still works as intended.”

With his swollen, soggy diaper pushing his legs apart even further it was quite difficult for Sombra to make the trek across the hall to the bathroom. Somehow he managed though, reaching the bathroom just as his bladder had finally emptied itself completely. Miraculously, the padding between his legs had absorbed every drop without leaking.

Yet as Sombra made his way into the bathroom, a new problem presented itself to him: The toilet itself. Given his current size getting up onto the toilet seat would be difficult. And there was no step stool or toddler seat anywhere to help him.

So he no had little choice but to use the packages of toilet paper rolls he kept beneath the sink as a makeshift staircase. After he clumsily undid his onesie and ripped off his diaper with his pudgy little hands, he’d put it in the trash later.

The makeshift staircase held, just barely, as he climbed up it and reached the lip of the toilet seat. Pulling himself onto it was a herculean effort. He managed, somehow, impressed that he was able to retain control of his bowels. But when Sombra finally placed himself upon the toilet seat, he found that his body couldn’t balance on it very well. Without any handles he risked falling onto the hard tiled floor, or into the toilet bowl and possibly flushed down the drain. Reluctantly, he climbed back down not wanting to risk hurting himself.

“I have to make adjustments to account for my set-back. And I’ll have to inform my clients that the potty training potion is unreliable. Assuming I find a way to contact them again.” Sombra thought to himself before looking down at his discarded diaper. He would have to find some sort of replacement for it to avoid staining the floors in the event of future “accidents”. 
> Seapony Secrets (Terramar)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ooh! Do you really think he’s ready, Mom?!” Silverstream excitedly inquired while swimming all about her home. Her mom, Ocean Flow, was busy with Terramar, Silverstream’s oh so adorable baby brother. One of the downsides to living underwater was that despite what one might think, it wasn’t acceptable to just “go” anywhere at anytime. There were certain customs and behavioral patterns that even young ones had to be taught. And until they learned what they were they were required to wear what little ones on the surface wore, diapers.

Now, regular old cloth diapers wouldn’t work underwater. The first seaponies to try it had learned the hard way that salt water and cloth diapers most definitely don’t mix. But the seaponies were nothing if not resourceful. Since they couldn’t depend on going up to the surface all the time to do their business (Queen Novo had strictly forbidden contact of any sort with the surface world), they quickly learned how to fashion their own diapers out of seaweed and leaves. Some even used shells or the occasional clam to give their diapers personal style.

Silverstream had been one of the lucky few who got to have those special diapers, the ones usually reserved for royalty. They’d been fin-me-downs from her cousin, Skystar. And when Silverstream had outgrown the need for them they’d been given to Terramar, whom Ocean Flow had taken to calling “My Little Pearl”. Having gotten used to seapony ways much faster than her husband, she took to raising him like she had her daughter.

And now, finally, Ocean Flow was considering the possibility that Terramar might be ready for potty training. Mind you, potty training for seaponies was vastly different from how land creatures did it. As lots of older seaponies could attest it was not the easiest thing in the world to “go” one way when you were used to doing it another.

But Terramar was getting to the point where most seaponies his age had long since outgrown the need for diapers. Ocean Flow had been hesitant to get him out of them though, largely because once he was free from them he wouldn’t need her as often and would be free to spend more time with his sister, his father, and even sometimes his cousin. Sky Beak had been quite insistent though. “The time has come. He can’t stay in those diapers forever.” He’d told his wife a few days ago, before he and some other seaponies had gone out on an expedition to bring back more fish oil and octopus ink.

So it was that Ocean Flow was changing Terramar’s diaper for what she believed would be the last time. Finally acknowledging her daughter’s question, she answered. “Well, your father seems to believe the time is right. Even your Aunt Novo’s been asking when I was going to get him out of diapers,” She sighed a bit. “It’s just, by the time you were out of them, Terramar needed them. But now that he’s not going to need them anymore, I’m starting to feel old.”

Silverstream floated towards her mother as she finished up the changing process. “Come on, Mom! You look great! Dad says you’re getting younger everyday,” Then she looked at Terramar. “It won’t be long now, baby brother. I can’t wait to teach you all the ins and outs of pottying the seapony way. You’re gonna love it!”

Terramar, however, was a little bit hesitant. From birth he had known a few things, one of them was the comfort and security that the diapers afforded him. “You think so, sis?” He questioned.

Silverstream nodded her head, watching as her brother was not put into a new diaper after the old one was tossed out. Instead, after being cleaned, he was helped up. He was now diaperless.

Ocean Flow explained. “Okay, Terramar. Silverstream is going to show you how big seaponies answer nature’s call.”

The pink coated seapony happily swam over to her brother, taking him by the fin. “Don’t you worry, lil’ Terri-Mary. Your big sis is gonna show you how much fun pottying can be! I’ll even teach you some tricks Cousin Skystar taught me,” She proceeded to swim out of her home with Terramar in tow. “Bye, Mom,” She called. “We’ll be back later.”

“Make sure you don’t get lost,” Ocean Flow warned. “And don’t give him any bad ideas. Please set a good example for him.”

Silverstream just waved a fin. “Relax, Mom. I’ll do just fine. I remember everything Cousin Skystar and Auntie Novo taught me.” And then she and Terramar swam away, although Terramar was hesitant to leave the comfort of his home.





It wasn’t long before the two seaponies had left the center of Seaquestria, swimming through the dimly lit ocean towards their kingdom’s outskirts. Terramar was a little bit nervous, even going so far as to salt himself a little bit. But he’d learned long ago that this was something seaponies did all the time, it was perfectly natural and the only time it was rude is if you did in front of another seapony (as opposed to excusing yourself to go off somewhere and do it).

Still, even as the ocean current tickled at him as it cleaned him up (carrying his salting bubble away), he couldn’t help but glance up toward his older sister and ask her. “Where we going? I not recognize this place.”

The elder seapony just smiled. “To the potty pool, Terramar. That’s where all seaponies go when they have to ‘go’.”

Terramar protested. “But I already salted.”

Silverstream shook her head. “Not that, the other thing. You know, the thing you used to wear diapers for.” She’d been taught it wasn’t polite to discuss outright what that something was.

Terramar seemed to process what his sister was telling him easily. But it didn’t ease his nerves. “I use potty pool for that?”

A nod confirmed Terramar suspicions as he and Silverstream approached the aforementioned “potty pool”. It was a small clearing near a coral reef with patches of seaweed and leaves lying around. There were lines on the seafloor that indicated where it began and ended. A couple of seaponies were there, but otherwise the pool was empty.

“Here we are!” Silverstream chittered! “This is where you have to come from now on whenever you need to…” She paused and snickered a bit. “Do your ‘duties’ as it were. Or you can just say number two, it’s funny either way.”

“What funny about it? It smelly and Mom have to change me when I do it.” Terramar blinked in confusion.

“Not anymore! Now you can do it all by yourself, and then you can clean up with either seaweed or leaves,” Silverstream explained to her brother as she gestured a fin to the aforementioned patches. “You can’t use anything else. Trust me, I once tried to use a coral reef, it was hard and it hurt like crazy. And the less said about sea anemone tentacles, the better.”

But Terramar still blinked. To be told that now he was to use this “pool” for the other thing he did was a strange and (understandably) foreign concept to him. “Is this what Mom and Dad use instead of diapers?” He thought to himself. “And how did we do it when we were hippogriffs?”

Silverstream could tell by the look on her brother’s face that he wasn’t exactly onboard with the idea of using the potty pool. Even though she was very energetic and easily distracted, she could pick up on things without others having to tell her. It was part of what you learned as a big sister.

And what kind of big sister would just leave their younger sibling in the dark? She could remember how it all seemed so confusing to her when she was the same age Terramar, until she’d seen it demonstrated to her by her cousin Skystar. And since Skystar wasn’t here, Silverstream could think of only one seapony who could demonstrate for Terramar.

“Don’t worry, lil’ Terri-Mary,” Silverstream cooed. “Just watch me. I’ll show you how to do it. Then you can try it. It’s easy!”





Terramar watched as his big sister swam out to an open spot near the edge of the pool, stopping just shy of the line on the seafloor. “The first thing you need to remember is to never go past this line,” Silverstream spoke up as she gestured a fin to said line. “Beyond it is the current that takes everything we do here away. If you go past the line you’ll get swept up by the current and carried away. They say no one’s ever been able to break free of it, and it’s a long swim back to Seaquestria. You should also know that the current can change sometimes, so you may have to change your ‘approach’ so that you aim in the right place. Auntie Novo wouldn’t be too happy if it all flowed back into Seaquestria.”

Terramar said nothing and just continued to keep his eyes on Silverstream. He wouldn’t have gone past the line anyway. He’d learned long ago that when grown-ups said not to do something they usually had a good reason for it. The only one he was still baffled by was his Aunt Novo’s degree that no seapony was to ever go up to the surface for any reason. But he knew better than to try it for fear of being found out and inevitably grounded.

“Okay, once you’ve found a good place and know where the current is flowing, the fun begins,” Silverstream explained. “You just let it all out and watch it flow away!” She proceeded to grunt and push, the morning breakfast of kelp fritters and seaweed cakes exiting her body in the process. If one were close enough an easily recognizable smell might have reached their nostrils, but Terramar was far enough away not to detect it.

Silverstream proceeded to use her tail, fanning her waste out past the line and towards the current. Then with a grin she added. “Don’t tell Mom I told you, but when you get really good at this you should try to aim your business at other targets. It’s kind of like a game, you get points depending on what you hit. Cousin Skystar and I do it all the time, and she always beats me. But then, she’s the one who taught me how to play it, so I guess she’s had more practice.”

Terramar giggled at the idea of doing something so naughty. It looked like there were plenty of targets to test him on too, he’d have to try and see what it was like. If his sister and his cousin both did it and the grown-ups didn’t mind, then it probably wasn’t something he wasn’t supposed to do. “Probably can’t do it in front of Mom.” He realized but didn’t say it out loud.

“Now, when you’re all done, you just wipe yourself up with either the seaweed or the leaves and then you’re done. The ocean cleans your fins off,” Silverstream explained as she grabbed some seaweed and used it to clean her tail and surrounding lower regions. “So, whaddya think, Terramar? Easy, right?”

Terramar fought back a gulp as he nodded. “I… guess so. I have to try it now?” He asked his sister.

“If you want to or feel you have to go. It’s okay if you don’t, you were just changed a little while ago. You just need to make sure to let someone know if you think you have to do what I did.” Silverstream explained.

But to the little seapony it seemed like such a waste to come all this way just to be told what he had to do from now on. There was no reason why he couldn’t at least make an attempt. His sister made it look so uncomplicated, and that game she’d told him about did sound fun. So it was that a very reluctant Terramar swam out a ways into the potty pool, though he stopped further back from the line than his sister as he was not quite as confident in his swimming abilities (and feared the possibility that he might drift too close to the current and be swept away).

It took a minute for his eyes to lock onto a visual sign of the flowing current, the direction in which the seaweed moved told him which way the current was currently flowing. Now came the tricky part. It was a good thing there didn’t seem to be any seaponies watching him (besides his sister of course but that was to be expected). Still, he found himself blushing as he shut his eyes and tried to do what he’d seen his sister do. He pushed and pushed and pushed, his face turning redder by the second as he did so! But it didn’t seem like anything was happening, nothing seemed to be coming out.

Silverstream watched with concern. “Terri-Marry, don’t try to force it! You might hurt yourself!” She swam towards him. “It’s okay if you don’t have to go. Sometimes even I think do, but really I just have to make a bubble and that’s it.”

Terramar reluctantly stopped pushing and opened his eyes. Just as he thought, nothing had come out.

Or so it seemed! Apparently, relaxing was what had been needed instead of force. The little seapony soon became aware of an all too familiar smell, and he looked down at himself to see that something was indeed coming out. He was doing just what his sister had done! He’d never felt so proud in his entire young life! “I did it, sis!” He cheered!

Silverstream (who had stopped a ways away upon seeing what was happening) clapped her fins in approval. “Well done, baby brother! I knew you could do it! Oh, Mom and Dad are gonna be so proud of you! Now remember what I taught you.”

Terramar didn’t need to be told twice, using his tail he carefully fanned his waste away from him. He missed the current, but he wasn’t aiming for it he’d been aiming for the coral reef. And he giggled in delight when he managed to hit his intended target. Then he bent down to grab some seaweed to wipe himself up. “That fun, sis!” He excitedly proclaimed.

Silverstream just smiled. “You bet it is, Terramar! Just wait until I tell Cousin Skystar about this! I think you might just be the seapony to give her a run for her money!”
> The Stork & The Mail Mare (Dinky)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Derpy Hooves, who was known also as ‘Muffins’, ‘Bubbles’, ‘Ditzy-Do’, and other such names, was the least likely mare any pony would believe could be a mother. However, despite having thought she had just eaten numerous batches of bad muffins, she was surprised to learn all the weight and sick feelings meant she was giving birth to a foal.

The Ponyville pediatrician opened the front door of his practice to find the mail mare appearing very confused as she stood frozen in plac,e holding out the mail meant for the doctor as a newborn foal now lay upon the ground. “I say,” He stated as calmly as he possibly could to not distress the already confused mail mare. “I think you must’ve met the stork on your way over here.”

Derpy felt relaxed enough to finish handing over the mail to the doctor after hearing this statement. “Really?” She asked. “But the stork delivers babies to mommies and daddies.”

The doctor remained calm and composed. “Well, my dear,” He said with a smile. “It would appear it is your turn to get a delivery from the stork.”

“Oh, wow!” The grey-coated pegasus chirped. “I’m a mommy!”

The pediatrician looked about to see if anypony was gawking at the scene. Fortunately there were no ponies around. “Okay, Derpy,” He calmly instructed. “Why don’t you bring your special delivery in, and we’ll get you both acquainted as mother and child?”

The wall-eyed pegasus looked to her mail satchel. “But I still have mail to deliver,” She protested. “Ponies get mad when they don’t get their mail on time.”

The pediatrician was amazed at how innocent and simple the yellow-maned pegasus was. “Tell you what, Derpy,” He informed the mare. “I’ll call the post office and let them know you have a doctor’s excuse to be off work to get time with your ‘special delivery’.”

“Really?” Derpy wondered as she was now admiring the foal that was trying to reach for her. “Who will deliver the mail while I’m off of work?”

The doctor laughed. “There’s always somepony,” He replied. “Now let’s get you in here so we can see what the stork delivered to you.”





Derpy found it very easy to bond with her daughter, who she named Dinky for how small she was. The bubbly mare also felt something in herself change as she looked into the normal-appearing eyes of her similarly appearing filly. Similar with the exception that she was a unicorn and not a pegasus. There was also her eyes being normal and the fact she was a baby and not a full-grown pony.

As Derpy and Dinky enjoyed their time together, Mayor Mare, the pediatrician, and some local representatives for child welfare went into a meeting on how to go forward. The discussion was focused on if Derpy was fit to be a mother. Mayor Mare remained neutral as the pediatrician argued how Ms. Hooves was showing signs of a fit mother as the child welfare department representatives countered with how some pony with Derpy’s ‘condition’ could successfully raise a foal.

The meeting got quite heated until Mayor Mare finally intervened. “I hear both parties and see how each has a good reason to believe their choice for Ms. Hooves child should be one in the child’s best interest,” She firmly declared. “So I propose a compromise. Henceforth, Ms. Derpy Hooves will retain custody of her daughter. But will, without being made aware of the role of child welfare, be appointed a ‘helper’ to take notes while assisting her in being a good parent. We shall then meet every month to discuss progress and update the arrangements if so deemed necessary.”

Both parties appeared pleased in this outcome and went about preparing for Derpy’s return to her humble home.





An independent party was hired to serve as a nanny/caretaker. Her name was Nixi and she was one of the best when it came to parenting strategies, child welfare, etc. None knew where she hailed from but she was always reachable through mailing to a special PO box within Ponyville’s post office.

Nixi was a unicorn mare who had white fur and a blue mane. She appeared a bit larger than the average mare, but nopony really gave it much thought. Most ponies only cared if she could help them with their foals while making solid decisions to ensure what was best for the little ones.





On the day of Derpy’s return from the hospital, Nixi made a solid effort of converting the pegasus’ small home into a warm, welcoming, and safe place for little Dinky. Some questioned her on how she could support helping a pegasus who had no knowledge of how ‘the stork’ happened to find her. However Nixi would calmly touch on how she had seen other situations that were as hard to believe and had her own sons whom ‘came to her’, and which she cared for. This could’ve been questioned further, but Nixi was known for using clever words to share her thoughts. Nopony would ever doubt what she did as a result of just how good she was at being a mother.

Derpy, for her part, was surprised at how much her home had changed since she had been away from it for over a week. “Oh, wow!” She awed. “It’s like a little nursery in here.”

“That it is, Derpy,” Nixi nodded. “Now how about we get Dinky into her crib so I can show you how everything works?”

“Okee!” Derpy sing-songed.





Derpy soon found it hard to leave her daughter’s side. She was even noticing her eyesight getting better, for she bumped into fewer-and-fewer things than she once did prior to her visit by ‘the stork’. 

Nixi was quick to pick up on this. “You’re an amazing pony, Ms. Hooves,” The white coated unicorn remarked while magically powering a bottle warmer. “I do believe the stork made a good choice when he delivered your bundle of joy.”

“You think?” The wall-eyed pegasus wondered. “I heard some ponies think I’m making up that the stork came and how this filly is mine.”

Nixi nuzzled against Derpy. “I guess we’ll just have to show them that miracles do happen,” She soothed. “But we still have some things to get used to before Dinky wakes up.”

“Okee!” Derpy beamed. She was definitely feeling ‘Bubbly’.





Time passed and Nixi had written very detailed reports on Derpy’s progress on being a mother. Some felt Nixi’s findings were all a work of fiction, but anyone who would be ‘casually invited over for dinner’ would see just how independent Ms. Hooves was in caring for her happy-go-lucky daughter (who was more than meeting her milestones). It seemed impossible but it was happening. And by Dinky’s first birthday, Nixi had officially signed and notarized a document that would prevent anypony from taking Dinky from her loving and caring mother.

“Ms. Hooves,” The unicorn beamed towards the wall-eyed pegasus who had her daughter safely harnessed in a travel chair upon her back. “I must go now to tend to some matters back in my home dim-err-hometown.”

“Oke.” The grey coated mare replied. Her mind was more on her daughter than Nixi’s words.

“Just know,” Nixi continued as she hoofed a small envelope to Derpy. “If you ever need anything, please deliver this to my PO box, and I’l come back to help as soon as I can.”

“Okee.” Derpy replied again as the playful babbling of Dinky was her current focus.

“Be well, Ms. Hooves.” Nixi declared as she headed out of the Hooves’ home and soon left.





Ponies were amazed over the following year. They noticed how Derpy brought Dinky everywhere she went. She even brought her daughter to work upon being reinstated to return. Most thought this was insanity for how often the mail mare was known for running into walls, posts, trees, etc. However this had now become more the exception than the rule for Derpy.

“Perhaps a miracle did happen?” Some ponies would openly declared as they’d see how the mother and daughter combo worked together in delivering the mail. Ms. Hooves could have easily found someone to foalsit while she was at work, but she wouldn’t have it. Dinky was her ‘special delivery’, her ‘little muffin’ and she felt more confident, appreciated, and loved when her baby unicorn was around.





All was going well until the pediatrician saw Dinky still in diapers after her fourth birthday. He pulled Derpy aside to discuss the matter with her. “Ms. Hooves,” He said as caringly as he could. “Your daughter is very bright. And smart unicorns like Dinky start going to school at around her age.”

“Oh, goody!” The bubbly mare chirped and clapped her hooves. “Does this mean I have to deliver some papers to City Hall to get her enrolled into school?”

The doctor seemed surprised at Ms. Hooves knowing of the procedure to get a child started on their education. However he soon realized that Derpy had learned a lot of how pony society worked from being a mail mare. “Yes,” He responded, knowing he should cease trying to talk down to Ms. Hooves. “But, has Dinky showed any interest in not being in diapers?”

Derpy thought about this for a bit. “No…,” She answered and trailed off. “We just say her diaper is like my mail bag and I get to find special deliveries in it that I clean up, just as Ms. Nixi taught me.”

Derpy than laughed. “Dinky’s a mail carrier in her own way,” She continued. “We call her diapers ‘mail bags’ and she lets me know when she is ready to deliver to the nearest ‘mail box’, which is actually a diaper pale but don’t tell her that.”

The doctor was impressed, yet again, on how Derpy’s childlike mind just found all sorts of ways to make positive things that other ponies would never be able to do in a similar situation. “Well,” He tried to continue. “Dinky can’t be making ‘deliveries’ when she’s at school.”

“Why not?” The mail mare asked with a baffled expression. “It’s not a problem if somepony changes her. And she’s always happy to play, and she is safe as a foal in diapers. Potty training was a difficult experience for me, I don’t want to make Dinky go through the same thing I went through.”

The doctor felt he was getting a little hint of what the bubbly mare’s past was like. Perhaps a part of her, without knowing it, was trying to protect her daughter from traumas that had happened to her when she was her child’s age?

Either way, the doctor knew that something had to be done. Ponies would start to take notice and would get suspicious. “Hey!” He announced. “What if we got Nixi back here to help you get Dinky happily out of diapers?”

“Okee.” Derpy replied as she didn’t really know what else to say. Plus, she did like Nixi and knew theuUnicorn cared about her and her daughter. If there was anypony who could help make the difficult aspects of parenthood easy, it was her.





“How are your boys, Ms. Nixi?” The mail mare asked as the unicorn went about creating an encouraging system for Dinky to get out of her diapers.

“Leon and Parker?” The unicorn beamed. “They’re doing great. They’re probably both back playing video games right now.”

Derpy’s eyes blinked. “What’s a video game?” She asked.

“Oh!” Nixi blushed. “Just something my little hatchlings like to play while Mommy is away.”

Derpy still remained confused. “How old are your boys?” She asked.

Nixi, knowing Derpy wouldn’t give out any of her secrets, and having no worries in sharing some truths she’d nomrally hide from those who asked for her assistance, replied. “Whatever they want their age to be. They’re good boys when they aren’t fighting over the space battle toys.”

Derpy was now officially lost. “Okee,” She replied again. “How did you get them out of diapers?”

Nixi had to pause as her boys had been in diapers for years. However her boys also were this way due to the magic that made up her realm (and it was also partially by their choice, though where she was from that was not uncommon). “They’re still having some trouble,” She decided to answer. “Though every dragon is different.”

“Dragon…,” Derpy trailed off, focusing on that.

Nixi now knew she was overloading Derpy with information that would not be of any relevance to her task at hoof. “Well it doesn’t mattter. We’re here for Dinky,” She deflected. “So how’s about we go with the ‘lead by example’ approach?”

“Okee,” The wall-eyed mare nodded. That’s what the books she’d consulted had advised “What do I do?”

SHING

WHOOSH

SNAP-SNAP

“Whoah!” Derpy gasped as she was suddenly strapped into a diaper. “I don’t need diapers, Ms. Nixi.”

The unicorn nodded and smiled. “You and I know that,” She encouragingly replied. “However, Dinky seeing your model behavior to go potty will help her see how important it is to not rely on diapers, and instead use the potty.”

“Oh…,” The pegasus considered. “Okee.” Dinky was going to be in for a very big surprise when she next saw her mommy.





Nixi’s approach didn’t go exactly as she had planned. Derpy sort of “accidentally on purpose” did the wrong thing with her diaper so Dinky would know what not to do. It all worked out in the end when Dinky used her potty without a fuss, and Derpy offered her muffins in exchange for not telling anyone what had happened.

Dinky soon came around to the idea of making her “special deliveries” to the nearest “mail box”, the only thing that changed is that she no longer had her “mail sacks” to help her. There was just the one, the plastic training potty in the bathroom. Even though she wasn’t afraid of the bigger model, the one that did that cool flush thing, her mother wouldn’t let her use it. 

“You’ll graduate to the big potty when you’re a little older and can make it to the potty on time more often.” Derpy advised. And Dinky was never one to disobey an order from her mommy. Her mommy could be so silly, but that was just what Dinky liked about her.

Nixi, for her part, just smiled as she observed Dinky’s progress from afar.
> How NOT To Be Fancy (Fancy Pants)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Galavant turned two years old he knew there would be changes in his life, his mommy and daddy had been talking about it on and off again for weeks after all. And even though he’d been told it was not polite to eavesdrop he still couldn’t help but do so from his crib whenever he was laid down for a nap or put to bed.

What the colt who sported the same moderate light blue eyes as his father and the same light pinkish-gray with very light white streaks that was done into a style that mixed that of his two parents did not know, however, was that these changes involved how he did his “business” or “royal duties”. To put it simply, his parents had decided Galavant was old enough to undergo potty training. No longer was he to go in his diapers, he was expected to ask either of his parents or one of the nannies or other servants to escort him to the bathroom. There he was to be placed carefully on his potty, a majestic throne of white porcelain. Or if he didn’t think he could make it in time he was to make use of a smaller, portable model that was kept by his bedside for emergencies and night time usage.

But as is often the case for young ones, being told to give up his diapers and instead go in something so big and noisy (not to mention smelly) was a change that Galavant wasn’t entirely onboard with. He knew it was expected of him, it’s what his parents wanted. And to be fair he could manage with that small potty in his bedroom just fine, he loved how colorful it was. It was just the toilet, that throne of porcelain that he didn’t much care for.

For Fancy Pants and Fleur this was a trip down memory lane for the both of them. “Clearly, the apple does not fall far from the tree after all.” Fancy Pants remarked one day to his wife.

Fleur couldn’t help but giggle in spite of herself. “Indeed it does not, darling. I suppose it was inevitable that at least one foal of ours would intimate the father and not the mother when it came to toilet training.”

At that very moment, Galavant came waddling up to his parents. He was still in diapers since his training had only commenced about 2 months prior, and he hadn’t displayed the kind of progress that to his parents would justify graduating him from the undergarments (a quick glance at his potty chart would tell the story better than anyone in the household could, there were just as many storm clouds or frowny faces as there were gold stars). “Mommy? Daddy?” He innocently inquired.

“What is it, Galavant?” Fancy Pants asked. No foul smells greeted his nostrils, so a diaper change was out.

Galavant tried to keep an innocent expression as he questioned. “What you say about I like Daddy over making it to potty?”

The grin on Fleur’s face grew as she floated her son towards her with a glow of her horn. “Oh, so you haven’t heard yet?”

Fancy Pants felt a raging blush start to form on his cheeks, he knew what was coming. “Fleur, do we need to tell him that?”

The mare nodded. “Perhaps it will help to motivate him to make more of an effort not to make messes in his diapers. Your father and I go way back. We were friends since we were your age, even younger,” She giggled as she recalled. “And back then, there was a particularly embarrassing nickname that your father often went by: Fancy Pamps.”

Galavant blinked. “Why do they call him that, Mommy?”

“Because much like you, he didn’t exactly care for using a toilet,” Fleur explained. “And if it wasn’t for me he probably would’ve kept on not using them until he had no choice.” And she began to recall that experience as if it were yesterday.







Fancy Pants and Fleur were both two years old, though Fleur was older by a couple of months. Both had entered into potty training the day they’d turned two. It was a tradition in Canterlot, after all. Some families even started their young ones on the process before then just to have a chance to show off to others (and raise their children to do the same).

However, if one were to look closely at them they would see a noticeable difference between the friends. Namely the fact that whereas Fancy Pants still wore diapers (rather thick ones at that), Fleur wore pull-ups. Pull-ups still looked like diapers at first glance, but they had tabs on the side that were easier for a little one to remove and slide down (usually with their teeth, though some talented foals could use their magic if they were a unicorn), not to mention they afforded the user a bit more room to maneuver (once one got used to how they felt anyway, Fleur had learned the hard way that walking around in pull-ups was not the same as walking around in diapers).

Now there was a reason for this, and a reason why Fancy Pants was often jokingly called “Fancy Pamps” by his peers.

Canterlot was a city that was undergoing a revolution in many things and among the more subtle ones was a change in the way one addressed their bodily needs. A generation ago most ponies even in Canterlot still depended on chamber pots to do their business, emptying them out afterward (or having servants or maids do it for them). But now chamber pots were more often be kept for night time usage. And in their place is a wondrous things called toilets.

At first they had came in the form of a small trench with flowing water and pipes, a peddle would be nearby to make everything “disappear” in the form of what was called a flush. But now, they were being replaced by the much preferred throne ones. These ones were shaped like bowls, had seats with lids, and attached to the back of the bowl is a tank with a gleaming, silver colored handle that triggered the flush. For the nobles it was like having their own thrones in a way of speaking.

Fancy Pants, however, didn’t much care for these toilets. “Too noisy. Too smelly.” He complained and avoided using them as much as possible. Chamber pots were far more discreet to him, and since a servant or maid would empty out his chamber pot somewhere it was less effort on his part than having to struggle onto the seat of a toilet, clean himself, and flush it all away.

The problem with that was that now one could not hope to graduate from potty training if they depended solely on chamber pots. Some mastery of toilets was expected. Fancy Pants was incredibly hesitant towards them (and very good at finding ways around having to use them) he unfortunately remained in diapers even though pretty much all of his peers had already left them behind. This led to the taunting nickname of “Fancy Pamps”, sometimes even having ponies go so far as to give the colt unrequested diaper checks in front of everyone. And if he was found to have suffered an accident there would be all sorts of taunts and jeers until inevitably a grown-up would come around to get him changed.

Fleur was not one of those ponies, though even she couldn’t help but grow frustrated with her best friend’s unprecedented and frivolous avoidance of toilets. “He’s not scared of them like so many other ponies his age are or were,” She thought to herself. “And they’re not as smelly as dirty diapers or a used chamber pot. The ones in other ponies homes are actually really well kept, most of the time. It’s only those public ones that I ever hear anypony talk badly about.” And the foal could understand why, the public toilets were not always reliable.

Even so, that could only go so far to justify Fancy Pants not using toilets at all. So one day Fleur decided then and there that she would train her friend to use a toilet, even if she had to do it herself. She knew how toilets worked, she was pretty smart for her age (and quite forceful as her peers could vouch). And if she could do it without a fuss then she didn’t see any reason at all why anypony else would be any different.

Whether he knew it or not, Fancy Pants was about to be entered into what could best be described as a sort of potty training boot camp, with an unlikely pony as his drill instructor.







Perhaps fittingly enough, it came on the day that marked the half year anniversary of both Fancy Pants and Fleur entering into potty training. To celebrate such a momentous occasion, Fleur and her parents agreed to host Fancy Pants and his family at their house. The De Lis’ were more than delighted to have their neighbors from down the street over, even if this little party would only be a private affair between the two families.
It wasn’t long after Fancy Pants’ arrival that he was placed into a playpen with Fleur, and the grown-ups left to discuss important grown-up stuff (though not without instructing a maid to check up on the little ones every now and again). So the two foals were quickly left to their own devices.

A short time later, while in the middle of stacking some blocks into a tower, Fancy Pants felt a faint but familiar twinge in his bladder. By now he was well versed in such signals, so he knew what his body was trying to tell him.

Fleur could see it too, Fancy Pants’ little potty dance was pretty hard to ignore. “Do you need to go potty, Fancy Pamps?” She asked him in a faint, teasing tone.

Fancy Pants groaned. “Name’s not Fancy Pamps, It’s Fancy Pants! And yeah, I got to go pee-pee! I need my chamber pot.”

But Fleur shook her head. “Your not going to use a chamber pot. You going to use the toilet, like big ponies do.”

The little colt groaned further as he whimpered. “But I don’t want to use it, my chamber pot work just fine!”

Fleur refused to take no for an answer as she grabbed her friend by the hoof. “The toilet work just fine too,” And then she added. “You don’t want to be called Fancy Pamps forever, do you?”

“Well, no, but…” Fancy Pants began.

Fleur cut him off. “So then you need to do it like the big ponies do it! Come on, I take you to it.” Using her magic, she was able to lift herself and her friend out of the playpen and deposit them both on the floor. As luck would have it, the bathroom was just across the hall from their current location.

Fleur led Fancy Pants along, who was trying to break his friend’s strong grip. For a unicorn Fleur had very strong hooves.

Soon the two unicorns entered the bathroom, and both were soon staring down at the toilet. To most foals its size would’ve been intimidating, but for them the size was of no concern.

“Okay, first you need to take off your diaper,” Fleur declared, sounding like a teacher in school. “You can’t pull it down like I can do with my pull-ups.” She waddled over to help her friend, sensing that he might have trouble.

Fancy Pants groaned as his diaper was stripped off and he was helped onto the toilet seat. He really felt small sitting on it, his legs dangling over the edge while his rump hovered over the bowl. He looked at his friend with a glare. He probably didn’t have anything to worry about, but considering what his other friends liked to do he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Relax,” Fleur said. “Now just, do whatever you have to. And don’t move around too much, the seat is slippery.”

Fancy Pants reluctantly obeyed even though the toilet seat felt incredibly cold to his bare bottom. He found it surprisingly easy to pee into a toilet, it was not unlike peeing into a chamber pot except his tinkling didn’t seem to echo as much as it used to.

He blushed when it was all said and done, he usually just used his chamber pot by himself and then called out for somepony afterward. Going potty in front of another pony (even if Fleur had been nice enough to turn her head to give him the illusion of privacy) was definitely different. He felt glad it had only been number one and not number two.

“See? That was easy, wasn’t it?” Fleur remarked as she turned her head back around. “Now you got to do that everytime you think you need to go,” Then she remembered. “Oh, and make sure to use some toilet paper to wipe yourself up. After that, you put the used amount into the toilet.”

“And I pull down that handle to flush?” Fancy Pants asked, pointing a hoof at the handle. Fleur nodded and he went over to it and pulled it down with all his might.

To both Fancy and Fleur, the flush was very, very loud. Still, Fancy Pants watched as the water started to spin around and around, taking his waste and the toilet paper with it. It went faster and faster, forming a dizzying whirlpool! Then all of the water went down a hole at the bottom of the bowl and began to fill back up with crystal clear water.

“Okay, so now you going to use it instead of your chamber pot, right?” Fleur inquired of her friend in a particularly pouty tone.

Fancy Pants nodded as he hopped down from the toilet to retrieve his diaper. “Uh-huh. And thank you for teaching me, Fleur.”







Now the sound of the toilet flushing had caught the attention of one of the maids who was surprised to see the heir to the family fortune and her friend exit the bathroom. “Is everything alright, little ones?” She asked them.

Fleur nodded and declared. “Uh-huh, everything went great. I taught Fancy Pants to use the toilet like big ponies do. He not going to be called Fancy Pamps anymore.”

The maid adopted a goofy smile as she spoke with exaggerated praise (and gave Fancy Pants a pat on the head) “Oh, that’s quite an accomplishment. Though you really shouldn’t be doing things like that on your own. That’s why you have the likes of me to watch over you, and I’m sure little Fancy Pants here has the same at his place.”

“I’m just trying to be like Mommy and Daddy,” Fleur declared again. “They always try to help everypony be better.”

“It’s nice that you want to help your friend, Fleur. But the bathroom is not a place for little ones to be in without a grown-up, especially when the toilet is involved,” The maid lectured. “Still, Fancy Pants making good on his toilet training and showing progress is something to be celebrated and rewarded. His parents will have to be informed of it.”

Fancy Pants just blushed. “I gonna get out of diapers?”

“It’s not my place to say, that’s for your parents to decide,” The maid advised as she trotted away. “Speaking of which, I don’t think they’d be particularly happy to see you out of your playpen. So if I were you, I’d get back to the playpen with Fleur on the double.” She gave the last part of the line with a knowing wink.







“That was the end of anypony calling your father Fancy Pamps, Galavant,” Fleur concluded her tale to her son. “Thanks to me he was able to master toilet usage in the blink of an eye, and nopony ever again gave him a hard time. We were both fully out of diapers by the time we were, and we had graduated from pull-ups by the time we both enrolled in magic kindergarten.”

Galavant's little eyes lit up with amazement. “Wow! Daddy used to be like that? That’s silly!”

Fancy Pants’ blush grew so bright and so big that it now consumed his whole face. “Yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I was a sort of unofficial potty rebel back in my foalhood. And it was your mother who basically put me on the right track when it came to proper potty usage,” He struggled to regain his composure. “So I hope that you’ve learned from this story and are further committed to getting the hang of your toilet training.”

“Uh-huh,” Galavant nodded and was set back down. “I won’t be like you, Fancy Pamps.” And he darted away.

Fleur laughed too, but Fancy Pants just sighed. “Fleur De Lis, darling. I swear, you can make it so hard to love you sometimes. I would’ve thought you’d take that embarrassing story to the grave.” He thought to himself.

Galavant could soon be seen making a beeline for the bathroom as he shouted. “Gotta go potty!” Both his parents knew what that meant, just like them, he was being trained with a toilet which meant that he needed help getting onto the seat.

Fleur was about to head to the bathroom, when Fancy Pants put a hoof in front of her. “I believe it is my turn to be on bathroom duty, Fleur. Hopefully it shan’t be more than a few minutes.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” Fleur taunted with a grin. “Although I am sorely tempted to make you Fancy Pamps again just so our son has a role model to emulate.”

“Let’s not give him anymore ideas, Fleur. I have no desire to become the laughing stock of the town again,” Fancy Pants remarked as he trotted off. “Keep this up and you’ll be sleeping on the couch every night until Galavant is out of his pampers.”

Fleur reluctantly consented. “Oh, you’re no fun sometimes.” She playfully remarked to her husband as she watched him trot into the bathroom. Truth be told the childhood experience of knowing him as “Fancy Pamps” was part of what had drawn her to him and why she had originally become romantically involved with him while serving as his bodyguard. She felt almost like the big sister he never had, always looking out for him and trying to help him.

At times she could forget that her husband had come a long way from that little colt she’d helped toilet train as a filly.
> Princesses in Potty Training (Royal Sisters)
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It had only been a week since the princesses of Equestria had returned to being toddlers after Discord’s curse. Unfortunately that meant they had to undergo potty training for the first time in over a thousand years, which was most humiliating to both of the royal sisters. 

Late one night, Princess Celestia groaned as she slowly woke up in her bed, yawning and stretching her hooves. Something inside her had stirred her from sleep. Hearing her pull-up squish under her rump, she squeaked as the sun princess could feel some cold liquid against her rump. She looked down with a blush. "Oh dear, not again."

Celestia groaned, getting up and leaving the bed to see a large wet spot on the sheets. This made the princess quite flustered just as she heard her sister walk into her room in a crinkling pull-up.

Luna snickered in a mocking tone. "Looks like little Tia peed last night. You’re such a little piddle pants."

"Stop being such a pest, Lulu! Besides, why didn't you wake me up if you knew I had to go?!" Celestia cried, showing off her sagging pull-up.

Luna reared back at the smell of urine and snapped. "You don’t help me go potty, sister. Why should I help you?!" 

"You're so mean,” Celestia retorted. “You're just trying to look better than me at potty training!"

However, both princesses squeaked as they turned to see Twilight appear in their shared bedroom, giving them a stern glare. Her mane was frazzled and the bags under her eyes made it clear she’d just gotten up. "What is the meaning of this bickering?" She asked, feeling a bit groggy.

Celestia blushed and scrunched her soggy pull-up between her legs as she asked in a nervous tone. "Wh..what are you doing here, Twilight?"

"Well, I put a baby monitor in both of your rooms in case you need me. You and Luna are still toddlers, after all,” Twilight explained. “Now what is going on? This is a lot of bickering, even more than normal." The way she responded made her sound like a concerned mother. A few weeks ago she probably would’ve felt that way, especially when she’d been an alicorn like Celestia and Luna.

Luna pointed a hoof at her sister. "I was just trying to wake Celestia up to use the potty."

"Nah, uh! She just watched and let me pee in my pull-up like the poopy head she is!" Celestia shouted back.

"That’s enough, there’s no need for arguing,” Twilight scolded in a flustered tone of voice. “You two are both doing your very best to be potty trained. You’ve already made a lot of progress this past week. I know you’re not happy with having to re-learn due to Discord's chaos magic, but we just have to make the most of it until everything is back to normal," Then she came over and took Celestia by the hoof. "Now come on, let's take you to the potty, Celestia."

"But I just peed my pull-up!" Celestia whined, now feeling even more embarrassed at being led to the bathroom. It was hard to accept that she was dependent on her faithful student when it used to be the other way around.

"That's ok, sweetheart. You can still try. You probably aren’t done, that’s why you woke up." Twilight gently cooed as she slowly tugged down Celestia's soggy pull-up upon entering the bathroom, and then helped the toddler princess onto the toilet. 

The princess of the sun blushed as she ended up tinkling into the toilet.

Luna snickered at the sight, before Twilight turned her attention to the younger sibling. "Now now, Luna, you should try to go too. But since Celestia has the big potty, you'll use the training one."

Twilight took out a pink plastic potty made for an alicorn of Luna’s size. Pulling Luna’s pull-up down with her magic, Twilight plopped the princess of the night onto the training potty. 

Luna blushed as she also tinkled, making Celestia burst into laughter. But Twilight snapped, "Stop it right now, you two! You're both sisters and should treat each other with respect while you're cursed like this. Instead of fighting each other, you should both assist in each others’ potty training."

"Yes, Nana." Both princesses whimpered. They suspected this sort of name for Twilight wouldn’t go away until they were fully trained and hopefully returned to being big ponies.

"Now, if you’re done going potty, I'm going to tuck both of you both into bed with a fresh bottle of milk." Twilight declared. 

Luna blushed as she replied. "Bu...I dun need to go to be-" Then she squeaked as she was cut off. 

Twilight just used her magic to fix pull-ups around both princess' rumps (a fresh one in Celestia’s case). "I know you don’t think so, but you can watch over your sister and help her go potty during the night. Okay?"

Luna meekly nodded in agreement, unsure if she should try fighting back.

Twilight simply lead both alicorns to Celestia's bed. Then with her horn flashed new sheets onto the bed as the old, wet sheets were thrown into a laundry tub. Tucking the princess under the sheets, Twilight placed a bottle into both of their mouths. 

Twilight watched Celestia slowly suckle on her bottle and kick about under the sheets, making her pull-up crinkle as she drifted off to sleep. Then Twilight faced towards Luna. "So, Luna, will you watch your older sister and make sure she gets to the potty during the night?"

Luna slowly nodded as she responded. "Yes, Nana."

"Good. And when she wakes up and you're asleep, I expect her to do the same with you. You both need to work together, ok?" Twilight cooed, all the while Luna was so embarrassed even as she nodded.

Twilight then disappeared, leaving both princesses alone.





Celestia woke up the next morning, squeaking as she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. She never had as much trouble controlling herself during the day (Luna, she remembered, had always been the opposite). Still, the toddler princess rushed to the bathroom only to find that Luna was already in there! Furiously, Celestia knocked on the door and shouted. "Why are you using my po- I mean toilet!"

"Because I was going to wake you up, and I had to go too!" Luna shouted, followed by a tinkling sound.

"Well hurry up! I don't want another stormy cloud on my potty chart!" Celestia whined while doing a potty dance. Her chart was already filling up fast with them.

"You can hold it. I'm almost done!" Luna abruptly responded. 

"No I can't, I’ve held it long enough! Now open up, or I'm going to tell Na.. I mean Twilight on you!" Celestia snapped scrunching her pull-up between her legs and doing everything she could to hold in her need to pee.

Luna finally came out, her pull-up already back around her rump. "Fine, whatever go ahead and use the potty, you big baby." She grumbled.

Celestia flew into the bathroom as Luna stood outside, hearing her sister grunt and whine with a cacophony of crinkles. "Need some help, sister?" Luna asked with a snicker.

"I can pull down my pull-up myself, thank you very much." Celestia snapped! 

Luna just snickered more as she heard her sister plop onto the toilet. As she waited outside the bathroom she asked. "So, since we’re neck and neck with our potty charts. I wonder who's going to be fully potty trained first, sister?"

"Well, I won't if you keep using my potty!" Celestia snapped back. “It’s not yours!”

"Don't blame me! I was trying to wake you up and I had to go potty! You know you’re such a bedwetter!" Luna retorted. “Don’t drink so much before bed.”

Celestia’s face turned red as she stammered. "...Fine, whatever! But you should've asked first or something…" And she went back to trying to go potty.

Luna rolled her eyes and snapped. "You’re hopeless. No wonder Bucket Bridle soaks his pampers, he gets it from you."

"Take that back! He’s much better at potty training than Cannon Feather! Cannon Feather always messes himself before he can make it!" Celestia argued. “You let him eat sweets too much!”

"You take that back, that isn’t true at all!” Luna retorted. “Cannon Feather does just fine whenever I’m helping him. You must be having a bad influence on him.”

"Girls!" The familiar voice of Twilight snapped. Both princesses squeaked, hearing Twilight's voice from the baby monitor. "What did I say about fighting? Didn’t I tell you to stop?"

"Sorry, Nana." Both alicorns meekly responded.

"It's ok,” Twilight sighed. “Just stop fighting and I’ll give each of you a sunshine sticker on your potty charts. And Luna, if you have to use Celestia's bathroom you’re to use the training potty, understand?"

Luna blushed and whimpered. “Yes, Nana. I’m sorry. I just really had to go and I didn’t want to waste time trying to find my potty."

"It’s alright, I should’ve told you where to find it,” The voice of Twilight responded. “Anyway, once you and Celestia are done, I left you both a bottle of milk on the nightstand, and packed extra pull-ups in your dressers just in case. Let me know if you need anything, ok? I’ll be there soon."

"Okay, Nana." Both princesses responded.

Celestia emerged from the bathroom a short time later, relieved to have just made it. She took the bottle designated for her into her magic. In between gulps of the milk she said to Luna. "Well, since I went potty I'm going to start my royal duties." The sun princess promptly left with a humpf as she walked off, making her pull-up crinkle. 

Luna took her bottle and suckled on it. "Well, I'll go get our foals changed and ready for preschool." She declared, even though her sister had already left.





After tending to both Bucket Bridle and Cannon Feather and sending them off to preschool, the Princess of the Night reluctantly went back to the bedroom and went to sleep. 

She was woken up a short time later by Celestia, who had a rather goofy smile on her face. “Time for a potty break, sister. Come on, you always did have trouble during the day.” 

Luna yawned. “Couldn’t it have waited until I was done with my nap?”

Celestia refused to take no for an answer as she took her tired younger sister to her bathroom and plopped the alicorn down on the training potty. 

Luna blushed as she pushed out a mess and peed into the plastic potty.

Celestia couldn’t help but tease in an overly exaggerated voice. “There, see? That's how you do it, sister. Keep this up and you’ll fully trained in no time."

Luna blushed, feeling quite odd as she sat there, peeing in the potty. "Sorry…I should've done a better job helping you earlier." She apologized to her sister.

Celestia just hugged her sister and warmly replied. "It's ok, we're both learning how to use the potty together. It's quite enjoyable, actually!"

“Even if we’re being babied by your faithful student,” Luna teased. “She’s never going to let us forget this, even when we go back to normal.”

Celestia just grinned. “Well it’ll just be our little secret. But we can worry about that once we’re fully trained and everything is back to how it should be. For now though, let’s try to make the most of this situation.”
> Of Potties and Parties (Lil' Cheese)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Much like his parents before him, Lil’ Cheese was a bundle of seemingly limitless energy. The kind of kid who never seemed to want to hold still for anything, every moment could be spent doing something fun. Especially with his parents, who loved to spoil him sweet (figuratively and literally).

At first both Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich hadn’t been bothered in spite of the odd looks they got from other parents. It took a party pony to understand how to raise a future party pony, and if the not so occasional treat kept Lil’ Cheese happy and content what harm was there? They made sure to set boundaries, and they had lots of help from Pinkie’s friends if worse came to worse. The only real problem was finding a suitable foalsitter on a permanent basis. Lil’ Cheese needed somepony who had a sense of humor and understood how he worked. Not many ponies could fill that role easily.

However, as Lil’ Cheese grew older his parents began to grow worried about a detail that all parents inevitably both long for and dread at the same time: Potty training. They held off on it for longer than they probably should’ve, a fact that did not go unnoticed by others. Lil’ Cheese was turning three in a couple of weeks, yet he remained in diapers and had not appeared to even start potty training even just a little.

The concerned parents knew they had to at least make an effort to get Lil’ Cheese interested in the potty. But considering how much the little colt liked to bounce and play, considering how hard it was to get him to stand still, the task of trying to potty train him was easier said than done.

So it was that one evening, Pinkie was getting Lil’ Cheese ready for bed, and changing his diaper. Her years of experience with the Cake Twins had prepared her well and she hadn’t lost her touch. Heck, she’d had to teach her husband how to change diapers after his first attempt had ended with him getting a diaper on his head and another on his rump (which had caused Pinkie to giggle, as it brought back memories of the first time she’d tried to change diapers).

Lil’ Cheese giggled and wiggled about as the wet wipes made contact with his flanks. He thought it was funny but his mother just found it tiring. “Come on, Lil’ Cheese. I need to get you cleaned up and I can’t do that if you keep wiggling around.” She pleaded with her son.

“Sorry, Mommy, but the wipes tickle!” Lil’ Cheese giggled.

“I know they tickle, but if you don’t hold still I can’t clean you up right and you’ll get a rash,” Pinkie protested. “I’m almost done, but I need you to hold still for me, okay?”

Lil’ Cheese gave a small salute. “Okay, Mommy. I be good.” He occupied himself by putting some of his poofy mane into his mouth, for some reason it tasted kind of like cotton candy. Most likely he got it from his mom since her mane tasted just as sweet.

Pinkie Pie was just glad to have something else occupying her son’s attention, it gave her a chance to finish the wiping job and put a new diaper on him. Once the diaper change was complete, she washed her hooves and then helped Lil’ Cheese off the changing table. Quick as a flash she lowered him into his crib and kissed him lovingly on the forehead. “Goodnight, Lil’ Cheese. Sweet dreams.” And only once she was certain that Lil’ Cheese was asleep did the pink party pony slip out of the nursery. She and Cheese Sandwich still lived in Sugarcube Corner, there really was no place like it for Pinkie.





Cheese Sandwich was waiting for his wife when she exited the nursery. “Hey there, honey. How’s the little one?”

Pinkie let out a sigh, something that she rarely did even around her husband. “Fine, but he’s still as jumpy as ever.”

Cheese tried his best to smile. “Well that is to be expected considering who his parents are.”

“I know,” Pinkie replied with a slight frown. “But that means it’s going to be difficult to get him potty trained. And we have to do it, we’re running out of excuses.”

“Are you sure we can’t hold off for just a little bit longer?” Cheese suggested. “You said it yourself, it’s not good if we try to rush or force him into it. We want the whole thing to be fun and enjoyable for him, not something he dreads.”

Pinkie shook her head. “We’ve been putting it off for long enough, Cheese. Even his best friend Big Sugar is in potty training, and his parents are training him the old fashioned way. At this rate, if we don’t start potty training him now, he’ll be the only colt in kindergarten who still wears diapers.”

Now it was Cheese Sandwich’s turn to frown. “I was afraid you would say that, Pinkie. But you’re right, we have to do this,” He and his wife began trotting downstairs to make a plan. “You’re the expert, dear. You’ve been down this road with the twins when they were growing up.”

“That was more Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s doing, I just assisted as necessary,” The pink party pony insisted. “And I really don’t wanna have to rely on them again. They deserve to enjoy their retirement.”

Cheese pondered. “What about Pound and Pumpkin? I’m sure they could find a way to help, you know how much he looks up to them.”

“I’ve already tried that. We tried to start potty training Lil’ Cheese last weekend while you were out of town,” Pinkie confessed. “He wouldn’t go anywhere near the potty, not even after we showed him how to flush it." She then started to recall that very moment on that very day as if it happened yesterday.





Pinkie Pie was about to use the bathroom when she saw Lil’ Cheese playing with his toys. Suddenly, she got an idea and went over to him. “Lil’ Cheese, today I'm going to teach you something that is not only fun, but also very important for ponies your age.” She told him as she picked him up off the floor and carried him into the bathroom.

Lil' Cheese gasped! “What ya going to teach me, Mommy?” He asked.

After closing the door, Pinkie Pie placed her son onto the bathroom floor and said, “Me and your daddy have decided that it’s to teach you about the potty,” She pointed a hoof towards the toilet and added. “And I'm going to show you how to use it.”

Lil’ Cheese eyed the toilet. “How using the potty fun?” He protested.

“I'll show you,” Pinkie told him. “When you do need to go, first me or Daddy will take off your diaper off. Once you're placed on the seat of the potty, just sit down like this,” She paused so she could sit down onto the toilet seat. “And then you just do what you normally do in your diaper. Now, just give me a minute or two.”

Lil’ Cheese nodded “Take all the time you need, Mommy,” He declared and turned his head. “I hope the part that's fun come soon.” After waiting for about a minute or so, he could hear a few plops and splashes as Pinkie Pie sighed with relief.

“Okay, now once you're all done, you just clean yourself up with some toilet paper,” She pulled a few pieces off from the roll nearby and did what she told him before dumping it into the toilet. “And now comes the fun part!” She added. "You flush the potty. It's always fun to do that!”

 “How you flush potty?” Lil’ Cheese asked, bouncing up and down with a smile on his face.

“See that handle over there?” Pinkie Pie told him, pointing a hoof at a silver handle on the upper left side of the toilet tank. “You just push it down like this.” She then placed a hoof on the handle and pushed it down.

"FWOOSH!" The toilet roared loudly as the flush began!

The toilet was flushing very loudly, too loud for Lil’ Cheese! “MONSTER!” He screamed as ran towards Pinkie Pie and grabbed one of her hooves.

“Mamma Mia!” She thought to herself as her son started to cry. “Here I go again!”





“Hey, Pinkie?” Cheese Sandwich asked, just as his wife had returned to reality. “This might sound silly but when you were a filly, what was your favorite part about being potty trained?”

“To me, flushing is and will always the very best part,” Pinkie replied to her husband. “And I remember how much fun the twins had with flushing.”

“Yeah, flushing was always the best part for me too,” Cheese Sandwich replied, briefly growing nostalgic. “So, what are we going to do if even that doesn’t work?”

“I don’t know, and I’m running out of ideas! We could really use a miracle right about now!” Pinkie declared with a groan.

As if the very universe had heard the party pony’s proclamation of woe, at that very moment her wandering blue eyes happened upon a flyer that she could’ve sworn hadn’t been there before. Picking up, she read it aloud: “Nanny De’Foal: Foalsitting Problems Magically Disappear”. She scanned over said flyer once, then twice, then a third time. According to said flyer, the nanny was a mare who prided herself on being able to solve any sort of foalsitting issues that parents were struggling with: potty training chief among them.

Cheese smiled as he looked at his wife. “Looks like we’ve found our miracle. Guess we write De’Foal a letter requesting her services.”





But there was no need to do so, for at that very moment there came a gust of wind and in a cloud of what looked like foal powder: A plump earth pony mare appeared before the parents. Said mare had a baby blue coat and bright orange eyes, her mane and tail were also orange with her mane done up in a bun. Her tail was obscured by a cowl that was white with red polka dots, and she had a red saddlebag strapped over her right side which just so happened to match her cutie mark (just like the cutie mark, the saddlebag was all but overflowing with foal supplies). “You are ze parents of Lil’ Cheese: Mr. Cheeze Sandvich Pie and Mrs. Pinkie Diane Pie, correct?”

Both party ponies nodded and exchanged glances. “How did you-” They began.

“Zere is no need to ask, I have my methods,” The mare replied with a wink. “You may call me Nanny De’Foal. And it iz my underztanding zat ze two of you have need of my zervices, correct?”

Pinkie nodded again as she approached Nanny De’Foal. “Oh yes, we certainly do. Your flyer says you can help us with potty training?”

Nanny De’Foal nodded back. “Zat is an area I am quite skilled in. My methods are quite magical, but I have never met a colt or filly yet zat that I could not help train,” She promptly questioned the parents. “Vat zeems to be ze problem?”

“Well, Lil’ Cheese is almost three years old now, but we haven’t really been able to start potty training him,” Cheese Sandwich confessed to Nanny De’Foal. “I mean, my wife tried a little, but he just didn’t take to it. We really want to make the experience enjoyable and… well… fun for him, like we make everything fun.”

De’Foal stroked her chin with a hoof as she took in this information. “I zee. Vell, zat is a most unusual dilemma. I can see zat my usual methods vill not work here. Most of ze time I find that ze parents do not know how to communicate the process to their little one on a level they will understand, because they themzelves have forgotten what it iz like to be a foal,” Then she explained further. “But you two zeem to have ze opposite problem. You are very much big kids yourzelves.”

“Guilty as charged, though my wife is more the big kid than I am. But that’s just what I like about her.” Cheese Sandwich cooed as he nuzzled his wife.

Pinkie blushed and waved a hoof. “Stop it, Cheese. Now’s not the time to get all romantic, this is serious.”

“I agree, potty training iz nothing to sneeze at,” De’Foal firmly replied. “If ze child has a bad experience with it, it can have grave consequences for zem growing up. Wanting to ensure that it iz fun is zometing many parents do not consider. However, you fear zat if you make it too fun Lil’Cheese vill not understand vhy it is so important.”

The smile on Pinkie Pie’s face faded once again. “Yeah, that’s pretty much the case. But you can help us, right Nanny De’Foal?”

The plump earth pony mare didn’t answer right away, she was silent for about a moment or two. Both parents began to silently worry that theirs was a problem that even this magical nanny couldn’t solve. But their fears were cleared up when De’Foal informed them both. “Fear not. I know of a vay zat will make the process memorable and enjoyable for Lil’ Cheese, vile ensuring zat ze child understands vhy it is important to use the potty.”

“How are you gonna do that?” Cheese Sandwich questioned.

“Vith a little of zis!” De’Foal declared as she pulled out a glowing dot from her saddle bag. “Zome chaos magic borrowed from Discord’s realm.”

Even Pinkie seemed to be hesitant about such magic. “What are you gonna do with it? Nothing permanent, right?”

De’Foal nodded. “Of course not. Now, here is vat we are going to do.” Leaning close, she whispered her plan into the ears of both parents.





When Lil’ Cheese woke up the next morning, he had no idea of the incredible surprise that lay in store for him. All he knew was that when he woke up, his mommy and daddy were standing over his crib alongside a pony he had never seen before. A plump, baby blue coated earth pony mare with bright orange eyes, and a similarly colored mane and tail.

“Hello, Lil’ Cheese,” Nanny De’Foal greeted. “I am Nanny De’Foal, a friend of your mommy and daddy. Zey have hired me to help you with zometing zat is very important for a little one your age. How to use ze potty.”

Lil’ Cheese just giggled as he stood up in his crib. “Mommy and Uncle Pound and Auntie Pumpkin already try to teach me about potty. I no wanna use it, it no fun.”

De’Foal was not deterred by the little one’s statement, she just shook her head. “Oh, but ze potty is fun. And didn’t you know zat it is lonely?”

“Potty get lonely?” Lil’ Cheese pondered, apparently never having considered such a thing before.

De’Foal nodded as she, Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich all appeared to be trying hard not to giggle. “Oh yes, ven you don’t use it gets very lonely. Ze potty loves to make new friends, and it is very sad because you don’t want to be its friend.”

But the little colt, suspecting nothing, protested. “I wanna be potty’s friend. I like to make new friends too!”

“Zen you must come with me and your mommy and daddy,” De’Foal encouraged. “We vill show you how you can befriend ze potty.”

Lil’ Cheese was so excited he could hardly stand still as he was picked up by his mommy and set down on the ground. With a spring in his step he followed his parents and their new friend as they led him down the hall to the bathroom. De’Foal pushed open the door to said bathroom a moment later, and Lil’ Cheese could hardly believe his eyes!

The entire bathroom had been transformed from a place of drab looking tiles, boring cabinets, and dull looking objects a pale white in color, to a world that was nothing like anything the little colt had ever seen before. The tub had turned into a stream, with giant, sentient rubber duckies swimming around in it and passing by brightly colored toy boats that sounded like real ships. The sink now resembled two waterfalls, one with steam flowing over it to symbolize how hot it was, and the other with ice beneath it to symbolize how cold it was. Several of those strange bottles from underneath the sink were now flying and singing, listing off ingreidents that Lil’ Cheese had never heard before.

But what attracted the most attention was by far the potty, the big grown-up one that Lil’ Cheese knew many ponies his age and older used. It now had two big eyes beneath its tank, which had transformed to look like hair curls. Two arms rested on either side of its bowl that now looked more like a belly, complete with a smile. And it seemed to have two legs near its s-bend. At once it locked eyes with Lil’ Cheese and spoke. “Oh, hello. I remember you.”

Lil’ Cheese blinked as his parents giggled ever so faintly. “Ya do?”

The potty nodded as it stood up on its legs and stretched out its arms. “Of course, you’re Lil’ Cheese. I’m Mr. Potty, nice to meet you.”

Lil’ Cheese blinked again as “Mr. Potty” offered an arm to the little one, clearly intending for him to shake it. “N-nice to meet you, Mr. Potty,” The little colt greeted as he shook the arm. “Ya want to be my friend?”

“Mr. Potty” nodded. “Oh of course I do. I can never have enough friends. Especially since they give me what I want.”

“You mean…” Lil’ Cheese began.

“Mr. Potty” flashed his smile. “-Yes, what you’re used to doing in your diapers. You see, all big ponies use me eventually. And you want to be a big pony, don’t you?”

“Yeah, big ponies get to do big pony things!” Lil’ Cheese smiled. “What I gotta do?”

“Well, you can start by taking a seat on me,” “Mr. Potty” encouraged. “Then you just relax and do what you need to do.”

But Lil’ Cheese stepped back a bit, gulping ever so slightly. “But what if I fall in? Everything that goes in your belly never comes out. Would ya eat me?”

“Mr. Potty” chuckled, his bowl like belly shaking. “I would never eat one of my friends, not even if I could. And I can’t, I have a very strict diet. Besides the obvious, I can only eat toilet paper. If you try to feed me anything else I’ll get sick. And when I get sick, I try to cough up whatever isn’t good for me. Sometimes if I’m really sick, I have to have a special kind of pony come and take care of me.”

“Potties have doctors?” Lil’ Cheese pondered.

“Plumbers, actually,” Pinkie Pie explained. “And they’re doctors for more than just potties.”

Cheese Sandwich added. “But Mr. Potty doesn’t need a doctor, he’s perfectly fine. He needs you, and there’s only one thing he needs from you.”

“Your mommy and daddy are right, Lil’ Cheese,” “Mr. Potty” chimed in. “So, can you help me out here: One friend to another? I’ll even let you pull my handle when you’re all done, it always tickles when ponies touch my handle.”

The little colt nodded ever so slowly. He wasn’t quite as afraid now, but he was still unsure about this entire process. To be expected to do what he was used to doing in his diapers felt strange and alien to him. Still, it was what his parents, De’Foal, and “Mr. Potty” expected of him. So it was at least worth a try, right?





“Mr. Potty” scooped Lil’ Cheese up with his arms and carefully removed his diaper. “Make sure to ask a grown-up to help you with your diaper before you sit on me,” He cautioned the little colt. “Otherwise you’ll just end up using it instead of me. And you don’t want that.”

Lil’ Cheese was then placed on the seat as his parents smiled before turning their heads, De’Foal doing the same so as to give the little one privacy.

“Go ahead, then,” “Mr. Potty” encouraged. “Do what you have to do, Lil’ Cheese.”

Surprisingly, the little colt found it easier than he thought it would be to go into the potty and not his diapers. A series of plops and splashes reached his ears, and the smell left little doubts as to what he’d done.

Both Pinkie and Cheese were very proud, if the bright smiles and constant clapping were anything to go by. “Great job, Lil’ Cheese! That’s how big ponies go potty!”

Nanny De’Foal simply added. “Now zat you know vat you must do, I hope you vill do make an effort to continue your potty training. And here,” She trotted over, pulling some paper like substance off a nearby roll. “Zis is toilet paper, it is vat you use to clean yourself up venever you go potty. It vorks just like the wipes your parents used when you still needed diapers.”

Lil’ Cheese did as instructed, wiping himself clean as best he could and then tossing the used rolls down into the bowl. “Now I flush?” He asked.

Everyone nodded, including “Mr. Potty”. “Of course,” He gestured to the gleaming silver handle underneath his right eye. “Simply push that down and you will feed me.”

Lil’ Cheese tried to reach the handle, but it was hard with his little hooves. Fortunately, after a couple of jumps and a big bounce, he was just barely able to grab it. And then using all of his earth pony strength that he had in his body, he pulled the handle down with all of his might.

FWOOSH!

A mighty roar rang out as as the water inside “Mr. Potty”’s bowl like belly started to spin around and around, taking everything inside with it. The little colt watched with amazement as as the water spun faster and faster, turning into a mighty whirlpool. And then suddenly, it all got sucked down a hole at the bottom and disappeared into “Mr. Potty”’s belly. And when the water inside "Mr. Potty" returned and refilled back up to it’s normal level, it was crystal clear again as if Lil’ Cheese had never used "Mr. Potty" in the first place.

“Mr. Potty” smiled and gave a hearty burp. “Thank you, Lil’ Cheese. I’m glad we got to know each other, and I hope we’ll be seeing each other quite often from now on.”

Cheese Sandwich then said to his son, “Now Lil’ Cheese, do you promise to-.” He was interrupted when Pinkie Pie whispered into his ear. “I mean ‘Pinkie Promise' us to be a big pony and start using the potty?"

Lil’ Cheese nodded. “Uh-huh, I ‘Pinkie Promise’ to come to you whenever I have to go,” He then repeated the motion. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” He took great care not to jab himself in the eye with a hoof by mistake.

Pinkie helped Lil’ Cheese down and brought him over to the sink to wash his hooves (she did the same, just to be safe). “See? Wasn’t that fun, Lil’ Cheese?” She asked her son.

Lil’ Cheese nodded. “Uh-huh, it was the bestest thing ever! I can’t wait to visit Mr. Potty again!”

Cheese Sandwich just giggled. “Well that will have to wait until your next potty time, Lil’ Cheese. And from now on, be sure to tell either me or your mommy if you have to go. We’ll be sure to keep track of your progress with a potty chart, every successful trip gets you a gold star.”

“And do you know what this calls for?!” Pinkie excitedly asked. Without waiting for a reply she answered. “A party! I’m gonna call all your friends, Lil’ Cheese! We’ll even bake a cake for your potty party!”

“I hope you’ll stay for the party, Nanny De’Foal,” Cheese Sandwich offered. “And you can just name your price.”

Nanny De’Foal just grinned and gave a wink. “Simply zave me a slice of cake and we’ll be good. I zhall stay for as long as Lil’ Cheese needs me.”

“And ‘Mr. Potty’?” Cheese questioned.

“Do not worry, zis magical bathroom zhall only appear whenever Lil’ Cheese enters it,” De’Foal declared. “Though if Discord asks, I know nothing about ze missing chaos magic.”

Cheese just pondered. “You know, I get the funny feeling I’ve seen you before, De’Foal.”

De’Foal simply winked. “Perhaps I foalsat and potty trained you ven you were Lil’ Cheese’s age. My methods are a mystery to everyone but myself.”
> From Diapers to Deliveries (Gabby)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Gildy!” A young, grey-feathered griffon chirped. “Take me to Junior Speeders!”

The white-and-brown feather griffon scowled at the fledgling, who was doing some kind of annoying dance. “No way,” Gilda grumbled. “No diaper dweebs allowed at Junior Speedsters.”

The grey feathered griffon started to feel tears well up in her eyes. “But…,” She whimpered. “Nobody help me use potty.”

Gilda grew a rather sinister smile. “Tell you what, Gabby,” She replied. “Let’s see what Papa Gruff can do for you.”

Gabby returned to being all excited as she ran circles around Gilda. “Yay, yay, yay!” She cheered while quickly orbiting the older griffon. “Then I be Junior Speeder!”

Gilda groaned. “Yeah,” She scoffed as she tried to move while Gabby continued to circle around her. “It’ll be good times.” As long as she wasn’t the one having to teach Gabby she didn’t really care. She wasn’t a parent, and potty training was something elder griffons like Papa Gruff did anyway.





“What’s that?” The green-feathered griffon squawked. “Who said I would get you out of diapers, missy?!”

Gabby was unphased by Papa Gruff’s displeasure over being even considered for such a monumental task. “Gildy said you can!” She merrily replied while flapping her wings and hopping from side-to-side. “That’s why you Papa Gruff!”

The adult griffon narrowed his eyes. “Gilda, eh?” He considered as he noticed Gabby had a noticeably wet diaper. “Well you’re already wet, and you can’t start off wet. Not unless you want a bunch of stormy clouds on your chart.”

Gabby lowered her head. “I no want to wet my diapers or get stormy clouds.” She pouted.

“Tell you what,” Papa Gruff smirked. “You go have Gilda change that wet diaper of yours and come back dry. Then I’ll help you learn how to use the potty, deal?”

Gabby’s mouth grew an immense, open-beaked smile. “Hurray!” She chirped. “Thank you, Papa Gruff! You the best!”

The older griffon smirked. “Think nothing of it,” He replied while ushering Gabby out of his home. “Now don’t come back until you’re all dry, understood?”

“Okee!” The young griffon giddily said while running at speeds that made it surprising such a sodden diaper could even remain attached to her plot.

Papa Gruff laughed. “That’ll teach her,” He remarked while closing his front door. “Have fun, Gilda. I told you I ain’t running a daycare center. I got enough problems as it is.”





Gilda was gathering some rocks to throw at one of the rundown buildings in Griffonstone when an extremely wet Gabby came along side her.

“GILDY!” The grey feathered griffon seemed to shriek. “Papa Gruff says he teach me if you change my diapers!”

Gilda groaned. “Forget it,” She answered with little emotion. “I’m busy. You can just stay in the diaper and find someone else to teach you.”

Gabby smiled. “If I help you,” She proposed. “Will you change me?”

It took almost everything in Gilda to not scream in rage at the fledgling. “No,” She firmly stated. “You’re too little to do what I’m doing, and I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Will getting out of diapers make me big?” Gabby asked while eagerly flapping her little wings. “Then I be Junior Speeder and help Gildy with big griff stuff!”

Gilda knew her anger was not towards Gabby but to Papa Gruff. Papa Gruff was only a papa by name and strongly disliked having been made to take up (and live up to) such a title. 

Gilda put down her collection of stones and sighed. “Tell you what, squirt,” She told Gabby. “I don’t have diapers on me right now. But bring me a diaper to change you in, and I’ll change you for Papa Gruff. Then you can go bother him about learning.”

“Okee!” Gabby squeaked and ran as fast as she could given how much ‘water’ her current diaper had taken on since the start of the day.

“Dweeb,” Gilda spoat out while collecting her rocks and spreading her wings. “Fat chance I’ll be changing any griff’s diapers. If she’s old enough to learn about the potty, she’s old enough to learn how to change herself.”





“I need a diaper!” Gabby announced as she pulled herself up to see over the store counter.

“That’ll be two bits.” The shopkeeper griffon plainly retorted without looking up.

Gabby appeared confused. “Bits?” She asked. “What’s a bit?”

“No bits,” The shopkeeper replied with a hint of annoyance. “No diaper. Simple as that. You want something here, you have to pay for it.”

Gabby plopped her very soaked backside upon the store’s floor and started to cry. “But, but,” she sputtered. “No diaper means Gildy no change me. No change mean Papa Gruff no teach me to potty like big griff.”

“Not my…,” The shopkeeper started but then trailed off as he noticed the floor around the fledgling was taking on ‘water’.

FA-PUMP!

A small package of ‘Diaper Dweeb’ diapers found itself flying over the counter towards the sad, grey feathered griffon. “Take these to Gilda or whoever!” The shopkeeper growled. “Now get out of here! And don’t come back here until someone else can teach you not to leave puddles on other griffons floors!”

Gabby took hold of the small package of diapers, stood up, and tore out of the shop. All that remained of her was a noticeable puddle on the floor.

The shopkeeper growled while grabbing a mop and bucket. “This is going on both their tabs,” He muttered to himself. “With an inconvenience tax added on for good measure.”





It took about an hour for Gabby to find where Gilda had went to throw her rocks. Her journey was met with very disapproving looks from other griffons. However not a single one felt they should do anything more than just give displeased stares and complain about the diaper-clad fledgling sloshing through the town. Each of them were convinced it was the responsibility of only one griffon, the one who was supposed to care for and train the chicks.

“GILDY!” Gabby cried while proudly holding out the package of diapers she got from the store. “You change me now!”

Gilda, again, found herself dropping her rocks while being totally annoyed about how Gabby had managed to find her. “Ungh!” She groaned. “You’ll leave me alone if I change your diaper, right?”

Gabby nodded her head up-and-down. “Yes!” She replied with a chirp. “I go to Papa Gruff and he show me how to use potty like big griff who be able to go to Junior Speeders!”

Gilda eyed the sack she had brought for the stones she carried to her vandalism site. This gave her an idea. “Okay, dweeb,” She sighed. “Let’s get that diaper of yours changed so you can get out of my feathers.”

Gabby smiled as all she heard was the positives and none of the negatives in Gilda’s statement.





“Papa Gruff!” Gabby cried as she burst through the elder griffon’s front door. “Gildy change my diapers and even gave me a present to give you too!”

Papa Gruff stomped towards the fledgling and snatched the small sack that was to be given to him. “Fine!” He growled. “So, do you ever feel all tingly before your diaper gets warm?”

Gabby thought on it and realized she was feeling that way right now. “I feel tingly now!” She called out with a smile. “Now what I do?”

Papa Gruff gestured towards his restroom. “Go in there, take off your diaper, sit on the toilet until you hear water going in the bowl, put your diaper back on, and repeat until you go a few days without needing to bother any griff to change you. Simple as that.” He instructed.

“Okee!” Gabby cheered as she did all that she was told. It sounded easy enough.





Papa Gruff discovered the  surprise that Gilda had gifted him, and was quite furious by the time little Gabby had come out to show she’d succeeded in using the potty.

“I did it!” She cheered. “Diapers dry, water sound went in potty, and tingly feeling all gone! Gildy now take me to Junior Speeders!”

“Great job, kiddo,” Papa Gruff replied as a sinister grin formed across his face. “This calls for a reward.”

“Oh, goody!” Gabby awed with delight as she flapped about Papa Gruff’s house.

Papa Gruff wasted no time in heading to his kitchen. Here he mixed up one of the strongest “special” drinks he could devise that he knew Gabby would drink. It was usually for griffons with certain problems, but in this case it would serve a different purpose. “This’ll fix that Gilda,” He beamed while commented to himself. “Special delivery.”

“What?” The fledgling grey-griffon asked as she made her way into the kitchen, having overheard Papa Gruff speaking.

“Here!” Papa Gruff offered while passing a mug of a very sweet-tasting drink. “Congratulations on your sucess. Big griffs get rewards.”

The drink was so good that Gabby had the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. “Okee!” She cheerfully chirped. “I go see Gildy now and tell her I can potty!”

“Off with you,” The older, green-feathered griffon shooed. “Gilda can take it from here.”





Gabby was feeling very sick to her stomach when she finally tracked down Gilda. “Papa, Gruff,” She moaned as she came to a stop in front of Gilda. “I, uh, use…”

Having stopped made the pressure in the fledgling’s tummy beg for release. So she quickly raised her tail, hunched over, and her diaper started to sag.

“Gah!” Gilda gagged as the smell assaulted her nostrils. “What did you eat today?”

Gabby talked as she continued to evacuate herself. “Papa Gruff,” She answered. “Papa Gruff gave special drink for making tingly feeling go in potty.”

Gilda sneered. “Oh, he did?” She asked. “He didn’t happen to tell you what to do when you felt your tail raise and your stomach ached, did he?”

Gabby moaned as she still felt unwell in her belly. “No,” She replied. “What do I do when I feel that?”

Gilda grinned. “You go to Papa Gruff’s house, go into his bathroom, push out that feeling in his potty, and then ask him to clean you up,” She told Gabby. “Then he takes the potty somewhere special to empty it out, like all griffons do.”

Gabby smiled. “And when I do, I no longer a diaper dweeb and go to Junior speeders?” She asked with much hope in her eyes.

“You got it!” Gilda replied while taking hold of a small box. “But... it would seem you… er... ‘got into the mud’ as it were, and I really should clean you up.”

“Mud?” Gabby wondered. Her diaper was beyond filled but her mind was in the clouds as a result of knowing she would soon be a Junior Speedster just like Gilda.

Gilda gave Gabby a quick wash, put a new diaper on her, and placed the old diaper into the small box. She informed Gabby to give that to Papa Gruff the next time she went over as it was proof of how the elder of Griffonstone takes pride in the achievements of his children.





This started an ongoing process of Gilda, Papa Gruff, and various other griffons getting ‘special deliveries’ from the young grey griffon. Eventually the town agreed that making an honest effort to potty train her was in every griffon’s best interest. 

They also noticed how well Gabby could track down any griff in Griffonstone. So, as she grew older, she was given the task of being the mail griff. This not only allowed the citizens of Griffonstone to send and receive messages without bothering to interact with each other. But, more importantly, make Gabby go away before her ‘Griffony Sunshine’ drove them all to madness.
> Moon v.s. Sparkle (Moondancer)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Moondancer tried to quell the slight nervous feeling in her stomach as she waited for her friend Twilight Sparkle to arrive at her (that is, Twilight’s) birthday party. Ordinarily, she would be quite glad to see Twilight. Out of all the other unicorn toddlers her parents made her mix with, Twilight was the only one who could read perhaps better than Moondancer herself (and do maths nearly as well). Having a rival was fun, at least when you had something you could one-up them at. And there was where Moondancer’s current worries lay, for she knew she would have to face competition from Twilight in a new field, that of potty training. And she wasn’t sure who would have the advantage.

Of course at first glance, Moondancer herself was well ahead, having been in training for nearly three months already. She could already barely remember the days when she filled her diapers without thinking about it, but she could remember the day it stopped. It had been a bit of a family event, her mother explaining how older ponies went undiapered, her father presenting her with a shiny, new plastic potty and even her sister demonstrating its use with her dolls. Though a bit surprised, Moondancer had also felt proud that her family thought she was ready. 

She had even bragged about it a bit to Twilight, who still used her diapers despite being older. Of course the purplish coated filly had declared (with that annoying know-it-all-ness of hers) that ponies weren’t properly able to potty train until the age of three, and of course Moondancer had replied with words to the effect of “just watch me”. After all, the two of them could read as well as ponies years older than them already, why should bladder control be any different?

Except that, well, Moondancer had started to wonder if Twilight might be right. The first few weeks had seen her new pull-ups soiled and changed almost as frequently as the diapers they had replaced, And although she had managed to use the potty more often since, it was still somewhat hit-and-miss. Mercifully, she had managed to avoid any accidents in front of her friends, and kept up a pretense of consistent success. But she knew that had only lasted so long because she also hadn’t seen them much lately. 

And all that time Twilight had kept using her diapers on purpose, often with forethought, and sticking to the idea of starting on her third birthday… well, Moondancer had begun to see it as a mercy. But now that mercy had run out, and if Twilight’s theory was correct, she would take to her new potty much quicker than the months-younger Moondancer. In her more worried moments, the filly saw her friend progressing to the adult toilet while Moondancer remained plagued by accidents.

Of course, Moondancer didn’t think to share these thoughts with her “peers”, the other fillies from the neighborhood who had been gathered for the party. None of them could even read or count beyond four, and she saw no sign that any of them had started to move beyond their diapers, indeed the yellow one (Moondancer didn’t bother to remember their names) had already wet and been changed while they waited for Twilight.

No, the other clever filly was the only one who might understand. But for her to find out Moondancer was bluffing would just invite an “I told you so”. So Moondancer would just have to keep trying, and hope Twilight’s age didn’t give her too much of an advantage. And speaking of which… it sounded like the birthday filly might finally be putting in an appearance.

Her brother followed her, a shopping bag aloft in his magic, a bag with a quite obviously potty-shaped bulge. It seemed Twilight would be starting on schedule.





And as if she needed a reminder of the expectations placed on her, Moondancer could overhear her parents as they talked with Twilight’s parents (who were currently cutting up the ice cream cake and eyeing the growing stash of presents):

“I tell you, Velvet, my little Moon is a natural when it comes to potty training,” Mrs. Dancer commented. She had the same eyes and coat color as her daughter, but her mane and tail were natural, straight locks of gold and silver. Her cutie mark was a stack of books, reflecting her skill as a librarian. “I think she could give your daughter some pointers.”

Twilight Velvet was unconcerned about Mrs. Dancer’s comments. “Oh, I think my little Twilight can manage things on her own, Dusty,” She commented in a dismissive tone. She’d learned long ago to tune out this kind of uppercrust talk. “I’m not in any rush. Shining was a late bloomer to potty training, but he turned out just fine in the end, didn’t he Night Light?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, of course, hon,” Night Light absentmindedly commented. “We kind of rushed him into it without asking him if he was ready, and that led to a lot of problems. Quite a few bumps in the road. So with Twilight we decided to wait, let her decide for herself when she’s ready. She’s read all the books there are on the subject,” With a chuckle he added. “She could probably run her training all by herself if she wanted to. And there’s always Shining to help her out if she needs it.”

Mr. Dancer just adjusted his dark brown spectacles, he had the same mane and tail color as his daughter but his coat color was a considerably darker shade of blue than Night Light’s. “Our little Moondancer doesn’t need anypony’s help. We told her exactly what’s expected of her and what she can expect if she sticks to it. It was a slow start, but now I think she’s getting the hang of it. We might actually transition straight to toilet training at this rate.”

“You sure you’re not rushing things, Star?” Night Light nervously inquired. “I’ve read that if you push too fast and too hard on potty training it can have adverse effects on a child’s psychological state. She’s only young once, it’s not a bad idea to let her enjoy it and ease into potty training when she’s ready.”

Velvet nodded her head. “Besides, think of all the fun you’re missing out on. Oh, the stories that Shining inspired me to write when he was a little one,” She paused and wiped a tear from her eyes. “Sorry, I’m getting a little bit sentimental.”

Mr. and Mrs. Dancer just exchanged judgemental glances as Mr. Dancer declared. “These are the methods our family has used for generations. You’ll recall that our first daughter was fully dry by the time she was four? I fully expect our little Moon will break that record. Certainly a plus when applying to Magic Kindergarten.”

Night Light waved a hoof. “That’s a long ways off. I’m sure we’ll have Twilight well on her way in potty training by then. She’s got a good year and a half before we have to worry about that.” Then they went back to cutting up the ice cream cake.





While Moondancer was listening in on her parents’ conversation, Twilight was concerned.

Oh, not about her training as a whole. She was going to do it by the book so success was guaranteed. But the book also said things like: ”Everypony will have some accidents to start with”, and ”Practice makes perfect”. Which was fine, unlike what some ponies might think Twilight was ok not being perfect (at least when a book assured her it was normal). What she was not ok with was being shown up by a filly who had rushed into training too early. Contrary to her predictions, she hadn’t heard of Moondancer having any accidents. Indeed, her parents had sounded proud of her. And she herself seemed confident that she would show off her potty training skills today, at the party.

So the little filly would just wait for an opportunity to present itself, find something that would make her have to go. Then she’d get to use her new potty, and everypony would be impressed with her and not Moondancer.

Once she got her potty, anyway. And that wouldn’t be until present time. Even though she knew what it was, Shining still insisted on “gifting” it to her. And present time wouldn’t be until after cake time, and game time. But maybe that could work to Twilight’s advantage. In the meantime, she occupied herself by talking briefly with some of her peers. She naturally couldn’t resist talking about her potty training even though she’d just started it. Her fellow friends shrug it off without concern. “Who cares? Why would anypony want to go without diapers?” Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts both said in response.

Minuette seemed to think the same, though before she had a chance to make her thoughts on the subject known she let out a gasp! “Hey, is that the cake? Is it cake time?”

Twilight turned towards the table, seeing her parents standing at the table with the ice cream cake that had been cut into slices ready for serving. They’d stuck three candles into the center, and Velvet was using her magic to lower the cake gently onto the table. “Okay, everypony, gather around! It’s time to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Twily!” She called in a chipper tone.

Twilight scrambled to the table, a task made difficult by the fact that she wasn’t fully accustomed to walking about in her new pull-up. She stumbled forward and tripped. Fortunately she was quickly picked up by her dad and placed into her big girl seat.

Moondancer and the other fillies quickly got into their seats as well, and Shining Armor came trotting out to join the parents.

Right on cue all sang “Happy Birthday” to Twilight and watched as she blew out her candles in a single breath. The only wish she had right now, was for potty time to come soon so that she’d have a chance to show off.

As was tradition in the Sparkle family household, the birthday pony got the first slice of cake. Twilight was allowed to eat without a bib. She began to dig into her slice with just her hooves, the one time it was acceptable to do so. The more she ate and the faster she ate it, the sooner it would work its way through her system. At least, that’s how she assumed it would work.

Moondancer watched her friend eating her cake sloppily. She just focused on eating her slice carefully, with proper table manners as taught by her parents. She was surprised to see Twilight ask for a second, and then a third slice of the cake.





Not long after cake time had concluded, Moondancer thought for sure she felt a familiar sensation in her bladder. She had drank a lot of milk with the cake, and milk always seemed to go through her quicker than other liquids. Before any of the games could begin, she would have to slip away to use the potty.

The problem was that her parents had brought her potty with her but they had set up in the downstairs bathroom. It was now expected of her to make it to her potty all by herself since she was so far along, rather than asking for a grown-up to escort her to it. And the downstairs bathroom was a ways away in her little mind.

But big fillies could make it regardless of the distance. So Moondancer not so subtly scampered off towards the downstairs bathroom without saying a word.

Twilight happened to spot Moondancer dashing off but didn’t think much of it. She was distracted by party games, which for most foals her age were the highlight of any birthday party. Besides, it would give her something to think about besides how much time she had to wait until all that cake would be on its way out.

The party games were your standard fare for birthday parties: Pin the tail on the pony, pinata, and musical chairs. Twilight partook in them willingly, every so often her thoughts would drift into potty training and to her desire to best Moondancer at it.

Unfortunately there was one element Twilight hadn’t counted on when planning out her activities and actions, Minuette or Colgate, whatever the name of that aqua blue coated unicorn with a mane whose color scheme and style looked like toothpaste.

“Hey, Twilight!” Minuette greeted as she shimmed about in her diaper. “Can’t believe you’re starting potty training. Guess we’re not gonna be diaper buddies anymore. That’s a shame because diapers are the best, wouldn’t you agree?”

Twilight blinked in surprise. “I guess they are,” She replied and under her breath she added. “When you’re two years old.”

Minuette didn’t hear the second part of Twilight’s statement, so she just giggled and made her diaper shake and crinkle. “You really can’t do that with pull-ups! Diapers are just so comfy, like having a pillow on your rump. An absorbent pillow that can protect you whenever you need to do anything,” Then without hesitation she declared. “In fact, I kind of have to go pee right now. You don’t mind, do you?” She’d been told it wasn’t polite to go in front of others and she avoided doing so if it was number two, but for number one she didn’t see what the big deal was.

“Uh…” Twilight trailed off in uncertainty. If she were still in diapers the answer would’ve been an obvious yes, but now that she was in pull-ups she needed to start thinking like a big girl. What was the way a big girl responded to that sort of question?

Without even waiting for an answer, Minuette relaxed and flashed a toothy smile as a faint hiss could be heard. Her diaper quickly swelled up as she emptied her bladder, the little suns on her diaper fading to storm clouds in the process. She finished pretty quickly and her diaper was now considerably damp. “Ah, much better. Well, time for a change. Be right back!” She declared to Twilight and then waddled away to find her mom and dad.

For a moment Twilight just stood there and blinked, surprised at Minuette’s total unconcern for publicly wetting herself. But before she could think about it further, she felt an ominous rumble in her gut. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed all that cake, maybe ten minutes or so. Regardless, there was only one thing she needed to do! She needed the bathroom, now!

So without even bothering to look for her parents or Shining (who would’ve gladly helped her in her time of need) the birthday filly sprinted away! She knew where the bathroom was, and she could’ve sworn she’d seen Moondancer heading in the general direction of it earlier. But those were unimportant details, all Twilight knew for sure was that if she didn’t book it she would end up with a “Try Again” sticker on her potty chart, and on her first day of potty training no less. That was an outcome she wanted to avoid by any means necessary!





In the bathroom, Moondancer unhappily sighed as she sat upon her potty. It was made to resemble Celestia’s throne and looked quite childish as a result. But her parents had considered it well worth the expense, a plain old potty wouldn’t have sufficed and the chamber pot replicas were old fashioned, something that only the most uncivilized of ponies still used.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open! Moondancer turned her head in time to see a purple coated blur dart inside and clumsily shut the door behind her! “Twilight?” Moondancer blinked in surprise.

Whatever confidence Twilight had had up to that point vanished upon seeing Moondancer seated on her potty. “Oh, Moondancer,” She commented in a dejected and downtrodden tone of voice. “I guess you had to go too, since you did. Figures you’d be better at potty training than me, you got a head start on it.”

Moondancer hated to see Twilight look so upset, and now she couldn’t help but feel guilty. Any desire she might have had to show off and gloat about her superiority left her. Just a few weeks ago she was no further along than Twilight was now. So she got off her potty. “Actually, Twilight. There’s something I wanna show you,” She gestured underneath the plastic bowl as she promptly pulled out a pull-up, its sagging outward appearance indicating a good soak. “I almost made it to my potty, but as you can see almost doesn’t really count.”

“But why were you sitting on it, then? Why not just tell your mommy and daddy?” Twilight asked her friend.

“Because they want me to sit on my potty regardless of whether I make or don’t make it. They say sometimes you may have to go even if you don’t think you have to. Besides, my parents wouldn’t be very happy to find out I had an accident now. They want me to be fully trained as soon as possible, even if I don’t think I’m ready.” Moondancer explained before she put the pull-up back underneath the potty.

Twilight felt an enormous sense of relief overtake her as a result of Moondancer’s confession. At least now she got a sense that the two of them were about equal on their training, even if one had gotten a head start.

Twilight started looking all around, unable to find what she was looking for. Realization struck her suddenly! “Oh no! Shiny never gave me my potty! But I really, really, really have to go!” She started doing a little potty dance, crossing her legs and hopping about as a few beads of sweat worked their way down her face.

“I suppose you can’t try to use the toilet?” Moondancer asked as she gestured a hoof to the aforementioned object that stood at the far end of the bathroom. Its size and form towering over both foals.

Twilight eyed the toilet and shook her head. “I’m not ready for that. Every book I’ve read says that’s not until a pony can put their legs over the side of the toilet seat for balance,” Then she groaned. “But I don’t wanna fail my first day of potty training!”

“Here, you can use my potty,” Moondancer said. “I don’t need it right now. Then we’ll just tell our parents what happened.”

“Sounds like a great idea to me.” A voice familiar to Twilight called out. And then who should enter the bathroom but Shining Armor himself? But unfortunately for Twilight, he didn’t have her potty with him.

“B.B.B.F.F, where’s my potty?” Twilight asked her older brother.

“Mom and Dad are still wrapping it, Twily. And you know the rules: No opening presents before they’re wrapped,” Shining lightly scolded. “Just use Moondancer’s potty. I’ll help you clean up.”

Twilight wasn’t so sure. “But it’s not my potty. It won’t count. Will it?” She asked after a slight protest.

Shining nodded his head. “I think we can make an exception to the rules just this once, especially since you turned down my offer to try and use the toilet this morning. I’ll still give you a sticker.”

That was all the assurance that Twilight needed. However, she struggled with getting her pull-up off. Shining had to help her undo the tab and slide it down her rump. The filly climbed onto Moondancer’s potty and as soon as she had gotten comfortable she started to push. Due to her earlier efforts to hold back it didn’t take much for her to successfully poop in the potty, though her face did turn red for a bit. It was an enormous relief to the filly once she’d finished.

Shining clapped his hooves as did Moondancer. “Well done, Twily! Mom and Dad will be so proud to hear that you went potty like a big filly!” But then he warned. “You shouldn’t try to hold it in that long, though. That’s not healthy.”

“But I didn’t wanna have an accident.” Twilight protested with a whimper.

Shining simply replied. “Accidents are a part of the process. Everypony has them at some point. When you try to force yourself to go or not to go, that can cause problems. You could get an infection. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Twilight shook her head. “I guess not.”

Moondancer shook her head as well. “I definitely wouldn’t want that, that sounds horrible!”

The stallion nodded his head again. “Indeed it does,” He proceeded to grab some toilet paper from the nearby roll, planning to use it to wipe his sister’s rump clean. “Which is why you two shouldn’t be trying to compete with each other when it comes to potty training. Real talent doesn’t come from showing off and making a public spectacle of it. Real talent is learning how to do it naturally, in a way that it becomes like second nature to you. And everypony learns at their own pace.”





Just after Shining had finished wiping down Twilight, he picked up the training potty and emptied it into the toilet .He was just about to flush it when Lyra Heartstrings came into the bathroom. “Excuse me,” She commented. “I need to go potty.”

“Well you’ll just have to wait, there’s only one potty available and it needs to be emptied.” Shining explained as he gestured to Moondancer’s potty.

Lyra shook her head. “Then I’ll just use the toilet instead. Though I’ll need some help getting up on the seat.”

Shining eyed Lyra with concern. “You sure you want to do that? The toilet is pretty big for a filly your size.”

“I’m sure. I know you won’t let anything happen to me, Twilight’s always talking about how protective you are,” Lyra explained as she trotted close to Shining Armor. “So can you please help me up? I really need to go.”

The stallion reluctantly obliged, using his magic to carefully scoop up the filly and float her gently onto the toilet seat. “Try not to wiggle or move around too much,” He cautioned. “If you think you’re going to fall in just let me know.”

But Lyra didn’t have any trouble at all. She made it look so easy as she sat delicately on the toilet seat and did her business, a series of plops and splashes soon being heard by all. “I’m done. You can help me down and wipe me up.” She told Shining.

Twilight and Moondancer were both shocked. They hadn’t even dared to go near or try to use the toilet. Yet Lyra had not only done so without a second thought, but had used it with the greatest of ease.

Shining Armor helped Lyra down from the toilet seat and as he started cleaning her up, she looked at her friends and appeared to be surprised at both of their reactions. “What?” She asked in a voice that sounded completely unconcerned. “It’s no big deal. The toilet is just a big potty. I’m just really good at sitting on it. I’m sure you two will be just as good at it when you’re ready to start using it,” She turned to Shining Armor and asked. “Can I flush the toilet? I know how to do that too.”

Shining Armor nodded, and found a stepstool for Lyra to use so she could reach the flush handle. But before she could push it down, Twilight came up and said. “I read that whatever is in the toilet never comes out. I always wanted to know why.”

“I always wanted to know what was making that loud noise,” Moondancer added as she went trotted over. “And now that I know that it’s coming from the toilet. However, I don’t know how it does that.”

Shining Armor realized what Twilight and Moondancer wanted to see went to find another step stool. He returned with one.

 “Looks like it’s your lucky day!” Lyra smiled as Twilight and Moondancer climbed up onto the stepstool.

 Once they looked down into the toilet bowl, Twilight give the signal.

“Alright, here it goes!” Lyra said, putting a hoof on the flush handle and pushed it down.

“FWOOSH” The toilet roared, signaling the start of the flush. Both Twilight and Moondancer saw the water inside the bowl was spinning around and around. It went so fast that it started to form a dizzying whirlpool. After a few seconds all the water went down a hole at the bottom, taking everything with it. Then the toilet started to refill with crystal clear water.

“Looks like all of those books that you read were right, Twilight,” Moondancer whispered. “Whatever goes into the toilet never comes back out. It’s kind of scary if you think about it.”

“Yeah. But I think it was well worth the wait to find out. Don’t you?” Twilight asked.

Moondancer nodded her head and smiled as she, Lyra, Twilight and Shining Armor left the bathroom. They went to find Twilight’s parents so she can get herself ready to open up all of her birthday presents, including her new potty.
> Yaks, Ponies and Potties (Yona)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yona had expected to have some difficulties adapting to the ways of ponies when she was chosen to attend one of their schools. One of the first things she had to get used to was the fact that she couldn’t just smash stuff whenever she wanted to anymore. It took a few trips to detention before the young yak learned that breaking things on purpose was not tolerated by ponies. And while her long hair had initially given her much trouble, once Professor Rarity styled it into the most beautiful set of curls, Yona no longer had to fear tripping over them and bumping to someone or something else.

But there were other aspects of pony life that gave Yona trouble, chief among them was a concept that all the students from other kingdoms had to learn: Potty training. Well actually, it wasn’t really that since they were already old enough to know how to answer nature’s call and had their own toileting customs. But not all of them were acceptable to ponies, so they had to learn how to make use of what were called bathrooms or restrooms (among other terms).

For Yona this was perhaps her biggest problem, because she had no experience with indoor plumbing of any kind. Back in Yakyakistan yaks had little huts they did their business in, which weren’t anything more than holes in the ground covered up later. And that was only for the yaks who stayed in the village, if yaks had to go at all while traveling, they would just go in a snowbank somewhere and utilize any sort of foliage or tree branches to clean up (washing their hooves was seldom done, more because they had no real access to any sources of water in their cold climates).

Yet it was expected of her to utilize these bathrooms and what was inside of them in order to do her business, toilets. Yona’s first attempt at using one did not go smoothly. It was one of the so called throne models, though why it was called that Yona had no idea as to her it didn’t resemble any kind of throne at all. It was just a really big bowl with a seat, and a strange handle like object made of silver. And it had water for whatever reason.

“Professors says Yona have to use toilet while at school,” Yona said to herself as she stood inside a stall, eyeing the toilet in front of her in all its strange wonder. “If using toilet help Yona fit in and be accepted by ponies, then Yona try.”

And try the yak did. She trotted forward quite nervously, her usual confidence nowhere to be seen. She didn’t know what exactly this thing did or how it worked, and she was afraid she might mess up “using” it somehow. But she was too stubborn and prideful to admit that she didn’t know how a toilet worked. “Other creatures just make fun of Yona.” She thought to herself, assuming that they had no trouble using these things. And if everyone else could use it just fine why should she be the exception?

Getting up onto the seat was easy enough, Yona’s hooves initially slipped right off because the seat was so smooth and she was not expecting it. But after only a minute she was able to find a place to grip and used it to pull herself up from the ground and turn herself around.

But as soon as Yona had placed her rump on the seat, there was a faint crack and then the next thing she knew there was water everywhere! Looking down, the yak saw what looked like white chunks where the toilet used to be. Apparently her weight was too much for the toilet to handle, and she had broken it completely. Never in all her life had she felt so humiliated.

“Hey, Yona!” The impatient voice of Smolder called from the other side of the door. “Hurry it up in there, will you?! Class is about to start!”

Yona came trotting out as the water spilled out of the stall and onto the bathroom floor, tears of shame streaming their way down the yak’s face.

Smolder locked eyes with what remained of the toilet and let out a gasp! “Yona, what did you do?!” It wouldn’t occur to her until later that perhaps that wasn’t the best response to the situation, because it only served to make Yona feel more ashamed and embarrassed.





Twilight tried her best not to groan when she learned of Yona’s unfortunate accident. “I suppose I should’ve seen this coming,” She said to herself. “Of course a yak would be too heavy for our toilets to handle, even one in Yona’s size. Guess I’ll have to make other arrangements.”

Those other arrangements took the form of replacing the destroyed throne toilet with something more yak compatible. The new toilet was now more like a big box or trench that rested on the floor of the stall. There wasn’t a handle, instead there was some kind of strangely colored tile nearby. And it was said that several other toilets just like it were being installed throughout the school, since they were more sanitary and less of a hassle to use for a lot of creatures (though a few of the old ones remained, mostly for the pony students who were used to them).

But even after the replacement toilet was installed, Yona still had a hard time figuring it out. Her first attempt to use it caused her to get one hoof tangled up with toilet paper, while another one accidentally stepped on the colored tile. Yona promptly slipped backward a bit and her butt happened to dip down into the box as one of her hooves had ended up touching, and pushing down on the flush pedal. “FWOOSH!” The toilet loudly roared as it began flushing. It wasn’t long before her entire backside was being hit by a powerful rush of water. The powerful suction was not strong enough to affect her, but the water was still unpleasantly cold.

So having struck out twice with the toilets at school, Yona resorted to the only option available to her (besides the possibility of wearing diapers, she did not want to be the only creature in school who was forced to wear them): She would go outside and do her business behind the school, like a wild animal. Even then, though, she still heard the whispers from other creatures about how it was wrong for her to do that and that something was wrong with her because of that. All of which only served to make the yak feel more isolated and alone, an outcast and a total stranger in a society she had so desperately wanted to be part of and learn more about.

To one creature who happened to be close to Yona, that was unacceptable. He couldn’t stand to see one of his friends be so upset and unhappy. He was going to do something about it, so help him Celestia!

Thus, one day, Sandbar opted to talk to Yona during the break between classes. The time of day when most students usually went to the bathroom. “Hey, Yona,” He greeted with that trademark smile of his. It seemed like he almost never let anything bother him. “You going somewhere?”

“Yes!” Yona replied, a bit too eagerly. Even yaks didn’t exactly announce when they were answering nature’s call as it was, yaks would just slip away to do it in private. Besides, she had come to learn that ponies didn’t announce such things, and it was her understanding that when living with ponies one had to abide by at least some of their rules. “Yona need to… er…” She paused, trying to think of a way to get around the situation without telling Sandbar. “Go for walk outside. Yona want to sniff flowers and relax.”

Sandbar tried to hold back a giggle. “Great idea, Yona. But uh, don’t you think it might be better if you uh… used the bathroom first? That’s what these breaks are kind of for, you know.”

“Sandbar know?!” Yona exclaimed before realizing her mistake.

“Yona, it’s not a secret that you go outside to go to the bathroom. Lots of students are talking about it,” Sandbar commented. “But you’re not a wild animal, you’re a yak. You weren’t raised in a barn, were you?”

The yak shook her head and snorted. “No! Yona raised in Yakyakistan! Yakyakistan no barn!”

The colt opted to take Yona by the hoof (much to Yona’s surprise). “Then you know what you gotta do, right? You gotta do what all civilized creatures do.”

“But, Yona already try to use pony toilets. Yona break first one and mess up on second one,” Yona protested. “Yona and pony toilets not get along.”

“It’s a toilet, it’s not some sentient creature,” Sandbar couldn’t help but chuckle. “So you had a few bad experiences? Who hasn’t? I’m sure a lot of other students had just as much trouble adapting to some of the toilets here as you’ve had. I mean, the ones Headmare Twilight built for you certainly took some getting used to for me. But if I could learn how to use a toilet built for yaks, you can totally do the same.”

Sandbar led Yona along to one of the bathrooms, and after a bit of searching unsuccessfully he found a stall that had one of the squat toilets built specifically to be used by creatures like Yona. “It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it,” He explained. “You just have to make sure you don’t make any unnecessary movements while you um… do what you have to do. And of course you have to watch the flush pedal so you don’t step on it by mistake, it wastes water.”

“So when toilet paper come into play?” Yona questioned, remembering that the roll had been what had tripped her up last time.

“Not until after you’ve used the toilet. You use the toilet paper to clean up,” Sandbar explained. “And you usually just need one hoof for that, though if you need to use more hooves that’s fine. You just have to watch where your hooves are and where you place them. And in some cases you gotta watch out for puddles, these floors can get really slippery. Trust me, I speak from experience.”

“Sandbar have problems with toilet too?” Yona suddenly realized.

“Well at first, yeah, just like I said,” The colt replied while blushing a bit. “But my parents taught me that just because you run into trouble doesn’t mean you give up. I know you can get the hang of these toilets if you just keep trying. You can’t let one bad experience stop you, because then you’ll never do anything interesting or even necessary in life.”





Thanks to Sandbar’s advice (and to a lesser extent demonstration of where one's hooves should be and when), Yona was able to master the school toilets much more easily than she had anticipated. Pretty soon there were only distant memories of her going outside to go to the bathroom. Of course regular pony toilets were still inaccessible to her. Even when she tried one that was supposedly brand new, it couldn’t take her weight and cracked into pieces. So squat toilets were the only ones she was able to use. But it did make her feel better knowing that other creatures used them too, and that they too had at one point or another, struggled with such things.

Looking back on the experience years later, Yona would insist that this probably when Sandbar had first started to take an interest in her as something more than just a friend. Even if it would be at least a year before he would even think of asking her to a dance.

Sandbar, for his part, insisted that it was just a friend helping another friend and there was nothing more to it than that. After all, he had a baby sister that he helped take care of, so knowing a thing or two about toilets and how to use them was kind of to be expected.
> Training and Teamwork (Legion of Doom)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Tirek is being a big bully again,” Cozy Glow complained to Grogar as the evil goat looked up from his crystal ball. “He doesn’t wanna listen to me because he says I’m ‘too little’. And Chrysalis barely ever talks to me, she just talks to that stupid log of hers.”

Grogar grumbled. “I’ll deal with it in a minute. And you really need to stop constantly trying to befriend them. You’re not supposed to do that.”

“But how else am I supposed to gain their trust so they’ll listen to me?” Cozy Glow questioned.

Grogar just muttered. “Some way that doesn’t involve making friends. Now please stop bugging me!”

Cozy Glow left the old goat alone. But Tirek showed up a minute later, looking visibly upset. “Don’t listen to a word that annoying little pipsqueak says. She’s a spoiled brat and a good for nothing tattle tale! And as for Chrysalis, I really don’t see why you bother to keep her around when she never stops talking to herself. It makes it hard for me to get any shut eye around here.”

“I’ll deal with your problems after I take care of Cozy Glow’s, okay?” Grogar snarled a bit. “But I can’t get any work done if you keep pestering me! I know you’re bored, but none of you are ready to face Twilight Sparkle and her friends yet. Don’t forget that I am more powerful than all of you, so don’t make me regret my decision to bring you all here.”

Unfortunately, Chrysalis happened to approach Grogar just as soon as Tirek had made himself scarce. “Look, Grogar, don’t waste your time on those two low lifes. They’re nothing compared to me, and they’re getting on my nerves. I swear, the next time Tirek tries to drain my magic I’m going to give him as many holes as I have! And maybe I’ll give Cozy Glow a few so she’ll stop calling me an ugly bug.”

At that, Grogar stomped a hoof down. “That’s it, I have had enough of your constant bickering!” He complained aloud! “The three of you are all that I have left to bring about my plans, and I can’t do anything if you three won’t stop fighting with each other.”

“They started it!” Cozy Glow insisted in a childish tone.

“I don’t care who started it,” Grogar snapped! “I’m going to finish it once and for all!” His horns began to glow with a sickly green tone, as every bell on his collar hummed with the flow of powerful, evil magic. “You three will learn how to work together whether you like it or not!”

Chrysalis scoffed at Grogar’s threat. “Ha, as if you would do anything to us! You need us as much as we need you!”

“Which is why what I would like to do is unfortunately not an option,” The old goat declared with a hiss. “However, I have decided on a fitting alternative. Seeing as the three of you act no better than ill behaved toddlers, it only seems fitting that your bodies reflect your maturity.”

The eyes of Grogar’s Legion of Doom filled with horror! Cozy most especially! “No, please! I don’t wanna be a little kid again! I don’t wanna go back to preschool!”

“Who said anything about preschool?” Grogar declared as his eyes glew. “You three will be far too young even for that. And until you can learn to work together, you shall suffer this curse!” He enveloped all three members with his magic, watching as their eyes slammed shut!

If they had been able to keep their eyes open, the three evildoers might have been able to see a portal open up above the ground as their bodies began to shrink and change.





Cozy Glow was the first to open her eyes, and when she did, she saw that all was not right. She was no longer in some swampy environment. Everything around her looked strange and unfamiliar, and unusually tall. Most startling of all though, was the fact that instead of hooves and fur her body looked completely different. She had these strange appendages that she could fold into a fist, and it felt like she was on two legs instead of four.

The child looked down, finding herself strangely dressed in some kind of light blue sleeper that only extended down to just past her waist line and did not cover up what she had hoped not to see, a diaper. That meant she couldn’t be much older than two or three years old at the most.

Chrysalis and Tirek soon woke up and saw themselves dressed in similar attire. And they too looked like these strange, otherworldly creatures.

“Where are we? This doesn’t look like any place in Equestria,” Tirek commented. “Everything looks so… childish.” His eyes noticed the soft, carpeted floors and gentle colors of the walls and ceiling.

Cozy Glow let out a gasp! “I… I remember Twilight Sparkle mentioning something about another world once! We must’ve been sent to it somehow!”

“What?!” Chrysalis exclaimed in horror! “Does that mean we’re stuck here, looking like this?”

“I think so,” Cozy nervously commented. “I can’t believe I’m in diapers again, I haven’t worn them since preschool.”

Tirek just grumbled. “Those are the least of our problems, though I certainly don’t want to have to wear something so thick. I don’t see how I could ever walk around when my legs are pushed so far apart.”

“But just where in this other world are we? And why?” Chrysalis pondered aloud. “And more importantly, how in the name of Grogar’s beard are we supposed to get back to Equestria?! This is a fate unbefitting a queen such as I!”

Just then, light suddenly flooded into the room as a door swung open. In strolled a rather elderly male figure that seemed to resemble Grogar if he were in this other world. He even had the beard, though his horns were absent.

“Grogar?!” All three regressed Legion of Doom members commented in collective shock.

If this Grogar heard the three he did not acknowledge it. He instead approached each of them and scooped them up with those appendages that apparently all creatures in this other world had. He set all of them down upon some kind of table with a padded surface, pulling down their dresses as he appeared to inspect their bottoms quite thoroughly (or rathered what was attached to them). “Hm, how very surprising to find you all clean. Usually at least one of you is not,” He said while stroking his beard. “Perhaps you are finally ready to be taught about how big kids address their bodily functions. What do you think?” He asked as he set them down upon the floor in just their diapers.

“What does he mean by that?” Tirek asked the others, as he sensed that this Grogar couldn’t hear him.

Cozy, being the most knowledgeable of the three (as far as she was concerned, anyway), seemed to fight back a gulp. “I think he means that we’re going to learn how to use…” The next words left her mouth quite slowly and ominously. “The potty.”

Chrysalis scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You mean those ridiculous pots with the unnecessarily fancy name? I highly doubt this world has such silly things.”

“Perhaps you refer to the trenches?” Tirek pondered. “I don’t see why we would need to be taught about that. Simply dig a hole in the ground and you’re all set.”

“Well, I don’t know what kind of potties they have in this… other world. I remember the ones at Twilight’s school being more advanced though. Maybe she was inspired by whatever bathrooms they have here?” Cozy concluded.

The Legion of Doom members received the answer when they were brought into a bathroom by this other Grogar. At the edge of the room stood a looming throne like object of pure white. It had a weird bowl shape to it, a curved seat, and some kind of lever on one side. It appeared to tower over them (though that might have been due to their shrunken stature). And the very sight of it was enough to unnerve them, especially Cozy Glow.

“What in the name of all things evil is that?!” Tirek let out a gasp! “That thing looks like it could eat us up if it had teeth!”

Cozy replied while shaking. “It probably couldn’t, but I don’t wanna find out if my hunch is right.”

The other world’s Grogar just replied to the three trembling toddlers before him. “Now, now, the potty is nothing to be scared of. Yes, to your toddler eyes it looks quite big. But I assure you it can’t harm. And it is time you learned how to use it instead of your diapers. That is what the one who left you in my care wanted.”

“This must be Grogar’s curse!” The three displaced baddies realized!





“Now then,” The other Grogar continued as he gestured to the potty. “There is only one potty, so you’ll have to take turns using it. Which of you would like to try first?”

“ME!” Chrysalis loudly declared! “Royalty like myself must always be given favorable treatment!”

Cozy shook her head. “Nu-uh, I’m going first! I’m the only one who has any real experience with this.”

Tirek protested. “Nonsense, I should go first! I’m the biggest out of all of us, and the biggest always go first.”

All three began to push and shove each other, trying to decide who should be first. Unfortunately for Cozy Glow, she was not used to having to fight for anything, especially not in a body she was unfamiliar with. She lost and fell to the ground.

“Tough luck, pipsqueak!” Tirek taunted as he stuck out his tongue. “So, Chrysalis, still want to be first?”

But at that moment Cozy began to cry, tears welling up in her eyes. The other Grogar was at her side in an instant. “Oh dear,” He commented upon inspecting Cozy’s diaper. “Seems you were not ready after all, you’re quite wet.”

“I wouldn’t have wet myself if poopy head Tirek hadn’t shoved me!” Cozy protested as she saw Tirek not so subtly knock Chrysalis to the ground.

“I will deal with him and your other friend after I change you.” The other Grogar replied in a caring tone as he picked up the crying toddler. He promptly carried her out of the bathroom, leaving Tirek and Chrysalis to their own devices.

Tirek, for his part, found it almost impossible to reach the potty. Even when he jumped his stubby little appendages couldn’t grasp the seat. “How do they expect me to use this thing if I can’t even reach it?!” He complained.

“Simple, really,” Chrysalis snickered as she got up and went over to a nearby stool. “Obviously you’re supposed to use this. Only a truly clever creature like myself would think of that.” She subsequently pushed the stool across the bathroom floor (a task that was made difficult with her tiny body) and lined it up with the potty. To her it seemed much more like a throne, and what was a throne without a queen to sit on it?

Using the stool, Chrysalis clumsily climbed onto the seat. It was definitely big, she could only barely stay on it. But barely was good enough, it wasn’t like there was anyone else around to knock her off. Then she looked down at the bowl, noticing that it was full of water. And her diaper was directly above said water. “Oops,” She realized. “Cozy once said that you can’t use the potty if you’re wearing a diaper.” So she used her appendages to rip off her diaper, letting it fall into the water below without a care.

Chrysalis was about to make her attempt to “use” this magnificent throne she was seated on, when the silver handle shaped device caught her attention. “I wonder what that does. It must be important.” She thought to herself and subconsciously got up from her sitting position. Standing on the seat was even harder, it was a tough balancing act. Yet somehow she managed, grasping the handle with one of her appendages and pushing it down.

“Fwoosh!” An unfamiliar sounding roar reached Chrysalis and Tirek’s ears, it was so loud that Tirek had to cover his ears (Chrysalis would’ve done the same if not for the fact that one of the appendages she would use to do so was currently holding onto the handle). As for Chrysalis, she gazed down at the bowl as the waters below her seemed to suddenly turn into a raging whirlpool! She watched as they snatched up her diaper and sucked it down a hole at the bottom of the bowl where it disappeared!

But only a few seconds later there came a strange, gurgling sound. Suddenly, the water returned and started to rise above the bowl! It began to spill out onto the floor!

“What did you do?!” Tirek snapped at Chrysalis as he felt his diaper grow warmer! Any sense of self control had left him due to how frightened he was!

A frightened Chrysalis could only reply. “I don’t know!” She held onto the handle with all her might, too afraid to let go for fear that the water might snatch her up as it had her diaper!

At that moment, the other Grogar happened to come back into the bathroom. And he was anything but pleased if the scowl upon his face was any indication. “Chrysalis! Tirek!” He shouted in anger!





It took the other Grogar a very long time to clean up the mess Chrysalis had caused in the bathroom. Her diaper was water logged and saggy, completely useless. Thus it was tossed into a wastebasket with little fanfare.

Cozy Glow couldn’t help but snicker as she saw her two companions exit the bathroom with nothing to show for it but wet legs and diapers that had to be changed.

Once the changes were complete, the real Grogar placed both Tirek and Chrysalis in a corner of the room and made them face the wall. Then he took out a key, closed the bathroom door, and inserted the key into the door. He took it out a moment later. “It seems you three are not ready to learn about the potty just yet. Clearly I will have to make other arrangements,” He put the key into a pocket of his uniform as he scowled. “Until I can trust you all not to cause trouble or pick fights with each other, the bathroom shall be strictly off limits to you.” And with that he departed, the key still in his pocket for safe keeping.

“This is all your fault!” Tirek snapped at Chrysalis! “Now, thanks to you, we’re never going to get out of diapers! We’ll be stuck here forever!”

“It’s… it’s not my fault! You were the one who shoved Cozy Glow!” Chrysalis complained! “How was I supposed to know that you can’t put your diaper in the potty, or that the handle would make the potty do… whatever that was?” She shuddered a bit. “It’s definitely scary, scarier than any creature I’ve ever encountered! To think that in this other world there exists such a thing that can make whatever enters into it disappear completely.”

“And does it have to be so loud?!” Tirek whined!

Cozy laughed as she overheard Tirek and Chrysalis’ conversation. “Boy, considering you two have been around longer than I have you really don’t know anything. But I guess that’s to be expected when you don’t listen to me. This is exactly why the real Grogar always left me in charge when he wasn’t around.”

“No he didn’t!” Tirek and Chrysalis both shouted back.

Cozy shrugged. “Whatever. You don’t have to listen to me if you don’t want to. But then I guess you’ll never know how to actually use the potty. You two can stay in diapers forever and be stuck here with me.”

Both Tirek and Chrysalis protested! “No! Anything but that!”

Cozy Glow gave an evil grin as she looked down at her companions. She had them right where she wanted them. “Then you’d better start doing what I tell you to do. After all, I have the key to the bathroom,” She pulled out the aforementioned object. “I stole it from that other Grogar when he wasn’t looking. But I can’t reach the bathroom door without your help. Help me do that, and I’ll teach you both the proper way to use the potty.”

“How could you possibly know how that… that… that thing works? You only used chamber pots!” Chrysalis snorted!

“Not when I was at Twilight’s school, we had potties like the ones in this world,” Cozy explained. “But if you don’t want my help…”

Tirek gave a faint cough to interrupt. “We’re sorry we were rude to you earlier, Cozy Glow. Maybe if we’d listen to you we wouldn’t be in this er… mess we’re in now.”

Cozy smiled as the scheming child replied. “Good, because speaking of messes I have one that I’d like to do in the potty instead of my diaper. Though making you two change me sounds just as appealing.”

Chrysalis growled. “Don’t push your luck. We are not changing you!”

“Then I guess we’d better hurry and get the bathroom door opened,” Cozy told them. “I can only hold it in for so long, you know.”
> What Goes Up Sadly Comes Down (Gilda)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The joy of childhood is seeing everything as happy and positive regardless of what it may truly be. It is for this reason that raising griffon chicks was always viewed as such a chore. They cost money, took time away from what you wanted, and took forever to get the hint that life is miserable and that’s that. And since no griffon really wanted to do it, the eldest griffon still able to keep up with the younger generation was often “delegated” a role he wanted nothing to do with. In this case, the griffon known simply as Gruff (the young ones sometimes called him “Papa”).

Gilda, a fledgling just getting the hang of flying, was one of these chicks that drove the grumpy griffons crazy. Unlike most chicks, Gilda did not know how to take a hint and viewed all their attempts at putting her down as opportunities to just play pranks on them.

Gruff, one of the eldest griffons in Griffonstone, was frequently one of Gilda’s targets for pranking. Though this was because he was the grumpiest of all griffons and was so funny to startle. The laughter of the other griffons to how he reacted to little Gilda’s pranks made her feel she was getting positive attention while keeping the other griffs from being a target of her mischief.





One day, Griffonstone was visited by representatives from Cloudsdale. Their mission was to establish friendly relations with the griffons through inviting any aspiring youngsters to participate in the Junior Speedsters program. Nearly every griff of the target age had fallen into the grumpy and resentful state as their older counterparts. All but one.

“She’s the only one?” The pegasus envoy considered as Gilda merrily flapped around in her soaked diaper. “Normally, Junior Speedsters are potty trained.”

Gruff, who was a lime green colored griffon, stared down the cloud white coated pegasus. “Your princess wants relations, right?” He bitterly remarked. “Then take her! I can’t keep up with her!”

The envoy thought about this offer while nervously wagging her baby blue colored tail. Taking a griffon still in diapers was probably not what the princess had in mind. “And there’s no other young griffons who’d wish to participate in this program?” She nervously pursued.

Gruff narrowed his eyes. “No!” He spat. “Take her, or get lost!”

The pegasus could not believe how rude Gruff was, and how none of the griffons seemed to care at all for this little chick. However she and her team had come on a mission of friendship and she would see her duties through no matter. “Alright,” She stated in a more confident tone. “All we would need is permission from her parents or guardian.”

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!

Gruff and the envoy both were startled as Gilda had found the pots and pans in Gruff’s house and started to cheerfully bang upon them. Their reactions made her laugh even more as she wet herself now to the point of her diaper coming totally off. This made her feel quite free as she started to flap about Gruff’s home.

“I’m her parent!” Gruff cried while getting up and firmly holding Gilda in his paws The young, brown feathered griffon took this as a hug instead of being restrained.

“You are?” The pegasus replied with disbelief.

“How soon can you take her?!” Gruff demanded as he saw the oversaturated diaper forming a pool on his floor. “I’ll sign her over to you right now!”

The white coated pegasu envoy was taken aback by Gruff’s treatment of his “daughter”. However not much was really known about griffons due to relations breaking down about one hundred years ago. So she just felt it best to get out one of the twelve forms her team had brought for signing up young griffons for Junior Speedsters. “Everything is laid out…” She started to say.

“Signed!” Gruff announced while bringing Gilda towards the pegasus and putting her on top of the envoy’s back. “She’s all yours now.”

The envoy cringed a bit over how Gilda had not been properly tended to before being placed on her back. “Don’t you want to know about the program?” She asked Gruff. “How we are hopeful this will improve relations between ponies and griffons?”

Gruff sneered. “This is what I call improvement,” There was a short pause. “So why are you still here?” He remarked. “Don’t want Gilda late for that Junior Speeder... thing.”

The pegasus blushed. “As her father,” She commented. “I kind of thought you might want to say goodbye and, well, get her into a clean diaper, right?”

Other griffons had started to gather around Gruff’s home as his tantrums always had a way of drawing a crowd.

“Gilda’s father?” One griffon snickered.

“Hey,” Another griffon grinned. “If he is Gilda’s dad then he can just be the designated father for all the chicks in Griffonstone from now!”

A purple fathered griffon giddily flapped her wings. “That’ll show the old coot!” She teased. “Papa Gruff is going to love his new responsibility.”

“He’ll come after us for this,” A yellow griffon nervously added. “He doesn’t mess around when it comes to getting even with any griff.”

The purple feathered one smiled. “He’ll be too busy being the town patron to ever truly get back at any of us,” Then she added. “Plus we’ll throw a few extra bits at him for his ‘service’.”

A red feathered griffon shrugged and smiled. “Works for me!” he proclaimed. “We’ll tell ol’ Papa Gruff about  his new role in Griffonstone the moment those pesky ponies fly their flanks out of here.”

CA-CREEK

THUNK

“Bye-bye, Dada!” Gilda chirped as the pegasus exited the building. “Miss you!” There was no response.

“Team!” The pegasus envoy declared. “We have one volunteer to participate in this friendship exercise! Let us take flight to Cloudsdale and get out of here!”

Nearby pegasi took to the air alongside their leader. And as they left, the rest of Griffonstone made their way in to tell ‘Papa Gruff’ the good news.





Gilda was awestruck by Cloudsdale. It was bright and colorful in comparison to the barren and rundown appearance Griffonstone had. “Pretty-pretty!” She excitedly cried as she started to wobble about on the envoy’s back.

The pegasus envoy worried that the excitement might cause Gilda to have an accident. She had been changed out of her diaper, but her “father” hadn’t provided anymore diapers to change the chick into. So the pegasu zoomed to the nearest cloud and plopped the fledgling griffon down.

“Wow-wow-wowie-wow!” Glda delightedly declared, for she had never sat on a genuine cloud before. It was exciting and wonderful and everything Griffonstone was not.

The white coated pegasus sighed in relief as the area under Gilda went from white to grey. “You like what you see, Gildy?” She cooed.

Gilda fluttered towards the pegasus and gave her a big hug around the leg. “Love Momma!” She chirped.

This statement caught the envoy by surprise. However she quickly reasoned that the young griffon had likely never experienced the type of affection that most ponies give to their foals. “Alright, little one,” She warmly said while getting Gilda back up on her back. “Momma Sky Painter is going to make the most of our month together. That’s a promise.”





Princess Celestia was very pleased at getting even one griffon to participate in their effort to reestablish relations with Griffonstone. Everything had alright up until that balrog swept in to steal their leader’s greatest treasure. Once gone, the griffons went into a frenzy to establish who would lead given the king’s loss of their most valuable artifact. Sadly, over time the griffons went from seeking leadership and teamwork, to only looking out for themselves and apathy. And now it seemed that applied to their young as well.

“It only takes one to make a difference.” Celestia encouraged as she welcomed Sky Painter back from her mission.

Gilda. meanwhile, was flapping about in the throne room until she came to a sudden stop, lifted her hindquarters, and took care of some personal business on the tiled floor.

Sky Painter blushed. “Please pardon Gilda,” She nervously apologized to the princess. “The griffons seem to be very hands-off when it comes to raising their young, as you can clearly see. I’ve been trying to work on potty training, but I’ve been busy just getting her settled in to her new life.”

Celestia watched Gilda regain her excitement after relieving herself. “Accidents happen, Sky Painter,” She calmly declared while using her magic to acquire some tucked away cleaning supplies. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened in the throne room. “And not to worry, I think I have just the pony to help you prepare Gilda for her time at Junior Speedsters. A pony who’s quite an expert at connecting with young ones.”





“Well aren’t you just a bundle of fun, Gilda?” Princess Cadence inquired as she finished bathing and diapering up the young griffon she’d been placed in charge of. “Guess I shouldn’t have doubted Celestia’s advice of being a foal sitter as I grew into my new wings. However, between you and Shining Armor’s little sister, I can see that it is helping me to see the power of love, care and understanding.”

Just then, Shining Armor entered into the guest room at the palace that was to be Gilda’s home until her month at Junior Speedsters came to an end. His purple coated baby sister riding upon his back, all snuggled up and with her eyes closed.

“I see you finally got Twily to take her nap?” Cadence asked the older unicorn.

“I did,” Shining Armor proudly replied. “I only had to walk around the castle four times for her to finally stop wanting to reach out to look at everything.”

Gilda waddled towards the new guest and the foal on his back. “Baby?” She asked.

Cadence smiled. “She’s about your age, Gildy,” Cadence cooed. “Maybe you both can become big girls together?”

“Gilly like that!” Gilda chirped before falling on her padded bottom. “No like diapers!”

Gilda’s loud proclamations woke the resting Twilight Sparkle. “Big bother,” The unicorn mumbled. “Need potty.”

Shining Armor grimaced as Cadence smiled, this would work perfectly for what she in mind. “Okay, Gildy,” She said to the griffon. “It’s time for your first lesson.”

As luck would have it, the guest room Gilda was to stay at was complete with its own private bathroom. There were a lot of very interesting things within it that drew her attention. However she was most drawn to the magical aura that Cadence used to help Twilight up onto the modified ‘pot’. It was much bigger than the ones in Griffonstone. It was gleaming white and was shaped like a bowl with a circle shaped seat. Connected to the back of the bowl was a very large tank, and attached to the upper left side was a strange, silver handle.

FWIP

The young griffon watched as the foal’s diaper was pulled down. Shortly after the sound of water trickling came as Twilight grew a big smile upon her face.

“I’m a big girl!” Twilight proudly declared. “I’ll show Moondancer who is best at potty for sure!”

Shining Armor laughed at his little sister’s statement. “Remember, Twily,” He advised while using his magic to help her to wash her little hooves while he used a wipe to get those areas Twilight was just not ready to clean on her own. “It’s not a competition. Everypony learns at their own pace, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes to master it. Treating it like a competition is just going to lead to problems like it did for your third birthday party.”

Cadence, however, smiled and used her magic to put Twilight back into her diaper. “Keep this up, Twilight,” She cheered. “And you may get three golden suns in a row on your chart.”

Twilight cooed as she clapped her hooves together. “Yay!” She squealed. “I’ll master the potty quicker than B.B.B.F.F did!”

Shining blushed. “Mom and Dad seem to think encouraging her to be fully out of diapers before I was is as an incentive to her,” He sighed. “At least it motivates her, though the books she gets to read at home every time she sits on the potty probably help.”

Cadence blushed even as she felt a connection to Twilight’s older brother. She didn’t remember too much of her own training, but she did know that she had been what was considered a late bloomer. “Well,” She assured the stallion. “You did say it’s not a contest. And what harm is it to give little Twily more reason to get out of those diapers?”

Shining was about to say something when Gilda started to try and flutter up to the toilet.

“Gilly try!” She proclaimed. “Gilly be big like pony!”

Cadence giggled as she could tell Shining Armor was a bit frustrated over how he had lost her full attention. “Okay, Gildy,” Cadence enocuraged while placing the young griffon on top of the modified toilet seat. “Just sit down and relax. Don’t move around too much or you’ll fall in.”

FWIP

Gilda shivered as the warmth her diaper had created against her feathers had gone away. However this also caused her to open the floodgates and make the exact same sounds she heard Twilight do that earned the foal such praise. 

“Wow, Gildy!” Cadence merrily clapped. “You’re taking to this like a pro!”

The brown feathered griffon beamed with pride. “Gilly do good?” She asked.

Cadence took care of helping the griffon wash and clean up. “You sure did,” She added. “Now just let a big pony know when you feel like something wants to come out of you, and we’ll have you out of those diapers super-duper quick!”

“Don’t forget to flush!” Twilight added. “It makes everything you do in the potty go away, the grown-up anyways.”

“Thanks for reminding me, Twilight,” Cadence nodded and turned to Gilda. “Bet you’re wondering why the potty makes those strange noises you’ve sometimes heard.”

Gilda nodded. “Gilly do!”

Cadence gestured to the silver handle. “When you’re all done using the potty, you or somepony else pushes that down and it starts the flush cycle,” She floated Gilda close to the handle while making sure her magical grip wouldn’t loosen. “Go ahead, try it!”

The young griffon did so with great curiosity! It took her a moment to get a good grip on the handle and push it down.

“Fwoosh!” The toilet roared as Gilda’s eyes were drawn to the waters down in the bowl. The little griffon couldn’t take her eyes off the swirling waters as they turned into a surging, draining whirlpool. In the blink of an eye they retreated down the bowl and disappeared. The water then returned, now sparkling clean.

Gilda was amazed! “Flushing cool!”

“Yeah, it really is. But you gotta be careful what you flush,” Twilight warned. “If you don’t the potty sometimes doesn’t flush right and clogs up. All I know is that when that happens a big pony has to clean it up, and they don’t seem very happy to do so.”

Gilda gulped, loosely remembering all the times “Papa” had given her more than an earful for going to the bathroom on his floors and not the pot. She didn’t want anything like that to happen while she was at Junior Speedsters, so she decided then and there to take Twilight’s warning to heart.





Gilda’s first week was split between Junior Speedsters and working with Princess Cadence on learning some friendship fundamentals, all while perfecting her ability to use the potty like a ‘big griff’. This made Gilda very excited, but at the same time she felt very out of place amongst the other Junior Speedsters. Especially since many of them teased her relentlessly.

However this all changed when all Gilda had been taught came to fruition upon meeting the cyan colored Junior Speedsters’ star student, Rainbow Dash.

Eventually, Gilda acquired her freedom in the skies along with freedom from diapers both day and night. She was so proud and so happy and could hardly wait to return to Griffonstone to share all the wonderful things she had learned! 

Unfortunately, a newly appointed ‘Papa Gruff’ was not at all pleased to see the griff who caused him to become the town patron. He forbid any other griffs from going to Junior Speedsters and assured Gilda that her namby-pamby pony teaching would get her nowhere. And just like that much progress was lost. 

Well, not all the progress as Gilda no longer needed a diaper. And for her, that would be something that not even grumpy Papa Gruff could take away from her.
> 'Bolt Boot Camp (Spitfire)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

There were all kinds of ponies from all walks of life who could play a part in shaping a young one’s mind for better or for worse, leave an impact so great that they would be remembered for all time. And in some cases even serve as a role model or source of inspiration later in life when looking back.

Such was the case with the captain of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire. The inspiration behind her infamous, tough as nails drill sergeant persona was not something that she was willing to share with others. There was only one pony besides her who knew where the inspiration had come from, a pony she had been foalhood friends with and a pony she was certain could be trusted to keep the secret: Soarin.

For you see, Spitfire’s drill sergeant persona was inspired by one she had been a witness to as a foal. But not in the traditional sense. No, this drill sergeant had been one for what could best be described as a potty training boot camp. A crash course intended to get young ones fully trained or at least on the right track with their training.

It wasn’t that Spitfire had wanted to remain in diapers forever, she quickly discovered how such bulky things could weigh a pony down and make flight difficult. From the day she’d turned two her mom had tried to teach her about the potty as best she could, which wasn’t easy considering Stormy Flare was not only a single parent but also a working one. Though not a Wonderbolt any longer she still worked for the team as an equipment manager. And after her first attempt to take her toddler daughter to work had resulted in a scare when little Spitfire had wandered away, Stormy Flare decided it better to leave her little one at home with a sitter.

That was a problem since no sitter was truly on Spitfire’s level. They all failed to realize just how driven and determined she was, once she set her mind to a task there was no stopping her until she had found a way to accomplish it.

Still, the revolving door of foalsitters was sufficient enough for Spitfire to at least get a basic understanding of potty training, sufficient enough for her mom to graduate her to pull-ups by the age of three and a half. But the little pegasus couldn’t help but feel ashamed when she was starting to lag behind her peers, many of whom were already out of pull-ups and fully trained.

As her daughter turned four, Stormy Flare began to grow concerned. Her daughter was old enough for preschool which wouldn’t mind her still being in pull-ups, but in a year there would be kindergarten to worry about and every kindergarten was insistent on having fully trained ponies: No diapers and no pull-ups.

Fortunately for Stormy Flare, she learned through word of mouth that there was a program that seemed like it could finish what she had started. The program was called: Junior Wonderbolts, inspired both by the namesake Wonderbolts and the Junior Speedsters flight camp.





“Hey, Spity,” Soarin greeted his best friend when she was dropped off at the designated location (it looked sort of like a small flight camp, but there was only one building). “Guess your mommy signed you up for the Junior Wonderbolts Potty Training Program too, huh?” He didn’t seem to mind as he made his pull-up wiggle and crinkle.

Spitfire nodded, at least she could trust Soarin not to make fun of her for still being in pull-ups. “Yeah. She says she doesn’t have enough time to finish training me herself. She’s always so busy. But someday, I’m gonna be just like her! I’ll be an even better Wonderbolt than she was!”

Just then there came a whistle, and a jet black pegasus stallion of tall and slender build came trotting forward. He wore a light blue jacket that had the Junior Wonderbolts symbol (the signature Wonderbolts lightning bolt, but it looked like it had been drawn in crayon) stitched on it, and his mane and tail were dark brown and in the style of a buzz cut. His eyes were a dark green in color, and his cutie mark depicted a whistle. “Alright, cadets,” He spoke in his booming tone of voice. “You’re all here because your mommies and daddies agree that the time has come for you to get out of diapers and pull-ups, and start using the bathroom the way big ponies do. Now, despite what you might have heard, we pegasi don’t simply do our business on clouds. We are a civilized species, and as such we take care of our business the way civilized creatures do.”

Soarin shot up a hoof. “Uh, sir, we already know this.”

The pegasus stallion just replied in his booming tone. “Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking, cadet. Junior Wonderbolts will speak only when spoken to!” He then cleared his throat. “Now, my name is Comet Tail, and it’s my job to get you all up to speed on your potty training. By the time I’m done with you all, you won’t need any kind of protection around your bottoms and you’ll know how to take care of your bodily needs the way all big ponies should,” He gestured a hoof. “As you can plainly see, there is only one building at this little camp. Inside it is the bathroom which is off limits except for designated potty times and the occasional potty emergency. You have free range of the surrounding area to do whatever you want. Now then, each of you will pick out a potty chart to keep with you at all times. At the end of each week we’ll compare the charts to see who’s at the head of the class and who’s falling behind.”

Spitfire was the last one to pick out a potty chart, getting a hoof me down one featuring Princess Celestia and her sun. Her chart was hung up outside the building along with all the others. She then looked briefly down at her pull-up, it was still clean. But she knew it had been a while since she’d had breakfast. For the filly that was always the biggest problem, knowing when she had to go. Sometimes she could figure it out, other times she wouldn’t realize until too late. She was getting kind of better at this but progress had been very slow.

“Alright then,” Comet Tail spoke up. “Now, each of you will get to pick out your own potty to use for the duration of this camp. Just like your potty charts it’s first come first serve, and potty swapping is not allowed. Any cadets caught cheating on their charts or trying to potty swap will lose all progress currently recorded and have to start over. And if you have too many accidents, you’ll have to go back to diapers and will be dishonorably discharged from my camp! Do I make myself?!”

All the cadets gulped, Spitfire and Soarin especially, Comet Tail seemed to be the kind of pony who was scary when he was angry.





Stormy Flare was most definitely impressed by the amount of her progress her daughter showed by the end of the Junior Wonderbolts program.

“Mommy, I did it!” Spitfire proudly called from the bathroom! “I made it to my potty and went poopy!”

Stormy Flare smiled as she trotted over to clean her daughter up. “Excellent job, Spitfire! You’re getting so good at this that I don’t think I need to keep you in pull-ups any longer.”

When the wiping job was done she took her daughter’s training potty and pouring the contents inside to the toilet, where they splashed into the waters inside the bowl below.

As Spitfire flew over to the toilet tank, she suddenly remembered something Soarin had told her the last they saw each other.

“Mom,” She spoke up as she landed on top of the tank. “My friend Soarin said that he gets to use his mommy and daddy’s potty. He showed me how to do it, and it’s so easy. He even showed me how to flush it, and told me that he was always fascinated seeing how the potty works! So, can I flush it?! And do you think I could try using your potty next time?"

“Sure. If Soarin believes that you can do it, then I do too” Stormy Flare happily replied. “However I don’t want you using it without me or a grown-up around to help you out. You might fall in or even worse, go down the drain.”

“I’m not afraid of anything anymore!” Her daughter protested as she placed a hoof on the handle and pushed it down.

“FWOOSH!” The toilet roared as it started to flush. Spitfire then looked inside the bowl and watched her waste floating in the water, spinning and swirling around and around for a few seconds before it all got sucked down the drain. “Someday, I’m gonna be just like you and Dad, a Wonderbolt for you to both be proud of!” She told her mother as the toilet bowl started refilling with crystal clear water. “I’ll bet I could even become captain!” All the while she thought to herself “The next time we see each other, I'm going to tell Soarin that he was right about what he said. Seeing the potty flushing is totally fascinating! I’m sure he'll be amazed when I tell him that I get to use my mom’s potty too!” 

After washing her hooves and helping her daughter to do the same, Stormy Flare chuckled. “Oh my, that’s quite the healthy imagination you have, my dear. Besides, you shouldn’t be in a hurry to grow up. You’re only young once you know.”
> Big Sister Gabby (Gallus)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a typical day in Griffonstone for young Gallus. No griff was willing to come forward to say they were either his mother or father. So this meant he never had one true home as he was passed around from home to home in which each parental figure cared for his basic needs and nothing more.

The griff who most frequently had Gallus was the newly named Grandpa Gruff. Since his time in caring for Gilda and Gabby, Gruff had been given the title of Papa Gruff as every griff would find a way to toss him a few bits for his ability to get children off and on their own. He resented being forced into being a patron for the citizens of Griffonstone. However the bits did allow him to lead a notably better life than other griffons in the rundown town.

Now that he was beginning to show his age, along with another generation of griffons being hatched since Gilda, the citizens of Griffonstone granted Gruff a new title: This being Grandpa Gruff. He didn’t like this any more than he liked being called Papa Gruff. However the extra bits he received for his public services kept him from being overly apathetic towards his responsibilities.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

“Go away!” Grandpa Gruff squawked one day. “I already have a youngin’ for the day! I don’t need another!”

“Grandpa Gruff!” A cheerful voice chirped through the door. “It’s me, Gabby! I’ve brought you your mail on this beautiful day here in Griffonstone!”

Gabby Griffon was a pain in the feathers due to her ‘Griffony Sunshine’ approach to being a mail carrier, a spin off from her days as a young hatchling. She took to the job quite quickly and was very good at what she did for a seven year old griffon, something all griffons had started to notice when she kept making “deliveries” to them at Gilda or Gruff’s request. The price for her services though was either putting up with her banter for a bit, giving her another letter to deliver, or quickly taking the mail she was delivering, tossing her a bit and shutting the door before she could start talking.

Grandpa Gruff was about to do the latter of these choices when his gaze came upon young Gallus. “Heh!” He cackled while picking up the young griff under his care. “You’re actually going to be of some use to me, kid.”

Gallus, unlike other chicks, was annoying specifically for how much he was like Gilda and Gabby. Most chicks grew to accept being on their own and doing things on their own. 

However Gallus had a most curious mind and would occasionally give Grandpa Gruff merry tweets and a smile for changing and bathing him among other things. 

The old, grey griffon did the least possible in each of these efforts. However Gallus still seemed to have some of that pesky ‘Griffony Sunshine’ that made Gabby so annoying. “Alright! Alright!” He called back as he carried Gallus with him to the front door and opened it. “Now where’s my mail?”

Gabby beamed as she held out a piece of parchment for the town patron. “Message from Golly Griffon!” She cheered. “Do you have any mail for me to deliver?”

“Actually,” Grandpa Gruff smiled while placing young Gallus down upon his door step. “I want you to deliver him to someplace out of town for me. His name’s Gallus, the latest hatchling they’ve stuck me with raising.”

Gallus, who was a blue colored griffon, looked anxiously towards Gabby. Something about her made him feel a whole lot better than being around Grandpa Gruff, or any other griff for that matter, even Gilda (who usually just called him a diaper dweeb and insisted he was too young to know what she was doing).

“Are you saying I’m done delivering mail for the day?” Gabby curiously asked. “Someplace out of town is where you built me my own home to roost in.”

Grandpa Gruff smirked. “Precisely, so go on and get out of here with him. Just be careful, he ain’t potty trained yet and he probably ain’t gonna be if he keeps bugging me all the time.” He replied before retreating back into his home, slamming the door, and leaving the fledgling Gallus with Gabby. 

“Oh, goody!” Gabby cheered while scooping up little Gallus. “You and I are going to have so much fun, Gallus!”

“Fun?” Gallus wondered, not understanding the concept. “What that?”

Gabby giggled. “What’s fun?” She more stated than asked. “Well, I’ll show you! In fact, I even have a song about it!” Gabby started to work her wings, took to the air, and flew off to her ‘someplace out of town’ with Gallus.





Gabby’s home was surprisingly well kept in comparison to other homes in Griffonstone. Truth be told, it did look quite inhabitable in the beginning. However Gabby was one who liked to bring ‘Griffony Sunshine’ to everyone and everything. So she found some loose lumber, hammer, nails, and other materials to improve upon the original, dreary look. She also benefited from finding a book on ‘Home Building & Repair’ in the town library (or what was left of it anyway).

Gallus’ young eyes were drawn to how ‘cheerful’ this home was. It brought a smile to his young face, it was a lot better than Grandpa Gruff’s cottage.

“Now,” Gabby blushed while picking up Gallus, immediately feeling a familiar damp sensation. “I’m guessing you’ve been in a yucky diaper for some time by now. How’s about we get you all cleaned up and smelling nice? Sure wasn’t right for Grandpa Gruff to let you stay in that thing so long, rashes hurt.”

It was true, the fledgling griffon had been in a wet diaper for long enough to make him feel an incredible sense of discomfort. Though, as Grandpa Gruff would say: “It’s not heavy enough, sonny”. And that meant Gallus would need to wait and use his diaper more before the griffon curmudgeon would take the time to clean him up. By that point his diapers were usually all but ready to fall off or leak (and leak they sometimes did, which Grandpa Gruff was never happy about cleaning up).

Gabby sang a song as she warmed her makeshift bathtub up to bathe Gallus. Gabby liked cleaning and preening herself and guessed this fledgling hadn’t had a good wash in a long time.

Gallus found the bath amazing as Gabby told stories and hummed tunes while gently cleaning off all the built-up gunk that had accumulated from half-hearted bathing by the other griffons. It was so relaxing and relieving to feel genuinely clean that Gallus fell asleep in the tub right then and there.





Gallus awoke sometime later in a very soft place. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Then his nose began to pick up on some tasty smells, and his ‘mother’ was singing a merry tune. “Momma!” He called as he sat himself up, the one thing he’d learned how to do on his own. He was then taken aback by the new diaper and smell of powder it was giving off. “Momma?”

Gabby heard Gallus’ calls and cheerfully made her way to the little bedroom he had been placed into to rest. “Looks like someone is up from their nap,” She beamed. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Momma!” The blue feathered griffon chirped as he felt an urge to flutter over to Gabby and give her a hug.

“Momma? Gabby blinked and then chuckled. “I’m too young to be your momma.”

Tears started to well in Gallus’ eyes.

“Whoa!” Gabby gasped and young Gallus began to cry. “No griff is my momma.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Gabby sputtered. “You don’t have a momma?”

“No,” Gallus sobbed. “No dada either. I all alone”

The grey feathered mail carrier had heard stories of how some griffons would abandon eggs that they did not want to be responsible for. However she never thought she’d find a chick who had no griff to call mom, or dad for that matter. Whether that abandonment was true for Gallus was unknown, but she didn’t care. “Well,” She commented while embracing Gallus in a hug like he wanted. “I may not be your mom, but I can be your big sister.”

Gallus’ crying slowed. “Sister?” He asked Gabby.

“Yeah,” Gabby beamed as she took pride in turning young Gallus’ frown upside-down. “That makes you my little brother!”

“Little, brother…” The chick considered. “Family?”

“Why not!” Gabby chirped while letting Gallus down. “And you can stay here with your ‘big sister’ whenever I finish my mail delivery job every afternoon. How’s that sound?”

“Stay, here?” Gallus contemplated “No be given to grumpy griffs who all mean and nasty when Gallus goes to their house?”

Gabby smiled while rubbing Gallus’ head. “Why not!” She proclaimed. “I didn’t build that bassinet for no reason. Well, actually, I built it because I wanted to be ready in case a little griff like you ever came along. And of course, I learned to knit so I could make my own clothes, like my hair tie, and…”

Gabby kept on gabbing until she smelled the food she was making on the verge of burning. “Oh, gosh!” She cried. “I forgot about our dinner!” Gabby zipped away before Gallus could say a single word! However, his stomach was starting to growl as he hadn’t eaten in quite awhile, and he was often underfed when someone did give him food.

FWA-BUMP

The fledgling, blue griffon slipped to the stone floor and toddled out to see what his ‘big sister’ was up to.





Young Gallus was impressed at how much effort (and talking) Gabby did in making sure the food turned out okay despite it having been overcooked. She even took time to make some little jokes towards Gallus as she hurriedly put out the fire, collected some bowls, and prepared her ‘table’ for two instead of one.

“I hungry,” Gallus meekly called. “What do I get to eat?”

Gabby chuckled. “You get to eat the same things I do, silly!”

“Not ‘leftovers’?” Gallus asked as he recalled how many of his ‘caretakers’ would give him foods that felt and tasted like rocks.

“Oh, golly, no!” Gabby replied. “We eat good for griffs here, little bro.”

Gallus was astounded at what he was hearing. However an urge he deeply dreaded started to make itself known. An urge that always resulted in an uncomfortable outcome for himself and whoever was in charge of him. But he could never find a way to avoid it.

“Gallus?” The young mail carrier griffon asked as she noticed the fledgling suddenly appear uncomfortable as he squeezed his legs together. “Do you have to go potty?”

“What ‘potty’?” Gallus asked while squirming about, still straining and trying to keep from releasing.

Gabby giggled as she remembered how her potty training went. Papa Gruff and Gilda made getting out of diapers so much fun. They’d play hide-and-seek, chase, and something called handoff until she managed to stay dry for an entire week. They then told her she didn’t need diapers anymore and that they’d be making her a home someplace out of town so she could be less of a bother while serving as the youngest mail carrier in Griffonstone history. 

This honor made Gabby very happy as she was really good at finding all the griffs in Griffonstone. Most griffons would pay her bits and tell her to go away. Others would give her a letter to deliver before shutting the door. Most importantly was how she knew where the ‘potty pit’ was while also finding a chamber pot of her own when she didn’t feel like doing a fly-by drop-off at the deep canyon where a lost treasure was said to have been lost (she’d forgotten the name of it).

Gabby’s mental flashback left Gallus more tense as he was very close to making himself uncomfortable. His face was all but turning red. “Sister!” He cried while clenching his gut. “Help! I no want to feel icky until diaper gets heavy and I need change!”

Gabby scooped little Gallus up in her arms. “Right!” She chirped. “To the potty, or I should say chamber pot!”





Gallus looked at the odd looking object in front of him. It was a pot, but not like the ones in Grandpa Gruff’s kitchen. It looked much nicer. He really needed to relieve himself but how was this the place to do it? It didn’t look like that pit he’d heard of.

“Now you take your diaper off. The pot does your diaper’s job for you.” Gabby instructed.	

Gallus fumbled at taking off his diaper. This was because he was scolded if he ever just took it off to escape all that was cold, clammy, and wet. “Help?” He whimpered. He really didn’t want to mess up when he was so close, he wanted to do it right.

The caring grey griffon went about removing the diaper before holding Gallus over the opening of the chamber pot. “Guess this is a little big for a little griff?” Gabby considered while retaining a solid hold on the fledgling. “You can go now. I won’t let you fall in,” Then she commented. “Gilda says ponies have a different kind of chamber pot. It’s much bigger, it has a seat, and it’s made of something called porcelain, whatever that is. But no griffon can afford it out here, it’s too expensive.”

Gallus had a very nervous expression on his face as he sat on this pot and listened to Gabby gab on again. Would he end up making her mad if he didn’t do it right? He certainly didn’t want to hear more on how he was a ‘poor excuse for a griffon’ from those who saw him as a chore over a child. Gabby didn’t seem like them, but he was worried that the moment he made one mistake she was going to reveal herself to be just like them.

“Way to go, Gallus!” Gabby suddenly cheered. “You’re a big griffon just like your big sister!”

The blue feathered fledgling didn’t realize nature had taken its course as he was lost in thought over how he wasn’t being scolded for making a mess. “I.... did?” He asked with hope in his eyes.

“Yep!” Gabby chirped as she helped him down. “All that’s left is to use the cleaning cloths to get rid of any yucky stuff that may have gotten stuck to your feathers. Then I’ll empty it out.”

Gallus was so lost in how his ‘big sister’ acted in comparison to Grandpa Gruff and the other griffs who he stayed with on a regular basis. “Big sister… happy?” He nervously asked as he was wiped clean.

Gabby brought Gallus in for a big hug when the wiping job was done. “You bet, little brother!” She assured him while nuzzling him. “You’re a very special griff, and I’m happy to have you as my brother.”

Gallus found tears forming in his eyes. However these were not tears of sadness. They were something different, something wonderful. Something he had never before experienced in his young life. “Love you!” He chirped while burying himself as close as he could into Gabby’s chest.

Gabby was so touched that she, too, felt tears well up in her eyes. Maybe, in some way, looking out for young Gallus would help towards making a far kinder, more friendly Griffonstone? Well, at least she was breaking the cycle.





Over the coming years, Grandpa Gruff had no problem in making Gabby fully responsible for Gallus once her mail shift came to an end. It was a two-for-one as it kept Gabby’s ‘Griffony Sunshine’ to a minimum while only needing to care for Gallus while Gabby was doing her rounds. 

Even better was how Gallus wasn’t wetting his diapers anymore. The chick had learned how to use Gabby’s chamber pot, with a special lid to keep him from falling in, while getting his body trained to go potty before heading to Grandpa Gruff’s and holding it in until he returned to the young griffon’s home (the one time he tried to use Grandpa’s Gruff’s pot he’d fallen in and gotten stuck). Even Gilda, who sometimes swung by, started commenting that he was “Not a diaper dweeb anymore” and would somewhat playfully rustle the feathers on his forehead.

Eventually, the time came for Gallus to head out and be his own griff. He found an abandoned home, which Gabby fixed up for him, and began his struggle between giving into everyday griffon cynicism or keeping that ‘Griffony Sunshine’ alive that he had gained from Gabby. But unlike his ‘big sister’ he knew she annoyed the citizens of Griffonstone and her home was outside of town so as to keep her as far away as possible.

Despite Gallus eventually learning that he too should keep his distance from Gabby, the grey mail griffon did manage to sneak some time in with him when no other griffons were looking. It was this time, which became less and less as the years, in which would give Gallus everything he needed to be made into the student representative of Griffonstone at Twilight’s School Of Friendship. All the while he never stopped considering Gabby his big sister, the one griffon who had cared for him and seen him as something other than just a burden to unload onto others.
> 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.
> The Changeling and The Toilet (Ocellus)
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Ocellus had been expecting for some things about the world of ponies to be complicated and confusing when she was picked to be the changelings’ representative at the School of Friendship. Oh, she tried her best to read up on everything there was to know about ponies. And if she didn’t know something she would ask Thorax, he could usually be trusted to tell her what she needed to know.

But even Thorax didn’t have all the answers. There were some things about ponies that changelings didn’t know and that Ocellus had to find out about for herself. One of the first and most obvious was that ponies didn’t like it when you changed shape all the time, especially if you were impersonating them for any reason. Chrysalis’ invasions of Equestria for her own selfish goals still left a bad taste in most ponies mouths.

A much greater problem soon presented itself to Ocellus, however, the idea of bathroom breaks. More specifically what students were supposed to do during these breaks.

The break part didn’t leave any doubts, breaks were for students to relax or get from one class to another. But the “bathroom” part was confusing, because Ocellus didn’t see anything that resembled baths at the school. Supposedly these “bathrooms” had other purposes, otherwise why would there be a designated break named after them? Whatever it was though, the changeling didn’t really think she needed them. She could find all of her classes easily and with plenty of time to prepare for them. And she didn’t need to rest either, there was plenty of time for that when school was done for the day.

However, Ocellus started to discover that she had a different problem as a result. A rather embarrassing one. She started to leave puddles on the floor, much to her embarrassment. It didn’t feel any better knowing that her professors had to clean up after her “accidents” or that her classmates were judging her for them (silently or not).

At first the solution to the problem seemed easy enough, just go outside whenever the need to go presented itself to the young changeling. Lots of animals did it and that’s what she was used to doing back at the hive (though they usually had designated pits, which were little more than holes in the ground that were dark and sometimes smelled).

But time couldn’t always be made to go outside even during the breaks, not if Ocellus still wanted to get to her classes on time and get set up. And it seemed to her that none of her fellow students were doing what she did. She soon found out why. Ponies didn’t use nature to do their business, at least not anymore. Their exact methods had changed over the years, evolving from simple pits and trenches, to chamber pots, to what they now used: Toilets.

The changeling started reading up on these “toilets” and soon learned that they technically came in two varieties: The compact box or squat models that were like trenches but had water and a flush cycle (whatever that was), and throne models that were named after their “throne” like appearance (moreso because of the seat and elevated position than the bowl or the handle).

Reading about them was one thing, though. Using them for their intended purpose was quite another. But Ocellus knew that it was something she had to do if she wanted to keep attending the school. Everyone else was expected to master these unusual contraptions, and after all the praise Thorax had showered on her Ocellus didn’t want to let him down. If it meant mastering toilet usage then that’s what she would do.





So when the next bathroom break rolled around and Ocellus knew that she had to go, the changeling didn’t do what she had been doing before. It was time to start doing what was expected of her. She strolled into the first bathroom she could find without concern and soon discovered her destination, the toilet. It was one of the throne models which did unnerve the changeling a little. She’d hoped to get one of the box ones because those had sounded easier to use, just stand in one place until you were done and then clean up.

But it wasn’t her place to choose, she only had so much time afforded to her during this bathroom break and she didn’t really know where she could go to find a box toilet. So for better or for worse she was going to use the throne one before her.

Getting up on the seat was no challenge for Ocellus, her wings gave her sufficient lift to fly up. When she sat down on the seat she was surprised at how cold it felt, but she couldn’t really complain about it. It took a bit of clumsy repositioning to get lined up the way the book had said, but somehow she managed. Once Ocellus was sure she had everything just right, she relaxed and let her floodgates open.

A steady tinkling sound echoed into the bowl. The changeling sighed in relief. “That was easier than I thought it would be,” She said to herself. “So now I just use some toilet paper, and then flush.” Then she transformed herself into an octopus in order to have enough reach to grab the toilet paper. She changed back to wipe herself, dumping the used rolls into the bowl.

Now for the flush. Ocellus, without hesitation and without knowing what to expect, reached over to the silver handle on the toilet tank and pressed it down.

“Fwoosh!” The toilet suddenly roared as the flush cycle began, the waters below transforming into a raging, surging whirlpool!

The unexpected loud noise frightened Ocellus so much that she momentarily lost control of her transformative abilities! Her natural changeling instincts took over, turning her into something small to escape what it believed to be a predator! Unfortunately that something small was a fish because of the water below, and without any appendages there was nothing for Ocellus to grab onto as she splashed down into the bowl! 

Immediately, she was swept up in the spinning, surging, draining waters of the toilet bowl! And before she could overcome the disoriented feeling, the water retreated down the drain and sucked her down with it! Ocellus didn’t even have time to cry out for help and was too frightened to think of changing into something that might be able to escape!

Poor Ocellus ended up on a one way trip that she wished more than anything she could forget. She tumbled and tossed from pipe to pipe, until suddenly there came a bright light and she tumbled out into a dark, foul smelling place. Only then could she turn herself back to normal and begin the task of finding a way out.

Fortunately, every time after that Ocellus learned to be extra careful around toilets and suppress the feeling that made her think they were monsters. But she still had to remember to watch what she transformed into, least she repeat her unpleasant trip down the drain.
> Twin Toddler Toilet Troubles (Cake Twins)
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Dr. Whooves was quite embarrassed as he walked down the streets of Ponyville, now forced to wear something most humiliating around his rump. Due to the curse by Discord he was now in a pull-up, albeit a special one, and the stallion ducked his head down with a sheepish look on his face. He continued on his way, trying to avoid the gaze from onlookers. Despite the embarrassing waddle through the streets, he nonetheless continued trying to reach Sugarcube Corner without delay for he had been told his help was needed for a very important assignment in foal development. 

It didn’t take long for the stallion to reach his destination. He opened the front doors of the cafe and saw Pinkie Pie bounce over with a big, cheery smile printed on her face. Dr Whooves cheeks flared red seeing the mare had bulging boobs under a cute, frilly white apron (another cure from Discord) as she exclaimed! “Hey Dr. Whoovesy! How ya doing?!” 

The stallion was deeply embarrassed at all the commotion the pink earth pony was giving him as he simply waved a hoof and squeaked. “H-hey Pinkie Pie. I’m... doing okay. About as well as I can do given the circumstances.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! But you sound so depressed! Why is that?” Pinkie Pie asked with a curious look on her face as she bounced over with her ever so cheery smile.

The stallion stood there then scoffed as he tried not to roll his eyes. “Well, I’m not fond of training foals on ‘using the potty’ as you would put it.”

Pinkie chuckled as she went about serving patrons and cooed. “Oh come on, I would totally trade places and teach them myself. I mean, I tried it once before but you know how it turned out.”

“Oh I know. I understand you’re half the reason why this place hasn’t been buried under a mountain of diapers already. Doesn’t make my job any easier even if I’m not going to make the same mistakes.” The stallion grumbled as he waddled off with an irritable look on his face. The idea of having to serve as a potty training role model was humiliating.

Pinkie simply waved a hoof as she stood over the Cake Twins and spoon fed them as she chirped. “Oh, don’t be such a grouch. Try to have some fun like I did! Just don’t have too much fun, ‘cause we know what happens when that happens.”

Dr. Whooves said nothing, unable to argue with that logic. He continued up the steps of Sugarcube Corner and came into the bedroom Mrs. Cake shared with her husband. 

The mare turned her attention to Dr. Whooves, who stood there with an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh, stop being so bashful. Come on over, let’s talk. I know why you’re here,” Mrs. Cake chirped, coming over to give the stallion’s pull-up a few pats as she dawwed in a motherly tone. “Oh, you’re dry, that’s good. And it seems you have about thirty minutes before you need to go again.”

Dr. Whooves stomped about and whined. “Stop doing that! Please! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that gets?”

“Oh, stop being so cute! Not everypony’s lucky enough to be wearing pull-ups right now you know.” She cooed pinching his cheeks and then waddling back to her bed. 

The stallion, for his part, stood there and still blushing as he reluctantly commented. “So...um...you told me I could be useful in potty training your foals again, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to do that.” Dr. Whooves stood in front of Mrs. Cake with a worried look still plastered on his face. He was quite nervous and was unsure of the mare’s new plan to toilet train the twins. He tried his best to pay attention as the plump baker opted to explain her new idea on how to toilet train her foals.

“My idea is quite simple,” Mrs. Cake explained as she held up a muffin. “I found this magic muffin on a plate the other day. When I tried one it turned me into a toddler and my husband had to care for me. I know it may be a bit embarrassing, but I saved one muffin so that it can turn you into a toddler. It got me to thinking.”

The idea was so insane and embarrassing it made the poor stallion buckle his knees together, scrunching his pull-up between his legs. “So...you want me to turn myself back into a toddler and be like their big brother?!” 

Mrs. Cake’s face turned red as she continued to explain. “Yes, only for a little bit. I thought about doing it myself but I didn’t have enough self control. It seems this is a perfect opportunity while you still have to wear pull-ups since you won’t lose your control, and it won’t be as embarrassing with you being an example as an adult.” 

Dr. Whooves face turned a bright red as he looked back at his padded rump and sighed. “Yeah, guess you’re right. Besides, your foals are used to looking up at you, not right at you.”  The stallion was now walking back and forth. His face scrunched up from the embarrassing crinkling that was emanating from his pull-up. He was feeling quite anxious and unsure about this whole idea, though he couldn’t think of any better idea at the moment.

“That’s correct, now please eat the muffin. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Mrs Cake cooed.

Dr. Whooves gulped as he eyed the muffin closely, seeing that it was the same as the muffins that Discord enchanted a few months ago. The muffins that had turned Pinkie Pie into a foal and the Cake Twins into adults. He took the muffin very reluctantly as he had already agreed to this, at least it was for a good cause. He slowly chewed on the muffin and his body slowly started to shrink. It was slow with his body decompressing into himself. His belly bloated out with foal fat and his hooves were now looking more like a chubby toddler’s, with a small wisp of black for a mane and tail. 

The colt plopped down on his padded rump as a loud bunch of crinkles echoed throughout the room with a cute, confused look printed on his face.

Mrs. Cake came over and nuzzled his chubby cheeks as she cooed. “Oh, you’re just so cute!” 

He blushed, rubbing his face and looking down at the thick padding between his legs. He squeaked when he noticed something was off about it! “Did my pull-up tuwn into a diapee?!”

The big blue coated mare came down to his level and gave his padding a few pokes, making it crinkle as she cooed. “Oh, it’s just a side effect. Now come on, I’ll get you in a pull-up.” She placed the colt down, untaped his diaper and slipped up a new pull-up around his rump. 

The colt blushed seeing the magic hourglass appear, and the sands begin dripping down.

Once done, the mare gave a nod and took the colt by his hoof. She led him down the steps to see the Cake Twins.





The two young foals gasped upon seeing the toddler sized Dr. Whooves, who blushed as he waved a hoof in greeting. They quickly waddled over and gazed at him with surprised faces and wide eyes! 

Pound Cake spoke up first as he babbled and exclaimed! “Wow! Ya so coow in tat puww-up!”

“Yeah, it wooks weawwy cute!”  Pumpkin Cake shouted!

Dr. Whooves felt quite pestered by the two as they swarmed him. He stomped about and snapped. “Stop, ya two! Ya embewassin me! I here to teach ya how to go potty.”

Mrs. Cake gave them a cute smile and cooed. “Alright, come on you three, it’s time for  num nums.” She placed the three into highchairs and began to spoon feed them some mashed yams. 

Dr. Whooves crossed his chubby hooves and with a cute pout he whined. “I a toddwew, I shouwd at wea-” But he was cut off as the mashed yams were shoved into his mouth, and he begrudgingly munched on the foal food and swallowed it.

The mare cooed. “No talking while eating, sweetheart,” She continued to feed the colt mashed yams, the orange mush getting all over his face. The same thing happened with her children, not that she seemed to mind. After they were fed the foal food and their mouths were wiped clean, she placed them down, and nearly gasped as she saw the sands in the hourglass were almost to the bottom! Pinkie had told her what that meant! “Dr. Whooves, it’s time to go potty! Come on, children!”

He groaned but was led off by the mare upstairs and to the bathroom as Mrs. Cake explained. “Now Pound, Pumpkin, pay attention.I know you already learned a little from Pinkie but it never hurts to refresh your memory. First we pull down the pull-up, like so.” She did so rather gently, then placed Dr. Whooves on the training potty and watched as he tinkled in front of the twins (and her). 

Dr. Whooves blushed as pee filled the training potty almost to the brim. Once done he was lifted off the training potty and his rump was wiped with foal wipes, then his pull-up was placed over him. “There. Such a good colt.” She cooed.

Dr. Whooves smiled and exclaimed. “Yeah! See? Tat's how ya use ta training potty!”

“Wow, ya so coow!” Pound Cake shouted in awe!

Pumpkin Cake also exclaimed! “Yeah, ya amazing! Ya made it wook so easy!”

“Well..um..ya two wanna twy?” Dr. Whooves sheepishly asked them.

“Yeah! We wanna twy, we wanna twy!” The two foals exclaimed as they bounced up and down!

So Dr. Whooves stood back and watched the two as Mrs. Cake assisted them with their training. He did feel proud at helping these little foals achieve a huge milestone in their lives, even if it was probably for the second time. But then a thought struck him. As Mrs. Cake walked over, he looked up and reluctantly asked. “Uh, how wong do ya want me to do tis fow, Mrs. Cake?”

“Oh, would it be ok if you stayed like this for a few days?” Mrs. Cake asked him. “I think my children learn best if they have somepony serve as an example to emulate. There should be enough of the magic muffins to last without making the transformation permanent.”

Dr. Whooves rubbed his mane in uncertainty. He was going to say no, but seeing the Cake Twins all happy and giddy over their success warmed his heart. With a smile he sighed. “Otay, tat’s fine, as wong as you pwomice it not pewmanent and I go back to being big pony when tis is ovew.” 

“Of course. Now come on you three, it’s time for a nap.” Mrs. Cake cooed as she led the three out of the bathroom and down the hall to the nursery. 

The colt sighed as he yawned. “Weww, a nap wouwdn’t be too bad. Wha’s the worst tat couwd happen?”





Dr. Whooves woke up in the Cake Twins’ crib sometime later, and squeaked feeling the harsh pang of needing to go pee. He looked down at his pull-up and saw the time on his hourglass, he only had a few minutes! He cried out as he climbed out of the crib and slammed onto his padded bottom, then ran off through the nursery and down the hall panting! “Gots to get to ta potty!”

The colt whimpered, feeling the urge to pee growing by the second! By some miracle he was able to make it to the bathroom, he slammed the door to it and groaned upon seeing the stupid plastic potty he used before hadn’t been emptied yet. So that meant there was only one thing to do, he’d have to be brave and try his luck with the “big potty”. 

“Ugh, tis is gonna suck,” He groaned aloud as he slowly pulled his pull-up down, and climbed up and onto the toilet, Then he gasped upon seeing the Cake Twins peeking over. He whined. “Hey, stop watching me!”

The two just giggled as they waddled over and Pound Cake babbled. “We just wanted to see ya use the big potty. Ya gots to be cawefuw if ya dun wanna go down da howe.”

Pumpkin Cake nodded. “Yeah, is that otay?”

Dr. Whooves rolled his eyes and grumbled. “Fine! Now watch me, tis is how ya supposed to use the big potty!” But he squeaked as he lost his balance, falling off the seat and into a bowl with a splash!  

The Cake Twins, fearful of a repeat of what happened with Pinkie Pie, ran over! Pumpkin Cake used her magic to lift Dr. Whooves out of the bowl, as Pound Cake fluttered down and helped carry him out of the toilet proper as they all plopped onto the ground! 

A frightened Mrs. Cake burst in at that very moment and asked! “Are you three alright?!”

“Yes, Mama.” The Cake Twins chimed in unison.

Meanwhile, the mare came over to Dr. Whooves and asked him. “Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, I fine thanks to ya foaws. They saved me when I fawwed into the big potty,” Dr. Whooves explained. “Sowie, didn’ mean to cause aww tis twobwe.” 

The colt whimpered and rubbed his eyes as Mrs. Cake nuzzled him. “Oh, it’s ok. You did a good job teaching the foals how to use the big potty, obviously you forgot how slippery the seat can be. But for now let’s just focus on the training potty, okay? I really don’t want any of you getting hurt, or worse.”

Dr. Whooves nodded and then cried as he felt his pull-up was now completely soaked in toilet water. Mrs Cake was quick to help take the soggy pull-up off, wrap him up in a towel and ruffle his mane, making him giggle. 

The mare then pulled a new pull-up over his rump and Mrs. Cake came over and nuzzled him. “There, all dry and clean. And from now on, come get me if any of you have to go potty.”

The colt blushed. “Otay, tanks Mama… Mrs. Cake.” He squeaked and his face turned a bright red as the Cakes all laughed together at his slip up. 

Mrs Cake then gave Dr. Whooves new dry pull-up a few pats, and then led him out of the bathroom.

Dr. Whoves had a smile on his face, he was actually kind of excited at the prospect of being a toddler for a few days. Though he shuddered at the thought of how much babying Pinkie Pie and Mr. Cake were inevitably going to subject him to as a result.
> Big, Little and In Between (Sandbar)
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Normally, potty training was a time of great joy and wonder. At least that’s what parents and caretakers always said. The age of diapers ended as little ones learned to go without them and do as “big ponies” did.

But for Sandbar, potty training for his younger sister Coral Currents was anything but joyous and wonderful. She seemed to have no idea what the concept involved, continuing to depend on her diapers for everything. Her potty sat unused, except for the rare occasion where somepony could force her to sit on it. Even then it was never for long, Coral would just get up and start running around without a diaper on, often resulting in accidents that had to be cleaned up.

Even though his parents weren’t too worried about this (almost nothing phased them and the same was mostly true for Sandbar), Sandbar couldn’t help but feel concerned. He knew that as a big brother he had to try and be a pillar of support and a role model to Coral. He remembered that his own potty training had been unexceptional, the biggest problem he’d had was understanding when he had to go and finding somepony to take him to his potty (which was still in usable condition for Coral).

He wasn’t exactly sure where or how the idea came to him. Maybe it was inspired by hearing Silverstream and Smolder talk about their families (it was especially surprising to learn that a creature as bubbly as Silverstream was an older sibling), or maybe that had nothing at all to do with it.

Either way the earth pony colt became convinced that there was only one thing he could do that would ensure Coral got the message. And he knew that there was only one pony with the magical expertise to help him do it, Counselor Starlight. She took the news of Sandbar’s proposal fairly well. “You’re saying you want me to regress you down to your sister’s level?”

Sandbar nodded. “Except I’ll still have all my big pony thoughts and will remember all the things big ponies do, right? My body will change but nothing else will?”

“It… should be doable,” Starlight uncertainty replied. “Are you sure that’s really what you want, though? I mean, you’d be missing a lot of school to do this. We don’t exactly have preschool classes here.”

“So, just give me all the homework and I’ll do it in my spare time,” Sandbar suggested. “Besides, I just need it to be long enough to teach Coral about the potty. Once I know she’s got the message then you can change me back.”

Starlight put a hoof to her chin, contemplating the proposal. “Your parents wouldn’t mind? Because you realize that if I regress you to a two year old you would need to wear diapers. Foal diapers at that.”

The colt nodded. “They won’t, I’m sure. They have a lot of diapers and Coral actually doesn’t go through quite that many.”

The unicorn reluctantly rose from her desk. “Well, alright, but I’m telling them that was your idea. And I’m going to tell Twilight the same thing, she’s going to know about this one way or the other.”

Sandbar wasn’t concerned. “I’m doing this for Coral’s sake! I’m ready when you are!”

So Starlight took a deep breath as her horn began to glow, tendrils of magic slowly wrapping themselves around Sandbar until they had enveloped his entire body.

Sandbar shut his eyes as he felt the magic overtake him. Even though it felt a lot longer, the process took less than a minute.

When it had ended, there stood a foal sized Sandbar complete with a little sea green colored wisp of a mane. Even his cutie mark had vanished, which made him gasp a bit! “My cutie mark! It’s gone!”

“Well, you wanted to be a foal again. Foals don’t get cutie marks,” Starlight told him as she scooped him. “You’ll get it back when you return to normal, hopefully. It worked the first time I did something like this. For now, though, let’s get you home to your parents so they can get you all set up. Best of luck with your little sister.”





The foal that was formerly a school aged colt definitely found it weird to be taken home in the middle of a school day and be immediately put back into diapers. He would’ve preferred pull-ups, but he understood that what he wanted to do would be more effective if he and Coral were wearing the same thing.

Coral, for her part, was surprised to see a foal that looked just like her big brother end up on the floor next to her. She curiously crawled over to him, inspecting every inch of him. “Who are ya?”

In a high pitched voice Sandbar replied. “Coral, it’s me, Sandbar. Your big brother?”

Coral blinked in surprise. The foal before her looked and smelled like her brother, but she distinctly remembered him being bigger. He most certainly hadn’t been the same size as her, let alone wearing one of her diapers. “You not big brother, you just look like him! Big brother not like me!”

“Coral, come on, it’s me!” Sandbar protested. “Who else but me looks like this?” If he couldn’t even convince Coral of who he was his plan would be ruined.

The little filly wasn’t sure. There was one detail that she was most puzzled by. “If you big brother, why so small?”

The little colt explained. “Counselor Starlight turned me into a foal. I did this because I wanted to help you.”

At that Coral stepped back. “Help me with what? Why big brother have to be foal to help me?”

With a faint blush Sandbar confessed his plan. “Because I’m here to teach you about the potty. You know, what Mom and Dad have been trying to get to you use instead of your diapers? Don’t you wanna be a big pony like me someday?”

But Coral shook her head. “Nu-uh, I don’t need potty. Diapees work just fine. I no wanna give them up and you not make me!”

Sandbar tried not to groan at his little sister’s defiance, this is what he was trying to correct after all. “Coral, I know you don’t like it but it’s something you gotta do. You can’t be a big pony if you’re still in diapers, everypony will just make fun of you.”

“Nu-uh!” Coral stubbornly protested as she turned her head.

The little colt just sighed. “Coral, using the potty is much better than using your diapers. There are so many things you can’t do if you have to keep wearing diapers all the time as you get older. It can even be fun!”

“Fun? How potty fun?” Coral questioned Sandbar.

“I’ll only show you if you promise to stop avoiding the potty and agree to give it a chance,” Sandbar demanded. “I know that you’ll get to like it once you do. Besides, don’t you like to try new things and explore new places?”

The little filly nodded. “Uh-huh.”

With a smile Sandbar then explained. “Well that’s what you can do if you start using the potty,” He blushed as he added. “But, uh, I kind of felt you needed a demonstration to understand. They say you learn best by example.”

“So, me do what you do?” Coral questioned, sounding quite confused. Who knew going potty could be so complicated?

“Yeah!” Sandbar eagerly nodded his head! “I actually kind of have to go now, so this works out for the both of us. I’ll teach you, and then you can try it whenever you want to.”





The two foals were brought into the bathroom by their mother, and Sandbar was stripped of his diaper and placed upon the plastic potty. It was a bit worn in places and the paint had dulled a bit from its pink color, but otherwise it looked just fine.

“Make sure that you always take your diaper off before you try to use the potty,” Sandbar began instructing her little sister while sitting on the aforementioned plastic object. “I didn’t do it once and, well let’s just say I learned the hard way why you take off your diaper before you sit down.”

Coral moved a hoof down to her own diaper. “No need diapee?”

Sandbar nodded. “Yeah, but only when you’re sitting on the potty. Maybe if you get really good at it Mom and Dad will let you go without a diaper, at least around the house. I think they call it ‘Bottomless Training’ or something,” He blushed a bit as his sister started to stare at him. “Um, could you maybe look away for a bit please? You’re kind of supposed to give somepony privacy when they’re on the potty. Only Mom, Dad, or whoever’s taking care of you is supposed to watch.” 

Coral giggled but obeyed, her brother could be so silly sometimes. If he really did go around with nothing on him all the time, what exactly would she see that she wasn’t supposed to see this time? Still, she decided to humor him. Her ears eventually heard what sounded like water tinkling into the bowl.

“You can turn around now, Coral. I’m done.” Sandbar called seconds after the tinkling sound faded.

“Wow, that fast!” Coral exclaimed in amazement!

The little earth pony colt grinned. “Yeah, it was. Of course I’ve done this all before so it all comes naturally to me. It’ll probably take you a little bit longer at first. But if you keep at it your body will start to get used to it,” He stepped off the potty as his mom cleaned him with a wipe. Then he saw her pick up the plastic potty which was now making sloshing sounds, carrying it over to what looked like a trench but with a set of pipes connected to it and a pedal that seemed to stand out on the floor. He knew what was coming next. “Now do you wanna see the fun part about using the potty, Coral?” He asked her.

Coral nodded, and her brother directed him over to the trench their mom was currently emptying the potty into. “Can I do the honors, Mom?” Sandbar asked. “I wanna show Coral how to flush.”

Their mom nodded in agreement. “Just be careful when you do so, you remember what happened the first time you tried it.”

Sandbar didn’t acknowledge the comment, he just stepped onto the pedal.

There was a sudden, loud noise and Coral watched the water swirl around and then retreat down a hole of some sort at the bottom. It returned seconds later, now sparkling clean. “What that?” She asked her brother.

“That was a flush,” Sandbar happily explained. “It’s part of the… er…” He opted for the more juvenile term since he wasn’t sure if Coral would understand the proper one. “Grown up potty that you’ll use when you’re a little older and get better at using your current potty. Basically, everything you do in your potty ends up in here,” He briefly gestured to the trench, then over to the pedal. “Then as you just saw, you just step on the pedal and,” He made a noise imitating the sound from before. “It all disappears!” He declared in a dramatic fashion!

“Even me?” Coral suddenly blinked.

“Nah, that can’t happen to you.” Sandbar shook his head. “The worst that might happen is your tail will get stuck, if you’re not paying attention. You won’t have to worry about that when you’re using your potty,” Then he smiled. “Flushing was always so fun to me. It was so exciting watching everything disappear like a magic act! It always made going to the potty worthwhile!”

“Yeah, Fun!” Coral declared! “I wanna try! I wanna try!” She went over to and stepped onto the flush pedal.

The loud noise was heard once more as the flush cycle started. Even though there wasn’t anything in the ‘grown-up potty’ this time she was still fascinated by the spinning and swirling water. And just as her brother said, it once again disappeared down the hole. Coral gave out a loud cheer as the water returned a few seconds later.

This made Sandbar smile. It seemed like his idea had worked better than he anticipated. “Now I guess I just have to wait until I see Counselor Starlight again, and I can turn back to normal.” He thought to himself.
> Modern Methods (Sunburst)
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The small town of Sire’s Hollow was gradually getting even smaller. Advances in magic, science, and technology were drawing ponies away from the far away village so they could find education and employment close to larger cities, like Canterlot and Manehattan.

This particular issue was not lost to the town’s faithful residents. However there was no agreed way in which to ensure the future for Sire’s Hollow.

Leading the charge for modernizing the town was Stellar Flare. She long thought the cause of her town’s decline was a lack of planning and forethought. The status quo being a status no. It did no good to cling to the past when the future passed you right by.

Leading the opposite side was Firelight who even founded a preservation society. He felt that the town should be preserved and maintained as a little slice of heaven, free of all the hustle and bustle of what was known of modern cities.

No pony would ever believe these two were rivals. However, as they were childhood friends, they always found ways to bump horns with each other. Plus, their foals were close friends with each other, and like it or not Stellar Flare was a reluctant source of advice on parenting (as well as an often sought after foalsitter) for Firelight’s only daughter.

So it was that Starlight Glimmer, who was a periwinkle colored unicorn, was playing with her best foal friend in the whole wide world, Sunburst. It seemed like it was just like any other day for the two.

“Why sad?” Starlight asked her yellow coated friend upon noticing his unhappy posture.

“Mommy and Daddy are being no fun.” Sunburst replied with a pout.

“What you mean?” Starlight pursed in innocent unawareness. “My daddy is lots of funs. All mommies and daddies are funs!”

Sunburst plopped on the floor. His modern-age, disposable diaper making a number of crinkling and rustling sounds as he did. “Not mine,” He snorted. “Daddy always sides with Mommy, and Mommy always makes me do stuff I no wanna do. She gonna make me potty train.”

“Ooh, what that?!” Starlight curiously inquired, She thought she’d heard her daddy talk about it once, but she couldn’t be sure.

Sunburst just sighed. “I gots to sit on this bowl like thing and do my pee pees and poo poos, then Mommy or Daddy clean me up. I supposed to start on it.”

“You no wear diapers anymore?” Starlight asked.

Sunburst shook his head. “Mommy says I too old for diapers, she gonna make me give them up. Just like she took away my paci,” Then he turned to Starlight, eager to change the subject. “We play before they come back? You always funs.”

Starlight, who was clad in a thick terry cloth diaper that was pinned securely in the front, decided to grab a sparkly ball to roll back-and-forth to her friend. “Sure!” And then she told her friend. “And you can always borrow my diapers when you come over for sleepovers. My daddy always buys lots of ‘em!” Of course the foal didn’t stop to think that her diapers might not fit her friend, but the offer was more important to her than the reality. Hopefully she wouldn’t be getting out of those padded undergarments anytime soon.





In a nearby room, Stellar Flare and Firelight were watching their foals and having another ‘friendly’ argument. As usual as of late, the subject involved child raising. Firelight led off the argument, having learned what Stellar Flare was planning to do.

“Why are you doing that to your own son?” Firelight asked with disbelief. “Why put so much grown-up pressure and responsibility on a foal. It’s just not right. He’s only young once.”

Stellar Flare, an orangish brown coated unicorn with white sock-like features on her hooves, glared at her deep purple colored friend. “Modern Mother Mare has proven that foals of two years are more than capable of learning such things as simple reading, writing, magic, and potty training,” She retorted while focusing her hazel colored eyes straight into Firelight’s brown eyes. “It’s wrong to hold back the potential of a foal over outdated and improper ways of making them into the leaders of tomorrow. You think those big city ponies became such big successes and invented all those modern ways because they stayed in diapers for years and years? Even you have to admit that their modern conveniences are something we can’t live without.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” Firelight quipped. “You make raising your foal sound like he’s some sort of business or farming method. You’re not even asking him what he wants. Don’t you think you should slow down and let him decide when he’s ready?”

Stellar Flare whipped her ginger-colored mane for effect before firmly placing her hoof upon the table. “Never!” She growled. “I’m just looking out for Sunburst’s future while you set Starlight up for failure! If you don’t get her out of diapers soon she’s going to go to kindergarten still wearing those things, and be teased relentlessly for it. Is that what you want?!”

Firelight leaned closer to Stellar and narrowed his eyes. “Starlight deserves a childhood, I’m in no rush to make her give up her diapers before she’s ready,” He replied with a growl in his voice. “And keep it down. The kids can hear us when you go all dramatic like that.”

Stellar would’ve snapped back if she hadn’t seen the two foals looking towards her. It wouldn’t do good for them to see their parents arguing. “You’re holding her back whether you admit it or not, Firelight,” She simply said while returning to a relaxed sitting position. “You’re also making her more prone to illness with those unsanitary cloth diapers, and delaying her potty training will just make her sick.”

“That’s preposterous,” Firelight fired back while taking care not to raise his voice. “There were no throw-away, single use diapers when we were kids, and I don’t recall ever being unhealthy because of it.”

“Modern Mother Mare shares that ponies don’t retain memories from before the age of three,” Stellar replied with a seemingly know-it-all grin. “So unless you want to ask your parents about your diaper days, you wouldn’t know.”

Firelight saw an opportunity through his friend’s statement. “Three years old, huh?” He grinned. “So that means all that time forcing poor Sunburst to not be a foal won’t even matter until he’s three years old? It won’t even matter if you force him to potty train before that time?”

Stellar Flare was prepared for this response as she casually flicked at her pearl necklace, a gift from her husband who always agreed with her (unless he wanted to sleep on the couch). “Oh Firelight,” She replied in a condescending tone. It amazed her that her childhood friend still didn’t understand how she worked. “Learned behaviors like walking and talking are retained. It’s the day-to-day events of what’s going on around them that isn’t. The same goes for potty training. Better to do it while they’re two and make the process as smooth as possible. That’s what Modern Mother Mare says, and she’s always right.”

Firelight folded his front hooves over his chest and snorted. “Who is this ‘Modern Mother Mare’?” He flatly stated. “And what gives her any right to say what’s right and wrong for our foals?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Stellar Flare merrily replied. “She is a highly educated pony with doctorate degrees in Child Care and Preschool Education. The top pony at her craft in fact.”

“So she’s basically just some pony who is taking all this ‘future’ stuff she’s been fed by all those other ponies to make us small town folk feel and look bad.” Firelight grumbled, always skeptical of such claims.

“Look, Firelight,” Stellar said in a calmer tone. “I understand it’s hard raising a foal by yourself. I also understand what really has you holding onto the past, is the sad loss of Starbright Glimmer.”





At that Firelight felt a lump form in his throat. Starbright Glimmer was his childhood sweetheart to whom he’d proposed to, married, and settled down with. However complications while bringing their daughter into the world made it a difficult choice of either losing his wife, or losing their newborn daughter. Starbright made the choice, and is why he’d named their daughter ‘Starlight Glimmer’, in memory of her mother.

“Sorry,” Stellar Flare apologized as she realized her mistake. “That wasn’t right of me to bring up.”

Firelight said nothing.

“It would be unfair to relate my husband’s position as a police pony putting himself in the line of danger everyday to what happened to Starbright,” Stellar added. “But you and I are the most important ponies in our foals’ lives. We owe it to them to give them every possible opportunity to thrive and rise above all in which we achieved.”

Firelight lowered his head.

“Daddy?” A concerned Starlight questioned as she seemed to suddenly appear in the dining room the two parents were sitting in. “Daddy sad?”

Firelight picked up his daughter and noticed she was wet. He also did notice how the terry cloth diaper showed signs of staining despite his strong efforts to keep it clean. “Only a little, but he’s better now,” He told his daughter and then turned to Stellar Flare. “Perhaps I will take you up on those disposable diapers,” He said in a rather deadpan manner. “Though I need to go get my little chipmunk cheeks changed and ready for her nap.”

Stellar saw Sunburst appear at her side with a worried look and a bulge in the back of his diaper. “No be mad, Mama,” He pleaded. “No help it. I tried to make it.”

Stellar Flare felt that keeping quiet and heading home to sanitize her son was the best course of action given the current situation. Having brought back a bad memory for Firelight, it was best if she didn’t say anything more about the subject. “It looks like my little colt needs some attention, too,” She said in a way to show that she understood having ‘hit a nerve’ with her childhood friend. “You still rock Starlight to sleep with that kite blanket she made?”

Firelight held Starlight close. “I do,” He somberly replied. “It still smells like her too.”

Stellar just used her unicorn magic to levitate Sunburst upon her back. “My place tomorrow?” She hopefully asked.

Firelight gave a look to show that he wasn’t upset with her. “My little ‘Pumpky-Wumpkin’ wouldn’t miss a chance to play with her best friend, diapers or no diapers,” He said while tenderly rubbing at his daughter’s back. “Perhaps I’ll pick up some of those disposable diapers on my way over so you can show me how they work.”

Stellar smiled. “I’ll buy you a pack,” She stated while beginning her trip back home with her son. “I need to get more for Sunburst, and I owe you one for having said what I said.”

“No worries, Stellar,” Firelight replied while nuzzling Starlight. “I know Starbright is still alive and well through our precious Starlight.”

And after a final exchange of goodbyes, both parents went about tending to their children as they each felt best.





Stellar returned home with Sunburst a little later, and changed his diaper. After she was done she took the liberty of escorting her son to the bathroom, placing him upon his potty. “I know you’re trying, Sunburst. But you need to tell me when you think you have to go, instead of waiting until you have an accident.” She somewhat lectured him.

Sunburst just sighed. “Yes, Mama. I understand.” Even if he didn’t really like the idea of training he knew better than to go against his mother. His mother was always right even when she wasn’t.

Stellar Flare smiled. “That’s the spirit.”

Meanwhile, Sunburst was eyeing the huge bowl shaped object that stood nearby. He didn’t know what exactly it was called, only that it was a potty for big boys and girls. Starlight’s dad didn’t seem to like it very much even though he’d installed a similar object in his bathroom. “Mama, when can I use big potty?” He asked.

Stellar smiled again. “Not until you’re a little bit further along in your training, Sunburst. It’s called the big boy potty for a reason.”
> Pottying 101 (Cheerilee)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Even though she had yet to even enroll in kindergarten, Cheerilee absolutely loved the prospect of being a teacher! It seemed to be so cool! It made her wish more than anything that she could be a big sister and help teach a little sister or brother about a variety of things. Alas, she was an only child so she had to settle for the next best thing.

The little filly soon took to setting up makeshift “classrooms” for her dolls, which really just consisted of sitting them on sofa cushions or blankets while she would use a pretend blackboard to give lessons based on whatever she could remember from the books her parents read her. Her parents didn’t mind this, they felt it was the perfect way for their daughter to prepare for kindergarten even if she would just be a student and not the teacher.

However there was one not so small detail that got in the way of those plans. Among the requirements for admission into kindergarten classes for Ponyville was that all the foals attending be potty trained, or least mostly potty trained (Ponyville wasn’t as big on emphasizing perfection the way other cities like Canterlot or Manehattan might). A good way to determine if the foal met those requirements was by what he or she wore around their rump (if anything at all).

That was the one thing that stood in the way for Cheerilee and was currently blocking her admission, she was still in diapers. It probably wasn’t too big a deal since she was only four and was far ahead of her peers on many other developmental issues such as talking, walking, and knowing her numbers and alphabet. But as her parents would reluctantly attest they hadn’t quite cracked the code on potty training for their only daughter just yet. They’d been at it for about two years now, but had little progress to show for it as the many potty charts full of stormy clouds and the occasional smiley face would attest.

Cheerilee herself was the biggest obstacle. While she was indifferent towards diapers she didn’t really care too much if she ‘used’ them even if she wasn’t supposed to. That’s because to her bathroom breaks always seemed to take time away from more valuable things. She tried asking her parents to move the potty they’d bought for her out of the bathroom, but they had replied by telling her that she wouldn’t have that privilege in school and had to start learning how to do it properly. To try and add more incentive they’d opted to cut back on the purchase of diapers, hoping that the shortage might motivate the little filly to start taking her training more seriously. 

The earth pony understood that it was all about feeling the rhythm of nature as it flowed through your body, but other things always seemed to get in the way of that feeling until it was too late. Still, she wanted to get into kindergarten more than anything in the wide world of Equestria! If there was a lack of progress on potty training was what was holding her back, then she decided that she would have to reluctantly start making more of an effort to make it to the bathroom on time. Like all little ones, however, that was something that was easier said than done. The grown-ups made it sound and look so easy, but even the smartest of four year olds didn’t always have the kind of knowledge about their bodily functions that one would gain later in life. And poor Cheerilee was going to learn the hard way what limitations she still faced on graduating from her diapers.





It started out like any other day for Cheerilee, she was nearing the four and a half year mark and her potty chart was starting to look a little bit better. There were still more stormy clouds than smiling faces or gold stars, but the ratio of bad days to good days was nowhere near as big as it used to be. In fact she was feeling quite proud of the fact that she had managed a record three days of successful trips to the potty. So who cared if just the week before she had only made it once on what would otherwise have been a week of stormy clouds? Progress was progress. After a hearty breakfast with her family she strolled away to gather up her dolls and have another classroom session. They always made for a better audience than her family or any of her friends, they were good listeners.

So engrossed was Cheerilee in her world of teaching that she didn’t seem to notice or care that her body was starting to give off signals, signals that if she were paying more attention she might have realized were familiar and meant only one thing. But the earth pony didn’t listen, she was completely focused on her own little world. “Now, can anypony tell me what happens to all the water that the pegasi lift to Cloudsdale every spring?” She asked her imaginary audience. None of the dolls actually answered, so Cheerilee pretended that one of them had. “No, Mr. Elephant, that’s not right. The water goes to the weather factory to make clouds,” She spoke in her teacher voice. “Many of those clouds produce rain, which is how the water level in lakes and ponds gets restored. Other clouds produce snow, which is what rain turns into when it gets cold enough to freeze. Just like how water turns into ice when it freezes. And when the sun comes out and heats up the ground, all that water turns into water vapor which is a gas.”

A slight twinge interrupted Cheerilee mid fantasy. It was faint, but the twinge meant only one thing. The little filly paused briefly, her eyes happening to turn towards a familiar destination down the hallway. The bathroom door was open and inside it was her potty, a magenta colored plastic bowl with three white flowers that had smiling faces on them. It would be so easy to just trot over there, sit down on it, and take care of business.

In her mind, however, Cheerilee thought to herself. “It’s not that far away and I don’t have to go that badly yet. I’m sure I can hold it for a little bit longer. Class is almost done anyway.”

So the little earth pony went back to teaching her dolls, doing her best to ignore the twinges as they started to become more frequent and more distracting. She crossed her legs, which was uncomfortable but did manage to quiet the twinges for a while. Unfortunately that made her diaper crinkle with every delicate step she took, a noise that was insanely distracting to her ears. Still, she tried her best to ignore it. Her potty was just down the hall, just a few short steps away. She could make it with plenty of time to spare, no need to interrupt her class so close to the end.

“Why yes, Miss. Giraffe,” The little filly pretended to have been asked a question. “The ground can only hold so much water at a time. When it gets too full the water has nowhere to go and it starts to form puddles. Eventually it can completely cover the ground. This is what we call a flood. Floods can also happen when rain water or melting snow makes a river, lake or stream flow over its banks. This can affect the land around it, which is why some farmers actually settle in places that have just flooded or are prone to flooding. It usually contains rich soil because river or rain water has brought rich nutrients that help plants grow, sort of like when you water plants in a garden with a watering can.”

Unfortunately, even though it hadn’t been very long and even though Cheerilee was confident she could manage the short distance from her current location to the bathroom, her bladder refused to cooperate. The twinges were becoming more pronounced, the tingling sensations were much easier to notice and seemed unwilling to stop. The little filly struggled as she bit her lip, if not for crossing her legs she might have already released into her diaper. Reluctantly, she would have to end class early this time. “T-that’s all for today. C-class is… dismissed.” She declared and then took off in mad dash, she suspected she had only a minute or two at best before her floodgates would open!





It was indeed a short trip to the bathroom and it was a blessing to have the bathroom door opened and the potty nearby.

Cheerilee was so confident that she could make it, and maybe she would’ve if not for her eyes happened to briefly glance at an object. It had drawn the little one’s gaze was something she often avoided looking at if she could help it. It towered over her in its gleaming white glory, its massive size towering over her since she didn’t come even close to the seat above the bowl. And within that bowl rested a dangerous, swirling whirlpool that if you accidentally entered into you had no hope of escaping. What exactly it was Cheerilee didn’t know. She knew that it was what grown-ups used and supposedly it was just like her potty. But her potty wasn’t anywhere near as big, it wasn’t cold to the touch, and best of all it didn’t make that frighteningly loud noise at seemingly random intervals.

By the time Cheerilee thought to take her eyes off this ‘throne’ it was too late, her brief moment of wandering had distracted her and caused her to lose control. She didn’t even notice when it happened until it was too late, her diaper swelled up and became unpleasantly damp. It lasted only seconds but for the foal it might as well have been a lifetime. She sighed as she waddled around in her soggy padding. Just like that her record of successful trips to the potty had come to an unfortunate (and unhappy) end. Even at home she was now expected to change herself rather than rely on either of her parents to do the task for her, that was the most ‘grown-up’ thing she could do it seemed. So the little earth pony made her way to the cabinets beneath the sink, clumsily pulling out an already opened package of diapers as well as some lavender scented wet wipes and cornstarch foal powder. There was even a changing mat that was just her size.

Cheerilee carefully unfolded the lime green changing mat as she prepared herself for the diaper change, the umpteenth one this month. Shaking her head she began to think sadly to herself. “You’ll never be ready for kindergarten at this rate. Most foals your age already know how to avoid having accidents. Yet here you are, soaked yet again. When will you learn?”
> The Pip Not Gobbled (Pipsqueak)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Being small could have its disadvantages. It wasn’t really Pipsqueak’s fault, he’d been relatively in the middle of his peers back in Trottingham and had thought little of the fact that they seemed to get slightly taller whereas he’d stayed the same. But when his family had decided to move to Ponyville for the sake of better schooling, Pip now felt like a little fish in a big pond. He actually wasn’t that scrawny, but being in a new environment that was strange and unfamiliar made him aware of things he might have previously ignored.

There was also another problem and a more urgent one as far as Pip was concerned. Ponyville’s toilets were vastly different from the ones he was familiar with in Trottingham. Heck, in some places back in Trottingham they didn’t even chamber pots, nature itself was the bathroom and a small pit was where one answered the call.

Not so with Ponyville. Not only were chamber pots widespread and considered acceptable, but indoor toilets were all the rage. And unfortunately for Pip, his parents installed one of the newer “throne” models. All he knew was that these toilets had huge bowls, huge seats, and ate anything that could fit into them. For Pip, he feared that would mean him because of how small he was. Even just looking at the toilet in his bathroom filled him with dread (and often something else). He’d heard stories from some of his peers about a “monster” that ate ponies. Lacking any knowledge of how or why the throne toilets made that awful noise, he assumed the monster explanation was the most valid.

So it was that Pipsqueak ended up in diapers again, something that his peers started noticing and teasing him for. It really bothered him to be called names like “Pipstink”, “Diaper Dweeb” and “Piddle Pants”, but everytime he tried to face his fear it always ended the same way: He’d clumsily waddle into the bathroom, gaze at the porcelain “throne”, and run away in fear of being gobbled up by the monster.

With his new education at stake, Pip’s parents realized that they would have to do something if they wanted to get their son to overcome his fear. They thought first of therapy or a private instructor, but ruled out both as they proved to be too expensive (especially since they couldn’t automatically guarantee results). So they had to resort to a more “uncoventional” option. But if it worked (and they were hoping it would), their son’s toilet troubles would be a thing of the past.





“So, what’s so ‘special’ about these new diapers you’re making me wear?” Pip asked his father as he was strapped into one of the aforementioned undergarments. They didn’t look or feel like anything out of the ordinary as far as diapers went. But if his parents said they were “special” then they had to be, his parents were never wrong.

Pip’s father just flashed a knowing smile as he commented. “You’ll see in a minute, mate. Just gotta finish with this tab here.” As he fiddled about with it, he secretly gazed at a small patch that looked more like tape to the untrained eye. The instructions had said to fasten it just right for the enchantment to work, and that’s what he was hoping for.

The tab was taped into place a moment later, and Pip’s father stepped back. His son couldn’t have known, but he was secretly in a trance like state given the way his eyes were staring off into the distance. “Time to see if it worked.” Pip’s father thought to himself as he cleared his throat and clapped his hooves. “Pip, can you hear me?”

Pipsqueak blinked and seemed to nod. “Huh? Sure I can, Pop. Why do you ask?”

“I was just explaining how important it is to make sure your new diaper is on securely,” Pip’s father explained. “After all, a big, strong, brave pony like you deserves only the best.”

“I’m… brave?” Pipsqueak questioned the thought momentarily. It felt like he already knew this even though a part of him thought he didn’t.

His father nodded. “Yes, you are very brave. You’re the bravest little pony there ever was. So brave in fact that you’re not afraid of anything. You don’t fear that ‘monster’ that lurks in our bathroom. You know that you could conquer it with the greatest of ease if it existed. But because you’re still a bit small, we have to diaper you since your bladder is a bit tiny.”

Pipsqueak blushed as right on cue he felt the familiar pang in his bladder indicating that he had to go. “So, I just go to the loo?” He asked, no longer sounding afraid of it even though he could’ve sworn he used to for some strange reason.

Pip’s father nodded again and then promptly took his son by the hoof. “Correct. I’ll accompany you to make sure you understand how to do it properly, especially with your…” He coughed into a hoof. “Er, protection.”

“You mean my diaper?” Pip pondered.

“Yes, Pip. But protection is more reassuring, don’t you agree?” Pip’s father commented, planting another suggestion into his son’s mind. It landed without hesitation, the mind was eager to accept it.





To see if the plan that he and wife had made would work, Pipsqueak’s father took his son into the bathroom. 

Upon eyeing the toilet, Pip started to think about the loud noise that it made. “Pop,” He said as he turned back to his father. “Why does the loo make that loud awful noise? How does it do that?”

“Don’t you worry, mate. I will show you,” His father told him as he picked up his son and went over to the toilet. When they reached it, Pip’s father pointed a hoof towards a silver handle that was attached to the upper left side of the tank. “Now, see that handle right there?” He asked. Pip looked at it and nodded slowly. “That’s what makes that loud noise which is called a flush. To do that, you just have to push it down. Go ahead, give it a try and see it for yourself.”

“O… okay.” Pipsqueak said. Then reaching out a hoof, he pressed the handle down.

The toilet roared loudly as it began to flush! When the earth pony colt looked down, his eyes widened in surprise, watching as the water in the bowl was spinning and swirling around and around at a high rate of speed. After a few seconds, it turned into a dizzying whirlpool before it swirled down into a hole at the bottom of the bowl and disappeared. Then it came back as if nothing had happened. “So what do you think, now?” Pipsqueak’s father asked as he placed his son back onto the bathroom floor. “You want to try using the loo?”

Pipsqueak nodded. “Sure, Pop. As long as I get to watch it flushing again. That was so cool!”

This made his father smile, so far, the plan was working better then he had expected. “Good,” He said. “Now, listen carefully, mate. First, let me take off your diaper. You won’t be able to use the loo if you have a diaper on,” After removing Pip’s diaper, he picked up his son again. “Second, you sit down on the seat. But since you can’t reach it, I’ll help you do that. And then you just do what you usually do in your diapers. Just be careful not to move around too much, or you might fall in.” Once Pipsqueak was placed onto the toilet, his father suddenly realized something. “With his diaper off, I hope that he doesn't snap out of the trance,” He thought to himself as he turned his head away so he could give his son some privacy. “If it does, then this could be a problem.” Fortunately, after about a minute or two, he heard a steady tinkling sound and a few splashes.

“Um… Pop?” Pip called out as soon as he was finished. “I think I’m done.”

Turning back towards his son, Pipsqueak’s father took a quick down into the toilet bowl. “Great work, mate,” He said. “Your mum is going to so proud when she hears about this!”

Pip then saw his father reach out a hoof and pulled some pieces of a paper like substance off from a nearby roll. “What is this for, Pop?” He asked as he eyed it.

This is toilet paper,” His father explained. “It is for cleaning your flanks up after you do your business. Then once you are all done cleaning, you just put the used pieces into the loo.”

Pipsqueak eyed the silver handle again. “And then I flush?” He asked as his father wiped his flanks clean with the toilet paper and deposited it into the toilet bowl.

“Yes indeed, Pip,” He nodded, picking up is son and moved him over to the handle. “And this time you get to see why whatever is in the loo never comes back.”

As his eyes peered down into the toilet, Pipsqueak reach out a hoof and just like he did earlier, pressed down the the handle.

The toilet once again roared as it began to flush loudly. And the water in the bowl started spinning and swirling rapidly around and around. When it became a dizzying whirlpool, it began to pull everything that was floating in the water down towards the hole at the bottom of the bowl. The little earth pony smiled as he watched as one by one, the contents went down through the hole, turning the water crystal clear again and seconds later it swirled down the drain. When it returned, Pipsqueak saw that there was no sign of was in it just moments ago. 

After his diaper was placed back on, his father helped him wash his hooves before washing his own, and then they went to find Pip’s mother so they could tell her the great news.





The enchantment (in actuality a hypnotic inductor that would cause the wearer to enter into a trance like state) worked wonders for Pip. No longer was he scared of the toilet. He conqured it as if he’d never been afraid of it at all. But for some reason his parents wouldn’t graduate him to pull-ups, they insisted he would have to wait and “prove” himself a little more.

So this process repeated itself for about a year. But when the condition for school enrollment was that the child be diaper free, Pip’s parents were forced to come clean about their little “plan” to help their son advance in his toilet training.

“So, this whole time, I’ve merely ‘believed’ I wasn’t afraid of the loo?” Pipsqueak had asked his parents upon finding out.

Pip’s mother had reluctantly acknowledged this fact. “Yes. But your father and I believed we had to do something in order to help you.”

“But you’re old enough now to know that there’s no such thing as a ‘monster’ in the loo,” Pip’s father added. “The only reason anypony even thinks that at first, is because they don’t know how to describe the flushing sound. Once ponies know, they only bring it up if they want to scare little ponies like you. But you’re old enough to know better now, right?”

“I… think I do,” Pip commented. “Still, if I did fall in. Would anything happen to me?”

“Not a chance, mate. At worst you’d get a little wet,” Pip’s father told him. “And as long as you’re careful that won’t happen to you. After all, that’s why your mum and I bought you that stepstool.”
> Pulling Up and Sitting Still (Lyra)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lyra hadn’t expected to ‘show off’ her skills when it came to potty training upon being invited to Twilight’s birthday party. She hadn’t even been training for that long, she was just that good at sitting. To her it didn’t seem like a big deal at all for her to use the ‘big potty’ or the toilet, even though two of her friends were amazed at such a display.

Nevermind the fact that Lyra had still needed some assistance, her friends seemed to view her as some kind of potty training prodigy and were eager to learn more.

So it was that as the three unicorn foals were making their way back to the party after all that had transpired in the bathroom, they were striking up a conversation related specifically to that subject matter. Twilight and Moondancer were full of questions that wouldn’t be satisfied without answers, mostly because they hoped that some of their fellow unicorn’s exclusive knowledge might rub off on them somehow.

“How come you’re so good at using the toilet?” Twilight asked Lyra as she clumsily waddled along, not quite used to her new pull-ups just yet (it had been less than a day since she’d started wearing them after all). “All the books I read said toilet training doesn’t happen until much later and a pony is much bigger.”

“Yeah,” Moondancer added. “I know I could’ve never used it the way you did. If I tried I’d probably mess up. Besides, it’s kind of scary to think that anything that goes into it never comes back. If you’re not careful that can be you.”

Lyra only giggled. “That’s only if somepony flushed the toilet with you in it, and that would never happen. Honestly, I don’t know why you two think what I did was so remarkable. I haven’t really been able to do it that much specifically because I need somepony to help me get up onto the toilet seat and get down after I’m done.”

Moondancer blinked anew in surprise. “You’re just so good at sitting, and you made using the toilet look like second nature when Twilight and I still had training potties.”

“Well, mine’s still being wrapped so I can’t use it yet.” Twilight reminded her ‘friend’ of that stipulation.

Lyra simply smiled. “I think it’s great that you’re both so eager to use your potties, for a while I was kind of worried I might be the only one who’d graduated from diapers. In fact, that’s kind of why I wore them here. I didn’t know you two were in pull-ups and I didn’t want you to feel bad. Especially you, Twilight, seeing as you’re the birthday girl and everything.”

Despite her brother’s lecture about not making potty training a contest, Twilight couldn’t help but puff out her chest. “Well for the record, it’s not that I didn’t want to start potty training earlier. But all the books I read said it’s best to wait until you’re three to really start on it. I’ve read so many books on the subject I could probably run it all by myself if I really wanted to.”

Moondancer, meanwhile, asked Lyra. “Just how did you get so good at sitting on the toilet seat? It didn’t exactly look comfortable and it also felt kind of slippery.”

Lyra responded. “Well, I’m just really good at sitting, I guess. That’s probably why it makes no difference to me if I use a potty or the toilet. In fact, you’re both lucky that your parents bought you actual potties to use. My parents decided it was more efficient to do it the old fashioned way and got me a chamber pot.”

Twilight and Moondancer both gaped in awe! They knew from reading that chamber pots had once been the preferred method of tending to one’s bodily functions, even among the nobility and uppercrusts. Though chamber pots were starting to become ‘old fashioned’ in the eyes of many, they were still widely affordable (especially for those who either didn’t want to install any kind of toilet, or those who couldn’t afford even an old flush model that was basically a trench with water).

Lyra had expected such a response even though she personally had found her chamber pot to be rather silly. “It’s not anything fancy, it’s really more of an old flower pot somepony hastily reconverted.”

“Can we see it?” Moondancer and Twilight both asked at once.

Lyra shook her head. “I didn’t bring it with me. It’s kind of embarrassing to lug something so old fashioned around. I rarely use it anymore if I’m being honest, mostly because my parents insist. They always tell me that they bought it for a very good reason.” And she began to think back to when she had first been introduced to the aforementioned object.





A somewhat smaller and younger Lyra (younger in the sense of months, not years) stood baffled and puzzled by the bizarre antique pot that stood before her. Clearly it had seen better days because the paint was dull and faded in many places and the rim seemed like it had gone a long time without polish. She blinked her eyes very slowly. “What’s this?” She asked her parents as they had been the ones to place the object in front of her mind.

Mr. Heartstrings was the first to speak up. It was from him that his daughter had inherited her mint green coat and golden eyes. “Why, it’s your new chamber pot of course.”

“Chamber pot?” Lyra blinked again as she repeated the phrase.

Mrs. Heartstrings, the mare from whom Lyra had inherited her light green and white locks, nodded her head. “Yes. It’s what ponies used to use for potties. Your father and I felt it was about time you had one of your own to start training with.”

Hearing the word ‘potties’ and ‘training’ was enough for the foal to put two and two together. Now she had an understanding of what this funny looking thing was for. “I have to use that?” She questioned while looking back to her rump and to the well taped diaper that hugged it so tightly. She had been feeling kind of off about using the padded undergarments for anything as of late, but the idea of using something else instead of them was still a confusing prospect for her.

Mr. Heartstrings nodded. “Yes indeed, my daughter. From now on, should you feel the need to go number one or number two, you’re to come get either your mother or I. We shall assist you in using this chamber pot.”

Mrs. Heartstrings promptly used her magic to untape the diaper and symbolically remove it from her daughter, tossing it into a trash can clear across the room. Then she used her magic to gently float her daughter onto the rim of the chamber pot. “Just sit on it like that until you’re done, then your father or I will clean you up,” She declared with a smile. “And don’t be afraid, you can use this chamber pot just about anywhere. The only thing you need to remember is that you can’t be wearing a diaper when you sit on it, doing so defeats the whole purpose of using this pot.”

Lyra appeared to grasp the concept quite well. She was already used to sitting still, it was something she was strangely good at (it just felt right to her, even if her way of sitting often caused ponies to stare at how unnatural it appeared). But there was one thing she was still puzzled by. “So, when I’m done and you’ve cleaned me up, what happens to my chamber pot?” She asked her parents as she climbed off the pot. The foal expected them to know, they knew everything.

Mr. Heartstrings simply replied. “I’m glad you asked, Lyra. Once you’ve er… done  your business and been wiped clean, your chamber pot has to be emptied out so it can be cleaned. But unlike your diapers we can’t just empty it into the trash. There’s a far more civilized way of doing it, a way that’s also far less messy I might add.”

Her curiosity piqued, Lyra started to excitedly jump up and down as she started asking! “What is it? I wanna know!”

Mrs. Heartstrings opted to answer her daughter’s curiosity by calmly telling her. “We take it to the bathroom and empty it into the toilet. Surely you’ve wondered what makes those funny sounds that often come from the bathroom, no?” When her daughter nodded, Mrs. Heartstrings happily explained. “Well, that’s called a flush. It’s how we get rid of whatever we put into the toilet, but only the stuff that we’re supposed to put into it. It’s not a toy.”

“How does it work?” Lyra inquired about the flush.

Mr. and Mrs. Heartstrings exchanged somewhat concerned glances, there was only one way they could think of that would satisfy their daughter’s inquiry. But was it really such a good idea to teach a foal her size and age about something that she might come to fear, or worse misuse?

After some hesitation and silent contemplation the two older unicorns seemed to settle on an agreement. Their daughter was smart enough, she could be trusted with the knowledge they would share with her. Besides, they would make sure to supervise her and that would minimize the risk of mishaps. So a demonstration was in order.





Without saying a word, Mr. and Mrs. Heartstrings motioned for their daughter to follow them to the bathroom, and Lyra happily toddled after them. Upon arriving in the bathroom she was brought before a towering, white, bowl shaped object that had a  large tank attached to the back of it. It also appeared to have a curved seat of some kind. Lyra was lifted up by her dad’s magic and as she was brought before a gleaming, silver handle that was attached to the left side of the tank, she looked down into the bowl. It was full of crystal clear water. “Go ahead, pull the handle,” Mr. Heartstrings’ encouraged. “This is how a flush works.” So mint green unicorn carefully reached out her tiny hooves and pressed down on the handle.

The toilet started flushing loudly as Lyra’s eyes were naturally drawn to the bowl! The water began spinning and swirling around and around. She watched with curiosity as it went faster and faster turning into a dizzying whirlpool! Then they suddenly retreated down a hole at the bottom and briefly disappeared, before coming back slowly. Once the water had filled completely, she was set back down again.

“So, do you understand now?” Mrs. Heartstrings asked her daughter, who nodded in response. “Remember that you can only flush if you have somepony to watch over you while you do it. And only flush after emptying out your chamber pot.”

However, the little unicorn suddenly asked. “But if it all ends up in the toilet anyway, why can’t I just use it instead?” Before either of her parents could protest she pleaded with them. “Please? I just wanna see what it’s like.” Sensing that their daughter wasn't satisfied until she got what she wanted, the older unicorns reluctantly obliged her request. Mr. Heartstrings taking great care to float his daughter onto the toilet seat very carefully. He released his magical hold on her, expecting to have to have it use it again very shortly to keep her from falling in. But she didn’t. Lyra sat on the toilet seat like it was no big deal and soon she had done her business (she had sort of had to go earlier, but not to the point where she really felt the urge to and thus had held off on doing so), feeling quite satisfied and relieved. “Okay, I’m ready to be cleaned up now. Then I can flush, right?” She asked, hoping that she wasn’t missing a step somehow.

“...Er, y-yes,” Mr. Heartstrings commented after recovering from his sudden speechlessness. “Here, let me show you how.” He proceeded to pull a paper substance off a nearby roll and after explaining to his daughter what it was, used it to wipe her rump clean. He deposited it all into the bowl once he was done. The mint green unicorn pushed the silver handle again.

The toilet roared once more as it started flushing! The water began spinning and swirling around and around. It went faster and faster, turning once again into a whirlpool and pulling everything floating in the water down towards the hole. This time, Lyra watched her waste and the toilet paper was sucked down through the hole and disappeared, turning the water crystal clear again. It continued spinning and swirling around for a few seconds before retreating down the drain. When the toilet refilled, the mint green unicorn pondered aloud. “So, only the water is supposed to come back when I flush?” 

Mrs. Heartstrings replied as best she could. “Yes, Lyra. Only the water. And make sure it doesn’t go above the bowl. If the toilet doesn’t flush properly, make sure to tell a grown-up.”

“Would I go away if the toilet flushed with me in it?” Lyra somewhat nervously/somewhat curiously asked.

Mr. Heartstrings shook his head as he helped his daughter down from the toilet seat. “Not unless you were to somehow end up in the bowl, which will NOT happen since you’re to only use the toilet when a grown-up’s assistance. And regardless of whether you use your chamber pot or the toilet, you need to make sure to wash your hooves after you’re done.”





“Since then I’ve been restricted to toilet useage only with the help of others,” Present day Lyra explained to her friends as the flashback ended. She then turned to Twilight. “You’re lucky to have a big brother to help you. I wish I had an older sibling.”

Twilight protested with a slight huff. “Sorry, B.B.B.F.F is taken. Get your own!”

Moondancer, meanwhile, had been silently thinking to herself and had gotten an idea. “Hey, I was thinking. Seeing as we’re the only ones at this party who are actually in potty training and are actually supposed to be in pull-ups, we should band together. You know, form a kind of club or society. Big ponies like us have to stick together, right?”

Twilight shrugged her hooves. “I guess so. Our other friends can join us when they start potty training.”

Lyra nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, it won’t exactly be a secret. But it’ll still be nice for the three of us to have something. We can totally arrange pull-up playdates together and share our potty training progress!”

“Well, that’ll have to wait until I actually get my potty,” Twilight replied as she remembered the earlier events. “And present time is still a little ways away. I can’t open presents before then, not even when I know what they are.”

But at that moment, Shining Armor called out to the gathered crowd. “Okay, everypony, gather ‘round! It’s time for the birthday girl to unwrap her presents!” He was even floating over a rather obvious box shaped package that looked like it had been hastily wrapped. “And she’s going to start with this special present that was just delivered today!”

The three friends rushed over as fast as their hooves would let them! “You’re the best, B.B.B.F.F!” Twilight thought to herself.

Shining Armor just smiled as he watched the adorable display. He’d overheard everything even while he’d been wrapping the potty. It truly warmed his heart to know that his sister was making friends and forging connections at such a  young age. He also couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the notion of a sort of potty training club. “You sure have enthusiasm, Twily. I think I can see why Mom and Dad think you’ll be trained faster than me. Still, don’t think it’s gonna be all sunshine and roses.” He only vaguely remembered his own training and for good reason never brought it up around his little sister. There’d be plenty of other things to compete with her over when she was older, for now he was content to let her have this.

Shining joined his parents as they, along with the crowd, watched Twilight open her present and unwrap her potty. Twilight was a little annoyed that they still had to ‘pretend’ she had never seen it before and didn’t know what it was for.

Lyra, for her part, couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Twilight’s potty looked so much more colorful and far more comfortable than some old chamber pot. Even if she’d probably just stick to toilet usage anyway for the most part, the mint green coated unicorn wished she could have one of those plastic bowls as an alternative option. But that seemed unlikely, her chamber pot was probably not going anywhere anytime soon, no matter how infrequently she used it compared to a toilet.
> The Princess and the Plush (Princess Skystar)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Queen Novo of the hippogriffs sat on her throne for yet another day of discussions regarding the actions of The Storm King. His presence as of late had become impossible to ignore. “Silver Wing should have been back by now,” She said grimly to herself. “I don’t think I can keep our nation together without him at my side.”

“Momma!” A merry young voice squeaked out before its source crashed into Queen Novo’s chest.

“Sky… Star…,” The hippogriff leader groaned. “Wide awake, I see.”

“Yes, momma!” The fledgling hippogriff cheered. “Let’s play!”

But Novo felt something damp against her feathers. “Ugh,” She tried to say with as little disgust as possible. “No playing until you get that diaper changed.”

Skystar switched from feeling very happy to being very sad. “No Momma?” She asked while already knowing the answer.

It hurt Novo to not be capable of giving her daughter the time and attention that she needed. She and her husband, Silver Wing, barely could raise their child together once word of the Storm King’s conquests had reached Mount Aris. However, with her husband missing for months now, Novo had to do all she could to ensure the safety of every griff under her care. This unfortunatel, meant sacrificing time with her precious little Skystar.

A female hippogriff entered into the throne room. As court was not yet open, Novo knew it to be the royal nanny, Teal Contrails.

“I thought I heard a little griff up and about,” Teal cheerfully said. “With your permission, your highness?”

Skystar looked desperately to her mother, not wanting to leave. “Stay, play with Momma?” She pouted.

But Queen Novo simply handed Skystar over to Ms. Contrails. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” She tried to apologize as sincerely as possible. “Mommy really needs to help every griff who is afraid of the big bad Storm King.”

Skystar lowered her head. This Storm King seemed to be demanding more and more of her mother’s attention lately, though why she didn’t know. “I hate big meanie Storm King,” She frowned. “He needs time out.”

Novo cracked a smile upon visualizing such an outcome for the scourge who had taken over many lands within a very short period of time. No creature ever saw him as a threat as he came off as such a dimwit. However that “dimwit” had quite an army behind him. An army that, despite being more dimwitted than he was, had enough muscle to forcefully smash through some of the best defenses of other nations. Nations they would promptly lay to waste, and plunder their magical artifacts to give the Storm King even more power, and thus the ability to take out even larger nations. It was feared it was only a matter of time before he’d set his sights on the hippogriff kingdom.

“Momma will play with you at lunch, sweetie,” The queen said as lovingly as she could. “Now go off with Ms. Connie. We don’t want you feeling all yucky and get that owie, hot-hot feeling between your legs.”

The young princess fell almost limp into Teal’s arms. “Yes, Momma…” She sadly replied.

“I love you!” Queen Novo called out as the nanny left with her daughter. “Momma promises to play more soon!”





Teal and Skystar enterred into the royal nursery. It had everything a little griff could ever want. However, it lacked what Sky Star really wanted. This, of course, being her mother. “Why Momma no play?” She pouted. “I want Momma to make Storm King go bye-bye and be Momma again.”

Teal sighed as she changed Skystar’s wet diaper, cleaned her up, and strapped a pull-on style diaper over her haunches. “I am sure it won’t be long before you see your mom more than you see me,” The nanny replied in a way that tried to convince even herself. “Once Seaquestria is all ready for us to play in, we’ll have no more mean, nasty Storm King to worry about.”

Skystar sat down and moped.

“Hey!” Teal cried as she pointed towards a chart behind the changing table. “See how you keep getting better and better with not going potty in your potty pants?”

Skystar turned to see how the month’s chart was progressively having more stars than clouds. Normally that would cheer up any little one. But for Skystar it wasn’t enough, it couldn’t bring her closer to the one she wanted to be with the most. “It not matter,” She sighed. “Momma never see me be big griff and not use potty pants.”

Teal knew the chick was right in how, especially since her husband had left to confront the Storm King, Queen Novo had not been spending much time at all with the princess. The nanny carefully plopped the sad Skystar onto the soft carpet of the nursery. “You know what, kiddo?” She thought while looking around the room. “Perhaps there may be something we can do about that.”





“Your majesty,” Teal nervously said as Queen Novo had come into the nursery just after her daughter had begun her nap. “May I ask you something?”

Novo turned to face Ms. Contrails. Her expression showing much sadness and heartache. “Is it about Skystar?” She inquired, though she needn’t have asked.

Teal nodded her head before picking up a plush hippogriff. “With your permission,” She anxiously began. “I think I read of a technique known as ‘Synthetic Happiness’ and ‘Play Therapy’.”

The queen seemed more confused and eager to hear the point of what had just been said.

“Skystar misses you very much,” Teal continued while holding up the plush. “If I made a soft plush of you…. Umm… would you sleep with it tonight?”

Novo gave an irritated look. “This better be going somewhere,” She grumbled with annoyance. “A queen sleeping with a stuffed animal is not one that others would look up to during this crisis.”

Teal stepped back. “I’d make one of Skystar too,” She added. “The idea is having your scent on the plush may help the princess feel connected with you, even though you’re not able to spend as much time with her as you’d like. It might also give her a little more encouragement with her potty training. If she can’t have you watch her be a big girl, having something that resembles you may be the next best thing.”

“I’m listening.” Novo replied with a more open mind.





The rest of the day went as most days had gone for Skystar since her dad, King Silver Wing had gone missing. However, there was one key difference. This being a promise from her mother that she’d get a big surprise in the morning. Skystar was giddy with excitement at what ‘surprise’ her mother had for her. She even managed to not wet herself over the night to show her mom how good a griff she was, and how she didn’t want to do anything to ruin getting the surprise.

Novo was at first grumpy at being woken up in the middle of the night by her daughter. But her mood improved considerably when instead being presented with a diaper to change or a puddle to clean up, her daughter instead had a full training potty in the bathroom to show off to her. “Oh, Skystar, that’s so impressive!” She beamed. “If only your father were here to see this.” A tear came into her eye.

Skystar immediately hugged her mom, not wanting her to be sad. “No cry, Momma. I sure Dada come back soon. Then I show him like I show you!”

Novo just smiled as she wiped the tear away, and then set to work on cleaning up her daughter and emptying the training potty. “Once we’re down in Seaquestria, we’re going to have to change our bathroom habits.” She thought to herself. But that was a discussion for another time and place as she pulled the chain and flushed the toilet, making everything in it disappear.

“See, Momma?” Skystar chirped! “I a big girl! I make you proud!”

Novo nodded as she then ushered her daughter back to bed (after both washed their paws). “Yes, Skystar. Now please go back to sleep. And in the morning, I’ll have Ms. Connie make you a special big girl breakfast as a reward.”

But for Skystar, the next morning’s highlight was seeing the surprise her mom had in store for her. Apparently it was a reward for her increasing success with potty training. “Love you, Momma!” The young princess chirped. “Where surprise?”

Teal came into the throne room carrying a stuffed animal. “Ooh!” Skystar cooed. “She look like me!”

“Even better, sweetheart,” Novo beamed as she pulled a slightly larger plush from beside the part of her hip that wasn’t taken up by her daughter. “Well, what do you think?”

Skystar’s face lit up with delight. “Momma!” She squealed upon taking the warm, Novo-scented toy into her arms. “It’s momma!”

Both Novo and Teal smiled.

“Now, my little Skystar,” Novo continued. “Ms. Contrails and I put some ‘magic’ into this plush. So if you miss me, give her a big squeeze. I’ll feel your hug and will make sure you feel my love for you despite how busy I may be.”

“Really?” Skystar grinned.

Teal handed the Skystar plush to Queen Novo who promptly used it to boop her daughter on the beak.

“Really,” Novo replied. “You’re always with me and I’m always with you, sweetie. Where you go, I go.”

“Oh, Momma,” Skystar happily sobbed. “I love you!”

“Love you too, sweetie,” Queen Novo replied while gently rubbing her daughter’s head. “Now go with Ms. Connie and know that from now on, you and I are always together, playing and having a wonderful time.”

The princess didn’t hesitate to get down and walk alongside the nanny. “Look!” She cheered while hopping about. “It’s a special mommy lovey!”

“Have you smelled it?” The nanny asked as they neared the exit of the throne room.

From a distance, Queen Novo heard her daughter squeak out in a high pitch, “It smell like Momma! It is Momma! Momma is with me! Momma help me be big griff!...”. It went on and on until her energetic daughter’s continuous show of joy could still be heard, but not quite made out as the pair headed for the nursery.

“It’s good to see her so happy,” Novo sighed while making sure to tuck the Skystar plush behind a spot on her throne that no other griff could see. “The things you do for your kids. But if it means no more diapers to change, it’s an embarrassment I’m willing to risk.” And she began to wonder if maybe her sister’s recently born daughter might benefit from a similar thing, considering her brother-in-law Sky Beak was always away. Silverstream in a lot of ways reminded Novo of her own daughter.





Ms. Contrails was so happy to see how well Skystar brought her mother to life through the stuffed toy. The way she would talk to it and how ‘her mom’ talked back was priceless. It also started an unending streak of not the young princess having any accidents in her pull-on padding: Either wet or messy.

In fact, the plush gave Skystar the courage she had previously never had to try her luck with the “Mommy and Daddy potty” as her mom had put it. And with ‘her mom’ by her side she was able to master using it faster than anygriff would’ve thought possible. Even Novo seemed impressed when her daughter demonstrated this to her one evening.

Novo felt something tug at her heartstrings upon seeing such a display. Even though her daughter was willing to show off what she was learning, it wasn’t the same as being there to witness the milestone for herself. “They really do grow up so fast,” She thought to herself. “Oh Silver Wing, if only you were here to see this. Our little chick is turning into a fine young griff.”

Months soon went by. King Silver Wing never returned and Queen Novo unfortunately continued to lack the time necessary to spend ample time with her daughter, much as it pained her. The priority now was expediting the development of Seaquestria for when the Storm King’s army would arrive, and preparing her subjects for the difficult transition that was to follow.

This did not bother Skystar as much as it used to. After all, her mother had her beside her on the throne while she had her mother playing with a group of other stuffed friends Ms. Contrails had sewed together.

“Good girl, Skystar!” The unpadded princess would say while moving about her stuffy of her mother, often while she was on the potty, proving why she was a big girl. “You make me proud!”

“Oh,” The princess would blush out of pretend modesty. “Thanks, Momma! You are always with me and making sure I stay happy, and lovable, and adorable, and playful, and…,”

Ms. Contrails watched as Skystar quickly took to creating ‘synthetic happiness’ through the use of her imagination and ‘play therapy’. The nanny had wished that dolls would not be needed to substitute for genuine parent and child relations. 

However, with an attack by the Storm King becoming more-and-more likely, she was glad to do what she could to free the princess from the heavy burden her mother shouldered each and every day.





When Skystar was able to start preschool, Novo found it hard to not sleep with the plush version of herself. She knew it gave her daughter security. But at the same time, she didn’t want her daughter to become reliant on a stuffed toy to feel happy. “And…,” She bashfully said, blowing out her bedside lamp while snuggling both the plush of herself and of her daughter. “I never want my Skystar to ever feel like she is alone. Perhaps she’ll make some friends in preschool to help her feel better? Until then, I’m always going to be there for you, my dearest Skystar.” And it was a promise she was going to keep, at least until the Storm King invaded Mount Aris.
> Trixie's Toilet Trick (Trixie)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

When his wife had given birth to a foal, Jackpot knew that his life was going to have to change. So he’d postponed his plans to become a full time traveling magician and worked from home, putting his magical skills to work entertaining his daughter, Trixie. Tending to Trixie was not something that came naturally to the stallion who was past the prime of his youth. But ultimately his wife decided to leave him, and by that point Jackpot had become too attached to his little Trixie to consider leaving her with a sitter. If it meant changing diapers, so be it.

But the two years of tending to Trixie, who soon began calling herself “Great and Powerful” like her father, exhausted Jackpot in a way that nothing else had. So it was with GREAT relief that he looked forward to potty training the foal! No more dirty diapers to change! The only downside to that was that he had to teach Trixie himself, and no amount of books or advice from associates could truly prepare him. Still, the stallion made a decision to start the training before his daughter turned two and a half, convinced that the longer he held off the worse it would ultimately be.

Trixie, for her part, didn’t really know or care why her father seemed to be running himself ragged all the time. But she knew that whenever he got like this it meant that some great and powerful change was about to come to her life. And the little one eagerly anticipated it. It began smoothly enough and like any other day. Jackpot woke up and then woke Trixie up, smiling as he did so. After the obligatory diaper inspection (and praising his daughter for successfully keeping her diaper clean and dry), he made a big production out of marching her from her nursery down to the bathroom. “Just beyond this door lies your ticket to becoming a big pony,” He told his daughter. “Soon, you’ll be just as great and powerful as your old stallion.”

Trixie nodded. “Trixie gonna be great and powerful, like Dada!” But then she blinked in confusion. “How Trixie gonna do it?”

With dramatic flare, Jackpot lit up his horn and jiggled the knob on the bathroom door so it would swing open slowly. Once it was open all the way he escorted his daughter inside, and had her stand before what could be best described as a finely decorated trench like object. To Trixie it looked like there was lots of water inside and a hole at the bottom. But it couldn’t be a bathtub.

“What is that?” Trixie asked his father.

“This is a toilet,” Jackpot proudly told his daughter as his smile grew wider. “This is what you’re to use from now on instead of your diapers. It’s how big ponies answer nature’s call.” 

Trixie blinked again, looking at the “toilet” and then back to her diaper. Truth be told she’d always been considered to be a nuisance. Every time she’d try to perform magic tricks like her father, it always made her trip and fall, thus screwing up the trick. But at the same time, she had come to appreciate the softness and security that the diaper afforded her. Reassurance that if she did anything her dad would soon be on hand to make all her troubles “disappear”. So she wasn’t sure what to think of the idea of graduating to this “toilet”.

Jackpot grinned. “Ah, I see that you’re stunned into silence at the prospect. Good!” He declared in only slightly exaggerated fashion. “Now, allow me to demonstrate how it works. It’s really quite simple. First, you need to take off your diaper. Don’t worry, this time I won’t make it disappear,” He carefully removed his daughter’s diaper and set it down on the bathroom floor so that she could still see it. “Now, get into position. It’s a little tricky.”

Trixie, not used to the bare sensation across her rump, nevertheless clumsily waddled about. She had no real idea of how she would use the toilet, but she also didn’t want to admit such a thing to her dad. She really wanted to impress him by figuring out how to “perform” this new task he’d given her. 

Carefully, Jackpot not so secretly corrected her movements with his magic in order to get her facing the right way. “There, just like that. Next time you try, change up your approach. Think of it as entering from stage right instead of stage left. You may not think there’s much of a difference, but to us performers the difference is extraordinary,” He paused to cough into a hoof. “Anyway, now that you’re lined up properly, you need to lift your tail.”

“Trixie have to do that?” Trixie whined. Doing so made her feel even more exposed than she already was.

“Yes, Trixie,” Jackpot replied in a fatherly tone. “Now lift it up!” When his daughter reluctantly obeyed, he flashed her a big smile. “Excellent! Now you just hold that pose!”

“How long Trixie have to stand here like this?” Trixie protested with a frown on her face.

“Until I say you can move,” Jackpot instructed. “Now just relax, do what you’d normally do in your diapers. Except this time you’re obviously not going in your diapers.” He wasn’t actually sure if his daughter needed to do anything, only now realizing that it might have been better to wait until he was certain of that fact to do the demonstration.





But it seemed that luck was on the magician’s side as he heard some splashes and a steady tinkling sound echo into the toilet. He made sure to keep his head turned so his daughter could have privacy, that was one of the most important things any parent could do for their child. At last, Trixie finished and sighed in relief. “Trixie go potty! Trixie like Dada?” She hopefully asked as a wave of pride washed over her for her act.

Jackpot could hardly contain his excitement! “Indeed Trixie is… er I mean you are!” His daughter’s unusual way of speaking (copying the way her old stallion used to speak when on stage) rubbing off on him. As he tried to contain the blush forming on his cheeks he then explained. “So now that you’re done, let me just wipe you up. Hold still, please.”

Even though the aspiring and hopeful future magician would rather do anything else, she obeyed as she felt an odd paper substance make contact with her rump. Then she saw the used rolls of it be discarded into the toilet. Obviously, she was supposed to use whatever that stuff was when she was done. “And now, watch as I, the Great and Powerful Jackpot, make it all disappear!” Jackpot dramatically declared to his audience of one! “Keep your eye on the toilet!” Her daughter obeyed without hesitation, her eyes fixating specifically on the water below her.

Suddenly, Trixie heard a mighty roar, and the waters below her started spinning and swirling rapidly! She watched as they pulled up everything floating along with it the paper substance and was sucked down through the hole. After a few seconds, the water swirled down the hole and disappeared! And then the water came back, but the paper didn’t! “Thank you! Thank you!” Jackpot took a bow for his imaginary audience before turning to Trixie. “And that’s how you perform the greatest magic trick of all, making your number one and number two disappear. All that’s left is to wash your hooves.”

However, Trixie was puzzled by something. There was a part of this new “trick” that she didn’t quite grasp. And whenever she was stumped on something magical she knew there was only one pony that she could turn to to help her figure it out: Her dad. “How Dada do it?” She questioned.

“Do what, Trixie?” Jackpot inquired in an unsuspecting tone.

“How Dada make everything in toilet disappear?” Trixie asked and then shot him the best pair of pleeding, puppy dog eyes possible. “Dada show Trixie! Trixie wanna learn!”

Hesitating, her father agreed. “I don’t see why not. There’s no harm in you knowing.” Jackpot said, somewhat surprised. “Do you remember that loud noise that you just heard?” After his daughter nodded her head, he gestured a hoof to an oddly colored tile. “If you press down this pedal, the noise will make the toilet flush.”

“Flush?” Trixie blinked.

Jackpot nodded his head. “That’s right!” He explained. “It will never back up. I recently cast a spell on it to make it strong enough to make whatever’s in it disappear. It’s just like a magic trick.”

“So, Trixie press it, and flush make everything in toilet disappear?” Trixie asked, beginning to put two and two together.

Her father again nodded. “Correct! You’re a smart little filly. Someday you’ll be even more of a great and powerful magician than your father. But for now, we need to get those hooves washed. Come on, you’ve seen everything you need to see. And I’ve taught you everything you need to know. You repeat the performance step by step whenever you have to go again.” But, unknown to the stallion, he had just given his daughter a chance to play a trick on him! Jackpot was heading for trouble!





Trixie started thinking about the trick again. Where did everything that was flushed disappear to? It had to go somewhere since it didn’t come back up in the toilet. There was no way it just made everything disappear without a trace. Suddenly an idea popped into her mind, a very naughty idea in fact! She could’ve just asked her father, but the little filly was feeling kind of emboldened by her father’s praise. If she was truly going to be as great and powerful as her dad, she would need to figure out everything about this “trick” for herself. And that included where everything disappeared to.

So instead of obeying her father’s wishes, Trixie not so subtly went over to the pedal. “Time to find out where it all goes!” She thought to herself, as she quickly pressed the pedal down!

The toilet began flushing again! It was now or never! Trixie jumped down into the toilet and splashed into the waters which started swirling around and around! She couldn’t back out now even if she wanted to and she didn’t. She spun faster and faster, and the waters started to pull her towards the hole at the bottom!

Upon hearing the toilet flushing again plus a loud splash, Jackpot turned his attention over to it. “OH NO!” The stallion gasped at the top of his lungs! There was Trixie spinning around and around in the toilet! Realizing that his daughter was playing a trick on him, he rushed over to the toilet as fast as he could! But it was too late! “TRIXIE!” He exclaimed watching as Trixie was sucked through the hole! After a few seconds, the water rapidly swirl down the drain and disappeared! Then it returned, refilling the toilet. But there was no sign of his daughter anywhere! Trixie really did make herself disappear! And he knew where his daughter was likely to end up.

Sighing and realizing what fate awaited him, Jackpot took a deep breath and held his nose as he prepared to teleport! “Hold on, Trixie! Daddy’s coming!” He thought to himself, vanishing as soon as his horn had lit up fully!

A moment later, Trixie and her father both reappeared in the bathroom, both considerably wet and smelly and Jackpot holding his daughter away from him with his magic. He set to work on preparing a bath for the two of them. “Trixie!” He sternly declared as he glared at his daughter. “Don’t EVER do that again! You scared your old stallion half to death!”

Trixie whimpered and shrank in her father’s gaze. She hadn’t meant to make him worry so much. “Trixie no mean for Dada to get upset. Trixie just want to know where toilet make everything disappear to.”

Jackpot simply sighed as the waters in the tub began to heat up. “Well, now you know. Where it disappears to is a place that nopony is ever meant to be in. It’s damp, dark and smelly.”

“Trixie understands. Trixie no make herself disappear with toilet again.” Trixie promised.

“Good,” The stallion sighed again as he turned off the tap and gently floated his daughter into the tub before stepping in himself. “Because now we’re both going to have to be scrubbed clean.” In his mind he was thinking to himself. "I sure hope this isn’t why my wife left me. I didn’t think I was that bad with foals.”
> Flurry's Potty Pals (Flurry Heart)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flurry Heart’s parents had found themselves in a bit of a predicament regarding a very crucial step in her development. That is to say, they were absolutely clueless about how to potty train the young princess. The problem wasn’t so much that they didn’t know how to describe the process to her, both had been down that bumpy road before (multiple times in Cadence’s case). No, the problem was Flurry’s raw magical abilities and talent. As they had learned the hard way, trying to tell and teach their daughter to give up diapers and do all her business in a plastic bowl did not end smoothly.

They probably would’ve given up and held off for months or even a year if not for the intervention of Twilight, who had the “fortune” of discovering that her favorite niece was lagging behind her peers in a very crucial stage of foal development upon a visit to the Crystal Empire. “She has to learn how to use the potty sooner or later,” She’d told the parents. “Every book I’ve ever read on foalcare and development states that the significance of potty training cannot be understated. She has to graduate from diapers whether she wants to or not!”

So it was that the exhausted parents tasked Twilight with succeeding where they had so far failed. It helped that a trip to Ponyville for a couple of days would once again allow them to get away from the high demands of royalty that were placed upon them. Though they were understandably concerned about Twilight’s approach and methods. Hopefully she wouldn’t push too hard too fast, the last thing anyone wanted was for Flurry to grow to hate the whole experience.

Now, Flurry loved her Auntie Twily more than any of her other aunts. Auntie Twily was the pony she enjoyed being foalsat by the most after her parents. But she still didn’t exactly wanna cooperate on potty training. She loved her diapers! They were so comfy, and it wasn’t like she had to stop doing what she was doing when she had to go. If she gave them up she would lose that freedom. And thus she resisted all of her aunt’s attempts to get her to use her potty.

A rather frazzled Twilight grew more and more frustrated as she chased her still diapered niece around the castle. “Flurry, come on! I know you like your diapers, but you have to start using the potty!” She pleaded while trying to keep up with her niece. “Don’t you wanna be like your Auntie Twily and be a big pony? Big ponies use the potty.”

Flurry just giggled and stuck out her tongue. She loved making others chase after her, to her it was a game. She always loved seeing how long she could make them keep chasing her without them getting tired. And she knew her Auntie Twily could chase her for what felt like hours. But Twilight was one step ahead of the foal, teleporting in front of her and quickly enveloping her within the hold of her magic. “Phew, finally!” She sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from her brows. “Now, let’s adjourn to the bathroom and then we can…” But her sentence was cut off as she happened to sniff the air at that very moment. “No! She didn’t!” The young alicorn thought to herself.

Flurry Heart did feel kind of bad for making her Auntie Twily look so unhappy. Not enough to make her actually consider using the potty, mind you. But bad enough to lose any will to resist as she had her dirty diaper changed.

“That’s the fifth one today,” Twilight unhappily remarked to herself as she tossed the old diaper into the trash. “I didn’t think it would be this hard to get you potty trained, Flurry,” And she sat down in her throne in the throne room, still holding her niece close by with her magic. She put a hoof to her forehead and groaned. “I think I’m starting to see why your parents were so hesitant about this. I’m sure someday this will all be a fond memory we’ll look back on and laugh about, but for right now it’s giving me a headache.” The young heir to the crystal throne fluttered her tiny wings and flew over to her aunt, hugging her as if to say she was sorry. 

Twilight sighed. “I’m sure you don’t mean to be a hoofful. And I can’t stay mad at you. But your attempts to cute your way out of this aren’t going to work,” Raising from her throne ever so slowly she declared. “Maybe my approach isn’t the right way to do it. Lucky, I know somepony who has plenty of recent experience with what you’re going through. Besides, I could use a pick me up.”





The two alicorns made their way to Sugarcube Corner.

Just like with Flurry’s last visit Pinkie Pie was currently managing the counter. “Heya, Twilight!” She cheerfully greeted her alicorn friend, fondly waving a hoof. “Wowie, you look beat!”

“Don’t I know it?” Twilight groaned anew. “I’ve been trying to get Flurry Heart to use her potty all day long, but she just doesn’t wanna listen. I’ve already gone through five diapers, maybe even more. And nothing I try seems to work.”

Pinkie grinned. “Oh, so you’ve got a little potty rebel on your hooves, is that it?”

“Potty rebel? Is that what they call a pony who refuses to potty train?” Twilight asked. “ I’ve never heard that phrase until now.”

Pinkie smiled as she rose from the counter and bounced over. “Well, that’s what a lot of ponies call it,” She said and then turned to Flurry Heart. “You got the potty training blues, huh? You don’t wanna give up your diapers for your new potty chair, is that right?” Flurry Heart babbled, giggled and cooed. But Pinkie seemed to get the message.

“You helped Mr. and Mrs. Cake potty train the twins, right?” Twilight asked her party planning friend as she suddenly remembered that little detail from not too long ago (how long had it been? A year? Maybe a year and a half?).

The party pony flashed a bright smile. “Yesarooni positooni! And lucky for you, I’ve still got the touch! If my methods could work for Pound and Pumpkin Cake, they’ll definitely work for this little trouble maker.”

“You think you can get her to give up her diapers?” Twilight hopefully asked. She didn’t even care that her friend would be succeeding where she had failed. Right now all that mattered was that Flurry finally graduated from the padded undergarments she’d worn for far longer than she should’ve.

“Trust me, my methods might be ‘out there’ for some ponies, but just ask the twins and they'll tell you how great they are!” Pinkie boasted! “And since you’re here this’ll be even better, because she’ll have two examples instead of just one!”

At that Twilight blinked. “What do you need me for?”

“Relax, everything will work out just fine,” Pinkie said as she pulled Twilight close. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do.”





A short time later, Flurry Heart was brought into the bathroom that the twins often frequented (as it was not far from their nursery), Twilight carrying the training potty with her magic. “You sure this is gonna work, Pinkie?” She asked her friend.

“Totally!” Pinkie nodded her head. “Just do as I say and soon you’ll marvel at how easy it all was. Now, where’s the little one?”

Twilight used her magic to set the training potty on the bathroom floor, and floated Flurry Heart forward and set her down as well. “She’s right here,” She promptly lit up her horn and again used her magic, this time to close the bathroom door. “Just for good measure.” At this point, the young alicorn wasn’t taking any chances. Even if her niece could probably just teleport out of the bathroom, locking the door at least rendered one escape option impossible and drastically reduced the possibility of a runaway. Twilight was pretty good at tracking down Flurry’s location when she did teleport.

“Okie dokie, we’re all set!” Pinkie grinned. “I’ll go first! Watch a pro in action!” She trotted over to Flurry Heart and lowered herself to be eye to eye with the diaper wearing princess. “Hey there, Flurry Heart! Your Auntie Pinkie Pie is here to teach you all about the potty. And she’s brought your Auntie Twily along for good measure. So, are you ready to see how learning about the potty can be fun and easy?”

Flurry babbled, cooed and clapped her hooves. It seemed she was ready to learn, which was a promising first sign for Twilight since she had never been able to generate that kind of level of enthusiasm in any of her approaches.

“Right then, let’s begin,” Pinkie declared in her best instructor tone possible. “We’ll start by taking off your diaper. You’re not gonna need it anymore if you’re going to use the potty.” She was able to slip the diaper off the foal, largely because the foal’s eyes were drawn to something that was sticking out of one of the bathroom cupboards. Though neither grown-up suspected it yet, the gears in the little princess’ brain were starting to turn. The pink party pony set the diaper down with ease and then gently ushered Flurry close to her potty. “Now, I want you to pay close attention to what your Auntie Twily does,” She instructed to Flurry. “She’s going to use the potty too. Except she’ll be using the grown-up potty, which we call the toilet.”

“What? Pinkie!” Twilight protested with a blush!

But Pinkie just nudged her friend close to the toilet. “You’re going to be Flurry Heart’s first potty pal! When she goes, you go. It’s as simple as that. After all, foals always want to be like those they look up to.”

“But I don’t…” Twilight began only to be silenced.

“Trust me, it’s all part of the experience! We take turns every time Flurry sits on her potty,” The party pony explained in as plain a tone as possible. “Just sitting on the toilet is enough, she’ll get the idea,” And then she turned back to Flurry Heart, watching as the foal was sitting down on her potty chair. “See? Just play along.”

So a rather embarrassed Twilight reluctantly sat on the toilet just as her niece was sitting on her potty. “Now you both just sit there until your Auntie Pinkie Pie says you can get up,” Pinkie cooed in an exaggerated tone of voice. “I’m thinking five minutes should be good for a first time.”





However, Flurry hadn’t been sitting for more than ten seconds when she got a rather mischievous idea. Lighting up her horn, she concentrated on the mysterious package she’d seen in the cupboard earlier. With a great deal of straining she was able to pull it out of its hiding place.

It was a package of Silly Filly nighttime brand diapers, which meant they were noticeably thicker than the usual brand. Pinkie blinked as she recognized the opened package. “Hey! Those are from the twins’ emergency nighttime stash! Those aren’t for you, Flurry Heart!” She protested with a glare and a growl. “Put them back, you diaper thief!”

But Flurry Heart just babbled something as her horn lit up and she floated a diaper out of the package. Soon she was holding it aloft with the soft glow of her horn. Twilight rose from the toilet at that very moment. “Flurry Heart, that’s quite enough!”

“Twilight, you’re not supposed to get up yet!” Pinkie protested. “It hasn’t been five minutes! You’re going to ruin the whole process!” She focused so much on this that she didn’t notice Flurry levitating the diaper preciously close to her hind quarters.

Twilight tried to intervene to stop what was coming! “Flurry, those diapers don’t belong on Pinkie Pie! You stop this right this instant, young filly!” She assertively declared. “Put those diapers back where you found them, and sit down on your potty, or you’ll get a time out!” Flurry’s only response was to light up her horn further and envelope a new diaper, all the while she was not so secretly putting the current one on Pinkie’s rump.

“I think she’s taking the whole ‘potty pals’ idea a little too far,” Pinkie ominously realized, struggling to try and get the rather thick diaper off of her. It felt like it was glued on for some reason. “Twilight, you’ve gotta stop her!”

Flurry, for her part, was just giggling and babbling the whole time. She then flew up, still holding the diaper she clearly intended to be for her other potty pal in her magic. Twilight tried to out maneuver her niece and put an end to this act of juvenile defiance, but unfortunately the bathroom was not exactly an ideal place to try and do so. Because the young alicorn focused so much on stopping Flurry, she failed to notice that she was on a collision course with the very same cupboard that the diapers had come from earlier. Even though she halted her flight, it was too late to stop her from bumping into it and hitting her head. 

This momentary stun gave Flurry the chance she needed to slip a diaper onto her Auntie Twily in just as clumsily a fashion as she had with her Auntie Pinkie Pie. Like with Pinkie, Twilight found that it wouldn't come off. Somehow, Flurry’s magic had left it unable to be removed except by her. Twilight sighed as she slowly flew down, adjusting to the weight of the thick nighttime diaper strapped around her rump. “Well, Pinkie, I hate to admit but I think we’ve just been outsmarted by a two year old.” Flurry Heart simply smiled the same way she had when she had tried to help the Cake Twins on her first playdate with them. She’d take the diapers off the “grown-ups” later. But right now she wanted to have some fun with them.





Cadence and Shining Armor had no idea of what lay in store for them when they came to pick up Flurry Heart later that day, even after they discovered a note in Twilight’s castle informing them to go to Sugarcube Corner since she was “Taking Flurry Heart to visit her Auntie Pinkie Pie”.

“I hope Twilight didn’t run herself too ragged trying to potty train Flurry Heart,” Cadence nervously said to her husband as they trotted over to the bakery. “I think maybe we’re trying to rush into it too fast, even Sunburst says it’s not uncommon for most foals to still be in diapers by the time they’re three.”

Shining Armor shook his head. “Cadence, you know we have to set boundaries now if we don’t want Flurry Heart to grow up having us wrapped around her little hoof. Besides, Twilight will be just fine. She’s good with foals, and she’s well read.”

Cadence commented in response. “Still, I just don’t want her to push our daughter too hard. I know you had your… ‘issues’ with potty training, and Twilight took them as motivation to do better than you. But I don’t know if that’s the kind of approach we should be considering for Flurry.”

Shining just remarked. “As long as Flurry’s not crying and screaming for her diapers when we take her home, I think we’ll be okay,” And then he giggled. “It sure would be something if Twilight got her fully trained in one day. But that would be impossible, even for her. She may be good, but she’s not that good.” They entered through the front door of Sugarcube Corner a short time later, and what they saw was shocking to say the least!

Flurry Heart was still in her diapers, though the current one looked like it had been kind of sloppily put on. And close behind her in rather clumsy waddles were Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie, both wearing thick nighttime diapers that clearly didn’t fit them. And both of them looked exhausted and frazzled, whereas Flurry seemed to have not tired out at all. Cadence and Shining stared for a moment, blinking and rubbing their eyes to be sure they weren’t imagining things before breaking out into fits of laughter that echoed through the ground floor.

“Boy, doesn’t this bring back memories?” Cadence commented.

Shining nodded as he wiped a tear from his eyes. “Yup. It’s just like Twily’s potty training days. Boy, were those something.”

Twilight eeped as she tried to block the padding from view! “Oh, y-you’re back! Goodness, where has the time gone?” She frantically exclaimed, hoping to maybe change the subject before it got to what was on her rump.

“Yeah, time sure does fly when you’re having fun, eh, Twily?” Shining teased.

Pinkie immediately burst out in protest! “It’s not what you think! We were trying to be Flurry Heart’s potty pals, but she ended up getting into the twins’ emergency nighttime diapers stash. We’ve tried everything, but it seems only she can take these diapers off.” Flurry Heart giggled as she fluttered towards her parents, her diaper nearly flying right off her in the process.

“The good news is, we were able to ‘adjust’ Pinkie’s potty pals strategy and it seemed to work,” Twilight explained to the parents. “She managed to do two pee-pees and one poo-poo. And she only had one accident. But we thought she could learn how to change herself since she knew how to put diapers on us.”

Pinkie just sighed. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming. Flurry Heart is way more chaotic than the twins. I swear, it’s like you fused the two of them into one pony.”

Cadence simply smiled as she embraced her daughter in her hooves. “Oh, that’s just precious. Seems you’ve had quite a day, haven’t you, my little angel?” Flurry babbled and cooed in delight, nuzzling into her mom’s embrace.

A frazzled Twilight, meanwhile, levitated over the training potty. “I just cleaned it out not that long ago. She actually had the least troubles out of all of us when it came to using the bathroom,” She explained in an embarrassed tone. “Asking the foal you’re supposed to be potty training for help is an experience I’ll never forget.”

“Speaking of which,” The princess of love spoke up as she eyed the two grown ponies in diapers. “Would you like some assistance getting out of those diapers? I can’t imagine they’re very comfortable.”

Shining teased anew. “Yeah! If you two are gonna be Flurry Heart’s potty pals again, you’re gonna need to get diapers that actually fit you!” And he, his wife, and his daughter all collectively giggled together. Even Twilight and Pinkie laughed, because it was really all they could do in such a situation. They could only hope that it would become a distant memory within time.

“Well, I guess maybe we could keep it up,” Pinkie commented after the laughter had died down. “At least for as long as it takes to get Flurry Heart here fully trained.”

“And if we stick to my carefully thought out and detailed plan, it should hopefully be about within half a year or so!” Twilight boasted. “Of course… there is the possibility of a few ‘bumps’ in the road.”

 “We’ll see,” Cadence commented. “But for right now, I think you’ve both been Flurry’s potty pals for long enough today. And I think you’ve both more than proved you’re ready to graduate. So, who would like to be first to have their diaper removed?”





“Aren’t you forgetting something first, dear?” Shining not so secretly ribbed his wife.

Cadence blinked for a moment. “Huh, what do you mean-” Then it dawned on her as to what her husband was implying! “Oh, yes! How could I forget about this?”

Twilight just sighed, she had a good idea of what would come next. “Cadence, do we really need to be doing this?” She pleaded with her sister-in-law.

Cadence just winked. “Relax, it’ll only be one picture for the family album. No way am I gonna let this go to waste.”

Shining grinned. “Good thing we thought to bring a camera. Didn’t expect to be using it for this though,” He used his magic to place it in his wife’s hooves. “Okay, everypony. Say cheese!”

Twilight used her magic to reluctantly pull Pinkie and Flurry close to her, their diapers crinkling all at once as she did so. She forced her a smile onto her face while Pinkie and Flurry seemed to opt for natural smiles, and all three collectively said “Cheese!” (except for Flurry, who just babbled it).

The princess of love winked and cooed. “Great! Now we’ll all have something to remember this moment by!”

“Just hope it’s not going to come out during family reunions.” Twilight thought to herself.

Even Pinkie Pie seemed a little bit embarrassed by the whole thing. “Not that this hasn’t been fun, but can we please get changed out of these diapers now? I’d rather not have to explain this to the Cakes when they get back.”

Shining nodded his head. “Well, since you cooperated and asked nicely, of course,” He turned to his wife. “Do you wanna take Twily, or should I? I know it’s been a long time since either of us have really had to change her diaper.” It was hard not to notice the raging blush forming on his little sister’s cheeks.

Cadence was quick to declare. “Well, you always act like more of a big kid at heart. Besides, you and Twilight had that sibling supreme squabble a while back. I haven’t had any quality time with her for a lot longer.”

“Okay,” Shining nodded in agreement. “Come on, Pinkie. You come with me. And bring Flurry Heart with you.”

So the two padded friends were led away to finally have their thick diapers removed. Suffice it to say that today had been an experience they wouldn’t soon forget. However, when Cadence “changed” Twilight a short time later, she ended up slipping on another diaper for her fellow alicorn. “Don’t worry, this’ll only be until I can see for myself that Pinkie’s potty pals method works,” She said with a grin. “I can cast a spell to cover up the diaper if you go out in public, no one would ever know but us.”

Twilight sighed. “Do I really have to? I thought I had everything under control despite my earlier setbacks.”

The princess of love just chuckled. “I have a feeling Shining Armor’s already doing the same thing with Pinkie Pie. We’re not going back to the Crystal Empire just yet. You did say to give you a few days for your crash course after all.”
> Gaming the Training (Button Mash)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Love Tap (also known as Minuette Mash), groaned softly to herself. The indie game designer sighed as she bent down, a dampened forest green washcloth held between her hoof and the floor. For almost a year after she had noticed the telltale signs of readiness, she had thought that maybe, just maybe, she could get her now four year old colt to trot on through the trials and tribulations of potty training and graduate into using the toilet. At first it had seemed promising, with Button using the potty fairly regularly, albeit with the occasional nudge or suggestion from his mother.

However, as he got a bit older (after his third birthday in fact), Button had become more and more opinionated, and less likely to use the potty. Sometimes he’d hide away whenever he pooped his diaper, leaving Love to go on a smelly game of hide and seek for her child. Currently, as he had run out of diapers, she had thought him going bare bottomed would help encourage him to use the potty again.

But she had found herself wrong on that too. Now here she was, cleaning up a puddle he had piddled out right as he went to, funnily enough, get a juice box from the fridge. 

“There, all clean, finally,” Love Tap mumbled, drying up the wet spot. Stretching, the mother of one swiftly tossed the warm and soaked cloth into the hamper nearby. “There has to be something to get Button to use the potty more, but what?” The mother mused, before her mind rewinded to the past two weeks where her son had been, like herself, utterly enraptured by advertisements for an upcoming game. It was a Neighponese Roleplaying Game by the name of Trails in the Sky and was about a brother-sister pair of pegasi mercenaries. A proverbial lightbulb sparked to life in Love’s imagination as a small, scheming smile graced her muzzle. “That could do it.” She smiled, a plan forming to hopefully, get her son motivated to finally start using the potty. 

First grabbing her wallet, and counting out that she had enough bits to enact her master potty training plan, Love Tap hurriedly went to call on Rarity, asking the up and coming fashionista if she’d be alright with foalsitting her son, particularly if her little sister Sweetie Belle was up for a playdate. 

Once the maternal mare had gotten the confirmation, and the alabaster unicorn duo arrived, she hugged her son goodbye, and said she’d be back after she ran some errands. That done with, she trotted out the door to the local GameStable just a few blocks from her home with hope in her heart, and a song on her lips.





After two hours of not only purchasing two copies of Trails for herself and her son, but also some essentials: groceries, toilet paper, and the like, Love Tap finally returned home. She found Sweetie Belle and her little Button Mash chatting in their foalishly often lisped equish, while engaged in a session of StableCraft. Sweetie Belle and Button were clad both in colorful training pants. “Hey you three, I’m home!” Love Tap called out.

Immediately, her son’s head whipped around and an ear-to-ear grin bloomed onto his face. “Mommy!” The precocious little colt squealed in delight, galloping over like his mother like his rump had been set ablaze. He glomped her, grinning brightly. “I missed you!” He kissed her all over as if he hadn’t seen her in ages.

Love giggled, having thankfully set down her purchases before her son had pounced on her. “I missed you too, honey,” She cooed, finally managing to scoot her colt off of her, patting his little propeller beanie wearing head. “Guess what, sweetie?” She asked, crouching a bit so she was eye level with her beloved little gamer. 

“What?” Button asked while bouncing excitedly. He always loved whenever his mom asked him that, as it almost always meant a pleasant surprise was in store. A surprise like some extra candy she had snagged while working her job at the local confectionary: Sunny Skies’ Sweet Shack, or a bonus to his allowance for helping out more around the home or neighborhood.

“Ah, ah, ah, close your eyes first, dear,” Love Tap admonished, waving a hoof. Button pouted, but eventually shut his eyes, a small smile gracing his features. Humming a little ditty to herself, the motherly mare reached behind her, into the off-white GameStable bag, rummaging around in it for her son’s game copy. Soon, she retrieved the bribe to be and swiftly pulled it out, placing it just out of Button’s reach. “Alright, you can open them!” 

Button did just that, and let out a high pitched fusion of a mouse’s squeak and a gasp! The colt did a flip in surprise, swinging his forelegs before he came to rest on his padded tush. Love was sure the colt would have likely peed, or worse, his training pants in surprise. But a quick sniff of the air and the lack of any distinct tooting or liquid hitting plastic assuaged her worry. 

The lad sputtered a bit, his jaw dropped low. “I-is dat Trails of the Sky?” hHs eyes were wide, and a wide grin was now forming. He began to do a little jig in his excitement, one hoof reaching for his new game, which was pulled back up a bit by his mom.

“Sorry squirt, you can’t have it just yet,” Minuette said, gently setting the game case back in the bag. “But how about we cut a deal. You start using the potty more often, and if you’re good, I’ll let you play this, OK?” She smiled warmly, fixing his mane.

Button began to rub his chin with a hoof, clicking his tongue. The young lad was, for a four year old, deep in thought. Eventually he sighed, and gazed up at her, “Alright, Mommy, I’ll try.” He hugged her tightly. And then he scampered off to play with Sweetie once more.





A few hours later, it was getting late. Sweetie and Rarity had left, bidding the mother and son farewell. Love Tap was busy preparing dinner, fixing up some Kirinese Vegetable and Root stew. She had wanted to make pho, but she could only find meat recipes. While ponies could eat meat, it would often give them a case of the trots. She set the stew to simmer, placing the lid on the pot. 

As she turned around to go check up on some other house chores, she heard the telltale sign of the bathroom door swiftly opening. Chuckling, she grabbed Button’s copy of Trails in the Sky, soon finding her colt atop his training potty, the sound of plopping being heard. “I used the potty, Mommy! Now I a big pony like Sweetie Belle!” He called out, eying his game quite hungrily. 

“Oh, alright. A deal’s a deal.” Love washed him up, and then hoofed her son the game. It may have taken some bribery, but soon her colt would be using the potty like a pro. And there would be no more diapers to change or puddles to clean up.
> Magic in Manehattan (Cheese Sandwich)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

There were disadvantages to growing up in a big and bustling city like Manehattan, at least as far as Cheese Sandwich was concerned. He was an only child. And while that meant he got all the love and attention his parents could give to him, when they were always so busy with their jobs that didn’t mean a whole lot. It was only made worse by the fact that Cheese was so shy. He didn’t really know any foals his age, or any foals period for that matter. The few times he would try to talk to them would always end with him being defined as “the weird little colt” because of something he did. So Cheese started looking inward for friends and for security. He had a lot of stuffed animal friends to be sure, ones he always slept with for security. But he also had other friends, friends that wouldn’t think he was weird and would always be there for him. He started to consider inanimate, everyday objects his friends. Chief among them were his diapers.

Now you would think that with that in mind, when the time came for Cheese to enter potty training he would be all for it, not wanting to go in his diapers and thus “hurt” his “friends”. That’s what his parents hoped for and were so sure of this that they even bought pull-ups in anticipation of graduating their only son to them.

But Cheese viewed the whole idea of potty training and of giving up his diapers as the equivalent to having to give up his friends. To him, diapers offered him security and peace, a chance for him to be himself. Potty training would make the colt more like everypony else and would take away the friends with whom he felt closest. So he made no real effort to try to use the potty: Either the admittedly colorful plastic bowl his parents had bought him, or that big white throne that grown-ups used.

So weeks went by, then months. Soon, Cheese was turning three and he was no closer to getting out of diapers than he had been the day he’d turned two. His parents started to worry. They feared that if they didn’t think of something soon their son might never get out of diapers. That he would either go to kindergarten still wearing them, or would have to be homeschooled when no kindergarten or higher education would take him because of what he wore. And try as they might to explain to their son how that was wrong, he didn’t seem to quite grasp it.

However, that all changed one day when, out of the blue, a mysterious plump earth pony mare appeared at the front door of the Sandwich household. The mare sported a coat of baby blue and eyes the same bright orange as the sky at sunset, her mane and tail were orange too and were done up in a rather lovely bun, and her cutie mark was a red saddlebag that was loaded with foal supplies (kind of like what she had strapped over her shoulder). Strangely enough, this mare wore a cowl that covered up her tail, and the cowl was white with red polka dots. “Zis is ze home of Cheese Sandwich, correct?” She asked.

For a moment, the two parents were speechless. It was Mr. Sandwich who found the courage to speak first. “Who are you?”

The mare bowed her head. “My name iz Nanny De’Foal, foalzitter for hire.”

“But we didn’t put out any requests for either a nanny or a foalsitter.” Mrs. Sandwich replied to the strange nanny.

Nanny De’Foal simply chuckled as she threw back her head. “Do not vorry, you didn’t need to. I simply go verever I am needed. And my sources tell me zat you have a son who needs help vith his potty training, iz zat correct?”

Mr. Sandwich blinked and slowly nodded. “Y-yes,” He exchanged a nervous glance with his wife. “He’s been having a very hard time with it. Largely because he treats his diapers like his friends and doesn’t want to be without them.”

“Does he not have any friendz hiz age?” Nanny De’Foal questioned the parents.

Mrs. Sandwich unhappily confessed. “No, I’m afraid he doesn’t. We tried to get him to socialize with other ponies and it just never worked. Everypony says he’s weird.”

At that Nanny De Foal smiled. “Zat vill not be a problem. I am a mazter at handling foals zat are ‘weird’. I know how to make even things like potty training zeem fun and amazing!”

“So, you’ll do it then?” Mr. Sandwich asked the nanny.

Nanny De’Foal nodded her head. “And we can discuss your payment at a later date. I’m sure you vill find the charges for my services to be quite agreeable.” And she began to prepare a plan for her latest charge.





The next morning, Cheese Sandwich woke up in his crib. Yawning and stretching, he sat up with a light squish. He was used to waking up a little wet. “Nothing to worry about, Mommy or Daddy will change me soon.” He thought to himself.

But instead of his parents, the little colt suddenly found himself being lifted out of his crib by a rather strange looking plump earth pony that he had never seen before.

“Hello Cheese Sandwich!” The mare happily declared. “It is I, Nanny De’Foal!” 

“Nana?” Cheese blinked as the mare held him close to her chest, allowing him to look up into her bright orange eyes.

De’Foal replied with a smile brighter than any Cheese had ever seen before. “Why yes, zat’s me. I’ve come to help teach you about ze potty, as I hear you’ve not been making much progress vith using it.”

“I don't wanna use potty!” The little earth pony protested. “Don’t wanna give up my diapers! Diapers make me safe!”

“Have you ever asked zem what they think? I am zure your diapers would think otherwise.” Nanny De’Foal simply retorted as she reached into her saddle bag, pulling out what looked like foal powder. The plump mare promptly sprinkled it all over Cheese Sandwich and his soggy diaper.

Suddenly, a voice Cheese had never heard before started speaking up. “Hey, Cheese Sandwich. You gotta ease off on the bottles before bed!” To the surprise of the little colt he discovered that the voice was coming directly from his diaper.

“Y-you talk?” He said to the sentient undergarment.

“I can now, kiddo. And so can the rest of my brothers, sisters and cousins.” The soggy diaper replied happily. “And it’s all thanks to your magical friend over there.”

Nanny De’Foal seemed to blush. “Oh, now Mr. Diaper, it’s nothing.”

Cheese was filled with wonder and amazement! “You make diapers talk?” Nanny De’Foal nodded as he asked. “But how?”

Nanny De’Foal answered. “I have my ways. I am quite magical,” Then she turned to the colt still in the soggy diaper. “But right now, ve need to get you to the bathroom. For it iz time for you to ztart taking your potty training seriously. Besides, zere is one more new friend you need to meet.”

“But I'm already wet.” Cheese protested. He wasn’t afraid of the bathroom, he just really didn’t see why he needed to be in it.

“Zo, you may still have to go vether you know it or not,” Nanny De’Foal replied to him. “I’ve known many little ones who think zey know what their body tells them even if they don’t. There is one exception, though. A rock farm filly not much older than you. Perhaps I shall introduce you to her someday ven you both are potty trained.”





Nanny De Foal carried her charge to the bathroom and stripped him of his wet diaper. Before the diaper was tossed into the trash it said to Cheese. “Say hi to Mr. Potty. He’s a good friend of mine.”

“Who Mr. Potty?” Cheese asked in confusion, before he was lifted up by De’Foal and then set back down on the toilet seat.

Some of the magic from the “foal powder” that had brought the diaper to life did the same with the toilet. “Hello, Cheese Sandwich,” The toilet greeted. “I’m Mr. Potty. Nice to finally meet you.”

Cheese Sandwich was filled with a sense of wonder at this! “Y-you alive too?”

The toilet gave a rather odd smile as it confirmed. “Yes. Thanks to the incredible powers of Nanny De Foal. For she too wants to be your friend, just like I do.”

“Now, Mr. Potty,” Nanny De’Foal instructed. “Please tell Cheese Sandwich what he has to do to befriend you.”

But the little colt already had an idea of what was expected of him. His parents had told him the basics of potty training almost a year ago. “I'm just supposed to use you instead of diapers, right, Mr. Potty?”

The toilet happily replied. “Correct! You’re so smart, Cheese! Now go ahead and relax. And don’t worry, I won’t eat you. I would never eat anypony who wanted to be my friend.” That reassurance alongside Nanny De’Foal's encouragement was enough to make Cheese decide to at least try and use the toilet. Nanny De’Foal turn away to give him some privacy.

It took a while, but Cheese Sandwich soon heard a series of splashes coming from underneath him. “You did it, Cheese!” He then heard Nanny De’Foal’s voice. “You vent in the potty!”

“I did?” He blinked before looking down into the bowl. What he saw made him smile. “I did!” He cheered, leaping into the air!

Nanny De Foal waited for him to come back down, then wiped his flanks clean with a couple rolls of toilet paper. After tossing them into the toilet bowl, she turned to the little earth pony. “And now comes ze best part!” She said while picking Cheese up. “You get to feed Mr. Potty!”   

“How I do that?” Cheese asked as got close to an odd, handle shaped device.

The toilet smiled. “Just pull down my handle to feed me.” It told him.

“Go ahead,” Nanny De’Foal encouraged to the little colt. “Give zat handle a pull and zee vat happens. You’ll be amazed!” 

Slowly, Cheese reached out a hoof until he felt it touching the handle, and after pausing for a second he pressed it down. Suddenly, there was a loud roaring sound! Looking down into the bowl, the little earth pony’s eyes widen almost instantly! He could see the water spinning and swirling rapidly around. Then it became a dizzying whirlpool which began to pull everything floating in it over towards a hole at the bottom of the bowl. 

“WOOOAH!” Cheese Sandwich said in amazement as he watched as one by one everything was sucked down through the hole, making the water crystal clear!  After a few seconds, it swirled down the drain and disappeared! Then as if by magic, the water returned moments later. “WOW!” The little colt cheered.

“Thank you for feeding me, Cheese Sandwich,” The toilet said with a smile. “And for being my friend.”

Cheese smiled back. “Your welcome, Mr. Potty” Then he turned his head over to Nanny De’Foal. “And I promise to take my potty training seriously from now on.” 

This made the mare smile.





From that day forward, Cheese Sandwich started using the potty his parents had bought him when they went out. He could only use the toilet when he was at home. He especially started to delight in the flush whenever he was done, watching everything disappear as if it was a magic trick.

Yet it was just as the little colt started to be filled with joy in his life, and had a friend who was a pony that didn’t think he was weird, that it all seemed to come to an abrupt end. All he knew for sure was that one morning he woke up, and Nanny De’Foal had gone away, as if she had never existed in the first place.

Cheese wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to believe with all his might that he hadn’t imagined this magical nanny that had been a source of laughter and friendship in his early years. But when no one else seemed to ever even heard of her, he started to believe and even accept that he’d just imagined her. That his strange and weird nature had made up somepony, or that he had substituted a random figure in place of his parents. Especially since nopony had ever heard of diapers or toilets that came to life, even through magic.

Well, regardless of how he had achieved it, the little colt knew that his potty training had been an unusual and interesting experience. And years later he would again try to seek out that unusual sense of happiness and longing that he’d briefly known before. It was part of what would lead him to leave Manehattan and strike out on his own. And although he wouldn’t quite find the same as what he had before, he did find something equally as good: A purpose in life!

He would even go on to dedicate a special song about his magical nanny, though when asked for the story behind it Cheese Sandwich would change some details so as to avoid ponies thinking he was crazy (well, crazier).
> No Pain, No Drain (Lightning Dust)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The colorful and peaceful land of Equestria was far from all rainbows and butterflies. There were those who even in times of peace seemed to enjoy living life on the edge and to the extreme. This was particularly true in a suburban town outside of Manehattan. Not even having a foal had slowed one couple down from their love and desire of extreme experiences, and this love of the extreme was fast working its way into their daughter’s mind.

“Foals cramp the style, DD,” A pegasus stallion clad in a faux-leather jacket bluntly stated. “Can’t you find some happy homemaker to watch her while you and I go at it? It wouldn’t be fair if I beat you because the little rugrat was slowing you down.”

Diamond Dust, a mare who walked-the-walk as much as she talked-the-talk, had an oversized diaper bag firmly secured on her back. And poking out from the bag was a turquoise-green colored foal with a yellow-gold mane, who had amber colored eyes. Her parents had given her the name of Lightning, both because of their love of anything extreme and because they had soon discovered how fast the little one was when she wanted to be. 

“Are you afraid that I’ll shame you even more by beating you with a toddler on my back?” Diamond smugly replied to her challenger. “Perhaps you need the diapers more than she does.”

The pastel-blue colored pegasus, who also wore a pair of aviator goggles, huffed while stomping his front hoof. “Ever here of reckless endangerment, DD?” He spat. “They’ll take her away when you get all bruised up trying to keep up with me.”

Diamond Dust, who had a shimmering mane of silver and a grey colored coat, simply looked back towards her daughter in apparent unconcern. “You see, Lightning?” She pointed out in a mocking tone. “This is what Mommy and Daddy call a chicken.”

“Bok-bok-bok-bok!” The foal cried out in the way her parents had trained her to. She did the motions.

The stallion grinded his teeth and snarled. “I’ll not be taunted by you or that foal of yours, Diamond!” He raged while raising his wings. “But I take no responsibility for your loss when it happens! You chose to bring the little one into this, so I hope you don’t cry as much as she does when you lose.”

“Wishful thinking!” Diamond replied while extending her wings. “Let’s let loose the lightning, baby!”

FWOO-FLAP

FLAP-WOO

“Wee!!” The young filly as her mom took to the air before freefalling to gain speed! She always loved being part of these races. No other foals in Equestria could ever lay claim to such a feat.





“Oh, yeah!” Diamond proudly proclaimed upon returning to their apartment. “Not only did we beat the flank off that no name want to be, but also still got back before your father! We’re crushing it!” The thrill-seeking mother then quickly unstrapped the diaper bag, and little Lightning Dust popped out of it just before it crashed loudly to the ground.

“Oh yeah!” Lightning Dust cried. “Brave no fear grave!”

Diamond Dust smiled down at her daughter and ruffled her mane. “That’s right!” She encouraged without a hint of caution. “There is no glory without risk-”

“-And the brave don’t fear the grave!” Mr. Dust announced as he stylishly entered into the cluttered apartment. It was the best the family of thrill seekers could afford. The two exchanged winks to show they had won their respective challenges before going through a quick series of bucks, flips, and hoof bumps.

“Yay!” Lightning cheered as she turned red in the face, hunched down, and let out a mighty grunt into her diaper as her tail hiked up.

Both parents smiled at how, just like them, their daughter did everything to the extreme. And whereas most parents would shudder at the idea of having to clean up afterwards, these two pegasi just viewed it as another challenge to overcome and conquer. It had served them well since their daughter was born, they didn’t even need to argue about who would take over diaper duty when.

“You were last,” Diamond said to her husband while poking him. “So that load is all yours.”

The daredevil stallion, who was teal colored with a golden mane that was even longer than his wife’s, laughed. “Well, let her finish and then I’ll do my duty,” He replied while poking his wife back. “So go ahead, Lightning. Let it all out!”

“Erf!” Lightning groaned as her back legs spread wider and she finished the total destruction of what was said to be the most absorbent and secure diapers on the market. It was quite a relief to be done.

FWOP!

The parents watched as the tapes ripped from Lightning’s diaper before the protective garment fell unceremoniously to the ground. Fortunately, it had done its job.

“Diaper off!” Lightning cheered. “All in! All out!”

Diamond nodded towards her husband, who proudly collected the defeated diaper and his hardcore daughter. They had been considering this next step for a while now, and the recent display they’d witnessed convinced them that the time had come.

“I think it’s time we upped your challenge level, Lightning!” Mr. Dust announced. “Your new opponent won’t stand a chance! Not against a foal as awesome as you!”





Lightning was confused when, instead of going into her ‘command center’ like normal, her dad instead brought her into the ‘throne room’ as it was called. “Throne room?” She inquired in confusion. “I princess?”

“Warrior princess, Lightning,” Hr father corrected, as he chucked the decimated diaper into the trash and began to clean his daughter up with wet wipes. “And to conquer the throne means you need to prove you can wear ‘All Star Underwear’ without doing any damage to them.”

Lightning looked confused as her father reached into a pack of what looked like a diaper, but neither felt or went on like one. “Behold!” Her father proudly cheered. “The porcelain god needs and demands its daily tribute! It wants what your diapers could not hope to contain, and conquering it will make you another step closer to being the next leader of The Wonderbolts!”

Lightning Dust marched herself towards the rimmed, chair-shaped object. She might have occasionally glanced at it before without a second thought, but now she had a new idea of what it was for. “Go there?” She curiously asked. Yet only with some flapping of her young wings and grasping with her front hooves, could she even glimpse a fraction of this ‘god’ who wanted what her weak diapers could not contain.

Mr. Dust helped his daughter up to see what her small stature and developing wings could not allow her to see. Particularly the unusual bowl that looked like it had water. “It all goes in there,” He said to his daughter in a very dramatic voice. “Only the porcelain god is capable of handling your ‘foal force’.”

Lightning’s eyes happened to spot the shiny, ramp-like object attached near the top right of the throne. “What that?” She asked while flapping her wings and stretching towards it.

Lightning’s father kept a loose hold on his daughter as Diamond came in to see how things were going. “Careful, Moony,” She said in a moment where her maternal instincts managed to override her ‘no pain, no gain’ way of thinking. “Don’t let her get too close.”

Moon Dust simply looked towards his wife and smiled. “It’s cool,” He played while failing to retain the same grip on his daughter he had a moment ago. “I know what I’m doing."

FWIP

FLAP-FLAP

CLICK

FWOO-WISH!

Moon had barely finished his statement when his daughter escaped his grip, fluttered the very short distance to the toilet’s handle, and put enough force down upon it to make it roar into action.

“Momma!” Lightning fearfully screamed upon taking in the mighty sound of the ‘god’ and stumbled back in midair.

BONK

FLIP

SPLAT

“MOMMA!” Lightning shrieked as she landed inside the bowl of the toilet in time for her tail to get wet enough to be ‘gobbled up’ by the ‘mouth of the beast’! And it felt like the rest of her would soon follow as she spun helplessly around, feeling dizzy and disoriented!

“LIGHTNING!” Diamond exclaimed as she shoved her husband aside, rushed over and retrieved their daughter from the toilet with seconds to spare! “It’s okay! Momma’s got you! You’re safe!”

Moon Dust was still making sense of what just happened when he saw his wife comforting and cradling Lightning while sitting herself upon the seat of the toilet. “What happened?” He asked, everything had occurred so fast that he was still trying to process it.

Diamond glared at her husband. “Our daughter almost got flushed thanks to you!” She growled at him! “Go bring me a warm bottle and some towels, stat!”

Moon nodded as he started to turn towards the bathroom door. “The brave don’t fear the grave,” He proudly declared, apparently not concerned about the near miss. “She braved the belly of the best, and will soon know that the toilet fears her more than she fears it.”

Maternal Diamond exploded in full force as she, within a fraction of a second, took hold of a roll of toilet paper and flung it at her husband’s head! “And I’ll be your grave if you are ever this careless with our daughter ever again!” She boomed! “Now get me that bottle and clean towels!”

Moon Dust was usually fearless. However, he did fear his wife when she went into ‘Mom Mode’. “On it!” He replied while heading for the kitchen, removing himself from the situation.

Diamond, meanwhiel, coddled her still shaking daughter. “It’s okay, Lighty,” She cooed while planting a kiss on her daughter’s head. “Momma just put the potty in time out. It will never hurt you again. I won’t allow it!”

Little Lightning Dust allowed herself to enjoy this rare moment of genuine love and affection. For now, the young filly no longer needed to worry about being ‘the best’, or ‘the bravest’. For this moment, Lightning was a foal free of expectations.





The rest of the day was all about loving Lightning. Diamond sent her husband out to buy a pack of ‘Silly Filly’ diapers, which were more about comfort than efficiency, dressed her daughter in a minky sleeper, and bottle fed her until the foal fell asleep with a smile on her face. “My precious little bolt of lightning," She said with a tear in her eye. “Your dad and I may not ‘fear the grave’, but we do fear losing you.”

Life in the Dust apartment would return to feats of reckless daring do by the following day. However it was the times her mom and dad weren’t so ‘hardcore’ that truly allowed the foal to be free of all that would lead her to go from Wonderbolt material to a Washout. When next they would introduce their daughter to the toilet, it was void of the usual extremes and treated with the delicey that potty training deserved.

It didn’t last long, however. As memory of the near miss faded and Lightning started to grasp toilet usage, the extreme nature returned. Yet even Lightning would not risk another battle with the ‘god’. The fear of what would’ve happened had her mom not rescued her when she did was enough to give the little filly pause. It was perhaps the only thing in her life that could make even her willing to play it safe.
> Daring to Ditch Diapers (Daring Do)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Even when it came to twins, no two foals approached every milestone in their lives the exact same way. And this was true for the fraternal twins of Daring Do and Rainbow Dash (the former being older than the latter by only a minute or so), especially considering what was happening lately with their mother, Firefly.

The foals didn’t know exactly what was going on, they did know that their mother was staying home with them way more often and seemed to get tired more often. They also became aware that their father was often bringing in a strange mare that looked a lot like Rainbow Dash. And she would often take over when Firefly was too exhausted to keep up with her twin foals.

Though she couldn’t always be there for her children in the physical sense, Firefly was still as determined as possible to be there for them in spirit. She wanted to raise what would most likely be the only foals she would ever have properly. The first words and even some of the preliminary teachings of flight had gone smoothly enough. However the real challenge for any parent soon presented itself in the form of potty training. Firefly tried to at least start the process, even if she didn’t necessarily have both the strength and endurance to see it through all the way. This was something she really didn’t want to leave in the hooves of Windy Whistles, despite the two being close friends (Windy having even served as best mare when Firefly married Bow Hothoof during a brief leave from the Wonderbolts). So one morning she woke her foals up to tell them that she had a very big surprise in store for them.

“What the surprise, Mama?” Daring Do was the first to ask.

“It something awesome! Right, Mama?” Rainbow Dash hopefully asked.

Firefly nodded as she changed the diapers of both her daughters, and then brought them close to her. “It definitely is. And it’s something all foals your age have to go through.” Despite a coughing fit, she was able to carry both foals to the bathroom.

Daring Do and Rainbow Dash looked all around for anything that could serve as their surprise. But the only thing that seemed different from previous occasions were these weirdly colored plastic bowls. Smiling, Firefly explained. “These are your new potties. From now on, I want you both to use them instead of your diapers whenever you have to go. And you can come get me, your father, or Miss Windy if you think you have to. We’ll all be around to help in any way we can.”

“Don’t wanna give up diapees!” Both foals naturally protested this idea, even though they were powerless against their mom as she had them stripped of the padded undergarments, and both seated on their designated training potties.

Bow Hothoof could only smile when he saw the adorable scene a short time later. “With awesome foals like you, I’m sure you’ll both get the hang of potty training in no time. Just think, your old stallion won’t have to change diapers anymore!” But it wasn’t quite a smooth process as they were hoping for.





Getting one foal trained took the better half of a year, during which Firefly grew weaker and weaker and Windy started coming by more often to assist. Rainbow Dash was the first to master potty training. She had soon discovered that as soft as diapers were, their added weight was a hindrance in movement both on the ground and in the air. It wasn’t long before she was in pull-ups, while her twin sister remained in diapers.

Daring Do was jealous of this development. It wasn’t her fault that she was getting so swept up in her own little adventures that she didn’t always make it to her potty in time. And it always seemed like when she tried to go during the designated “breaks” her parents would give, she couldn’t go or didn’t have to go.

Rainbow Dash eventually took notice of the gap between her and her slightly older sister (though if one were to look at it now they would probably think Rainbow Dash was the older sister). Try as she might to dismiss it the same way she was dismissing the health of their mother, the difference was all too easily noted simply by what the foals wore. Pull-ups didn’t look like diapers and didn’t work the same way as diapers. So it was either go back to diapers until Daring Do graduated from them, or try to help her twin sister graduate to pull-ups.

Rainbow Dash opted for the latter. And her little mind soon began to devise a way to help her sister catch up. A way that would also surely impress all the grown-ups.

The first opportunity for the foal to put her plan into action ended up coming late one night, shortly after she and Daring Do were both set down to rest. Being in the same crib had its advantages, and in this case it afforded the rainbow maned foal a chance to hear (and see) her sister tossing and squirming about. She knew from experience what that meant. “You gots to go, Daring?” She asked, leaning over her sister.

Daring Do squirmed and whimpered. “But how we gets to my potty? We can’t even escape fwom tis cwib.”

“Duh, we fwy!” Rainbow Dash snorted. “I carry ya! Then we go to bathroom and you sit on potty til ya pee pee!”

Daring Do gulped. “Ya sure ya can do tat? If Mommy, Daddy, or Miss Windy find out, we in big twoubwe.”

Rainbow Dash just giggled as she took hold of her sister. “Tey not gonna find out. Besides, when tey see I just hewping ya go potty, tey gonna be happy I such a good sissy.”





Somehow, Rainbow Dash had enough strength to flutter both herself and her sister out of their shared crib. And Daring Do managed by some stroke of luck to hold in her urge to pee (probably because it wasn’t all that strong yet, though she didn’t really know what defined a strong urge and what defines a weak one). In a way it kind of felt like one of her adventures, only with her twin sister there to lend a helping hoof.

They entered the bathroom and Daring Do clumsily waddled over to her potty. She was about to sit down on it, when Rainbow Dash stopped her. “Ya gots to take off ya diaper first. Otherwise ya just gonna pee pee in it instead of potty.”

“Oh, wight. Tanks, Rainbow Dash,” Daring Do replied as she clumsily fiddled with the tabs on her diaper and eventually managed to undo them. She let the padding drop to her legs as she sat down on her potty. The little pegasus soon heard a faint tinkling sound echo into the bowl, but only when she was done did she feel brave enough to look down. Sure enough, her potty was all but filled to the brim. She quickly felt pride well up inside her as she boasted! “I… I did it!”

Rainbow Dash smiled. “Ya huh! Now ya a big filly! Ya gots to do tat for aww ta grown-ups and ya can wear pull-ups too!”

Daring Do nodded. “Otay, but I may need ya hewp on tat,” She got off her potty as she then asked. “But how we clean-up?”

Rainbow Dash gulped. Her earlier confidence leaving her entirely. “I… dun know. I tink we gonna need a grown-up’s hewp.”

“Indeed you will,” A familiar voice declared as light suddenly flooded the bathroom. And who should appear before both foals but Windy Whistles in all her glory? “If you brave little fillies really needed help, all you had to do was ask.”

As Daring Do was being cleaned by Windy Whistles, Rainbow Dash turned towards her twin sister, knowing what was about to happen next. “Wanna see someting awesome?” She asked.

Daring nodded when she saw her potty be picked up, and she and Rainbow Dash followed Windy over to what appeared to be a tall, bowl shaped object. It had a round shaped seat and a lid, along with a tank attached to the back of it.“What that?” She asked her twin sister.

“That the big potty,” Rainbow proudly explained. “It like our potties but bigger, and it does someting super cool! Miss Windy told me it called a fwush.”

Windy knew what that meant. Once she had emptied Daring’s training potty, she saw the two foals. “Did you want to show Daring your favorite part, Dashie?” She questioned.

Rainbow Dash nodded and after she and her twin sister were placed onto the tank, they both looked down into the bowl. When they did, Daring Do could see that it was filled with water along with a hole at the bottom.

“Here it comes!” Rainbow said as Windy placed a hoof on a silver handle attached to the tank, and pressed it down.

A loud noise rang out as Daring Do and her sister could now see the water that was inside the bowl started to spin around and around. Daring began to smile, which grew bigger and bigger as the water spun faster and faster. Then her eyes widened in surprise as it suddenly became a dizzying whirlpool, making the water swirl down into the hole and disappeare! Seconds later it returned, except now it was crystal clear!

“How cool was tat?” Rainbow asked her twin sister.

“Tat so awesome!” Daring declared! She could hardly wait to see it again the next time she was in the bathroom.
> Academy Accident (Soarin)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Soarin grumbled under his breath, he couldn’t believe his luck. He’d been given one of the least desirable jobs at the academy during trials week, overseeing the new cadets during their initial training which included the newbie tester known as the Dizzitron. Spitfire would’ve done it herself but she was still sorting out some important paperwork in the aftermath of the Wonderbolts having performed at Twilight’s coronation as supreme ruler.

“Why do I have to do it, Captain?” Soarin had complained in Spitfire’s office the day before trials were slated to begin. “You know I’m more of a fun in the sun kind of guy. And there’s nothing fun about watching the newcomers get put through the wringer. It’s even less fun having to tell them what should be obvious, if they were really the best of the best they’d already be on the team. The whole reason they go through the trials is because we have to determine if the cadets can truly keep up with everything that they’ll have to endure as part of the team.”

Spitfire barely even bothered to adjust her glasses as she leaned back in her desk chair. “Soarin, you know the chain of command is quite clear. As second in command of the Wonderbolts, when the captain is unavailable it’s expected of you to step in for me. You’ve done it before and performed admirably.”

“That was different! There was a crisis, and in your absence somepony had to take command to ensure order!” Soarin protested. “I could never be the kind of tough as nails, work you till you drop kind of drill sergeant you are.”

“Who says you have to be?” The young captain questioned in a seemingly unconcerned tone of voice. “Just make sure they keep their egos in check and aren’t taking any unnecessary risks. We don’t wanna risk another Lightning Dust incident!”

Soarin still wasn’t convinced. “But Spitfire-”

Spitfire was quick to cut him off. “No buts, Soarin! You’re gonna oversee trials week in my place, and that’s final! If you’re really that worried you’re gonna mess it up, I’ll have Rainbow Dash come check up on you. But I’m giving her orders not to relieve you of your duties. I know you’ll do fine.”

So it was that the Wonderbolts’ second in command had been given a task he really didn’t feel he was up to. But orders were orders and the stallion wasn’t one to just disobey them. Spitfire knew him better than anypony, seeing as the two were childhood friends and all. So maybe she saw something in him that he didn’t.

That’s not to say Soarin came to enjoy trials week, because to him it was still a chore. He did enjoy giving a demonstration of the Dizzitron, it was one of the few truly enjoyable aspects of the tryouts.

Unfortunately for Soarin, it seemed like not many of the current batch of recruits were doing a good (or even decent) job with the contraption. He didn’t expect any of them to go beyond the basic level, Lightning Dust had been the only cadet in the entire history of the Wonderbolts to attempt such a thing right off the bat. But even the basic level seemed to be more than any of the recruits could handle. Every single one of them spun out into the safety net, which made him groan. “Okay, recruits!” He tried to bark out as best he could. “Change of plans! Seeing as all of you clearly need a refresher course, I’m going to demonstrate to all of you what you’re supposed to do on the Dizzitron. To keep things fair, I’ll be on the same level as all of you,” And as the cadets all lined up to watch he added. “Be sure to pay close attention. I’m only going to do this once, then I want all of you to try again! And we’re gonna keep at it until at least half of you can successfully land on the runway without crashing.” He did his best to ignore the groans and moans from the cadets.

“And to think they haven’t even gotten to the really hard stuff yet,” He thought with a rare grin on his face. “Hope they can step up their game for their sake.”

The co-captain strapped himself in and gestured for the Dizzitron to be activated. He was so used to flying at higher speeds and against higher g-forces that he didn’t bother to wear his flight goggles. That would soon prove to be a big mistake.
The Dizzitron started to spin, and Soarin pretended to shut his eyes tightly as he was spun around and around. He opened them once he was certain he’d been launched, and with the greatest of ease he pulled out of the spin and landed back on the runway in a matter of seconds. But no sooner had he gotten his bearings than did he look over at the Dizzitron, which was still spinning. Suddenly, his eyes were spinning too. He felt dazed and lightheaded, and his mind began to feel all funny.

“I can’t believe he got punked by the Dizzitron so easily. What a foal!” A cadet whispered. “Only a two year old would make such a mistake.” Unknowingly, that remark was close enough for Soarin to overhear. And in his current state the stallion wasn’t able to snap back at it. Instead, it burrowed its way deep into his subconscious and embedded itself there.

Pretty soon, instead of the mighty, confident second-in-command of the Wonderbolts, before all the recruits stood a pony who basically looked like a big foal. He was a drooling, babbling mess. He plopped onto his rump and put a hoof into his mouth, soon suckling on it. What little he managed to say was uninterpretable, incoherent gibberish. There was worse to come.





As luck (or misfortune depending on how one were to interpret the scene) would have it, Rainbow Dash was flying by to see how Soarin was doing. To see her fellow Wonderbolt and one of her superiors in such a foalish state was quite shocking to say the least! If not for the academy jacket, she would’ve sworn that she was looking at an entirely different pony. How he’d been reduced to such an infantile presence was a mystery. One that quickly took a back seat to a more pressing issue. For right underneath the stallion was a puddle. And as there were no rain clouds anywhere nearby, that could only mean one thing. Rainbow Dash did her best not to groan as she swooped down to do damage control for this situation. “All right, newbies, listen up!” She yelled. “Your training’s gonna have to wait for a while! Until your new instructor gets here, I want you all to fly laps around the academy and practice changing altitudes with each lap! Do I make myself clear?”

The recruits all nodded and quickly flew away, terrified by the sharp tone of voice that had barked out the order! “Works every time.” Rainbow Dash thought to herself, before turning her attention back to Soarin. Then a sigh of frustration escaped her lips. “Looks like the Dizzitron claimed another victim. She said to herself. “What will Spitfire say when she finds out what happened to Soarin?” She found out soon enough.

“Really?” Spitfire asked. “Soarin somehow managed to hypnotize himself through the Dizzitron?” She was quite furious when she heard the news (though she was grateful that Rainbow Dash had taken the time to get Soarin cleaned up, and made a mental note to dispatch a cleaning crew to the runway).

Rainbow Dash reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, and now he thinks he’s a foal. Figuring that it was better than risking him leaving puddles everywhere, I decided to diaper him in case he had another accident.” She gestured to the thick, well taped diaper now strapped around her fellow Wonderbolt’s rear. Soarin was poking at the diaper, distracting him from sucking on his hoof.

The young captain just sighed as she looked into the brash speedster’s eyes. “Do you know how old he thinks he is?”

Rainbow Dash gulped hard. “I… don’t know exactly. I thought I heard him say something about being two or whatever. And he seemed rather upset about having that accident on the runway. I tried to ask, but he wouldn’t give me a proper answer,” And she added with a blush. “And he kept calling me ‘Mama’ all the time, it was really embarrassing.”

“How very interesting.” Spitfire commented as she put a hoof to her chin.

Those little statements might not have meant much on their own, but the captain who prided herself on effective crisis management had learned from experience how even the smallest of clues could lead to a major breakthrough. “So, is there anypony watching the recruits right now?” She then asked.

Rainbow Dash gave a rather clumsy salute. “Thunderlane was the first pony I could find, so I put him in charge.” She explained. “That’s okay, right? I know it’s outside the usual chain of command but I didn’t know where I could find Fleetfoot or Misty Fly. And with Soarin the way he was I wanted to minimize the chances of more ponies seeing him like this. Oh and also, I suggest that we should start warning every Wonderbolt to wear their flight goggles whenever they test out the dizzitron so something like this doesn’t happen again.”

Spitfire nodded as she rose from her desk chair. “Thank you, Rainbow Dash.” She said with an unusual smile forming on her face. “Thunderlane should be more than capable of filling in for Soarin, who was supposed to be filling in for me.”

At that, Rainbow Dash blinked in surprise. This sort of declaration from her captain was most odd. “Uh, I’m confused. From the way you’re acting, you sound as if you already know how to turn Soarin back.”

The pegasus with a coat of brilliant gold nodded her head, her smile now becoming unmistakable. “Let’s just say that this isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened at the academy,” And she motioned for her fellow pegasus to follow her. “Come along, and bring Soarin with you. It’s obvious he’s become quite attached to you in his current mental state.”

Realizing that Spitfire had an idea, Rainbow Dash reluctantly obeyed, knowing better than to question an order from her superior. “O-okay. Where are we going?” She asked with a confused look on her face.

“The academy bathrooms!” Spitfire boldly and somewhat dramatically declared. “Trust me, it’ll all make sense eventually.”





It took quite a bit of effort, but after convincing Soarin that he could have an apple pie as a special treat, Rainbow Dash was able to get him to follow her as she was in turn following Spitfire. “Why would we be going to the bathrooms?” She pondered to herself as she led her foalified teammate through the academy halls, trying her best to keep an eye out for anypony who might recognize Soarin. “I already diapered Soarin. And we have a separate area for showering. So the only things in the bathrooms are mirrors, sinks and… toilets!” Suddenly, it hit her! “Wait, is Spitfire’s solution what I think it is?”

She needn’t have wondered, because once Spitfire had led Rainbow Dash and Soarin into the academy bathrooms, they all went into one of the toilet stalls. It was a bit cramped for three fully grown pegasi, but somehow they managed. It was then that the Wonderbolts’ captain revealed her plan to get the second in command back to his normal, adult self. A plan that at least to her was more simple than it might first appear. “Okay, Rainbow Dash,” She told her fellow mare. “It looks like I wasn’t kidding when I said Soarin seemed quite attached to you. And since he really thinks that you’re his mommy, you will have to teach him. Then he will be back on his hooves in no time.” 

“You mean, I’m actually going to treat him like a potty training toddler?” Rainbow Dash blinked in surprise. “But, why?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the best with foals.” Spitfire explained. “And while Soarin isn’t a typical foal I still don’t think tough love is the kind of approach we should be going for. All I really need you to do is take off his diaper and get him to listen to you. Think you can do that?”

Rainbow Dash fought back another gulp. “I… think I can do that, Captain,” She said nervously. If Spitfire thought she was good enough to play in a role in this, who was she to argue? “I don’t really have that much experience with foal care or any foals for that matter, except for my number one fan, Scootaloo. I also remember very little about my own potty training.”

Spitfire facehoofed herself. “Oh yeah, almost forgot about that,” She commented. “Maybe we should do this together, just like a team.”

Rainbow nodded in agreement. “You sure this will work, though?”

Spitfire snorted in response. “If I wasn’t sure, would I have bothered to go to all this trouble? The last time this happened, and I’m not naming names, this is what was required to get the victim to snap out of it. Now come on! Let’s get the training underway so that Soarin can go back to being normal. We are not running a daycare center around here!”

That was enough to convince Rainbow Dash to comply with Spitfire’s request. “Alrighty,” She grumbled. “Let's just get this over with!” Her superior sure knew how to sound both scary and bossy whenever the situation called for it. “Hey, Soarin.” She called in the sweetest tone possible.

Soarin was gazing at the toilet with an odd mix of confusion, excitement and most of all worry. “What, Mommy?” He asked, turning to Rainbow Dash upon hearing her voice and nuzzling her in the side. 

 “Mommy needs you to listen to her, and to Aunty Spitfire.” Rainbow Dash said as she tried her best to keep up the act. “We are going to teach you about how to use the potty.”

“Who Aunty Spitfire?” Soarin asked as he looked all around, not appearing to recognize anypony in his current state. “And what potty? Potty mean I no need diaper?”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, because you’re gonna be a big colt. And Aunty Spitfire is right over there,” She pointed to the pegasus with a gold coat. “So once I take off your diaper, just pay attention and do exactly as we tell you, okay?” Soarin nodded back. He didn’t put up a fight when his diaper was removed and set aside.

Spitfire cleared her throat and then gestured a hoof to the toilet. “Okay, Soarin. You see that? That’s the potty.”

“It is?” Soarin blinked in surprise, sounding like a foal who was seeing this mighty porcelain throne for the first time.

With a most unusual smile on her face, Spitfire quickly replied. “Yup. So I want to sit down on the seat, and then just do whatever you have to do. When you’re all done, you let your mommy and I know and we’ll get you all cleaned up.”

The stallion obeyed as he somewhat clumsily waddled over toward the toilet. But as he drew closer, he stopped and hesitated. “But what if potty try to eat me?”

Spitfire groaned as Rainbow Dash quickly took charge. “Don’t worry. It won’t eat you or harm you, I promise. If it tries to do anything, I’ll be here to stop it! Now go ahead, you’re so close. And you wanna be a big pony like Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yeah, wanna be big pony!” Soarin proudly declared, eagerly resuming his waddle. He quickly plopped his rump right down on the toilet seat. Once he was comfortable, he started to relax. He didn’t seem bothered by the idea of having his ‘Mommy’ and his ‘Aunty Spitfire’ watch over him. As soon as he heard a tinkling sound echo into the bowl, he signed in relief.





It was all over in a matter of seconds. “I done!” Soarin announced. He really did sound like a toddler who was expecting praise for his actions. Praise that he was soon rewarded with as both of the grown-up pegasi watching over him came trotting forward, his “Mommy” helping him up.

“Way to go, Soarin! That’s how it’s done!” Rainbow Dash congratulated him. But then she turned to “Aunty Spitfire” and commented. “What are we gonna do? He hasn’t turned back yet.”

 “Just be patient,” Spitfire said in a not so hushed tone. “And don’t flush until I tell you to! Got it?”! Rainbow Dash nodded her head as the gold coated pegasus spoke to Soarin. “Not bad, kid. See how easy that was?”

Soarin nodded and grinned. “Yeah! Potty easy! Now I big colt!”

“Well, big colt,” The Wonderbolt captain told the big foal as she pulled out several rolls of toilet paper. She didn’t even need to use that much. “You gotta let us wipe you up after you go. Just hold still and Aunty Spitfire will get you all nice and clean.” As soon as the wiping job was complete, the used toilet paper rolls were discarded into the bowl.

“And now for the most important and totally awesome part!” The brash speedster declared with a huge grin on her face. “Mommy will show you how to flush.” Then she placed a hoof on the silver handle.

“Wait for it,” Spitfire whispered. As soon as Soarin was staring down into the toilet bowl, specifically the waters within it, she gave the signal. “NOW!” She demanded. Almost immediately, Rainbow promptly pressed down on the silver handle.

As the toilet started to flush, Soarin’s eyes remained fixated inside the bowl, watching the toilet paper spinning around and around with the rapidly swirling water before being sucked down the drain. By the time the water had turned into a whirlpool, he appeared to be in a trance again. 

After watching all of the water swirl down the drain and disappear, the stallion suddenly blinked and shook his head. “Huh? Where am I? How did I end up in the bathroom?” He lifted his head and saw Spitfire and Rainbow Dash standing in the toilet stall with him, feeling quite embarrassed. “Spitfire? Rainbow Dash? What’s going on here?” He asked them.

“Great, you’re back!” Spitfire said with a smile, sounding rather excited at the prospect!

“Back? Back from where?” Soarin questioned before his eyes happened to spot the discarded diaper on the floor. A diaper that was clearly intended for a pony his size. “Hey, wait a minute! The last thing I can remember is seeing the Dizzitron spinning, and then the next thing I knew I was here!”

“You know that ‘incident’ from before Rainbow Dash joined our ranks?” Spitfire asked her childhood friend.

Soarin gasped in realization! “Oh-no!” He groaned. “Don’t tell me that it happened again!”

Blushing hard, Rainbow Dash nodded. “I’m afraid so,” She confessed. “It was you who got hypnotized and regressed.”

“Lucky for us the cure was the same both times.” The young captain added.

“Couldn’t you have just turned me back without the whole potty training roleplay?” The stallion asked with a blush on his face.

“Hey, you did it to me,” Spitfire retorted. “I figured I had to do the same thing you did with me if I wanted it to work.”

But Soarin commented. “Why? From the sound of things it doesn’t seem like I was anywhere near as bad when I regressed as you were,” He appeared to be only slightly teasing. “Besides, if you went through all of this just to change me back, I think you’re not as bad with foals as you think.”

The young captain snorted in reply. “Maybe, but I’m not looking to start changing diapers anytime soon.”

“Same here,” Rainbow Dash agreed, picking up the diaper and opening the stall door. “There’s no way that we’re running a daycare around here. That would be even more embarrassing than what I did to help change you back to normal.”

“Who has been watching the recruits?” Soarin asked as the three Wonderbolts exited the toilet stall.

“I asked Thunderlane to take over since I didn’t know where I could find Fleetfoot or Misty Fly,” Rainbow confessed as she tossed the diaper into a nearby garbage can, and then both she and Soarin went over to the sinks to wash their hooves. “I also suggested that we should start warning the recruits to always wear their flight goggles whenever they’re testing the Dizzitron. I don’t want anypony else going through the same thing you've been through.”

Spitfire nodded as her two teammates dried their hooves off. “After she told me what happened to you, I can’t really blame her for wanting to prevent this from happening to anypony else.”

“Speaking of recruits,” Rainbow looked to Soarin. “We should be getting back to work!” Soarin nodded in agreement.

But before he and Rainbow Dash could leave, Spitfire cleared her throat to get their attention. “I want the both of you to work to oversee trials,” She ordered. “Dash, if you hear any of the recruits teasing Soarin about the incident, tell them to stop making fun of him or they’ll be flying laps! Soarin, make sure that Dash is following all of the commands you give her. And tell Thunderlane that he can return to whatever he was doing at the time before all of this. You two got that?”

“Yes ma’am!” They both answered and saluted the young captain. Once they were all out of the bathroom, Rainbow Dash and Soarin flew off to find Thunderlane and the recruits to tell them the news, while Spitfire went back to her office to finally dispatch a cleaning crew over to the runway to clean up Soarin’s accident.
> Not So Rock Solid Results (Pie Sisters)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite the fact that they were not the only daughters of their rock farming that were undergoing potty (or rather pot) training, Pinkie Pie and Marble Pie were still being taught through the methods that had already been underway in both of their older sisters: Limestone and Maud. Limestone, being naturally the oldest, was finally advancing far enough to be trained with the outhouse. And she and Maud were both in pull-ups.

As for Pinkie and Marble, they were in diapers and were given the old family chamber pots that had first been passed down to Limestone and then Maud. Cloudy took the liberty of supervising the pot training for her two youngest daughters, while Igneous largely oversaw the older two’s training.

The Pie family training was really quite simple: Learn to feel the rhythm of nature as it flowed through your body, or feel the rhythm of a hoof across your rump for not paying attention. These methods had worked with relative success on Igneous and Cloudy’s other daughters, even if the training for Maud had been less difficult for some reason than Limestone despite Limestone being the oldest of the Pie sisters. As for the twin two year old sisters (Pinkie was older only by a few minutes), pot training as their family had taken to calling it was defined largely by them being confined to the house. They soon started to notice how their older sisters would occasionally be allowed to help out in the field, with Maud even bringing home a pet rock she’d named Boulder. “Can we go out to play in the fields with Limey and Maud?” Pinkie asked her mother one day. “Marble and I promise to be good, right Marble?”

Marble Pie replied with a quiet. “Mm-hmm.” She wasn’t one to talk much, mostly because she could usually rely on her slightly older sister to speak up for her.

Cloudy Quartz calmly but firmly answered. “No. Thy sisters are older and are further along in their training. They have proven that they can be trusted. When someday thou have both mastered use of thy chamber pots, then we shalt see about letting thou both play out in the fields with thy older sisters.” And that was that, Pinkie and Marble both knew better than to question their mother’s logic. They had learned long ago that doing so was a surefire way to be given a time out, and that was if they were lucky (the Pies’ methods of child raising were definitely strict, but one couldn’t say they didn’t produce results. The exact nature of those results was debatable, though).

So Pinkie and Marble devoted themselves as best they could to their pot training. It was hard not to feel slightly jealous to hear Limestone brag about the outhouse that she was using, and the newfound freedoms that came with it. “Seriously, you two are missing out.” She would often tell them. “And just think, I’m gonna be in charge of the whole farm someday. I wonder if you’ll even have an old fashioned outhouse to train with by the time you get to my age. Because I’m thinking we might be upgrading to indoor plumbing in the near future.”

Maud just commented in mostly dry tones. “You did not always have such success as you’re having now. You still sometimes use a chamber pot at night, and even then you still have accidents sometimes.”

Limestone blushed with rage. “So? Sometimes it’s really dark and I can’t always find my chamber pot. Besides, I don’t have accidents anywhere near as much as I used to! I’ll bet for sure I’ll be fully trained and out of pull-ups before any of you.”

“Not if you keep having accidents,” Maud corrected. “Father says it’s almost time for me to begin training with the outhouse.”

“That is indeed so, Maudalina.” Their father nodded, coming inside from a hard day of work in the fields. “And thou art making considerable progress in thy training. You seem to understand the flow of nature within you better than any of thy sisters.”

Cloudy then spoke up. “This talk is for another time and place, Igneous. Everypony learns at their own pace. Our daughters shalt all be fully trained in due time.”





Weeks passed, and an interesting development started to occur within the Pie family household: Maud was allowed to graduate to outhouse usage, which started to erode Limestone’s confidence and feeling of superiority. She would still insist that she was the furthest along in training, but with Maud encroaching on her territory the claim was harder to back up.

Pinkie did her best to tune out these kinds of remarks, convinced that the best way to put Limestone in her place would be to simply master chamber pot usage. It helped that she felt more of an attachment to Maud anyway, and Maud didn’t brag about her training. To her it was no big deal (perhaps that was why she was proving to be the easiest of the four sisters to train).

Marble wanted to do the same, because she and Pinkie were both in silent agreement on how important it was that they meet their family’s expectations. They were no doubt expected to emulate Maud’s lack of trouble in their approach, as opposed to the still bumpy route Limestone was headed down even though she did seem to be advancing little by little.

However, even among the twin sisters there soon became noticeable differences between them about how well they could manage pot training. Even just being confined to the house didn’t always guarantee success, as both sisters had learned the hard way when disciplined for accidents.

But Pinkie seemed to have them less frequently than Marble. For some strange reason it seemed like Pinkie was more in tune with what her body was trying to tell her. No one seemed to have an explanation for it, not even Pinkie Pie herself. The little filly just seemed to know when she had to go. She started making so much progress that her parents began to discuss openly about graduating her to pull-ups, and maybe even moving her to the outhouse.

Marble Pie’s progress was considerably less so by comparison to the frequency of her accidents. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to grasp the idea no matter how hard she tried. And try she did. She would try, and try, and try but she seemed to only just make it to her pot if she was lucky. More often than not she either never came close to making it, or ended up going on the floor instead. Her rump started to become red on multiple occasions.

Pinkie Pie took notice of this development, and thoughts started to form in her head. “I know Marble’s trying her hardest,” She thought and pondered. “She’d probably be a lot better at it if she didn’t feel like she was lagging behind everypony, including me. Since I can’t get Limey to stop teasing her, and I can’t ask Limey or Maud to stop their training and let Marble catch up, I’m gonna have to do the next best thing. Besides, I kind of like my diapers. I don’t think I’m ready to give them up just yet.”

And so the elder twin sister put her own plan into action. It was quite a bold plan to be sure, and a strange one to boot. She started to intentionally have accidents, usually in her diapers. It actually wasn’t that hard for Pinkie to do. She found that if she ignored her body’s signals for long enough and kept on playing, nature would take its course for her. Then she would waddle away to find either her mother or her father to inform them of what happened. “I had an accident. Can you change me, prithee?” She would always ask as politely as possible.

With grumbles and groans, Cloudy or Igneous would reluctantly take up the task of getting their daughter changed into a fresh diaper. And each time it would usually be with a remark of: “Thou was supposed to stop having these accidents by now, Pinkamena. Thou were meant to start outhouse training.”, and after the change was complete they would often put their pink coated charge in a corner in the hopes that she would learn for next time what not to do.





But it seemed like the accidents just continued to happen, and it didn’t matter how many times Pinkie was disciplined and told what was expected of her. Both Igneous and Cloudy became frustrated and frazzled by how their second youngest daughter had originally seemed so good at her potty training, yet now it seemed like every other day they were changing her diapers and cleaning up after her accidents. Not even Limestone’s training had been this difficult and unpredictable. However, they did seem to notice that Marble’s accidents were beginning to happen less often. She was still having trouble making it to her pot on time, but she was slowly making progress. So now it seemed that she would be the one to graduate from pot training, which was not something either parent would’ve expected or even anticipated.

Of course, Marble knew that Pinkie’s “accidents” were not really accidents. More than once she wanted to speak up and say something. But every time she thought of it she would ultimately decide against it. “Pinkie’s doing this for my sake. I don’t want to seem ungrateful,” She thought to herself. “Maybe I should tell her to start asking Maud for changes instead so she doesn’t get into trouble as often?”

Asking Limestone for help was out of the question, especially when she was relishing in this development and openly talked about how her training “wasn’t the weirdest or the hardest anymore”. No one seemed to mention how she was starting to fall behind Maud when it came to mastering outhouse usage.

However, before Marble had a chance to think about how to deal with Pinkie’s way of “helping” her though, an unexpected pony ended up intervening to set things back on track for the young one. An exhausted Igneous and Cloudy turned to Granny Pie, Igneous’ father who was known for being rather strange and unusually (and outwardly) cheerful.

Nopony knew for sure what Granny Pie would do, the situation was without precedent and it had been years since the aged mare had had to deal with such things as diapers, chamber pots and foals having accidents. But out of desperation the parents had decided to let her be the one to handle things. She was tasked with changing Pinkie and cleaning up accidents the child had, as well as making a greater effort to get the young one recommitted to chamber pot usage.

The first day that Granny Pie was alone with Pinkie (Cloudy and Igneous had decided to devote their efforts to continuing the various training of their other daughters), she was able to deduce in a heartbeat what was going on.

“Your accidents aren’t natural,” She spoke in her own way (which was noticeably different from her offspring, Igneous). “You have been intentionally using your diapers.”

With a gulp, an exposed Pinkie confessed to her grandmother. “W-well, only because I didn’t want Marble to feel bad about not being as far along as I was. She just looked so unhappy, and I wanted to make her feel better.”

But Granny Pie sighed. “Child, your parents surely taught you that everypony learns at their own pace, and that there’s no shame in being what is called a late bloomer. Likewise, if you are doing well at it there’s no reason not to take pride in it. You shouldn’t always compare yourself to others. If you truly wished to make your sister happy, you could work on encouraging her and leading by example. Offer her support and reassurance.”

“Are… are you gonna tell my parents?” Pinkie nervously asked, fearful of the punishments that would ensue if that happened.

Granny Pie shook her head. “They merely tasked me with finding out why you suddenly started having such a hard time with your pot training, Pinkamena. So long as you promise me that you’ll never again start to intentionally have accidents, and so long as you promise me that you’ll make an honest effort to go back to using your chamber pot as needed, I won’t tell them.”

Pinkie forced back a gulp. “Okay, Granny Pie. I’ll do that.”

Granny Pie smiled. “Excellent. And I know you won’t go back on your promise, because if you do I’ll know. We Pies all have our own abilities that make us special. I suspect that yours are already beginning to manifest themselves. Someday, when you are older, I will teach you about them more in depth.”
> You CAN Train Twice (Sunset Shimmer)
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Coming to a new world, even of your own accord was a learning experience. Sunset Shimmer had found that going from a pony to a human (what the world beyond the magic mirror called the species she had transformed into) came with some difficulties. Even the most basic of behaviors and actions were different now. There were so many things she had to either learn about for the first time, or relearn how to do. Some were obvious, such as walking on two legs instead of four and styling her hair with hands instead of hooves (to say nothing of the lack of a horn had been quite a blow to the frustrated girl). Others were unexpected and gave her a fair deal of trouble.

Among these was potty training.

Now, despite the fact that ponies could answer the call of nature in nature itself if they wanted to, where Sunset had grown up that had been discouraged. Her mother had instilled in her from her earliest days that to “fertilize the soil” was horribly uncouth, something that only uncivilized farmers did. And when Sunset was old enough she was trained in how to use a bathroom, though that might have been too generous a description considering it only had a small tub and a sink.

Although ponies did have access to indoor plumbing in Sunset’s time, her family couldn’t really afford to have an indoor toilet installed. So for the young filly it was chamber pot usage until she could prove she didn’t need diapers, and all the usual fanfare that came with this milestone had resulted. It wasn’t until years later when Sunset Shimmer was studying under Princess Celestia herself that her bathroom habits would change.  But now that the young mare turned apparent teenage girl (she couldn’t really tell how old she was in this world) had to learn what human toileting customs were like. Since it seemed she was stuck in this world for the time being, and didn’t have much money on her, she would need to blend in. It would be hard to do that if she couldn’t do what all humans did.

Well, the first stop for the teenage girl, actually a pony was a nearby convenience store. She used some of the little money she had to buy diapers. “I probably won’t need them, I hardly ever wore diapers in Equestria after I turned two. But it’s better to have them than risk leaving puddles. Especially because there aren’t any guards or maids I can bully into cleaning up.” She thought to herself, settling for the cheapest brand she could find that would fit her. She then started to think about the time when she was in Equestria, living in the castle with Celestia, particularly how she'd been introduced to the ‘throne toilet’ as it was called there and had been so fascinated by it.





On the evening of the day she moved into the castle, Princess Celestia was giving Sunset Shimmer a tour of her new home when she noticed that the young unicorn was bouncing around with a worried look on her face. “Sunset? Do you need to go potty?” She asked the filly who quickly nodded her head. “Very well. Follow me please.”

Reluctantly, Sunset did as she was instructed and she soon found herself inside Celestia’s bedroom.

When Sunset Shimmer got her first glance of Princess Celestia’s bathroom, she let out a loud gasp! It was a lot bigger than the one back when she was still living with her parents. She quickly recognized the bathtub, the sink and even the separate walk-in shower. The only object the young unicorn didn’t recognized was tall, light pink, and appeared to be shaped like a bowl with a fully rounded seat and a lid which was raised at the time. Attached to the back of the bowl was a tank, which featured a shiny gold handle placed off to the left side of it.  She turned her head back over to the princess. “What is that?” She asked, pointing a hoof at the strange object. 

Celestia smiled. “This is a toilet,” She answered. “This is what I use whenever I need to go potty. I guess you've never seen one before, haven’t you?” Sunset shook her head. “Now I know that your parents said that you are able to use a chamber pot, but the toilet is a lot better than using chamber pots. Since this is your first time seeing one, let me explain how it works,” The princess cleared her throat and the young unicorn listened carefully. “All you need is to sit down on the seat, but be careful that you don’t fall in because it is very slippery. Once you feel comfortable, you do what you usually do in a chamber pot,” She then pointed a hoof to a roll of a paper-like substance attached to the nearby wall. “This is toilet paper. Is what you use to clean yourself up when you're all done. After that you put the used rolls into the toilet.”

Celestia paused as her horn lit up and lifted the filly up and placed her on top of the tank of the toilet. “And finally you pull this down to flush, like this.” To demonstrate this, she used her magic to pull down the gold handle.

FWOOSH!

Sunset Shimmer winced as a loud roar reached her ears. When she looked down into the toilet bowl, she saw the water inside was spinning rapidly around and around before turning into a mighty whirlpool! The young unicorn’s eyes widened in surprise as she watched as it swirled down a hole at the bottom of the bowl and disappeared! Then a couple seconds later, it came back as if nothing had happened.

The filly smiled as she looked back at the princess. “Wow!” She loudly cheered.

“I know, right?” Celestia said. “In fact, I believe that someday everypony will have a toilet in their own bathrooms.”

“That might take some time,” Sunset advised. “Everypony will need to understand how it works like I did, and get use to them.”  

“Now that I think about it, you have a good point,” The princess agreed. “After all, I was one of the first to install a modern throne toilet. So, would you like to try using it?”

Sunset Shimmer nodded and from that day forward, she used the throne model toilet whenever she had to go. She was always fascinated seeing it flush after she was done using it. She started to think about what else could be flushed down the toilet. A few weeks later however, she got a chance to find out for herself.





One afternoon, Celestia was running late for a meeting, when she accidentally forgot her crown and when Sunset Shimmer found out, she decided to see if it could be flushed down the toilet. So taking the crown with her magic, she went into Princess Celestia’s bathroom and after closing the door behind her went over to the toilet. When Celestia’s crown landed in the toilet bowl, she pressed the gold handle down with one of her front hooves.

Now realizing that she had forgotten her crown, Celestia ran back to her bedroom as fast as she could! When she arrived, and saw that the door to her bathroom was closed, she at first thought that Sunset was going potty. But upon noticing that her crown was missing and heard a loud splash coming from her bathroom, she realized that Sunset had her crown and went over to the bathroom door. “Sunset?” She called, as she started to knock on the door. “Have you seen my crown anywh-?”

FWOOSH!

Before she could finish her question, Celestia heard the toilet flushing! “Oh-no!” She gasped as she opened the door and ran over to the toilet as quickly as she could. But it was too late! The rapidly spinning water inside the bowl had already became a mighty whirlpool! By the time the princess had reached the toilet, she could only watch as her crown was sucked down through the hole at the bottom of the bowl!

“Princess Celestia? I'm so sorry for flushing your crown.” Sunset Shimmer apologized afterward. “My curiosity got the better of me. I promise I won’t do it again!” The young unicorn was shocked to see the princess smiling.

“It’s okay, Sunset. I understand,” Celestia replied. “This isn’t the first time that something like this happened. Luckily, I have several similar crowns for such emergencies. So I can just wear one of those to the meeting instead.”

This made Sunset feel a lot better. And she even felt more relief when the original crown was eventually retrieved from the sewers. Suffice it to say, Sunset had learned the hard way what not to flush down the toilet.





Just as Sunset Shimmer had snapped out of her daydream, by a stroke of luck, the most unexpected of persons (boy was it weird for Sunset to say that so regularly) showed up. This person looked exactly like Sunset Shimmer. “Hey, you look just like me! You could be my twin sister!” The other Sunset had giggled upon finding her doppleganger.

Groaning, the Sunset not native to this world forced herself to smile. “Well, I don’t know about that, unless we were separated at birth and our parents never told us.”

The native Sunset just replied. “You’re so grumpy all the time. Don’t you have any place to call home?”

“No,” The other Sunset answered. “I have no home to go back to,” A hint of regret crept into her voice as she commented. “I doubt she’d want me back anyway after the way we parted.”

The native Sunset blinked in confusion and asked. “Who’s ‘she’?”

Having realized her mistake, the other Sunset told her human world counterpart. “Nopon… er nobody you need to know about. All you need to know is that I can’t go back to where I came from, and I unfortunately don’t have much in the way of money. I’ve been trying to find someplace where I can live and get by until I can start making money.”

“Well why didn’t you just say so?” The native Sunset smiled! “You can come live with me! I always wanted a sibling, but my parents said I was enough of a handful,” Then she noticed something that had escaped her attention earlier. Namely, what her otherworld counterpart was wearing. “Hey, why are you wearing diapers? Only babies and people who are unable to control their own bodily functions wear diapers.”

The foreign Sunset reluctantly confessed to her native counterpart. “Let’s just say that I have some ‘issues’ and the diapers are the only thing that helps.”

“Well if you’re going to live with me, you’re gonna have to learn how to use a bathroom. Because I’m not changing diapers, and I don’t think my parents will be too keen on it either.” The native Sunset insisted.





So it was that Sunset Shimmer came to stay in the household of the human who was native to the world she was in. This Sunset even had the same family, with some key differences. As there was no “princess” or any sort of royalty that ruled over the land, this Sunset’s mom worked on a cleaning crew at a hotel, and the dad worked for some kind of business.

Just as the native Sunset had said, her parents were quite insistent that if the “other Sunset” as they took to calling their guest was to stay, she was going to have to either change herself or use a bathroom. The non native Sunset chose the latter. It’d be hard to take her seriously in this world if she was wearing something that was only meant for babies. And if she ever came back to Equestria, she didn’t want the first thing ponies saw being her in a diaper.

The only thing that really annoyed Sunset was how her other self practically forced Sunset to be taught by… well… herself.

“Okay, it’s really easy,” The native Sunset instructed the other her. “You take off your diaper. Then you sit on the toilet, making sure you put the lid up and the seat down. And then you just do whatever you need to do, then wipe, flush and wash.”

The foreign Sunset groaned, even though she followed through on every instruction given to her by her other self. “You’re not going to actually watch me the whole time I’m doing this, are you?” She asked.

The human world Sunset Shimmer giggled. “Of course not, silly. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

Left to her own devices, Sunset was able to use a human toilet pretty easily once she got used to sitting on it the way humans did. It sometimes reminded her of the time when she was in Equestria, living in the castle with Celestia, particularly how she’d  been introduced to the “throne toilet” as it was called there and had been so afraid of it. Celestia had reassured her that it was nothing to be afraid of and that someday everypony would have similar models in their own bathrooms (something that Sunset Shimmer hadn’t seen become a reality in her time).

Wiping was definitely not as carefree as it was when she was a unicorn and could just use magic to levitate over the toilet paper to clean up. Doing it by hand was much more of a burden. But she managed.





This “potty training” was thankfully short in its duration. Sunset was out of diapers within a week of beginning the training, and she never again needed to wear them.

But her other self annoying, cheerful presence and desire for friends drove Sunset crazy. It was so difficult to plan her revenge when her other self kept treating her like a sibling. So after Sunset found a good paying job, she left her other self behind. It wouldn’t be until about a year later that she’d learn this world’s version of her was going away to a private school somewhere else, which was fine by Sunset since she was enrolling at Canterlot High. Its location being close to the portal back to Equestria had cemented that decision.

At least her other self had been good for something, though. If not for her, Sunset Shimmer was certain she would not have survived on her own in the human world. Though at the time her ego refused to admit it.
> Dazzling Dependence (Dazzlings)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sonata Dusk couldn’t stop grinning. She’d been looking forward to this for such a long time, even when her fellow sirens turned humans thought she was crazy. But seeing as they’d been stuck in diapers due to a lack of control over their bodily functions, it only made sense to Sonata that they do what all normal humans did to gain that control: Potty training. So she was leading both of her sisters to the bathroom, ignoring the stink eyes they were shooting at her and at each other. Sonata suspected that they weren’t really going to try, but ever since this whole diapering situation had started the youngest siren of the bunch (albeit by only a few minutes) had begun calling most of the shots. So when she said they were going to do potty training there was little either grumpy pants Aria or bossy britches Adagio could do to stop her.

“Hey, come on,” Sonata chiperly encouraged. “We get to go through potty training all over again! Don’t act like it wasn’t fun back in Equestria. And we didn’t have diapers or toilets like we do here in this world.”

Aria Blaze grumbled. “Yeah, it was so much easier. Quite frankly, I’d rather be dead than go through it again. Potty training is for babies, and we’re not babies.”

“Just shut up, Aria.” Adagio Dazzle replied. “If there’s even a chance this could get us back to normal and make it so we don’t have to keep wearing diapers twenty four/seven, then I say it’s worth a shot,” Though she muttered under her breath. “There’s no way this will work.” She didn’t want to discourage Sonata, because when she got discouraged Sonata had a tendency to try even harder to make the impossible possible.

The Dazzlings stopped outside the bathroom they shared between the three of them. “Okay, we’ve only got one toilet and one training potty, so one of us is gonna have to just wait,” Sonata explained. “I’ve got plenty of potty training books to read and games to play. And later on we can watch this really cute potty training video I found. Man, this world has got everything!”

“So, who gets to try?” Aria asked Sonata, wanting it to be over and done as soon as possible.

“Well, it’s my idea, so I’m gonna use the training potty,” Sonata declared, much to the annoyance of both of her sisters who could not believe how childish she was acting. “You can flip a coin, or do rock paper scissors, or whatever it is you wanna use to decide who gets the toilet,” Then she chirped. “Oh, and whoever wins needs to remember to take off their diaper. And don’t worry, we’ll keep at this for as long as we have to until we’re fully trained again.” She strolled into the bathroom with the door swinging shut behind her. It was soon possible to hear the sounds of rustling and crinkling padding, indicating that Sonata was in the process of undoing her diaper before she sat on the training potty.

Aria and Adagio looked across to each other. Despite their truce a few days earlier, they were still not on the best of speaking terms. But Aria just insisted. “I’m not going to humiliate myself for Sonata’s sake over something that’s not gonna work. So you can go in there, sit on the toilet, and let Sonata do whatever she wants to do until she gives up on this stupid potty training idea. You know we don’t have the kind of control necessary to make it work.”

“Whatever,” Adagio replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll try anything if it means we can ditch the diapers. And if I’m doing it, then you’re going to do it.”

“Fine,” Aria groaned. “I guess I’ll play along just this once. Don’t make me regret it.”





So Adagio went into the bathroom while Aria waited outside. Adagio tried not to roll her eyes when she saw Sonata sitting on a training potty that was clearly too small for her. Without even getting up from the training potty, Sonata smiled at her older sister. “Hey, Adage,” She greeted in that stupidly optimistic (and annoying) tone of hers. “The toilet’s right over there. Just take off your diaper and sit down on the seat.”

“Okay, but I’m not reading any of those stupid books.” Adagio protested, strolling towards the toilet and prepared to sit down.

Sonata giggled. “Adage, I told you you have to take off your diaper first. There’s no point in doing potty training if you’re just gonna go in your diapers all the time.”

The eldest siren groaned and cursed under her breath as she fiddled about with the tabs on her diaper. She hated how loudly it crinkled as she slowly slid the padding down her ankles until it unceremoniously dropped to the bathroom floor. Groaning anew, she sat upon the toilet seat (at least Sonata had bothered to put the lid up and the seat down, instead of making Adagio or Aria do it themselves). It definitely felt weird to be sitting on something that she’d first taken for granted upon being banished to this world. “How long do I have to sit here?” She asked Sonata.

 “Until I say you can get up." Sonata replied with a grin.

Adagio groaned anew. “You’re really getting full tilt into this potty training idea, aren’t you? If anything, I should be the one doing the teaching, I’m the oldest. Without me, you and Aria wouldn’t be able to survive.”

Sonata couldn’t help but giggle. “I think Aria might disagree. She says you’re too bossy. And if you ask me, I say she’s too grumpy. You and Aria both need to learn to lighten up and look on the bright side, like I do.”

Adagio scoffed at the suggestion. “What’s the bright side of this? It’s bad enough we’re diaper dependent for could be forever, but now your idea is to treat this like we’re just toddlers who don’t know what the bathroom is or how to use it.”

“Exactly,” The cheerful siren declared. “If we keep thinking we’ll never get out of diapers, then it’s going to be a… whatever it’s called when something you think about comes true,” Then she spoke up. “Ooh, I think I have to go potty, Adagi!” And she blushed a bit. “Uh, you mind maybe looking the other way so I can have some privacy?”

The elder siren reluctantly sighed and obliged. But she nearly gagged when a powerful smell reached her nostrils a short time later! “Gah! Sonata, what did you eat?”

Sonata willingly admitted. “It was Taco Tuesday. And you know about me and tacos. That bib was more accurate than it might have known when it said I was a princess.”

“But I’m the one with the throne,” Adagio declared, sounding kind of jealous (and she probably was). “So, what? Are you gonna make me clean you up now?”

Sonata shook her head as she got up from the training potty. “Nu-uh. I can do that myself, because I’m a big girl now,” And then she smiled! “Ooh, you know what I forgot: The potty charts! Every time we’re successful we can put a gold star on our charts, and every time we don’t make it we can put a stormy cloud on them! Guess I’ll have to remember for next time.”





As Adagio continued to sit on the toilet, she couldn’t help but scoff at the fact that Sonata had not only actually used the training potty, but was using wet wipes to clean herself up instead of toilet paper. “I just love the scent the wipes give off. It’s so refreshing,” She declared and then tossed the used wipes into the trash. She then told Adagio. “You can get up now if you want, I’m gonna have to empty out my potty.”

“Fine by me,” Adagio insisted as she got up. “It was getting boring just sitting around and doing nothing.”

“I gave you books and games,” Sonata replied, grabbing the training potty. “I didn’t buy them so you could not use them. I swear, Adage, sometimes you’re more of a grumpy grump than Aria is.”

Adagio Dazzle remarked while pulling her diaper back up (she knew she hadn’t gone and detested Sonta checking her just to be sure). “Forgive me if I decide I don’t like acting like a toddler. And you’d better not force us to undergo this at school. It’s bad enough the principal and vice principal know about our ‘situation’.”

Sonata Dusk dumped the contents of the training potty into the toilet as she just replied. “Well you know, we’re not the only ones who came here from another world. That Sunset Shimmer girl did too, and she doesn’t wear diapers. Maybe we could ask her what she did to graduate from them.”

“I somehow doubt she was as unlucky as us and had to be diaper dependent,” Adagio groaned. “And I’m not about to ask her if she did. Having her find out would be the worst! Just imagine what she’d do to us if she knew of our secret.”

Sonata only grinned in reply. “You really think she’d do that? Everyone says she’s changed and that she’s not a mean girl anymore. Besides, it can’t be worse than what Vice-Principal Luna once did to you and Aria.” She then set the training potty back down and flushed the toilet, making everything that had just been put into it disappear.

Adagio’s cheeks flushed red again. “Don’t remind me! If you tell a single solitary soul, you’re dead!”

“I won’t, Adage. Have a little faith in me,” Sonata replied and washed her hands. “I guess today’s not a potty day for you. Oh well, as the saying goes ‘There’s always next time.”

But Adagio simply stormed out of the bathroom. She’d had enough of this humiliating and embarrassing display, and wanted no further part in it. “At least knowing Aria has to go through this too makes me feel a little bit better about it all,” She thought to herself. “Now I’ve gotta find out how to make sure Sonata can’t show that potty training video to us later.”

Aria Blaze reluctantly walked into the bathroom when Adagio came out. “Okay, so I just take off my diaper and then sit on the toilet, right?” She asked Sonata (who had finished washing her hands in the sink).

Sonata Dusk eagerly nodded. “Yup. Although, the training potty’s also an option if you wanna use it instead.”

“Nah,” Aria replied, shaking her head. “There’s no way I’m going to be caught dead using something so… so… infantile.”

Sonata blinked. “What’s ‘infantile’ mean, Ari? You and Adage keep saying it, and I don’t know what it means.”

Aria just groaned and cursed under her breath. “Nevermind! I thought you were just playing dumb, but you really don’t know what it means! Seriously, how did I ever get stuck with a scatterbrain like you and Little Miss Bossy Pants Adagio for sisters?”

The youngest siren only giggled. “Ah, don’t be like that, Ari. Ooh, maybe you’re just grouchy ‘cause you already went potty and didn’t have time to take off your diaper. It’s okay, I’m here for you now.”

Aria practically eeped when Sonata gave her an unrequested and unexpected diaper check! “What did you do that for? Don’t you think I’d know if I did anything in my diaper?”

“Well I just thought I’d check,” Sonata insisted. “You’re still clean though, so go ahead and have a seat on the toilet. And remember, you can’t get up until I say you can get up.”





But Aria Blaze had a different idea in mind. She’d been in a bad mood today, and Sonata’s sudden diaper check had only made things worse. So the middle siren’s face began to morph into a rather unusual (almost sadistic, you might say) grin.

“Uh, why are you giving me that face?” Sonata asked Aria. “Are you feeling okay, Aria?”

“I will be, once I do this!” Aria declared as she reached out and grabbed her fellow siren by the head!

Sonata began to scream in pain! “Ow! Ari! Stop it, that really hurts!”

Aria refused to loosen her grip. “Yeah? Well this is gonna hurt even worse. And it’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt me, I’m glad to say,” She proceeded to drag a squirming Sonata across the bathroom floor, shoving the younger siren face first into the toilet bowl! And Aria wasn’t content with a mere soak. So, she shoved Sonata’s head as far down the bowl as it possibly could.

Sonata couldn’t say anything, she had to focus on holding her breath so she wouldn’t inhale toilet water. Try as hard as she might, she was unable to overpower Aria.

“Since I can’t actually flush you down the drain, this is the next best thing!” Aria declared as she used her free hand to reach over to the lever on the tank of the toilet, even though she knew her fellow siren couldn’t say anything in reply. “This is what I think of your silly potty training idea!” Then she pressed it down as hard as she could!

Sonata Dusk was subjected to a severe swirly, and upon being yanked free from the toilet bowl by Aria she was completely soaked. “I’m gonna tell Adagio you’re being a poopy head!” She sniffled. “And you know what poopy heads like you get?”

 “You can’t do anything to me, Sonata!” Aria roared back! “And neither can Adagio! If I ever get out of diapers, it’s going to be on my terms and nobody else’s!” Her rant was cut off as a sudden, strong smell reached her nostrils! “What the?”

Now Sonata was starting to giggle uncontrollably. “I didn’t mean it literally when I called you a poopy head, Aria! Maybe if you hadn’t been bullying me, you could’ve actually gone poo poo in the toilet and become a big girl, just like me.”

The stinky siren grumbled and snorted. “You don’t know that! This doesn’t prove a thing!”

“Oh, then I guess you won’t mind staying in that dirty diaper for a while?” Sonata not so innocently asked (she didn’t go along with her sister's schemes because she had no choice). “I’m not gonna change you after that swirly you gave me. But I think Adagio might be willing to do it, for a price.”

“I can change myself, you know! Just give me the supplies!” Aria demanded. “And I’m....” She struggled to force the next words out. “Sorry I gave you a swirly, Sonata. And I’m sorry if Adagio and I weren’t cooperating on this potty training idea of yours.”

Sonata only replied. “Hey, it’s okay. We can’t all be big girls like me. But I’ll be here for you and for Adagio until we’ve all mastered potty training. And who knows, maybe someday we’ll go back to how we were before we came to this world?”

Aria just grumbled. “Let’s hope that day comes sooner rather than later,” And she protested. “Remember, you can’t tell a soul about this. And we’re NOT playing along outside the house!”

“Fine, go it alone,” Sonata somewhat smiled, and then turned to the cabinet where she’d stored the changing supplies, eyeing the pull-ups she’d bought. “We’ll just see who gets to wear the big girl panties first.”

“Pull-ups are still diapers, you dweeb.” Aria groaned.

“Nu-uh, they’re totally different!” Sonata protested. “They don’t hold as much as diapers do, which is why we’re not gonna wear ‘em until we can go for a long enough period of time without leaving puddles or making messes.”

Aria just sighed, realizing it was no use arguing with Sonata as the young siren retrieved the changing supplies to give to Aria.





After the change was complete and the old diaper tossed away (with its contents flushed down the toilet), Sonata and Aria washed their hands in the bathroom sink and then exited the bathroom.

An impatient and frustrated Adagio Dazzle was waiting for them. “Well it’s about time.”

“Ah, did you have a change of heart and wanna try to go potty?” Sonata half asked/half teased Adagio.

Adagio blushed and roared! “No! Never in a million years!” And she looked at Sonata as she demanded! “Where’s that potty training video you mentioned?! I couldn’t find it anywhere!”

Sonata giggled. “Oh, are you silly, Adage. It’s not a real video like you could find on the t.v. It’s online, on the computer,” And she grinned. “I’m gonna show it to you and Aria later. I made sure to memorize the title so I wouldn’t forget it. It’s got everything! They even do songs!”

“Do you always have to act like a child?!” Aria groaned in annoyance!

Sonata just replied with a smile and a wink. “Hey, don’t be like that. By the end, I think you two will like the video even more than I did! I tell ya, this world has got it all! I don’t know if I’ll ever wanna go back to Equestria.”

Aria and Adagio could only share mutual looks of annoyance, frustration, and resignation to their fate. At least until this all blew over and they were diaper free, they were unfortunately at the mercy of the youngest of them’s child like approach. They could only hope that it wouldn’t be too long. Because they weren’t sure they could survive months of being treated like big toddlers.

An unaware Sonata simply waddled away, not even bothering to hide her diaper that bounced and crinkled with every step she took. “Oh, I can’t wait to show them that video! And maybe we can practice getting our voices back by singing the song in it. I’m sure I can find the lyrics somewhere.” She thought to herself, as she went to retrive her laptop.

While Sonata was away, Adagio whispered to Aria. “We both agree we’re never going to speak of this after this is over, right?”

Aria nodded. At least that was something she and Adagio could both agree on. It was perhaps the one silver lining to this embarrassing streak that they were stuck in for the time being.
> Babs Seed's Bad Night (Babs Seed)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Babs Seed hadn’t expected her dreams to be taken over by a rather bored Princess Luna. In fact, she hadn’t been expecting for Princess Luna to appear in her dreams at all. Maybe if her dreams had been normal or circumstances had been different, that would’ve been the case and she would’ve woken up feeling no different than when she had gone to sleep (hopefully).

Alas, the one time bully who had long since mended her ways and had solved her own bullying problem at home, would be subjected to the whims of a dream patrolling princess that was inspired in the most unusual and unexpected of ways.

It all started not in the dreams of Babs Seed, but in the dreams of Princess Celestia. It hadn’t been long since her visit from Nanny De Foal where she had been used as a demonstrator for foals on how to use the potty. The experience was sticking with her, try as she might to get it out of her head. And it seemed that her sister would much rather exploit the odd dreams happening as a result, rather than try to help.

The dream always started the same way, Princess Celestia finding herself alone in her private bathroom. And tonight’s dream was no exception. Almost as if she operated on auto pilot, she found herself being drawn to a brightly pink colored toilet that was rather large (almost too large in fact). The princess waddled her way towards the pink throne, hindered by the diaper that always materialized out of nowhere (or so it seemed). “Here we go again,” She thought to herself. “I wonder what Luna will do to me this time.” It was at this point that she could expect her younger sister to show up and hijack the dream, molding it into a variety of experiences that were quite humiliating.

Celestia got her answer as soon as she stood before the toilet, preparing to climb onto the seat. Without warning, teeth appeared all around it and it reared forward, roaring and screeching like some kind of monster! If not for the bright pink coloring, it might have actually been terrifying.

And then, who should appear atop the tank of this monster toilet but Princess Luna in all her glory? And she was cackling with glee. “Oh, what’s wrong, sis? Don’t tell me little Tia is scared of the potty monster.”

Princess Celestia frowned and snorted. As expected as these sort of dream pranks had become they were still not tolerable in the slightest. “Oh shut it, Luna! I knew it was you! There’s no such thing as a potty monster!”

Now it was Luna’s turn to frown. “Oh, you’re no fun at all, sister! Why can’t you just let me be the big sister for once?”

Celestia would hear none of it. “Haven’t you already meddled in my dreams enough, Luna? Just because I don’t patrol the dream realm like you doesn’t mean I don’t have control over my dreams. Maybe I need to demonstrate that fact to you.”

Luna was most surprised to suddenly find herself inside the monster toilet bowl. “What? How is this possible?”

Celestia just looked down at her sister. “It’s my dream, so I can do whatever I want!” She told Luna Now stop bothering me, I’m tired of you trying to treat me like a toddler all the time! Go find somepony else’s dreams to monitor!” And she pushed down the handle of the dream toilet.

Try as she might, Luna found that she lacked the power to regain control over her sister’s dreams. The flush ultimately served as a mechanism by which she was expelled from Celestia’s dream entirely. Even though she knew her sister couldn’t hear her anymore, she still stuck out her tongue. “What a party pooper! So I wanna have a little fun with her, is that so wrong? It’s not like I’m slacking off on my duties, I have to monitor everypony’s dreams and intervene when something is off.”

But what was done had been done and couldn’t be undone, so Luna was now forced to seek out another way to alleviate her boredom. She probably wouldn’t find dreams as interesting or unusual as her sister’s, but there were still always plenty of nightmares for her to battle (though after a while, the intensity of it started to become a routine).





Babs Seed had no way to know what had been going on between the royal sisters as she was entering her own dream. All she knew was that it started out unmemorable, progressing like a typical day for her but much faster. Suddenly, though, the filly was excusing herself and the scene was rapidly changing. In the blink of an eye she was in her bathroom. And though she wasn’t wearing anything, she felt the odd urge that something was off. Like her body and her mind were trying to tell her something, though what it was she had no idea. So the filly ignored it, making her way towards the toilet.

It was at this moment that Princess Luna happened upon the dream. She had chosen to intervene upon sensing something was off, and her many years of experience in the dream world told her immediately what was going on. When a little one’s dream mind started thinking about the bathroom and about toilets, it usually meant only one thing. Now she needed some way to make her presence known. Recalling her earlier dream prank on her sister, which had ultimately backfired, a rather naughty idea came to the alicorn’s mind.

Babs was ready to climb onto the toilet seat and sit down, but that was when it happened! The toilet suddenly transformed and reared back its head, bearing razor sharp teeth that looked like a mouth! She eeped and stepped back as this porcelain monster roared at the top of its lungs! The frightened filly screamed and whimpered in fright, shaking considerably. Upon realizing her mistake, Luna quickly popped up inside the dream monster toilet bowl. “Child, my sincerest apologies!” She pleaded! “I didn’t mean to scare you so.”

Upon hearing Princess Luna’s voice, Babs Seed reluctantly looked up as the princess of the night emerged from the toilet bowl and stood before the filly looking none the worse for wear. The toilet had transformed back to its normal state and now stood silent in its usual spot.

“P-Princess Luna?” She whimpered as she struggled to regain her composure. “Wait, you mean that was you just now?”

Luna nodded in confession. “I wanted to find a way to get your attention so that I could make my presence known. And I’m afraid I was feeling a tad inspired by an incident with my sister earlier in the night. I hope I didn’t startle you too much.”

Babs replied by blowing her mane’s bangs out of her eyes. “Eh, I probably would’ve gotten over it eventually. I learned long ago that if there were any monsters in my house, I could scare ‘em off pretty easily,” Then she pondered. “But what are yous doin’ in my dreams? I didn’t think I was having a bad dream or anything. Was I?”

The princess shook her head. “You were not. However, there is something I wanted to ask of you: Have you been having any…” She coughed into a hoof as she tried to delicately put it. “‘Issues’ at night?”

Babs Seed’s earlier confidence seemed to leave her as she reluctantly confessed. “Well, I know yous won’t say anything or think any less of me. So yeah, I kind of have been. It ain’t anythin’ serious, but my folks have been forcing me to wear pull-ups to bed for protection. It’s embarrassing! And the worst part is, it’s totally inconsistent! One night I’ll be perfectly dry, the next night I’m all but soaked. It makes no sense.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of or annoyed by, child,” Luna said and reached out a hoof to comfort the filly. “I have known many bed wetters over the years. Many of them grew out of it all on their own in time. I know you won’t be any different. Soon, your body will adapt and gain the control necessary to make it through the night without having accidents.”

“I know, I know, that’s what everypony keeps saying,” Babs deeply sighed. “But it’s still annoying and embarrassing. And it feels like no matter what I do it just comes and goes whenever it wants to.”

Luna then offered. “Well, if it really bothers you that much, there is something I can try to do to help you. It’s a bit unusual, and I haven’t done it very often. It sort of involves what I did earlier. It’s called dream training, and the intent is to try and help you realize when you have to go so that you can wake up in time.”

The filly was all too eager to agree! “If it means my folks will stop puttin’ me in pull-ups every night, I’m willing to try anything!”

The princess of the night then declared. “Okay then. We can start the training tomorrow night.”

Babs shot Princess Luna a puzzled look. “Why not tonight? I’m ready now.”

But Luna only shook her head. “I’m afraid my intervention was not in time, and the earlier introduction had the opposite intended effect. You are unfortunately already wet.”

“What? Really? Aw, that’s a bummer,” Babs declared. “I didn’t even feel it happening.”

“Most children who wet the bed don’t, I’m afraid,” Luna acknowledged. “That’s why time is the best remedy, because they need time to learn to identify the warning signals,” Then she added. “But I will wake you up so that you can be changed.”

Babs awoke mere seconds after Princess Luna had said that, and sure enough the familiar damp sensation in her pull-up made her realize that the princess had been right. So it was time for a change, and the filly was glad that her parents trusted her enough to let her do it all on her own.
> Operation P.O.T.T.Y (Bon Bon)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Special Agent Sweetie Drops, who went under the cover name of Bon Bon, had been given a new top secret assignment to undertake. One might find it odd that she was a secret agent at such a young age, but almost from birth the little filly had a seemingly unnatural ability to blend in with any crowd. She was a hide and go seek champion, and more than once her parents had lost her out in public when she waddled away, because she was just that good at being like everypony else.

Yet it seemed like there was one thing that always kept giving the young agent in training away. It was what she wore around her rump for “protection” as her superiors always said. Protection from “what” she didn’t understand. Wasn’t she protected enough as it was with her disguise and her abilities? What more protection could a secret agent really need? Besides, what good would something so big and so poofy do her when it not only gave her away but always hindered her escape?

So it was that Sweetie Drops (continuing to go by her cover name of Bon Bon) decided to ditch the accursed padded undergarments that were known as diapers. Apparently, there was something known as pull-ups that were similar to diapers but less restrictive. If she was going to have to wear something around her rump for “protection” she would much rather have one of those pull-ups so her movement would be greater.

There was just one not so small catch. These pull-ups were meant for big ponies. You couldn’t just ask for them, you had to prove you were worthy of wearing them. And the only way to do that was to undergo what was known as potty training.

Naturally, Bon Bon asked her parents if she could begin potty training and be granted permission to wear pull-ups. She was sure they would say yes. She had heard her parents talk about how they were starting to tire of changing her during her “missions” and the earth pony had found that the sounds and smells she made whenever she had to “go” were really distracting. No wonder it seemed like more and more of her missions were ending with her being captured.

Potty training would be a win-win for everypony, at least that’s what the little filly thought. But her parents told her. “You’re not quite ready yet, Bon Bon. You need to go longer without using your diapers before we can justify training you.”

Bon Bon snorted upon receiving such a reply. She was so sure she was ready. What did it matter if she was using her diapers? As soon as she was potty trained that wouldn’t be an issue, and the foal was certain that if she wanted to keep the pull-ups she would wear afterwards she’d have to continue to use the potty.

Well, if her parents didn’t think she was ready then she would just have to prove them wrong. She would have to make it clear to them that “Bon Bon” deserved to be potty trained, and it wasn’t just foals being foals and being curious about things they didn’t understand. So just like that, she gave herself the assignment of figuring out how to master (or at least somewhat master) potty training enough to get her parents to change their minds.





It took some time for the secret agent to acquire enough intel for her assignment. She had to figure out what the potty was and where it was before she could use it. Taking advantage of her great hiding skills and ability to blend in, Special Agent Sweetie Drops used her Bon Bon alias to again go undercover.

Having heard unusual noises from the bathroom, Bon Bon investigated by way of crawling inside unseen whenever either of her parents entered (because it seemed to her that whenever one of her parents went into it, the unusual noises usually followed). She took great care not to be discovered. Never once did she blow her cover as she watched from afar. Soon, the foal started to piece together an idea of what she was up against. As it turned out, the potty appeared to be some kind of a chair (the grown-ups loosely mentioned a throne, but it hardly looked like one. No throne she knew had a bowl like shape to the bottom). The seat had a round opening, and the lid on the top was likely for covering the opening of the seat. And attached to the back of it was a strange looking tank which has something long, gleaming and silver that produced a roar if pressed down. Next to it was a paper like substance that was apparently used for cleaning.

Using it seemed simple enough, and getting to the bathroom to use the potty wouldn’t be much of a challenge. Heck, the door never seemed to close just right, it always had to be shut manually to completely seal off the room. The only obstacle that had to be overcome for Sweetie Drops was finding a way onto the seat. The young earth pony knew that she didn’t come up to it enough to just sit on it like her parents did. And she doubted she could just jump up to it with how slippery the seat looked.

The answer soon came to the observant undercover agent in what was surely a stroke of genius. A well worn, wooden stool that had clearly seen better days. She mostly used it to brush her teeth before bed since it allowed her to look in her bathroom mirror. If the height boost was great enough to put her almost on level with her bathroom mirror if she stood on the very tips of her hooves, then it could surely elevate her enough to climb onto the seat. From there it would be a simple matter to do what needed to be done. And as an added bonus, the roar that came from the potty if that silver device was pressed would be certain to draw her parents to the scene. This time she would actually want to be discovered, because she would have something for them to discover.

And so the plan was set into motion. The operation would commence as soon as Bon Bon could find enough of a window of time to sneak to the bathroom undetected. A premature discovery would ruin everything.





Days went by after Bon Bon had finished collecting all the necessary intel, and her plan had been rehearsed in her head so much that she knew it by heart. Yet now it seemed fate was conspiring against her, because her parents were never leaving her long enough for her to have even a chance to sneak away.

But then suddenly, the chance came and the foal decided to seize on the rare opportunity she had been afforded! She was roused from her sleep sometime during the night, feeling a faint but now familiar urge (another part of her spy work had involved learning about the signals her body gave off when it was time to “go”) deep down inside her. Taking but a moment to adjust to the darkness, a friend to any special agent, Bon Bon used her incredible strength to rip her padding off completely, knowing that it would just get in the way and slow her down. She didn’t even care that her bottom was now exposed to the open air, it actually felt kind of liberating.

Squeezing her way through the wooden bars that held her captive, Bon Bon plopped to the ground and took off! “Special Agent Sweetie Drops Mission Log, starting… sometime at night,” She whispered to herself as she trotted along. “I’ve been woken from sleep to undergo the training and will report on the success of my attempt shortly. No sign of the enemy.”

From her bedroom, the foal crawled down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as she had smurized the door was open ajar, her ticket inside. Bon Bon did so, though her hopes for a quick trip were dashed upon discovering that the bathroom itself was dark too. Only the faint glow of a night light which was plugged into the wall between the sink and the toilet illuminated her surroundings at all, otherwise she would’ve had to abandon the mission. “I have entered the lair and about to climb onto the seat,” Bon Bon continued to whisper to herself. “It seems that somepony was here before me. Though who, I do not know.”

After pushing her step stool as close to the toilet as she could possibly hope to do, the young filly made her attempt. She was just able to grasp the edge of the toilet seat with her hooves. Not only was it slippery  and surprisingly cold, it was a lot bigger than she’d been expecting, sitting on the edge of the seat only meant that her rump wasn’t hovering over the opening above the bowl. She’d have to scoot back. Since the seat was very slippery, Bon Bon knew that she had to be careful. If she went too far, she would tumble into the waters below. She’d already taken a bath tonight, she didn’t need another.

Steadying herself, Sweetie Drops tried to move her rump back on the toilet seat. It was a task easier said than done when even the slightest movement felt like a battle not to slide off (either onto the floor or into the water), and it also didn’t help that the urge from earlier was now no longer faint. She’d been ignoring it for some time, which had allowed it to build up inside of her and grow stronger with each passing minute! She knew she didn’t have much time left before her body would operate entirely on auto-pilot! Would she make it in time?

The darkness did make it quite difficult to judge, but eventually Bon Bon was sure she could scoot back no longer without falling in. “I’ve assumed what I believe to be the proper position,” She declared even though no one could hear her. Not even the urge could snap her out of her imagined scenario. “I can only hope there’s nothing that my intel reports and recon missions failed to notice.” Only a minute or so after she had said this, Bon Bon felt her body’s natural instincts take over. Her tail hiked up, and the silence was broken as a series of quite audible splashes could be heard, to say nothing of the familiar smell. 

The little filly felt rather emboldened, but didn’t look down because the darkness made it impossible to see (and because she didn’t want to risk falling in). “The training appears to have been successful,” She announced aloud, though not too loud. “All that remains is to report to my superiors.” Then she tried to stand up to reach over to the handle she knew was there, but trying to move her hooves didn’t feel right. The slippery seat threatened to make her lose her balance! So rather than risk that outcome, Sweetie Drops slowly but carefully scooted across the seat until she was able to position herself next to the handle. The silver outline of it could just be made out in the dark. Reaching out with all her might, she pulled it down!

Without a warning, there was a loud roar as the bowl rumbled ominously beneath Bon Bon! She didn’t realize how hard she had pulled, as she found herself holding onto just the handle as she dangled above the bowl!

Suddenly, light flooded the bathroom! “Bon Bon!” Two familiar voices gasped as they rushed over, a pair of hooves quickly pulled the frightened foal off the toilet while another grabbed some of the paper substance and started to use it on her bottom.

“Mom! Dad!” Bon Bon declared as her earlier fright left her. “I did it! I have mastered potty training! I am ready for pull-ups.”

But the foal’s parents were not so impressed. “Bon Bon, you scared us half to death!” Her father lectured! “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”

“It’s great that you want to be a big pony and prove that you can do big pony things,” Her mother added. “But this is not how you show us that you’re ready to learn about the potty.”

“So, this means no more pull-ups?” Bon Bon asked, dismayed that her mission had not ended with the roaring success and praise for a job well done that she’d been expecting. She didn’t mean to scare her parents, she just wanted to prove to them that she was ready to be a big pony.

“Not yet, Bon Bon,” Her father said as he finished wiping his daughter clean and deposited the used rolls of paper into the toilet. “At least, not before your mother and I buy you a training potty. We can’t risk another scare like this. A training potty is acceptable for a foal your age, the big potty is not.” Upon hearing Bon Bon sigh, he and his wife looked at each other for a few seconds. Realizing now that Bon Bon had went to great lengths to try using the big potty, they decided that they might as well make it up to their daughter. 

Bon Bon was quite surprised when her father lifted her up and moved her closer to the silver handle. “Since you went in the big potty, why don’t you do the honor of flushing it?” He told his confused daughter. This made the foal smile. Despite having to hear it again, she could be able to see why the big potty made that loud roar since the bathroom light was on. So she reached out a hoof and pressed down the handle.

Bon Bon heard the loud roar once again as she looked down into the bowl. The water was spinning rapidly around and around. The young earth pony watched in amazement as it suddenly turned into a dizzying whirlpool which took the toilet paper, and sucked it down through a hole at the bottom of the bowl! After a few seconds, the water swirled down the drain and disappeared!

After having her hooves washed by her parents, Bon Bon was taken back to her bedroom and once she was tucked in, she fell fast asleep, dreaming about being a big pony and going on big pony missions.
> Training with a Twist (Tempest Shadow)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

New Horizons was a village that had an excellent view up towards the great city of Canterlot. The fillies and colts were never made aware of how everypony there was an orphan. From the youngest foal to the eldest mare or stallion. However, there did come a time when the village elders would tell the young mares and stallions of the village’s ‘secret’. But all who knew were warned against ruining the ‘Happy Herd’ that still believed all were part of one great whole.

Homes in New Horizons were built and assigned by the town’s elders. Most were occupied by ‘siblings’ who had assigned ‘caretakers’ to guide them into adulthood. The caretakers had their own home within a short gallop range from the children they oversaw.

The New Horizons Nursery was the closest one would ever find any sign of the town serving as one large orphanage. It is here that three unicorn friends: Spring Rain, Glitter Drops and Fizzlepop Berrytwist were starting on their journey to having their very own homes within the village.

“Hey, Spring Rain!” An energetic unicorn who was clad in only a diaper called. “Where’s Fizzy Twister?”

Spring Rain, who could easily be believed to be the eager unicorn’s twin sister, stopped her playful headbutting of a large ball upon hearing her name called. “Glitty Drops?” She asked, before finding herself sitting down on a far squishier diaper than she had remembered it being. “Oh!” She suddenly remembered. “Fizzy is going to use the potty.”

“The potty?” Glitter Drops thought, before seeing the giant ball and sparking her youthful horn to see if, just maybe, it would improve on her ability to move it. “Why Fizzy Twister not play magic ball game?”

Spring Rain sparked her horn as she head bonked the large ball back towards her friend. “Fizzy say potty important,” She replied. “Fizzy says using potty make magics better faster.”

“But she not here?” Glitter Drops asked with confusion as her focus on the ball and using her magic kept her from realizing she was now using her diaper the same way Spring Rain had earlier. “This magic play practices?

Spring Rain continued to keep her focus on her horn, the ball, and how she would get it moved telekinetically back to Glitter Drops. “You know Fizzy,” She replied while feeling the ball push back towards her friend with just a bit less effort than before. “She no focus like we do.”

Glitter Drops felt the ball be a bit less difficult to roll back to Spring Rain. “We her friends?” She thought with a hint of worry. What if Fizzy was already forgetting about them.

“We are,” Spring Rain assured her friend as the ease of pushing the ball seemed a bit less this time. “But she says potty help improve magics.”

The sound of grown-up hoof steps soon came into the playroom. “Hello, Glitter Drops,” A female pony greeted. “Hello, Spring Rain.”

Both foals looked towards one of their unicorn caretakers with open eyes and wide smiles. “Hello, Nanny Fruity!” The two replied while gesturing towards the ball. “See what we do?”

The white coated mare with lime-green hair nodded in approval before using her magic to levitate the foals in the air. “I also see that you both made a little magic in your diapers too,” She giggled. “Remember that putting all your attention on horn magic makes you forget about other things your body is trying to tell you.”

The young fillies blushed as they became instantly aware of how much they were not paying attention to the rest of their bodies. This was soon followed by a tummy rumbling duet as they became aware of how they had skipped snack time.

“Sorry, Nanny Fruity,” Spring Rain pouted.

“Got too into ball magics.” Glitter Drops added.

The nanny just nodded and gave a warm smile. “It’s alright,” She replied. “We’ll get you both cleaned up and then get you both a snack before naptime.”

The unicorn caretaker then pulled a saddle-like covering from her saddle bag, placed it on top of her back, and levitated the two foals onto the saddle-like covering. “By the way?” She asked them. “Have either of you seen Fizzlepop? She’s normally with you two and I saw no sign of her between the nanny’s room and here.”

The unicorns frowned as the answer reminded them of their current situation.

“Fizzy is going potty.” Glitter Drops replied sadly.

“She be big filly,” Spring Rain glumly added. “We still foals.”

Nanny Fruits Basket felt alarmed. Each part of the large nursery had multiple washrooms with modernized toilets, sinks and baths. However she could not alarm the foals on her back by showing panic. She also couldn’t risk a rash, if one had not already formed, on Spring Rain and/or Glitter Drops. All she could do was hope another nanny found the remaining foal of the group, before the overly ambitious filly got herself in some real trouble.





The washroom that Fizzlepop had come to was the furthest away from all the known nanny patrol routes. It featured a stall-style shower, a simple sink with no foal-friendly stepping stools, and the target of her mission. This being a modern-aged, throne-style toilet. “Okay,” She said aloud. “It times I go from foal to big filly!”

Even as a foal, FB was quite the strategist. Though the caretakers in the village nursery always took extra effort in encouraging those in their care to, “Be their best to inspire the rest!”. It was now time for Fizzlepop to show her friends how magic and the potty could be mastered together.

However, as per regulations, the toilet lid was down and little Berrytwist knew that proper potty use meant the lid should be up to show the watery depths that were meant for what her lower-half had been using her diapers for.

Fizzlepop’s young mind went about imagining all the ways in which she could safely lift that lid. However time was running out as her bladder and bowel muscles gave her what the caretaker’s referred to as: “The tell tale signs that it is potty time.”.

“Okay,” Fizzlepop said while managing to hold enough magic in her horn to pull away the tabs of her diaper. “Step one done,” The confines of the diaper had helped maintain a comfortable temperature around little Berrytwist’s hindquarters. The sudden change in how the air felt against her lower half only served to increase the pressures she was told needed to be held until finding a nanny and getting help to use the potty. “Oopsie.” She said aloud, upon realizing she had missed some very important steps. Though she wanted to show she was strong, powerful, and ready to show her undiapered flanks to the world. Plus, as the most daring of the trio of herself, Spring and Glitter, she needed to keep up her reputation.

GURGLE-CHURN

FWOOF

“Tail rise means potty surprise!” She cried with fear upon recalling more of the potty training lessons that Nanny Fruits Basket, Nanny Kimono and Nanny Hot Springs had told all foals who were ready for ditching their diapers, and prepared to really start their magical training.

Fizzlepop eyed her target and knew she needed to not only lift the upper lid but also pull herself up onto the sides of the ‘potty pool’ in order to properly do what needed done.

“Special seat avoids wet feet,” Echoed in Berrytwist’s mind as she sparked her horn. This was another step she forgot in ‘The Potty Plan’ where one of the nannies would levitate a special covering so potty training foals did not fall into where their ‘icky-yucky stuff’ went.

FLICK SLAM!

It would have been a sight to see as Fizzlepop mustered enough magic to use her horn to lift the lid of the toilet, throw it back against the back of the throne-like porcelain tank, and find her front hooves and head dangling just barely above the water inside the toilet bowl, her barrel teetering on the outer rim and her hindquarters scrambling as she did not know whether to pull herself up or lower herself down!





Luckily, as this happened, Nanny Fruits Basket had managed to, calmly, play ‘Hide & seek’ with the freshly cleaned and diapered Spring Rain and Glitter Drops to find their purple-coated friend in the ‘Staff Only’ washroom.

“Found you!” The two foals cheered as they saw only the rear of their friend squirming over the toilet.

Nanny Fruits Basket tried very hard to hold back her worry for Fizzlepop’s well-being. Unfortunately her friends’ loud outburst scared the ‘stuff’ out of Fizzlepop before she plummeted horn first into the ‘deep end’ of the watery bowl.

SPLOOSH

THUNK

The two friends sitting atop the nanny’s back couldn’t help but laugh as Fizzlepop plopped into the potty to show only a set of hind legs kicking about while bubbly gurgles came from within.

SHING

SQUOO-LOP-WHOOSH

The nanny managed to remain calm as she gently wiggled the stuck foal from the watery depths, sat her gently upon the floor and used a nearby towel to help dry the shivering, daredevil unicorn off.

Spring Rain and Glitter Drops were laughing so hard at all the silly sounds and sights that they fell off of the nanny’s back. Fortunately their thick diapers cushioned their fall as they simply just rolled on the floor with a massive case of the giggles.

“Need some help?” A white coated unicorn who had red hair and strawberry-red eyes asked.

Fruits Basket sighed as she too tried to hide a snicker from escaping her muzzle. “Kimono,” she said as calmly as she could. “Could you take Spring Rain and Glitter Drops off to the napping room? I need to get little Fizzlepop cleaned up.”

Kimono took in the scene before her and knew this was one that needed her to ask no further questions.

SHING

FWOO

CRI-CRINKLE PLOP

“Okay you two,” Kimono cooed as she brought the giggling duo onto her back. “It’s nappy nap-nap time!”

Neither of the unicorns complained as Kimono couldn’t even help but let out a little snort, for what she knew Fruits Basket needed to ‘take care of’. “Good luck,” She called as straight-faced as possible. “And you’ll get the potty down soon enough, Fizzy!”

As Kimono left, Fruits Basket found the discarded diaper and used it to clean up what had fallen on the floor in front of the toilet. She then removed all her nanny supplies, levitated Fizzlepop in her magic and entered into the shower stall to wash the frightened young foal (who was shivering from her scary experience and from how her mane and coat were drenched in cold, icky toilet water). “Don’t worry, Fizzy,” She assured the foal as warm water and lavender scented soap found its way upon the young filly’s body. “It’s brave ponies like you who will go on to change the world. And to be honest, I don’t mind changing a few more diapers if it means not getting your horn stuck inside a toilet bowl, or worse.”

The foal said nothing. She just felt herself grow tired as the warm water, lavender scent, and soft scrubbing of the nanny put her to sleep. If she had just remembered all the steps and had planned around them, she wouldn’t have fallen in. Next time would be different, and she couldn’t wait to show her friends just how magical potty training could be.
> Staying in the Lane (Thunderlane)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

One would never have guessed from looking at Thunderlane, second only to Rainbow Dash as one of the most promising Wonderbolts recruited in recent years, that he wasn’t always the best. Long before he became a big brother to Rumble and thus had an example to set, Thunderlane had been an unhealthy child.

From birth and throughout his foalhood, Thunderlane was sickened often with ailments that his parents swore he was picking up from his peers. It would start with a cough or a faint sniffle, and within days he would be confined to bed while his parents worried themselves about taking care of him.

The pegasus’ earliest years seemed to be marked more by trips to the doctor and visits from nurses than the usual joys and adventures little ones tended to have. And to make matters worse, the constant state of sickness seemed to hinder his growth. He was underweight, below average in size for a colt of his age, and worst of all he couldn’t fly. His wings seemed to develop slowly, and whenever he tried to use them (always at the encouragement of his parents) it would end with a lot of straining and little to show for it.

Although Thunderlane did gradually get better as time went by (both because of the foul tasting medicines his parents made him take and because of the natural immunity he slowly built up), his development issues remained a concern as he entered the toddler years. Already a period of transition and worry for most parents, the hindered development of their child gave Thunderlane’s parents great cause for concern.

So it was of little surprise to anyone when the two year mark came and went without any effort to graduate the little colt from diapers. His parents didn’t think he’d developed enough self control, and every doctor and nurse they consulted agreed that potty training was better off being delayed because of everything Thunderlane had endured.

All Thunderlane knew was that he got to stay in diapers a lot longer than any of his peers (whenever he got to play with them, anyway), and at first he thought this was the greatest thing ever! But as time went by, the little pegasus slowly but surely saw how unhappy his parents seemed. They didn’t appear to share the same enthusiasm for his continued pampered state. And after everything they’d done for him, he wanted to find some way to make them happy. But what could he do?

The answer came in the most unexpected of ways. It was a stroke of genius for the little one’s mind. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was that had inspired him, though he thought it had something to do with seeing some kind of plastic bowl in the bathroom once. “I think I’m supposed to use it, somehow,” Thunderlane thought to himself. “Because it can’t be for anything else or it would’ve been used by now. But how am I supposed to use it?”

Well, he could figure it out on his own time when his parents were occupied with other things.





Weeks after the idea first came to him, Thunderlane finally remembered it long enough to consider it and act on it. He always had a small window of time to himself just before nap time. His parents did this in the hopes he’d wear himself out and not put up a fuss when he was set down for his naps.

So the little colt crawled his way to the bathroom, opening the cabinet where he’d first spied that unusual plastic bowl that was colored a bright blue for some reason. He didn’t spot it right away, so he started pushing various other things out of the cabinet so he could crawl inside it and inspect every nook and cranny. Sure enough, tucked away into a corner of the cabinet (and having gathered a fair bit of dust) was the bowl.

Thunderlane grasped it with his tiny hooves, wiggling and tugging as he pulled it out of the cabinet alongside himself. He’d made kind of a mess of those strange bottles he was told not to drink from, but he hadn’t spilled anything so he could put them all back later. For right now, he wanted to get a closer look at the bowl in the hopes of understanding what it was. He was especially confused since there was a bigger bowl shaped object already in the bathroom, and that one had a seat, a lid, and some kind of tank with a strange silver handle attached to it.

The plastic, blue colored bowl didn’t offer anything to Thunderlane to help the little colt understand what it was or how he was supposed to use it. But on one side of it was a small logo of some sort with the words “My Little Potty” printed on it.

“Potty” was a term Thunderlane suddenly remembered. “One of my friends mentioned having that,” He thought to himself. “He said the grown-ups make you use it instead of a diaper, somehow.” And just like that, a vague idea came to the little colt. He didn’t know if it would make his parents happy, but he was curious about this “potty” and wanted to try and use it. It just didn’t make sense to him to have such an object sitting unused and neglected in the bathroom.

Remembering that to use the “potty” required one to be without a diaper on, Thunderlane reached for the tabs on his diaper and clumsily fiddled with them until he was able to undo them. As the padding slid down to his legs, the little pegasus climbed onto the “potty”. His initial sitting pose felt wrong, so he turned himself around to where he was sitting with his tail towards the back. And then he just waited, and waited, and waited and waited. Nothing happened. What was he doing wrong? What else about the “potty” did he not understand that was required of him to know? Had he missed a step somehow?

The little pegasus finally decided that whatever he was currently doing wasn’t working. His attempt was a failure and he would have to try again some other time. But as he moved to get off, something finally happened. It sounded almost like running water, except it was much louder and seemed to echo. Looking down, Thunderlane could see that the potty was filling up! He was actually doing it! And he felt full of pride for having done so! “I did it! I figured it out, and all by myself too!” He thought.





Once he was certain he was “finished” Thunderlane got down from the “potty”. He didn’t quite know how to empty it, but he didn’t care. He wanted to share this accomplishment with his parents. They had to see this!

Thunderlane tried to flap his wings, but they were still not yet developed enough to make him capable of flight. So he was forced to waddle, his diaper still pulled down to his legs and trailing after him with each step he took. As a result, it took him quite a while to find his parents, who were most surprised to see their son come to them instead of it being the other way around. “Mommy, Daddy, I use potty!” He declared to them both, sounding quite proud of his accomplishment.

“You did?” His mother and father both exchanged glances of hopeful optimism.

“I think I did! Come see!” Thunderlane told them and clumsily waddled away, leading the hopeful parents to the bathroom.

Sure enough, despite having to step around some of the scattered (but not spilled) bottles, they could see that the training potty had been used. “Well done, Thunderlane!” His mother praised him! “Not only did you use it, you were able to figure it out all by yourself! Your father and I are very proud of you!”

Thunderlane’s father agreed, though he added. “But you should come get us whenever you think you have to go. That way you won’t make messes trying to get to your potty, like you just did. Plus, you’ll need a grown-up’s help to be wiped.” And he pulled a few rolls of toilet paper from a nearby rack to do just that.

After the wiping job was done, Thunderlane had his diaper pulled back up and was placed onto the top of the tank of the “grown-up potty”. Looking down into the bowl, he saw that it was filled with crystal water and there was a hole at the bottom for some strange reason. Then the colt saw his father pick up his potty and everything in it was poured into the “grown-up potty” where they splashed into the waters below. When he saw that his potty was now empty as it was placed back down onto the floor, his mother pressed down the handle.

There was a strange, loud noise and his eyes widened upon seeing the water inside the bowl spinning rapidly around and around. Suddenly it became a dizzying whirlpool! Thunderlane watched in amazement as everything floating in the water was sucked down through the hole at the bottom. A few seconds later, the water swirled down the drain and disappeared! Then it returned, except now it was crystal clear once again. There was no sign of what was in it just moments ago.

Then his parents helped their son wash his hooves, before they did the same for good measure. Afterward, they carried their triumphant son back to his room, as it was still time for his nap. But they did tell him that there would be a special reward waiting for him when he woke up later.
> Leap Before You Flush (Rumble)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite what had happened with Lightning Dust during a performance in Ponyville (shortly thereafter she “mysteriously” went missing), the Washouts recovered pretty quickly. But Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse both soon discovered that the Washouts didn’t work so well with only two performers. They needed a third.

And it just so happened that there was a young pegasus who could fill the part, despite the fact that he hadn’t yet “washed out” of the Wonderbolts (but considering his brother was an actual Wonderbolt, that was probably for the better).

“So, you’ll let me join your group of flyers even though the Wonderbolts think I’m not old enough to fly with them, and my brother agrees?” Rumble asked the two older pegasi when they offered him a spot in their group.

Rolling Thunder flashed an unusual wide grin. “But of course, mate. We Washouts don’t really have an age limit. Long as you’re a halfway decent flyer and can fit into the smallest suit we got, you can join.”

Short Fuse was quick to point out. “And you know what the Washouts motto is?” He then shouted! “You’d better know it for your sake, because I’m not teaching it to you!”

Rolling Thunder just gestured a hoof to calm her companion and teammate. “Easy there, Short Fuse. No need to scare the tyke away,” She promptly told Rumble. “The Washouts’ motto is simple: ‘Leap before you look’. By joining us, you agree to throw caution to the wind and do the most extreme of extreme stunts!”

“It’s wicked cool!” Short Fuse declared. “So whaddya say, kiddo? Are you in or are you in?”

Without hesitation, Rumble signed the contract given to him. The Washouts sounded pretty cool from what he’d heard. But he felt confident in his belief that they weren’t completely reckless and careless. He was only flying with them because he wasn’t old enough to join the Wonderbolts. Once he came of age, if he was still with the Washouts, he planned to leave. But for now, flying with the Washouts sounded like fun. “I hope my big brother doesn’t take this too personally. He’s always so overprotective of me. I can take care of myself!” Rumble thought.

Neither the pegasus colt or the two older pegasi recruiting him could’ve anticipated what was to come. A problem in which the Washouts’ reckless ways and lack of regard for personal safety would catch up to them, and in the most unusual of ways.





Rumble was quickly made front and center for the Washouts rebranded image, masquerading as Half Pint Dynamite 2.0 (Rolling and Short refused to say anything about the original Half Pint Dynamite). And for the first couple of shows he starred in, despite some close calls with the Crushinator Jaws of Smashalot (patent pending), everything went well. It probably helped that they were close to Ponyville but not too close.

However, one day during a packed show where the roar of the crowd was deafening, things didn’t quite go smoothly for Rumble. He and the Washouts had tried to attempt a stunt that had previously failed: A launched scooter jump. This time, although the scooter avoided being tangled in a rope as it rolled down the hill and towards the ramp, Rumble was thrown off the handlebars midway through! The audience gasped in horror as Rumble only just remembered to flap his wings before he hit the ground head first at high speed! The impact was severe enough to knock him out cold! Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse immediately rushed to their injured teammate’s side and carted him off, ending the show way before the intended finale.

Doctor Stable was anything but pleased to have Rolling and Short come barging in through the front doors of Ponyville General Hospital with Rumble in tow. “That’s twice now that you Washouts have endangered a child’s life with your reckless ways. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

“Please, doc, you can lecture us all you want later. But right now, you gotta help Half Pint Dynamite 2.0 here!” Rolling Thunder pleaded. “I promise, from now on the scooter launch is only gonna be done by trained Washouts. No more newbies.”

“I’m not getting on a scooter and you can’t make me!” Short Fuse bellowed at the top of his lungs!

Rolling Thunder only replied. “Just ignore Short Fuse, doc. He’s shaken up ‘cause of what happened with the kid. I’ll work on calming him down so’s he’s not all jumpy and twitchy. You just focus on gettin’ the kid ‘ere back on his hooves.”

Doctor Stable sighed, turning away from the two adults as he turned his attention to the badly injured young one they’d brought before him. “Well, I’ll do the best I can. It looks like you managed to get him here in a relatively fast amount of time.”

Short Fuse beamed with pride! “You’d be surprised what you can do when somepony’s life is at stake! And who says that we Washouts don’t care about our newbies?”

The doctor just frowned. “If you really cared you wouldn’t have put Rumble in such a dangerous situation in the first place. But we can discuss who’s responsible for what later.” Then he left, wheeling Rumble on a stretcher into the emergency room.





It seemed like hours ticked by before Doctor Stable emerged from the ER, wiping the sweat from his brows. Short Fuse and Rolling Thunder immediately stood at attention despite not having moved an inch from their current positions! “How is he, doc?” Short Fuse was the first to inquire about the status of the Washouts’ newest member. “Is he gonna be okay?”

Doctor Stable briefly nodded his head. “Rumble will pull through. Your mad rush to the hospital probably helped,” But then he cleared his throat. “However, there are some ‘complications’ you should both be aware of. Perhaps it’s best if you were shown instead of told.” The two adult pegasi were led by Doctor Stable to the room where Rumble was recovering. Upon entering the room, it was clear that something wasn’t right with him. Rumble sat up in his hospital bed, he didn’t seem to realize where he was. He looked rather frightened by all the doctors and nurses that were hovering over him, checking his vital signs and looking over every inch of his body for injuries. And most of all he had a large white medical diaper taped around his rump.

Upon seeing Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse, something seemed to click in his mind as the colt garbled out. “Mama? Dada?”

Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse blinked in surprise as Rolling Thunder questioned. “You hit your head or somethin’, mate? I ain’t your mama, and Short Fuse ain’t your pop.”

“What the hay did you do to him?” Short Fuse screamed at Doctor Stable at the top of his lungs! “Explain yourself, now!”

Doctor Stable remained calm as he took a deep breath and used his magic to project a scan. “I haven’t done anything to Rumble. You see, when he crash landed during your show, among his injuries was trauma to the head and brain. The good news is, it doesn’t appear to be permanent. Eventually, the brain should recover so long as he suffers no further blows to the head. However, the bad news is, that the damage was enough to inflict something akin to a mental regression. And alongside that appears to have been some loss of speech and fine motor skills, which includes control of bodily functions.”

“That explains the pampers,” Rolling Thunder observed. “And I guess the tyke had the same reaction baby ducklings have to the first thing they see after hatching.”

But Short Fuse roared! “I’m not changing diapers!”

“The diaper is out of caution more than anything,” Doctor Stable confessed. “It seems that Rumble retains control to not wet or mess himself. But in his current mental state he may not always be fully aware of when he has to ‘go’ as it were. This should pass once he’s had time to fully recover, and will likely retain little to no memory of this period. To him it’ll be like he went to sleep and just woke up after a long nap. Unfortunately, there’s little more we can do for him here at the hospital. I would suggest you inform his parents or legal guardians about this and allow them to care for him until this passes.”

However, Rolling Thunder happened to look at Rumble at that very moment, while also processing everything the doctor was telling her. Something in the back of her mind (perhaps maternal instinct) caused her to feel a sense of attachment to the mentally regressed colt. “That won’t be necessary, doc. We’ll take care of the little one ‘til he’s back on his hooves. It ain’t like we can have a foal be part of the Washouts. We may be crazy, but we’re not that crazy.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Short Fuse protested! “I just said I’m not changing diapers, and I meant it!”

Rolling started to grin from ear to ear. “Who said anything about havin’ to change diapers, Short? If he doesn’t absolutely need those pampers, I think we can help him get out of ‘em. Beats havin’ to tell his brother what happened.”





So it was that Rumble was released from the hospital and put into the care of Rolling and Short against the better judgement of Doctor Stable (not even framing it as “community service” or a “punishment” could convince him that it was the right course of action). Perhaps it was because of that that he had Rumble sent home with them still wearing a medical diaper, and with at least a full pack’s worth of spares and changing supplies.

The pegasus trio ended up crashing at Rolling Thunder’s loft, seeing as it was the closest to the hospital and also the least likely place to draw unwanted attention given how… plain it was.But it was a benefit in this case. It meant eyes wouldn’t be on them, and that would give Rolling a chance to put her little “idea” to work. She had made sure to explain it to her partner, who quickly came around to the idea when he realized what it would mean if it was pulled off right. “Okay, peewee,” Rolling Thunder spoke up in a tone of voice that was only slightly softer than her usual one, locking eyes firmly with Rumble. “Short and I don’t really wanna be changing you in and out of those pampers, and the doc said that you’re a big enough colt to not really need ‘em. So’s we think that it’s time to teach you the big pony way to answer nature’s call. Besides, it’s a ton more awesome to go cruisin’ around with nothin’ on than it is to have some oversized pillow hugging your rear all the time.”

Rumble blinked but seemed to understand. “Mama and Dada teach me how to be big pony?”

Rolling protested. “Whoa there, mate! I still ain’t your mama. Think of me as your fun loving Aunt Rolling Thunder, or just Auntie Thunder for short,” Gesturing to Short Fuse she declared. “And this is your Uncle Short Fuse.”

“Do not call me Uncle Short for short!” Short Fuse bellowed with narrowed eyes. “I’m Uncle Short Fuse and that’s that.”

“Anyway,” Rolling not so subtly changed the subject. “So, you ditch the diaper, and then Uncle Short and I will tell you what you’re going to do. Got it, mate?” Rumble nodded and obeyed. It was hard to undo the tapes holding up his diaper, but he somehow managed to do so. For some reason it felt oddly familiar and liberating to have the padding slide all the way down him and landed onto the floor.

Rolling smiled as she took Rumble by the hoof. “Alright, nice start. Now follow us,” She led Rumble along the floor of her apartment to a rather cramped bathroom that was barely big enough for the three ponies that soon occupied it. “Okay, short stuff. Now for the tricky part, but I know you can do it,” She gestured to a bowl shaped object that was only a few hoofsteps from her. “That there’s the toilet, the almighty porcelain throne. You’re gonna climb up on the seat and sit down to do whatever it is you need to do. Then your Uncle Short Fuse and I will clean you up. Got it?”

Rumble nodded again. “Uh-huh, gonna try for Auntie Thunder.” Despite no longer having the diaper on, he clumsily waddled his way past the grown-ups and to the toilet as his “Auntie Thunder” helped him onto the seat just to be safe. Rolling and Short decided that it was better to wait outside the bathroom rather than in it, trusting Rumble to manage and wanting to give him at least some semblance of privacy.





It wasn’t long before the two grown-ups could hear a faint tinkling sound, and they knew it could only mean one thing. Heck, even if they didn’t know what it meant Rumble’s call of “All done” left little doubts in their mind.

“Great job, mate!” Rolling Thunder cheered with exaggerated praise as she entered the bathroom. “See how easy that was?”

Rumble nodded as he hopped down from the toilet and stood on his hooves. “Uh-huh.”

“Well you gotta do that every time you have to go, ‘cause I’m not cleaning up after you, kid.” Short Fuse declared, switching from praise to a warning in the blink of an eye.

“Don’t mind your Uncle Short Fuse, he’s proud of you, mate,” Rolling Thunder declared with a smile. “And so am I. Don’t you agree that using the toilet is way more awesome than going in your diapers?”

“Yeah,” Rumble agreed. “So, now I all done?”

Rolling Thunder giggled. “Not so fast, champ in the making! There’s a couple more things you gotta do first, like this,” She pulled out some rolls of toilet paper. “Now hold still so I can clean you up,” The colt reluctantly obeyed, watching as the used roles were discarded into the toilet bowl. “Now, you ready for the best part?” Rolling asked Rumble who nodded. She picked up the colt and moved him closer to the silver handle attached to the toilet tank. “When you’re all done, you gotta flush! Go right ahead, mate! Just push down that handle.”

The excited colt reached out a hoof and pressed the handle down.

Suddenly there was a mighty roar! Rumble was so frightened that he flew atop the tank, and Rolling Thunder had to calm him (and coax him) down. “It’s okay, mate. It ain’t anything to be afraid of,” She reassured Rumble. “All it is is water. See?”

Nervously, Rumble looked down into the bowl just in time to see the rapidly spinning water turn into a dizzying whirlpool. He watched as the toilet paper was sucked down through a hole at the bottom. After a few seconds, the water swirled down the drain and disappeared briefly before it returned, being crystal clear. 

“So, once you’ve been wiped up and have flushed, you gotta wash your hooves.” Rolling Thunder added. “Gotta scrub ‘em nice and clean, it’s what awesome big ponies do. And you wanna be like the awesome big ponies, right?”

“Uh-huh!” Rumble declared, feeling much better as he made his way over to the sink and did as instructed.

“I can’t believe your silly idea actually worked.” Short Fuse whispered to his partner.

“Neither can I, mate,” Rolling Thunder whispered back. “But it was a risk worth taking if you ask me. Now we just gotta keep an eye on junior here until he returns to normal.”
> Granny Knows Best (Filthy Rich)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

From an early age, Filthy Rich had learned that he owed his family’s great fortune to the first family to have settled in Ponyville, the Apple family. More specifically, to the miraculous discovery by the now not so young Smith, which some ponies cheekily referred to as Granny: Zap Apple Jam. Because the jam sold so well year after year, the Riches were able to prosper and build a name for themselves with the first locally founded and owned business in the form of Barnyard Bargains. Even the name was meant to reflect just how the Riches owed to the Apples for their continued success and well off nature.

Filthy Rich also knew that he would one day take over running the store from his grandfather, Stinkin’ Rich. And the prospect delighted him to no end! He loved to spend his days by his grandfather’s side, watching as Stinkin’ Rich tended to the store and chatted with all the local customers who came in. How Stinkin’ Rich made it a habit to learn the names of everypony and know them by heart, treating them not unlike close friends or even family members. Stinkin’ always made sure to tell his grandson that this was how the Riches stayed humble. How they remembered their roots so they would never forget and become swept up by their fame.

But even Stinkin’ Rich couldn’t do everything, even if young Filthy thought his grandpappy was a superhero who was bigger than life. Stinkin’ Rich was a pony like everypony else, and he had his limits. He didn’t mind watching his grandson from time to time and helping to take care of him. But being entrusted with the young one’s care for prolonged periods of time could cause the eldest Rich to become exhausted and frazzled. So in those cases he would rely on others to help him, including the pony to whom he owed everything.

It was this close friendship with Granny Smith that would prove useful and advantageous when a crucial time in young Filthy’s life came about. It had started out like almost any other day. Stinkin’ Rich opened up Barnyard Bargains and made sure to inspect every part of the store to ensure customers would have the best possible experience. And like countless other days, his grandson, Filthy, was by his side. More specifically, clinging to his mane as his diaper crinkled.

Filthy was enjoying the fact that riding atop his grandpappy let him see things he couldn’t normally see.

Everything was so… big and exciting, and he loved it so much, he either didn’t know or didn’t care that his body was trying to tell him something! Soon an audible hissing sound could be heard as his bladder, having filled up from his morning bottle, emptied itself. Luckily, the store brand diapers he always wore did their job of holding up even as they clearly sagged a bit.

Stinkin’ Rich sighed and tried not to frown as he heard the hissing and saw Filthy’s diaper go from pristine white to a damp gray. “Alright, grandson, let’s get you cleaned up. Don’t need you gettin' a rash on me.” He remarked, and trotted to a back corner of the store to do the job.





Once Filthy was changed, Stinkin’ washed his hooves and then brought his grandson up to the front of the store. He stood behind the counter, just as a familiar green coated earth pony mare came strolling in with several jars of Zap Apple Jam.

“Heya, Stinkin’!” The mare greeted as she waved a hoof. “You stuck foalsitter’ the youngin’ again?”

Stinkin’ reluctantly nodded. “Unfortunately, yes, Granny Smith. Seeing’ as his folks are out of town again. Besides, it’s like he’s attached to me. Always begging’ me for piggy back rides and what not.”

Granny Smith laughed. “Reminds me of my son, Bright Mac. He’s gettin’ older, but sometimes he acts no different from the little one who used to keep me up at night ‘cause he kept gettin’ into trouble.”

Stinkin’ grinned. “Bright Mac’s a good kid. A real mama’s boy, but you’re raisin' him right. I hope Filthy turns out the same.”

Granny Smith was about to ask what Stinkin’ meant, but upon glancing at the young one beside him she seemed to grasp at what the problem was. The diaper was a dead giveaway. “How old you’d say Filthy was again?”

At that Stinkin’ hemmed and hawed, trying to think of a good answer. “Reckon he’s at least three, maybe the better half of three and a couple of months or so. He ain’t exactly a newborn anymore.”

“That’s what I thought,” Granny Smith commented with brow. “You know that when a foal gets to be his age, it’s past time to start teachin' him how to answer nature’s call like a big pony. Don’t tell me his folks are so cheap they won’t pay for one of them new fangled flush lavatories or whatever they’re callin’ em.”

Stinkin’ Rich reluctantly replied. “They ain’t makin’ much of an effort to train him on it. And he’s far too slippery for me to train him here at the store. Every time I’ve tried he just runs away and hides somewhere.”

“What about your farm? I hear he loves spendin’ his days there, when you ain’t busy runnin’ the store.” Granny inquired.

But Stinkin’ answered. “Ain’t found the time to try and train him there. Besides, I ain’t exactly gotten around to installin’ a flush lavatory. Those things ain’t cheap, ya know. Gotta have imported from Canterlot.”

Granny frowned upon hearing that statement. “Pah, ain’t no difference what ya train him with. Used to be that a foal his age would have a chamber pot to use day and night. And now ponies insist on doin’ their business in these special trenches with pipes and water and everythin’,” And she made up her mind on the spot. “You give him to me for a couple of days. I may not have a flush lavatory, but I ain’t gonna need one. It’s about time he stopped wearin’ diapers, ya put it off for too much longer and he’ll never wanna give ‘em up.”

“You think you can teach him?” Stinkin’ asked. “I’ll be happy to pay you any amount of bits you ask for as compensation.”

Granny Smith shook her head. “Don’t need to be gettin’ paid for this, especially not from you. But I reckon I’ll need to have a little talk with his folks about child raisin’ when they get back,” She snorted. “I’m raisin' my son right. Ain’t no reason why ponies with more bits to their name can’t do better.”





So it was that Granny Smith took up the matter of potty training Filthy Rich. She brought him to Sweet Apple Acres, and was quick to strip him of his diaper. “‘Round these here parts we don’t bother with diapers once a foal gets to be your age,” She told Fithy in no uncertain terms. “‘Course, it ain’t like you can just ‘round with nothin’ on and go wherever ya want. We may live on a farm, but we’re civilized ponies. And civilized ponies have acceptable ways of answerin’ nature’s call.”

Filthy Rich blinked as he looked at his now bare bottom. “Wha ya mean, Granny?”

“We Apples believe in a simple process of learnin’.” Granny Smith explained. “It’s the way that was taught to us by our earth pony forefathers. Ya learn how to feel the rhythm of nature as it flows through your body, so you’ll know when you have to go number one or number two. We call it ‘Bottomless Trainin’.”

“But if me can't wear diaper and me no go wherever I want, where I go pee pee or poo poo?” Filthy asked, puzzled.

Granny smiled as she took the child by the hoof. “I’ll show you. It’s really quite simple,” She promptly led the little colt through the orchard, stopping outside what appeared to be a wooden shack with a door that had a crescent moon carved onto it. “This is an outhouse. You’ve probably seen somethin’ like this at your grandpappy’s place.”

“Me go in there?” Filthy asked, eyeing the wooden shack with wonder and also confusion.

The earth pony mare nodded her head. “Yup. You just go in there, and clean yourself up with the paper when you’re done.”

“And then me flush?” Filthy wondered aloud.

“No need for that. The outhouse doesn't flush. It ain’t anything’ more than just a hole in the ground. No trench, no pipes, no water.” Granny Smith explained as she led the little colt inside.

Sure enough, Filthy saw nothing more than a pit that was very dark and very smelly. He didn’t really like the look of it, especially considering how big it was compared to him. It was unfamiliar and looked awkward to use.

“So as long as you’re in my care, you’re gonna come here whenever you have to do anything,” Granny Smith instructed the little colt. “You’ll know when it’s time to go when your body will start givin' you signals. Like for example, you’ll start to feel all tingly inside or you’ll feel your tummy start to rumble even though you ain’t really hungry.”

“Like right now?” Filthy asked as he not so secretly put a hoof to his stomach.

“Yes, like right now! So let’s get you into position! Don’t worry, I won’t let anythin’ bad happen to ya.” Granny declared as she helped correct the colt’s movements, helping him to stand over the pit so that his back end was raised over the hole.

Standing around and waiting was definitely not a pleasant experience for Filthy Rich. And he was glad when Granny Smith told him he was all done and could move around again. He actually found it kind of funny that “paper” really just amounted to old newspapers, and they too were tossed into the pit.

“Now, when the pit gets too full,” Granny Smith explained. “We empty it out. Helps fertilize the soil so crops grow.”

“Then why you no do it naturally?” Filthy pondered. It seemed logical to cut the middle stallion and deliver the fertilizer right where it was going to end up anyway.

Granny only replied with a frown. “‘Cause you can’t exactly do that in public. Ponies don’t like it when you do that. That’s the whole reason they invented those con fangled modern flush lavatories in the first place. Seems like a waste of bits to me, but I guess some ponies just don’t like doin’ things the way nature intended.”





Thanks to Granny Smith’s teachings, Filthy Rich was able to master both bottomless training and outhouse usage by the end of his time in her care. Training with the flush lavatory was a step up that took the colt quite a while to figure out, but eventually he discovered that it really wasn’t all that different from using an outhouse. The only difference was that the flush was how the lavatory emptied itself.

The years went by, but Filthy never forgot just how much he owed Granny Smith for having helped him learn how ponies were meant to answer the call of nature. Of course, the methods by which ponies did so did change over the years. Within Filthy’s lifetime he not only saw flush lavatories enter into greater widespread use (although Granny Smith refused to have one installed at Sweet Apple Acres, insistent that the outhouse worked just fine), but also the creation of toilets.

Due to their appearance, many ponies said that they resemble a throne. Filthy found that kind of odd since they were really just a bowl with a curved, fully rounded seat (some of them had a lid for covering the inside of the bowl, and a tank which had a handle instead of a pedal to trigger a flush). He still had one installed since it was considered the proper way for ponies to do their business, even though a part of him was saddened to see the old flush models (as they were still called) fade away.

Still, as a way of paying back Granny Smith for her services after she had been denied any sort of compensation from his parents, Filthy decided to have a modern throne toilet installed within Sweet Apple Acres proper. It didn’t replace the outhouse like he initially hoped to do, since Granny Smith was insistent that the outhouse would be removed “Over my dead body”, so the plumbing fixture was instead moved inside. More specifically to the farmhouse. And even Granny Smith had to admit that the toilet was a suitable way to take care of one’s business, whenever it worked properly anyway.
> Bedtime for the Belle (Sugar Belle)
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Back in Starlight’s old village, Nightmare Night was never really celebrated or even mentioned. Like many other holidays it was all but banned outright because of Starlight’s ironclad grip on the village and its inhabitants. Even after the village was liberated and life with cutie marks resumed, Nightmare Night wasn’t given much fanfare. Some of the villagers dressed up, decorated their houses and passed out candy and sweets, but not all of them did. Most just treated it like any other day.

When Sugar Belle moved to Ponyville in order to become Mrs. Cake’s baking apprentice (largely so she’d have a reason to be close to her special somepony, Big Mac), the big Nightmare Night celebrations caught her by surprise. And she would be lying if she wasn’t unnerved or startled even just a little by all the scary stories she overheard ponies mentioning.

One of the stories in particular stood out to her, largely because of how ridiculous it sounded: It was a story about a haunted nursery that resided inside of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town (near the Everfree Forest in fact). It was said to be inhabited by a ghostly earth pony mare with a magical aura about her. Anypony unlucky enough to enter the nursery was doomed to become one of her “victims”, a helpless baby pony that would be cared for by her forever.

But ghosts, magical nannies and abandoned nurseries didn’t exist. At least, that’s what Sugar Belle told herself. If such a building did exist, then surely she would’ve seen it or even just glanced at it. And how could anypony possibly know about it if the ghost left its “victims” stuck as babies forever, with no hope of growing up from the way it sounded? It all sounded so unbelievable that the unicorn mare convinced herself early on that it couldn’t really exist. And she was too old to still be believing in ghost stories, no matter who told them.

Then again, ponies had thought Nightmare Moon was just an old mare’s tail and she had been real. And it was no secret that within the Everfree Forest resided a zebra enchantress by the name of Zecora, well versed in ancient magics, potions and artifacts that were thought to have never existed before. So maybe there was a nugget of truth to the stories? Maybe there wasn’t a ghost, but what if there was an abandoned nursery? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Although Sugar Belle knew what that way was, she didn’t like it for even a second. So she made no effort to look for this “haunted nursery”, not even as Nightmare Night drew closer. In the end though, she would have no need to look for it. She would stumble upon it quite by accident and would learn that the stories were in fact real, to an extent.





It was just before sunset on Nightmare Night, and Sugar Belle was running late! Sugarcube Corner was going to be the sight for a major Nightmare Night party, and Sugar Belle had been tasked with picking up some last minute supplies. The party was going to start as soon as the moon was out, so the unicorn baker was scurrying to make it back on time!

But the mare seemed to have taken a wrong turn. She found herself in an unfamiliar part of town where there seemed to be no traces of life around at all. If not for the rustling of leaves that had fallen from the trees and the faint gust of wind that brought a chill to the air, Sugar Belle might well have believed she had somehow left the land of the living all together.

It seemed that the only building around through which to ask for directions, was a rather worn down and old looking building with window shutters that seemed ready to fall down and break at a moment’s notice as they flapped delicately in the wind that continued to blow every so often. The cold gusts serving to further remind Sugar Belle that she hadn’t a scarf or hat on her and that the coming night time would probably be too much for her to endure without heat. She now wished she were more skilled with her horn and thus could just teleport back to Sugarcube Corner and safety in an instant.

Alas, the unicorn was forced to go inside if she was to have any hope of making it back before morning. At the least she needed to get out of the cold. So after parking her cart of supplies in a place where she hoped it would not be easily spotted and stolen, she trotted up to the front door of the worn down building. Much to her surprise it seemed to have already been opened, as though someone were expecting her. Maybe the ghost nanny from the stories?

Sugar Belle shook her head as she stepped inside. “There’s no such thing as ghost nannies or haunted nurseries. I’m not two! I’m a full grown mare!” She thought to herself! She would not let those silly fantasies even for a moment of entertainment.

Besides, the house was plenty spooky enough as it was. There were no traces of light anywhere in any of the rooms, save the occasional candlelight or the faint gleam of fading sunlight from the dusty old windows. Heck, the windows weren’t the only thing dusty: The floors were dusty, the walls were dusty, even the carpeting was dusty. And it seemed like there were cobwebs in every nook and cranny (though no trace of spiders who might have weaved them). Worst of all was the fact that there was not a pony or other creature in sight, living or… well not living.

“Hello?” Sugar Belle nervously called as she lit up her horn, affording herself a faint light to see her surroundings. “Is… is anypony here? I need directions to… well… anywhere within Ponyville, really. I’m lost.”

Suddenly, the baker’s eyes thought for sure she saw an eerie glow appear at the end of a short hallway. And was it her imagination or did she hear a voice that sounded like it was in a conversation with another being? With hope surging in her heart, Sugar Belle dashed down the hallway and into the room where the glow and the voice appeared to be coming from!

What she saw upon entering said room though, gave her room for pause and caused her hope to turn to fear and dread.

A ghostly green colored earth pony mare stood in the center of the room, her entire body looking obviously transparent as she was clearly floating above the ground. All around her stood objects that clearly resembled a nursery that despite how old it looked, seemed very well maintained. Compared to everywhere else there was not a trace of dust or cobwebs anywhere.

The ghostly mare soon spotted the “intruder” and locked eyes with Sugar Belle and seemed to smile. “Hello little one. Are you lost? Nightmare Night is hardly a night for little ponies like you to be out and about on your own, especially without protection.”

Sugar Belle’s response was simple! She screamed and ran away as fast as she could! The stories were real!

The ghostly mare appeared to give chase as she called out. “Wait, little one! Please don’t run away! I mean you no harm!”





The frightened baker didn’t stop running, even after she found the front door of the house to be mysteriously locked! She just instead ducked into the first available room she could lay eyes on, shutting the door tightly behind her as if in hopes of protecting herself from the ghostly mare.

“Little one, please open the door,” The ghost pleaded. “You don’t need to be frightened or scared. Nanny Ghosty is here for you now. She’ll take good care of you tonight.”

“Just go away! You’re not turning me into a baby!” Sugar Belle protested! “I can take care of myself!” Strangely, as soon as she shouted this she suddenly felt a familiar, growing urge inside of her. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she had last visited the little filly’s room.

Fortunately for her, as she flicked on the lights she realized that she was in a bathroom and quickly spotted a toilet. It wasn’t an old fashioned one either, it was a completely modern throne based one.

Sugar Belle rushed to the toilet as fast as she could, finding it odd that her movements seemed to take on something of an infantile waddle by the time she reached it. The lid was down, but that didn’t bother her. It was a simple task to use her magic to raise the lid and plop her rump down on the seat. She then grunted and pushed, hearing a series of plops and splashes in the bowl below. “I really should go potty more often. It’s not good to go so long without potty breaks.” She thought to herself, and then blinked in surprise at where such a train of thought had come from.

The baker dismissed it out of hoof as she occupied herself with wiping up, depositing the used rolls into the toilet bowl. Then  using her magic, she surrounded the silver handle and pressed it down.

As the toilet began to flush, something rather unexpected happened to Sugar Belle! As she rose to get up from the toilet she suddenly felt her entire body begin to shrink in size, all the way down to the size of a chubby unicorn foal. And to make matters worse, as she shrank she felt herself slip off the seat and fell into the toilet bowl! She was quickly swept up by the rapidly spinning and swirling waters! “Somepony help me! Please!” The regressed unicorn pleaded as she spun faster and faster. But her cries for help were cut off by the loud flushing! Once the water became a mighty whirlpool, Sugar Belle was sucked rump first down the drain and into the pipes!

But suddenly, Sugar Belle found herself emerging from the drain in a blinding flash of light! She was now somehow in the grasp of Nanny Ghosty. “Nana?” She blinked in surprise!

Nanny Ghosty smiled. “Yes, little one, it’s me. Sorry, I forgot to warn you about the magic that surrounds this place. It can do really weird things to ponies. You’re not the first one to be a victim of it. It was certainly not my intention to have you go down the hole,” She then looked at the regressed unicorn she was holding onto. “Now, I’ll get you cleaned up with a nice bubble bath, and then it’s time for all little ones to go night night. Not to worry, though, you’ll be well cared for. And when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be able to go back to being your big pony self.”

“You real?” Sugar Belle gasped and blinked in surprise!

Nanny Ghosty nodded. “Yes, though I’m afraid that ponies have unfortunately spread widely exaggerated stories about my nursery. I don’t keep ponies as babies forever. As a ghost, I cannot permanently care for anypony who is still in the land of the living. Twelve hours is the maximum amount of time I’m allowed. This nursery is similar to the nursery I once set up when I was hoping to have my own babies,” She looked like she was going to cry as she added. “Sadly, it was not to be. An unexpected event would cause me to have to leave the physical world behind before I was ready. But my spirit lives on in this building, ready to care for little ones like you.”





Sugar Belle was soon bathed and scrubbed clean. And after the bubble bath was done, she was taken to the nursery where she had foal powder poured all over her rump before a thick, white foal’s diaper was strapped around it. “Don’t worry about the bathroom, Sugar Belle. The potty is for big fillies, after all.” Nanny Ghosty cooed as she used one of her ghostly hooves to boop Sugar Belle on the nose. She then gently lowered the regressed unicorn into the crib, before suddenly there came a strange sound. It sounded almost like something was ringing.

Nanny Ghosty just smiled, as she pulled out a strange, rectangular object and started to speak into it. Sugar Belle now realized that this must’ve been what she had overheard earlier. “Hello, this is Nanny Ghosty. May I help you? The ghostly mare asked. A voice instantly recognizable to Sugar Belle was heard on the other end. “Oh, hi Mrs. Cake! Yes, Sugar Belle is here with me. Don’t worry, she’s safe and sound. Though she did have an unfortunate encounter with the big filly potty earlier, so I’ve had to revoke her potty privileges for the time being. What’s that? Her special somepony is looking for her because she didn’t show up to a party? Not to worry, just send him here. I’m sure Sugar Belle would love a playdate with Big Mac.”

A short time later, a familiar earth pony stallion appeared in the nursery. Except now he looked more like a little colt who was only slightly bigger than Sugar Belle was now.

“Big Mac?” Sugar Belle asked even though she probably didn’t need to.

“Eeyup.” The little colt admitted with a blush, eyeing his diaper.

Nanny Ghosty just smiled and clapped her hooves. “Oh, how cute! Now, come, little ones. It’s getting late and you need your rest so you don’t get cranky,” Scooping Big Mac up she declared. “But don’t worry, you’re in good hooves with Nanny Ghosty.”
> Treats for Training (Twist)
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Twist always loved visits to her Aunt Bon Bon’s sweet shop. For the little one it was a dream come true, surrounded by an entire world of sweets as far as the eye could see! So what if she wasn’t allowed to have any of it because of fears about a “sugar rush”? Just the smells from the sweets was enough to delight the young earth pony everytime she went over.

Bon Bon would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the visits from her young niece. After being forced to relocate to Ponyville and take up not only a profession as a candy maker but also a new name (most ponies didn’t know her real name, and if she could help it that was the way it would stay), Twist in a lot of ways provided the mare with a warm feeling inside. Twist even kind of reminded the mare of herself when she was younger.

However, there was one aspect about Twist that Bon Bon soon took a disliking to whenever her niece was in her case. Like all little ones, Twist wore diapers. But Bon Bon knew Twist was at the age where most little ones no longer wore them.

Twist’s parents didn’t seem to think the same way. They had kept their daughter in diapers without a single thought to getting her out of them, or even starting the process of doing so. Something about “Not being ready yet”, which Bon Bon could swear was more of their reluctance than anything else. So the mare with a cream colored coat found herself stuck having to change diapers. Something that she detested quite considerably. As an earth pony she could only really use her hooves to do the job (the alternative was out of the question), she had neither the magical abilities of a unicorn’s horn or the instant fanning power of a pegasus’ wings. But if nothing else, the “funny faces” she made whenever she had to change her niece proved to be a source of enjoyment for the little one, and that made the cleaning up process much easier.

Twist didn’t really know why her Aunt Bon Bon always seemed to be upset. Without her diapers, what was to stop the little filly from having accidents on the floors of her aunt’s sweet shop?

Her Aunt Bon Bon most definitely wouldn’t be happy about having to clean up after that. It didn’t seem to occur to her that maybe there was a third option. It was either her diapers or the floors, one would have to be cleaned whenever she went. And since diapers were acceptable, that settled it for her.

At least it did until one day Bon Bon decided she’d finally had enough of changing diapers, and that the time had come to teach her niece how big ponies answered the call of nature.





It started like any other day when Twist was in Bon Bon’s care. She had free roam of her aunt’s sweet shop, but she wasn’t allowed to touch or consume any of the merchandise at any point. She didn’t need to ask why, just the word from her Aunt Bon Bon and her parents was enough for Twist to obey. So she roamed about for a while without a care in the world. She likely would’ve kept on playing and exploring if not for a very familiar smell that reached her nostrils. She knew what it meant.

Waddling away, she eventually found her Aunt Bon Bon, who had just finished talking to a customer (it appeared to be a mint green colored unicorn). She tugged at the mare’s hooves to get her attention. “Auntie Bon Bon.” She spoke up in as sweet and innocent a tone of voice as she possibly could.

Bon Bon sighed as she looked down at her niece. The smell told her what had happened and what needed to be done. “You need a change,” She deduced, shaking her head as she picked her stinky niece up. “Well, you know the drill. Gotta do it in the back so it’s not near any of the sweets.”

Twist was brought into the usual changing location, a special table in the mares’ bathroom that was cold to the touch no matter when or how often she was laid upon it. And it came with a strap to keep her from wiggling or rolling off. “I sorry, Auntie Bon Bon.” She apologized. Even she could feel guilty for making Bon Bon go through the diaper changing process.

Bon Bon simply replied by slipping on a pair of disposable gloves, making sure they were on tightly. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?” And after taking a deep breath, she plugged her nose in preparation for what she knew was coming next.

The change was completed in what felt like record time as the old diaper was removed, Twist was wiped clean and powdered, and a new diaper was strapped up.

Bon Bon was preparing to toss the old diaper into the trash like she always did, when she happened to eye the toilet. During one of her many diaper changes, her niece had asked what it was and was told that big ponies use it instead of diapers. The latter part gives her an idea. She made sure that Twist could see what she was doing as she carried the diaper over to the toilet, emptying its contents into the bowl.

This made the filly quite confused.“Auntie Bon Bon?” She questioned. “What you doing?”

“Remember the loud noise that you sometimes heard coming from the bathroom?” Bon Bon told her niece who nodded her head. “The toilet is what is making it. It’s called a flush. Whenever you put stuff like that into the toilet, flushing it makes everything go away. It’s what it was built for. Would you like to know how a flush works?” Twist nodded her head again and after being taken off the changing table (which was then returned to its usual position), she was placed onto the tank.

“Just look in there and watch what happens.” Bon Bon said. As soon as her niece did so, she pressed down the handle.

Twist heard the loud noise and saw the water inside the bowl start to spin rapidly around and around. Her eyes widen as it turned into a mighty dizzying whirlpool, taking her waste floating in the water. She watched as the contents were sucked down through a hole at the bottom. Then after a few seconds, the water swirled down the drain and disappeared! When it came back, there was no sign of what was inside it just moments ago. The water was crystal clear.

While her aunt tossed the diaper into the nearby trash and removed her gloves, Twist’s gaze had become transfixed to the toilet. Seeing the contents of her diaper be emptied into it, only to suddenly disappear when her Aunt Bon Bon pressed that silver handle, it was like she was witnessing a special kind of magic trick. One that didn’t require a unicorn to pull off.

As Bon Bon was promptly washing her hooves, the little filly in her freshly powdered diaper waddled to the toilet for a closer inspection. The size of it gave her pause with how she didn’t seem to come even close to being its equal. If she was supposed to start using it, she would need to find a way up onto the round shaped seat but Twist had no idea how she would do that. “So, I… use toiwet, not diaper?” She asked her aunt in a voice equally saddened at the prospect of being without the padded undergarments, and worried about facing this new unknown.

“No,” Bon Bon said, shaking her head. “That comes later, when you’re older and taller. However, there is something that can serve as a middle ground. It’s based on an old fashioned method ponies used to use before they had indoor plumbing.”

“What is it?” Twist excitedly asked while jumping up and down! It sounded like she was going to get some kind of treat or reward for behaving, which was always nice.

“I’ll have to close up my shop so we can go out and buy it,” Bon Bon explained to Twist. “And I’ll even let you pick out the training potty you want to use.”





Bon Bon was as good as her word. She didn’t even need to bother with a foal pouch, as she simply let her diapered niece ride atop her mane all the way to the general store. Once inside, the two earth ponies made their way down the aisles until they came upon a row of training potties in a variety of bright, cheerful colors. Twist eventually settled for a lovely pink colored one, and Bon Bon was more than happy to purchase it. It was a little expensive, but her niece’s potty training was worth every bit of investment. And she even had a plan to see to it that her niece stuck to the training. The mare knew that it was going to be a bumpy road, and she didn’t want her niece to become discouraged and give up the moment it proved difficult.

The two earth ponies returned to Bon Bon’s sweet shop with the potty in tow, and despite it not having been that long since the diaper change, Bon Bon still took the liberty of setting the potty up in the mare’s bathroom and sitting her niece upon it.

Twist sat on it for only a minute or so before she started to predictably get bored. She tried to get up, but her aunt simply sat her right back down again. The filly naturally complained in a whine. “How long I sit?”

“Until I say you can get up,” Bon Bon instructed. “I’m getting tired of changing your diapers. And if your parents won’t potty train you then I will! I know it’s boring sitting on your potty, but you have to make an effort to try every day. If you can do that, I’ll start letting you have some of the sweets I make here. Only a little bit, mind you. Too much sugar will just make you crazy.”

Twist was overjoyed at this idea! “Tank you, Auntie Bon Bon! You da bestest auntie ever!” She declared! She wanted nothing more than to leap up and give her Aunt Bon Bon a hug, but she had a feeling she’d just be forced to sit back down on her potty if she did try to do that so she decided to remain seated.

Bon Bon smiled and then gave a most unusual wink. “I know I am, but let’s keep this arrangement to ourselves. Our little secret if it were. And it’s your assignment to make sure you don’t blab to anypony about it.”

“Okay, Auntie Bon Bon. I be quiet. Not say a word.” Twist saluted.

The earth pony mare then did something she rarely did. She trotted over, and patted her niece softly on the forehead as she declared. “Excellent. That’s a good filly.”
> Bein' Big is All It Takes (Cutie Mark Crusaders)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twilight’s detour to Sugarcube Corner had worked as intended in terms of getting her niece to finally start using her potty instead of diapers, despite the unintended setback with both she and Pinkie Pie became Flurry Heart’s potty pals. Still, she had to get back to her castle just to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any of Flurry’s supplies.

As fate would have it, the Cutie Mark Crusaders happened to be at Twilight’s castle and were there to greet her when she trotted in with her niece in tow. It seemed like Twilight was subconsciously checking her surroundings, as if she feared being exposed for something. But the Crusaders didn’t know what. “Oh, hello girls,” She greeted in what sounded like an exhausted tone of voice. It was possible to notice her slightly frazzled mane and overall appearance. “What are you doing here?”

Scootaloo was the first to speak up. “Well, Apple Bloom’s been working on her potions but she needed to pick up some ingredients. And we’re kind of not allowed into Zecora’s hut after what happened last time.”

Sweetie Belle seemed to be trying hard not to blush. “I swear it wasn't my fault. I followed all the instructions.”

Apple Bloom commented. “We came here about an hour ago or so, but ya weren’t around. We saw the letter about ya bein’ at Sugarcube Corner, but before we could get over Shinin’ Armor and Cadence came by and told us they’d handle it themselves,” And she then asked. “So, what the hay happened over there?”

With Flurry Heart still clinging to her mane, Twilight calmly answered. “It’s complicated, and I don’t think I need to go into details. Potty training is a delicate subject, you understand. All you need to know is that Flurry Heart’s potty rebel days are now firmly behind her. Isn’t that right, Flurry?” She used her magic to pull her niece close and blow a raspberry.

Flurry giggled. “Yah, gonna be wike Auntie Twiwy. Espeicawwy since she-”

Twilight quickly intervened to keep Flurry from speaking up further. Sometimes she was a little chatterbox, and at other times she never said a word. It seemed like the events at Sugarcube Corner had left her in a talkative state. “-Anyway,” Twilight cleared her throat quite audibly. “I was just coming by to make sure I didn’t leave any of Flurry’s supplies behind when I took her to Sugarcube Corner. But I’d be more than happy to give you a topping off on your potions ingredients, Apple Bloom. So long as you’re making sure to follow all the guidelines and not try anything too advanced.”

But as Twilight moved to set Flurry Heart down, the Crusaders happened to look at the little alicorn and got an idea. They’d been feeling kind of bored, and seeing Flurry had made them curious. They remembered the time they’d tried getting foalsitting cutie marks by watching the Cake Twins, and the less said about that ordeal the better. Flurry, however, despite being an alicorn was an older foal. And they hoped she’d be less of a hoofful.

Sweetie was the first to make the offer. “Actually, Twilight, could we maybe foalsit Flurry Heart for a little while? You probably haven’t been able to do any of the countless other things you wanted to do today.”

The young alicorn was understandably hesitant given the CMC’s prior track record. “Well… I don’t know. Flurry isn’t your typical foal. She even surprises me sometimes.”

“Please?” All three Crusaders pleaded all at once. And they all collectively gave Twilight the best pairs of pleading, puppy dog eyes and smiles that they could manage.

Twilight really wanted to say no, but the way the three fillies looked at her seemed to stir something deep inside her. Especially since she still felt bad for having ended the Twilight Time sessions with them after her old home was destroyed. True, there wasn’t much left that she could teach them to justify continuing the lessons, but it still felt like she hadn’t done much for them since that time. So she reluctantly caved. “Well. I did have some errands that I was gonna do tomorrow. But if you three can keep Flurry here under control, I suppose I can do them,” Then she proposed. “Do you three think you could also take over for me as one of her potty pals? She seems to make more of an effort in her training if she has such a pal.”

“I gets thwee potty pals?” Flurry Heart blinked as she looked up at her Auntie Twily.

Twilight nodded at her young charge. “As long as they agree to it,” And she asked the Crusaders. “I can trust you to supervise her and keep her out of trouble in the bathroom, right? You all more or less remember your own potty training, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. And I remember how much I was motivated to learn by havin’ a big sister to look up to.” Apple Bloom declared.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Me too, though Rarity not so secretly pushed to train me sooner than my parents would’ve. But I feel like if she didn’t I’d have never gotten out of diapers.”

Scootaloo was slow to respond and her posture seemed to convey how unsure she was. “My parents did teach me a little when they were around more often, and both my aunts were pretty good at helping me learn: Especially Aunt Holiday.”

“Good,” Twilight beamed. “I’ll just pop back to Sugarcube Corner really quick to pick up the supplies.”

“Why not send Spike to do it?” Sweetie suggested.

“He’s away for a week in the Dragon Lands. I kind of forgot I’d promise Ember months in advance that I’d pay her a visit to swap information and deliver a progress report on Smolder.” Twilight admitted, before teleporting away with Flurry in tow.





Both alicorns returned a short time later, though the unusually cautious way with which Twilight was conducting herself still seemed off for lack of a better term. Twilight, for her part, was quick to deposit a pink plastic training potty into the hooves of the CMC. “Here’s Flurry’s potty chair. A throne fit for a little princess like her. It’s been cleaned, and it shouldn’t take much to clean it out if she uses it again. Obviously she’s not quite ready for the big potty yet,” Then she deposited a few packages of diapers. “Just in case of any accidents. You shouldn’t need them or the changing supplies though. You’ll be good for the Cutie Mark Crusaders while I’m gone, won’t you, Flurry? You wouldn’t want to make your Auntie Twily upset now would you?”

Flurry giggled and shook her head. “Nu-uh, no wanna make Auntie Twiwy upset. Auntie Twiwy the best!”

Twilight just smiled, patting her young niece on the forehead. “Okay then, I’ll be back soon. Remember to let the Crusaders know if you need your potty.” Then she teleported away again, leaving Flurry alone with the Crusaders.

Sweetie Belle quickly picked up the training potty with her magic. “I’ll go get this set up in the bathroom. I’m thinking we don’t need to make Flurry sit on it just yet.”

“Yeah,” Apple Bloom agreed. “She probably already went when she was at Sugarcube Corner.  She might even be ready to ditch the diapers and go bottomless.”

 “I’m not cleaning up any messes she leaves behind.” Scootaloo protested. “The diaper stays on until we’re absolutely sure she doesn’t need it. I mean, none of you got out of diapers the first time you successfully made it to the potty, right?”

“Actually I did.” Apple Bloom shamelessly bragged.

“Not everypony has the advantage of living on a farm where they can go wherever they want if they really have to,” Sweetie protested from afar. “If I ever thought of doing that, Rarity would disown me on the spot! And I think even Mom and Dad would say they raised me better than that.”

Scootaloo just replied. “I was kind of a potty rebel in my younger days. My parents had to start enforcing mandatory potty times, and even then it took my aunts to really make it stick. Heck, even after that I was kind of a little stinker from what my Auntie Lofty tells me,” When the other Crusaders shot her looks she was quick to retort. “Don’t ask, you really don’t wanna know what I did. I feel ashamed just thinking about it.”

“Let’s just hope little Flurry here ain’t as big a stinker, figuratively and literally,” Apple Bloom commented. “Even on a farm there are some smells ya never get used to.”

“Well, everything’s in place.” Sweetie Belle announced, rejoined her friends a mere moment later. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the open bathroom door, and the pink potty that rested near the toilet. “So now we just play the waiting game until she has to go, or until Twilight gets back.”

Flurry, however, had a different idea in mind as she lit up her horn. She remembered how the “potty pals” thing had worked out with Twilight and Pinkie Pie, and her little mind was convinced that it had to be repeated to the letter for her new caretakers. Overpowering them with her magic was much easier than it was overpowering full grown ponies, but it still took a lot of magic out of her and she was clearly straining.

“Hey!” Apple Bloom squeaked in shock and surprise as she felt her entire body be encased in magic. “I can’t move!”

“I can’t either!” Scootaloo squirmed as she flapped her wings in vain!

Sweetie joined the chorus after trying to light up her own horn, only to find that she lacked the magical strength to overpower a toddler alicorn’s magic surge. “I’m sorry. If only my magic were as strong as Twilight’s, or maybe even just Rarity’s.”

Flurry just proceeded to use what magic she still had in her to pull out a package that had apparently been picked up by mistake. They were not the usual foal brand of diapers, they were Silly Filly nighttime diapers. That meant they were thicker than usual, and meant for bigger foals.

“Flurry, what’s the big idea? We don’t need diapers!” Scootaloo protested. “I don’t even wet the bed that much anymore.”

“Wait, you still wet the bed?” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom both asked at the same time.

Before Scootaloo had a chance to answer, all three fillies (having been distracted by the slip of the tongue) felt the thick diapers be slipped onto their rumps. Then Flurry’s magical hold faded and they all plopped onto their newly padded rears.





It was difficult for the trio of padded ponies to pick themselves up. Scootaloo was the first to manage, though. And she did it without using her wings which was quite a surprise to her fellow Crusaders as they slowly got to their hooves. “So, what was that about you wetting the bed?” Sweetie asked her friend. “Is that why you’ve been so hesitant to host sleepovers?”

“And why ya always seem to take so long to get setup durin’ the ones we do have?” Apple Bloom questioned.

Scootaloo reluctantly sighed as she confessed. “It kind of comes and goes, really. Sometimes I’ll go weeks without a problem, and other times I’ll start waking up wet. The doctors think it might be stress related, but they don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. However, Aunt Holiday was quite insistent that I start wearing ‘protection’ as she put it so she wouldn’t have to keep washing the sheets all the time,” Then she looked at her padding. “This is actually kind of similar to what I normally wear when the issues start happening. After a while, you start to get used to the thickness.”

“Well, let’s just take them off! I ain’t gonna be caught dead in these things!” Apple Bloom firmly protested and tried to take off her diaper. But for some reason her hooves just kept slipping, and every tug only felt like her padding was glued on.

Even Sweetie Belle’s magic didn’t seem to have any effect on the tabs holding up her diaper. “Maybe Flurry really wants us to be her new potty pals!” She suggested.

“Flurry Heart, what did you do?” Scootaloo demanded the young alicorn.

“Me make you potty pals,” Flurry confessed. “Potty pals have to wear diapees, only I awwowed to take tem off.”

“Well, can you take them off us now, please?” Apple Bloom politely asked. “Some of us would rather not have to wear these.”

Flurry Heart shook her head. “Ya gots to keep tem on untiw ya can go potty without having accidents. Pwus, I use wots of magic to put tem on ya, and I need time to regain magic to take tem off,” She whimpered a bit. “I sowwy, I thoughts it be fun.”

“Diapering other ponies without their permission may be fun for you, but it certainly isn’t fun for them,” Scootaloo scolded. “Please don’t do it again, young filly. One of these days you could get into real trouble doing it.”

Flurry nodded, and then dug out a few bottles from a nearby saddle bag. “Ya wants to pway with me untiw ten? Milkies awways make ya have to go potty.” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle exchanged nervous glances at each other

 “Ya know what?” Apple Bloom spoke up. “I’m kinda thirsty and milk actually does sound pretty good right about now, even if it’s in a baby bottle. Nothin’ beats thirst quite like milk, especially when it’s chocolate milk.”

“Oh, what the hay, I guess a bottle of milk won’t be too bad.” Sweetie responded as she waddled closer to the farm filly.

“Guess I’ll have one too, if only so potty time gets here sooner and the diapers come off.” Scootaloo insisted. Much as she might not be bothered by wearing them, she didn’t exactly wanna stay in them any longer than she needed to.





With a little help from Flurry Heart, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were able to prepare four bottles of fresh milk. One for Flurry, and one for each of the trio of fillies.

But Flurry wasn’t content with just bottles of milk. Her stomach started to rumble as the bottles were prepared, so she used a little bit of magic she had left to float over some jars of foal food (thankfully they were not Mashed Peas).

This time, it was Sweetie Belle who was the first to agree to the idea. “I remember the Cakes once saying something about foals having sensitive taste buds. Besides, this way we won’t make a mess trying to make our own meals.”

“Fine. At least the milk will help wash out the taste.” Scootaloo reluctantly agreed.

Apple Bloom agreed as well. “So long as I get to feed myself, I’ll put up with it. But only for Flurry Heart’s sake,” And she told the young alicorn. “Remember, you’re takin’ these diapers off us as soon as we have to go potty. And you’d better be willin’ to sit on your own potty for as long as we tell you to.”

Flurry giggled, but nodded in agreement. “Otay, now hewp me tie my bib so I dun make a mess on my coat. Is not my bath night tonight, so I dun wanna take a bath if I dun have to.”

So it was that the Crusaders reluctantly ate foal food and drank milk from baby bottles as they were forced to waddle about the castle in thick Silly Filly nighttime brand diapers. They were all thinking the same thing as they did it. “Flurry Heart has the strangest idea of what a ‘potty pal’ should be. No wonder Twilight looked so worn out.”

Potty time eventually arrived for the Crusaders, and they all immediately rushed to the bathroom with Flurry in tow. “Alright, Flurry, help us get these diapers off and then watch how the pros go potty!” Scootaloo proudly boasted!

“Why should you go first?” Apple Bloom whined! “I gotta go more badly than you!”

Sweetie Belle whined as her face started to turn red! “I really gotta go so badly! I don’t think I can hold it in much longer! So can you just please get my diaper off?”

Suddenly a clever idea made its way into Flurry’s head. “I know what to do!” She called out as she lit up her horn. But instead of focusing on the diapers, she turned her gaze to her training potty and hit it with her horn. In a poof of magic, two training potties appeared between hers (one of them was yellow while the other was white). “Thewe!” She giggled. “Now we each gets a potty! One of you can use big potty.”

“Let me use the toilet,” Scootaloo whispered to her friends. “I’m the bravest between us after all. Also I think that Flurry would like to see the best part about using it.” Her friends nodded in agreement.

Apple Bloom then turned her attention to the alicorn filly. “Okay Flurry, can ya please take our diapers off for us?” She asked.

Flurry turned her attention to the diapers. Unfortunately though, her duplication spell had depleted most of the magic she had been holding onto and she only had enough in her to pull the diapers down halfway. “Sowwy, I guess I too good at putting diapees on ponies.” Each of the Crusaders were too desperate to really focus on that problem.

As Scootaloo made her way up onto the toilet seat, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle rushed over to the first training potty they could claim for themselves, and sat Flurry on the one left over. They breathed sighs of relief once they were able to sit down and let nature take its course. Though emptying out and cleaning out each potty afterward was more of a hassle compared to when they only had one to worry about. Still, they managed, somehow.

Once they were all finished and had been cleaned, Scootaloo spoke to Flurry Heart. “Do you know the best part about using the big potty?’” She asked as the training potties were emptied out into the toilet. The young alicorn filly shook her head.

“Okay, Scootaloo, you can show Flurry how the big potty works!” Apple Bloom told Scootaloo.

Upon hearing her earth pony friend, the orange colored pegasus reached out a hoof and grabbed the silver handle attached to the tank of the toilet. “Ready?” She questioned Flurry Heart who nodded her head. “Watch this!” Scootaloo excitedly declared as she pressed down the handle!

A very loud roar hit Flurry’s ears as she looked down. She saw that the water in the bowl was spinning rapidly around and around. Suddenly, it turned into a super dizzying whirlpool! The filly’s eyes then grew wide as she watched all the water swirl down a hole at the bottom of the bowl and disappear! A couple seconds later it returned, except this time it was crystal clear. The young alicorn couldn’t help but giggle loudly. 

She did stop when Scootaloo cleared her throat. “Now Flurry, the big potty is not a toy!” She warned the filly with a serious look on her face. “So, do you promise us that you’ll be a good filly and will never play with the big potty?”

Flurry nodded. “Me promise to never play with big potty.” She told the Crusaders and then theyy all left the bathroom and went back to playing one of their silly but fun games.





Twilight returned to her castle sometime later, and was not as surprised as she probably should’ve been to see the Cutie Mark Crusaders clumsily waddling up to her in diapers that were obviously too thick and too big to really fit them properly. She seemed to be struggling to hold back a giggle, especially as her young niece came waddling up to her with a sort of embarrassed and ashamed look on her face. “So, how was it being Flurry Heart’s potty pals, girls?” She asked the Crusaders.

The three fillies sighed in exhaustion. “Well, you can see for yourself, can’t you?” Scootaloo commented. “Flurry diapered us, and practically made us have to do everything on her level. Still, it worked. She did a pee pee and a poo poo in her potty. We worked extra hard to clean it out afterward too.”

“And did any of you have any trouble going potty with those really thick diapers on?” Twilight asked them.

“A little bit, but Flurry was a big help in gettin’ them off. Partially, anyway.” Apple Bloom admitted.

And Sweetie Belle then pleaded. “But can you please get us out of them? If this is what you have to put up with, I can see why you’ve been so… distracted.”

“‘Distracted’?” Twilight blinked, before realizing what the young unicorn before her was trying to say. “...Oh, yes, yes, of course!” And she quickly coughed into a hoof. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure you want out of them I should be able to remove them from you, so long as you hold still.”

The Crusaders all did so, though Scootaloo seemed to oddly hesitate at first for some reason. Still, with only a little bit of magical effort from Twilight the diapers were removed and poofed away.

Twilight then turned to Flurry Heart and cooed. “You’re getting to be such a big pony, Flurry Heart. You’ve already used your potty more today than you have at any point prior,” And she wiped a lone tear from her eye. “Don’t grow up too fast now, you hear? I mean, you shouldn’t neglect your potty training. It’s not good to stay in diapers forever. But you’re only young once, and a childhood is a terrible thing to waste.”

Flurry nodded. “Uh-huh. But even when me get biggew, ya stiww gonna be my favowite auntie, Twiwy. And now I have thwee mowe aunties to pway with,” Looking at the Crusaders she asked them. “Ya gonna be my potty pals again? I not going back to Cwystaw Empiwe for a few days.”

“Well... , we’ll think about it,” Scootaloo told the young alicorn. “If we do though, it’s gonna have to be without the diapers and all the crazy foal stuff. It’s just too much.”
> The Dawn of No Diapers (Luster Dawn)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Luster Dawn had been a rather quiet child. At least as far as her parents: Moon Dusk and Fire Blaster were concerned. It was hard for them not to notice how almost from birth their daughter seemed to prefer playing with toys by herself rather than socialize with any other little ones. She rarely smiled, even for her baby pictures, as if it was hard for her to do that. And aside from a few occasions she never really cried or even babbled.

For a while, in fact, both unicorn parents were worried that their daughter might never speak at all and that something was wrong with her. It was really quite a relief when she ended up saying her first word: “Mommy”. And she eventually developed a small vocabulary such as: “Daddy”, “Diaper”, “Baba”, “Hungry”, “Stinky” and “Changie”, so her parents didn’t need to guess when something was wrong with her.

But Luster Dawn was still unusually quiet and withdrawn for her age. She largely kept to herself and always seemed to struggle to interact even just a little bit with strangers (which made finding a suitable foalsitter very difficult). But every doctor Moon and Fire took their daughter to said that there was nothing wrong with her, at least on a physical level. She was of a healthy height and weight, despite being a picky eater. They recommended a specialist, but the price tag for one was very expensive and Moon and Fire were weary of having their daughter be poked and prodded at. So they decided against it.

The parents managed with their rather quiet little filly for the first two years, slowly getting her to open up more and more and even eventually managing to get her to play with other little fillies and colts in her age group. Because of this, they had to start considering something that all parents inevitably have to face, something that they knew was going to be a hassle because of their socially distant daughter: Potty training. If they didn’t though, they knew their daughter was just going to be teased by her peers when she was the only one still in diapers. So Moon Dusk and Fire Blaster reluctantly started making plans to teach their daughter about the potty. They hoped that it would be easier than getting her to smile or say her first words.





On one particular day, Luster Dawn noticed when she woke up that both her mother and her father were home with her.

Usually, one parent would already be gone by the time she was awake. Often it was her father, Moon Dusk. She didn’t really know much about his work, she just knew that it seemed to keep him away from her for most of the day everyday. So it was always a special occasion whenever both of her parents were home.

“Good morning, my little Luster!” Fire Blaster lovingly cooed as she lifted her daughter out of her crib. “Your father and I have a wonderful surprise in store for you today!”

“That’s right,” Moon Dusk declared as he came trotting into the nursery, carrying some kind of package on his back. “Starting today, you’re no longer going to be wearing diapers. You get to graduate to big pony underwear, pull-ups!”

Luster blinked her eyes as she speculated that the new undergarments were housed inside her father’s package. Then she instinctively looked back to the diaper hugging her waist so tightly. “No more diapers?” She asked with a whimper.

Moon and Fire exchanged nods. “Correct!”

Luster whimpered more audibly. “But I no want to give up diapers, Don’t wanna wear pull-ups.” It was a pointless protest. She was soon floated over to the changing table in her nursery and her diaper was pulled down.

“All dry and clean again, just like it’s been for the past week,” Fire Blaster praised her daughter. “Doesn’t that make you feel like a big pony? To know that you can make it through the night without having an accident?”

Luster said nothing. She really didn’t know what to think of that, because she’d assumed that going during the night was natural and not going during the night was also natural. It just happened whenever it happened. It was still in a diaper which had to be changed, so what was different?

Moon Dusk used his magic to bail up the unused diaper and toss it into a nearby diaper pail. Then he carefully opened the package and took out one of the pull-ups. After unfolding it, he presented the new undergarment to his daughter. “See? Look how much better the pull-ups are. They have custom prints, and special figures that serve as wetness indicators in case you still have accidents.” The pull-up was varying shades of yellow and blue and depicted Equestria’s sovereign rulers: The royal sisters Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

Being a curious little one, Luster Dawn delicately reached out a hoof to touch the pull-up. It compressed like a diaper would, but only a little bit. The tabs also looked like they were easier to undo compared to her diapers, and it looked like they couldn’t hold as much. What exactly was it about them that made wearing them so great?

Taking the lack of a reaction from his daughter as a sign to proceed, Moon was able to strap up the new pull-up in mere seconds. Then he lifted his daughter from the changing table and smiled as he helped her to stand (she was not used to the weight of her pull-up and hadn’t yet realized it would grant her more freedom in her movements). He couldn’t help but give the new pull-up a pat as he did so. “See? Don’t you feel a lot better now that you don’t have those bulky diapers on you anymore?” He asked his daughter with a bright smile.

Luster wanted to say no. She wanted to say that she didn’t like the change she was being subjected to. But looking at her parents and how happy they seemed to be made her think otherwise. This was just like the times her parents had coaxed her out from behind their legs to say hello to a stranger, or told her to go and play with other baby ponies. They hadn’t been wrong then, even if she might have initially thought otherwise. So she forced herself to stay quiet.





Luster Dawn’s parents looked at each other briefly, and both seemed to be thinking the same thing. The next thing Luster knew, she was being taken by the hoof by her mother. The pull-ups weren’t the only change that was going to happen.

Moon Dusk and Fire Blaster led their daughter from the peace and comfort of her nursery, to a room that she knew only to be cold, smelly and often noisy (and dark): The bathroom. Light immediately flooded the room with the flip of a switch, and Luster’s eyes struggled to adjust. When they did, she found herself standing before a funny looking object. “Now, Luster Dawn,” Her mother began to instruct. “With your big pony underwear or pull-ups comes big pony responsibilities. From now on, you’re to do all your pee pees and poo poos in this!”

Luster looked at the strange object suspiciously. She knew that it was tall, but upon looking at it more carefully, she saw that the bottom part of it resembled some kind of bowl and appeared to be anchored to the floor for some reason. Just above it was some kind of lip or seat that looked like a curved horseshoe with some sort of lid that was already raised. And attached to the back of the bowl was a tank which featured a silver, ramp-like object. “What’s that?” The curious filly asked.

“This, is a toilet!” Her father answered.

 “Toi...wet?” Luster Dawn questioned, sounding out the new word.

“Yup,” Moon Dusk nodded and smiled. “It’s really easy. You just need to get either your mother or I to help you since you’re kind of small. What you do is simple: Pull down your pull-up, get onto the seat and make sure you’re all nice and comfortable, then just sit down, relax and do whatever you need to do. How about we practice that so you’ll know for next time?”

“Nu-uh, don’t wanna!” The little filly protested. “Not sitting on toiwet!” It was way too much of an effort for something that she was pretty sure was way too big for her. It could probably eat her if she wasn’t careful.

Moon Dusk merely groaned in annoyance at his daughter’s defiance, as he used his magic to pull her close before she could escape. “Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise you, it can’t harm you. And your mother and I both agree that you need to start using it.” He lifted her gently into the air and undid the tabs, letting her pull-up slide down to her hooves. Then he placed her delicately on the toilet seat. 

“Oh, you look just like a princess on her royal throne!” Fire Blaster said.

 “She sure does.” Moon Dusk agreed. “I’ll bet she’ll grow up to be a princess herself someday!”

To Luster Dawn, the toilet seat was unpleasantly cold and felt very slippery. She didn’t like being on it for even one second.

“Wanna get down!” She complained, hoping to be heard.

Fire Blaster seemed to oblige. “It’s okay, Luster,” She declared. “This was just a test. When you actually have to go, you’ll sit on it for much longer. And when you’re done,” She told her daughter before pulling some kind of paper substance off a nearby rack. “We’ll clean you up with this: It’s called toilet paper.”

“Then we just put it in the toilet,” Moon Dusk explained. “And then we flush it all away, just like this.” He used his magic to surround the ramp like object, and pressed it down.

Suddenly the toilet roared quite loudly! Too loudly for little Luster Dawn, who whimpered and covered her ears! It was the most frightening sound she’d ever heard! “MAMA! DADA!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, and began whimpering and crying while hiding behind them for safety! To make matters worse, Luster was so frightened that she lost control of her bodily functions, the hissing sound could be heard emanating from her. By the time the toilet had finished flushing, Luster’s new pull-up was anything but pristine: The princesses printed on it had faded, and it looked almost ready to fall apart.





Fire Blaster unhappily sighed as she was forced to change her daughter’s soggy pull-up, and strap a new one up. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” She suggested to her husband. “Maybe we should’ve waited until Luster was a little older.”

But Moon Dusk would hear nothing of it. “We can’t give up just because we had one little setback. Hardly anypony masters potty training on their first attempt. I’m sure that if we keep exposing her to the toilet and keep enforcing mandatory potty times, she’ll be accident free in no time!”

Unfortunately, Moon’s boast couldn’t have been further from the truth. Days and then weeks passed by, and Luster Dawn came no closer to succeeding with the toilet. She would often never even make it to the bathroom before suffering an accident. But on the few times she did, she was too terrified to go anywhere near the toilet. Simply looking at it would make her freeze on the spot, and she would start to cry and scream. It seemed like the flush was just too much for her little ears to take. She always was more sensitive to bright lights and loud noises, a fact that her parents could no longer deny.

So it was that Moon and Fire had to adjust their plans a little. About a month after the training had begun, Moon Dusk came home with another unusual package. This open was a box, and inside the box was some sort of plastic bowl that looked like it was made to resemble Celestia’s throne. “This is a training toilet,” Moon told his daughter. “It doesn’t make that scary sound, and it’s not as cold or uncomfortable to sit on. It’s just the right size for you.”

Luster had to agree on that, not that it made her feel any bit more inclined to do what her parents expected of her.

“Come on, Luster,” Fire Blaster tried to encourage her daughter. “We’re doing this for your sake. All big ponies go through this eventually. And if we don’t do this, you’re going to grow up bullied, teased and isolated because you’re the only one who still wears diapers. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No.” Luster weakly replied. She already found it hard to fit in and make friends as it was, she didn’t want to risk anything that might take them away from her. If it meant going through potty training, she would reluctantly force herself to do it.
> A Barrel of Problems (Barrel Twins)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Since Pickle Barrel was much more skilled than his twin sister Barley when it came to changing diapers, he took care of his own diaper first before tending to his sister. “Wow, we must’ve eaten something to do all of this to the padding!” Pickle teased as he completed the job and chucked the used diapers into the trash without a second thought.

Barley just sat up, groaning and gagging. “Why did you put the diapers in the trash? Now Mom and Dad are gonna find out when they come home! And I can’t believe you put me in another diaper!”

“Well, obviously,” Pickle replied with what seemed like a giggle. “You know the rules from when Mom and Dad potty trained us. When you have accidents, it’s back to diapers until the grown-ups say otherwise.”

Barley glared at her twin brother, if not for his ridiculous idea about using diapers in place of bathroom breaks during flight practice, none of this would’ve happened in the first place. “Whatever, let’s just take out the trash and wash our hooves.”

Pickle questioned. “What are we gonna do about the diapers?”

“We’ll bury them, of course!” Barley insisted. “You know, fertilize the soil. Mom and Dad will never know. We probably don’t even need to do potty training again, or at least I don’t. You probably will if you keep wearing diapers all the time.”

“And how do you know all those crazy stunts you made us do didn’t mess something up inside of us?” Pickle protested. “I’ve heard stories about that happening to ponies.”

Barley was in no mood to argue as she just grabbed the trash with her hooves and tried to keep it a good ways away from her. “Those are just old mares tails. They’re about as real as the potty monster you were always afraid of, which is not all.”

Pickle pouted. “I wasn’t afraid of the potty monster, you were!” He snapped. But his sister had already gone back to bury the diapers, so she didn’t hear him as a result. 

Barley returned shortly, wiping sweat from her brows. Her hooves were covered in dirt and soil. “Okay. We’re going to wash our hooves, and then I’m taking off this stupid diaper. And I’m not changing you if you keep wearing them.” Turning her back to her brother, she trotted away to the lone bathroom that they shared. Normally it wasn’t a problem, not even the fact that there was only one toilet between the two little ponies. Yet as Barley entered the bathroom to wash her hooves (and the sound of shuffling, as well as rustling and crinkling told her that her twin brother wasn’t too far behind), she could remember an occasion where the one toilet had been a problem for her and her brother. It was an experience so vivid it had been burned into the back of her mind, and every now and then it would creep back up.





A much younger Pickle and Barley had been brought into the bathroom by their parents (back when it seemed like they were around more instead of traveling away constantly for their work). Mrs. Barrel in particular seemed rather excited, with enthusiasm so contagious it could’ve been mistaken for that of the town’s leading and only dress maker, Kerfuffle. “Oh, I have such a wonderful surprise in store for you, my little ponies!” She told her children, sporting the same coat color as them.

“Now dear, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Mr. Barrel cautioned. “They’re just starting it today, it’ll probably take a long time before they master it.” He had similar locks to the twins and similar eyes (though their mom had them too). He also didn’t seem to do as much flying, even around the house, despite being a pegasus. He seemed to prefer his hooves on solid ground and was always the one yelling at his son and daughter not to fly in the house.

“I know, I know, but I just can’t help being excited!” Mrs. Barrel replied. “I’m sure they’re gonna love it!”

Once she had the attention of both of her children, she gestured to a hoof to an object that to them looked strange and unusual. It was white, tall, and shaped like a bowl which had a round seat that covered the entire rim. If one stood atop the other they could probably just reach it. There was also a big tank attached to the back of the bowl. 

“What’s that?” Barley was the first to inquire about the odd object standing before her and her brother. 

“This is a toilet,” Mrs. Barrel proudly declared. “And as of today, your father and I want you both to start using it to do what you’re used to doing in your diapers.”

“Yuck!” Pickle remarked, making a face. “Why we have to do that?”

 “Because that’s what all big ponies do. At least if they want to wear pull-ups.” Mr. Barrel explained (with a well hearted laugh at his son’s reaction). “And pull-ups give you much more freedom.” He made sure to emphasize that last bit.

Barley and Pickle exchanged excited glances! “Freedom to fly?” They asked at the same time! Even Pickle Barrel would admit that the diapers he and his sister wore restricted their movements, both on the ground and in the air.

“That’s right!” Mrs. Barrel said with a smile. “However, the toilet only has enough room for one pony at a time. So you’ll have to take turns using it. Which of you would like to go first?”

Despite the promises that came with using the toilet, Pickle didn’t quite feel like trying his luck with it just yet. At least if it did anything to his sister, he’d be safe (he made sure not to say that part out loud).

Barley had no such quarrels, she eagerly shot her hoof up! Mrs. Barrel approached her daughter! “Splendid!” Lowering herself briefly to Barley’s level, the mare proceeded to walk her daughter step by step through the process needed to display mastery of using the toilet. “We’ll start by taking off the diaper. You obviously can’t be wearing it if you’re going to use the toilet.”

Barley tried to take off her diaper all by herself, but alas her hooves were not as well coordinated as they would be a few years down the road and they kept slipping. Her mom didn’t mind, though. She just used her hooves to take off the diaper instead. “Don’t worry, you can come get your father or I whenever you need to go and we’ll help you do it. Eventually, you’ll be able to do at least some of this on your own.”

Barley then felt herself being lifted, not on her power but by the hooves of her mom. A most unusual experience for a pegasus foal so used to flying. Deposited onto the toilet seat, the foal was instructed. “Now, once you’re in the proper position you just need to sit until you either do something, or until your father or I say you can move. Then it’ll be your brother’s turn to try.”

Pickle watched his sister with interest. He wondered if anything was going to happen to her now that she was atop the toilet seat, and hovering just above that bowl it seemed.





Barley Barrel found it hard to do what was expected of her. She’d never really “went potty” in front of other ponies before, at least not intentionally. But she managed, somehow. At last a faint hissing sound could be heard, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had befallen the bathroom.

“Alright, Barley!” Mrs. Barrel sincerely cheered! “That’s exactly how you do it! And on your first try, too! Well done!”

Meanwhile, Mr. Barrel went over to a nearby roll and took several swaths of a paper substance from it. “Now you just wipe yourself using this, it’s called toilet paper. When you’re done, you can just drop it in the bowl.”

But Pickle Barrel had become impatient, especially since he was fast growing jealous of all the attention his twin sister was getting! She had made using the toilet look so easy, and no way was he about to let her get a leg up on him. “If she can do it, I can do it!” He thought in his little mind. Pickle began to buzz and flap his wings, taking to the air before either of his parents had a chance to react or realize what he was doing. “My turn!” He declared as he zoomed over to the toilet as fast as his wings would let him! He apparently hadn’t remembered his mom’s earlier phrase about taking turns.

Barley didn’t have time to react, and neither did her parents! Everything happened so fast! Her brother zoomed right over to her spot, not recognizing she was still on the toilet seat. He knocked her off, and she fell backwards into the toilet bowl. She only just remembered to flap her wings right before she would’ve ended up in the water.

And it was a good thing she had done so, as for Pickle (still wearing his diaper since he had forgotten to take it off) happened to spot something that had previously not caught either his or his sister’s attention. It was a long, gleaming shiny silver handle. He immediately went over to it while his parents were still in a state of shock at what he’d done. “What this do?” He asked aloud as his hoof happened to brush up against it and apply just enough strength to press it down.

Suddenly, a loud roar emerged from the toilet! Barley gasped in horror as she saw the waters below her started to swirl and surge ominously in a circular motion! “Mommy! Daddy! Help!” She cried, flapping her wings just to avoid falling into the water and being taken with it, wherever it was going!

As for Pickle, he’d jumped into the air when the roar had reached his ears! He could see what was happening to his twin sister, and he watched the frantic rescue of her by their parents just as the waters below swirled down the hole and disappeared. It came back a moment later, but now it was sparkling clean.

Only once Barley was safely on the bathroom floor, and Pickle was now perched atop the toilet tank, did Mr. and Mrs. Barrel both breath sighs of relief. “Well, as you just saw,” Mrs. Barrel explained to both of her frightened foals. “There is a handle on the left side of the toilet. When you press it down, it triggers what’s known as a flush. That’s how everything that’s in the toilet disappears, at least what’s supposed to be in it.” She hoped her emphasis alleviated the concerns of both her children.

Mr. Barrel, meanwhile, turned to Pickle as he glared at the colt. “And now you also know why you have to take turns using the toilet. Although in light of what we just witnessed, I’m thinking it might be better to get a training potty or two, just in case.”

Pickle didn’t say a word, now realizing what his rash actions had almost caused.





Ultimately, that frightening close call aside, there were no real bathroom dilemmas during potty training for either of the Barrel twins and thus their parents had decided not to get training potties (though Barley now wished they had). They’d both gotten out of diapers within a week of each other, though this was largely because Barley kept teasing Pickle non stop when she graduated first. She managed to do the same with pull-ups when it came time to graduate from them. And yet, she and her brother were back in diapers and having used them at least twice in the span of twenty four hours. How would they ever explain it to their parents if they found out?

Well, as the memory faded and Barley’s mind came back to reality, she again reaffirmed her belief that such a thing would never happen. She washed her hooves quickly but carefully, and made sure her brother did the same. However, she waited and lingered in the bathroom while Pickle waddled out. Only once she was certain the coast was clear did Barley move to her diaper and begin to try and take it off. She really wished her brother had asked before putting a new one on her.

However, the filly had only just begun to fiddle with her diaper’s tabs when she heard the sound of the front door being opened. Mom and Dad were home, sooner than expected to boot! “Hey Mom, hey Dad!” Pickle Barrel greeted both parents as they entered the house. “Guess what?”

Mrs. Barrel, however, took one look at what was on her son's rump and frowned. “Pickle Barrel, why in the world are you wearing a diaper? And where in the wide world of Equestria did you find diapers in your size?”

Pickle just giggled, shaking his padded rump all about. “Well, sis and I need more potty training because we had accidents in our pampers last night,” He happened to glance toward the bathroom with a knowing wink. “Right, sis?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Barley groaned and growled, realizing the jig was up. She then came waddling out of the bathroom, figuring it was no use trying to take off her diaper now. “Surprise?”

Mr. Barrel was only slightly more positive about being greeted with this news. “I suppose it’s what we get for not leaving our children with a proper foalsitter,” He said to his wife. “They must’ve gotten into another one of their silly contests.”

“Maybe this time, I’ll be the one who completes potty training first!” Pickle said with a grin.

“Never in a million years, brother!” Barley shouted back! “I beat you before, and I’ll beat you again!”

Mr. and Mrs. Barrel just sighed. “Here we go again.” They thought to themselves.
> Potty Predicament (Braeburn)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Braeburn had never felt as excited as he did now, looking at the plot of land that was to become the town of Appleloosa. Not since before the banishment of Princess Luna had a new town officially come into being. But with railroad tracks spreading westward and southward across Equestria, previously barren acres became ripe for construction. Appleloosa was going to be unique though in the fact that it would have its own apple orchard for sustainment.

Trees were being brought in for planting on the designated orchard grounds that once belonged to a tribe of nearby buffalo (which they seldom used). And much of the surrounding landscape was soon transformed into the rough frames of what would become buildings. Not just houses but also hotels, saloons, carriage sheds, even a hospital and a sheriff’s office. Heck, there was talk of setting up a small stadium to host rodeos, and making Appleloosa part of the Equestria Rodeo Circuit.

Braeburn had written to every branch of the Apple family that he knew how to reach or get in contact with. Once construction was finished, he wanted as many ponies as possible to travel out to the humble town and be amazed by what the earth ponies had managed to accomplish (there would be accommodations for pegasi and unicorns once they started showing up in large numbers. Appleloosa was going to be a mostly earth pony town). The stallion helped out with the construction, putting his natural earth pony strength to great use. There was plenty of food and drink to go around to help keep the workers nourished and refreshed even in the heat of Celestia’s sun, or the occasional rain storm that passed through.

Yet as construction got underway and the number of ponies working on drawing up plans, turning logs into lumber and erecting houses from said lumber increased, a noticeable problem started to develop. All that food and drink eventually had to come out. It soon became clear to everypony that simply having workers relieve themselves on the job was far from ideal, especially since they had no sanitation system and little soil to properly fertilize. 

As a temporary stop-gap, a series of pits were dug in designated spots with old newspapers and discarded blueprints being used for cleaning. However, the pits quickly drew long lines and filled up quite fast. It was clear to all that Appleloosa would have to invest in at least some degree of plumbing if it didn’t want to chase off visitors with the smell it would surely become known for.





It wasn’t long before plumbers were being brought in to work on laying pipes for a proper sewer system, and drawing up plans for the necessary fixtures that would take the place of the pits and trenches that currently served as makeshift lavatories.

There was just one problem, there were no ponies in the immediate vicinity of Appleloosa that were at all skilled in the designing or the manufacturing of any plumbing device. This meant that the indoor plumbing fixtures would have to be brought in by train from other cities (like Canterlot and Manehattan), and had to be assembled and installed once they were brought to town. It was expensive, but Sheriff Silverstar summed it up at a town meeting better than anypony else. “This is necessary if our town is ever gonna be viable for tourism, or even just to ensure we stay. So it’s worth every bit we’ll have to spend up front to solve the problem.”

Work on many other buildings slowed to a crawl soon afterward, as the ponies of Appleloosa (Braeburn included) had to find ways to take care of their bathroom breaks without overtaxing the system of pits and trenches that were barely handling the needs of the town. This often took them further and further away from town, forcing them to depend on a lone stream for cleaning. And on the other side of the stream resided the campgrounds of the buffalo tribe.

Though initially welcoming of their new neighbors, the buffalo became hostile once they learned that their old stomping grounds had been claimed and turned into an orchard. Their acts of hostility soon took the form of attacking various supply trains on their way to Appleloosa. It wasn’t uncommon to find several trains arriving in town with entire loads missing, usually apple trees intended for planting, or for trains to be derailed or held up before they reached Appleloosa. 

These frequent attacks ultimately made construction of the new indoor plumbing fixtures take even longer than expected. While the buffalo had little real use for the materials that went into building them (and had no real need for them), they would still end up stealing them or damaging them during their many raids on the supply trains. Some ponies began to wonder if Appleloosa would be able to survive, or if all the effort that had gone into building it turn out to be for naught.

Nopony knew for sure. All they could do was wait and make the most of what they had. While construction slowed considerably, there was a silver lining in that said construction had not outright ceased. So many held out hope. It was a common saying among the locals that “Once the plumbing fixtures are installed, everything will be just fine.”





One morning Braeburn rose from his sleep, making his way into the kitchen in his still incomplete house for a breakfast of biscuits, hay bacon and coffee. It wasn’t much but it was the best anypony in town could do since the first apple crop wouldn’t be ready for harvesting anytime soon. And fruit shipped from elsewhere unfortunately never stayed fresh until it reached Appleloosa. The area he had built that wasn’t finished was going to be a bathroom. In fact, he hadn’t even started on it since the pipes connecting to the town septic tank had only just arrived yesterday. And the fancy unicorn plumber who was supposed to help get them installed wasn’t to arrive until the end of the week. 

Breakfast was finished fast, Braeburn soon trotting out to see where and how his help would be needed today.

To his surprise, Sheriff Silverstar was waiting for him with an unusual smile on his face. “Braeburn, you’re just in time!” He beamed! “It took a lot of time, sweat and effort, but some of our boys took another look at the blueprints for the first indoor plumbing fixtures and were able to complete it. Now all we need is somepony to test them to see if they work properly.”

“Uh, how exactly do you want me to do that?” Braeburn questioned as he was led to a small wooden shack that had a crescent moon carved on the door.

“I think we both know what the best way to test these new plumbing devices is,” Sheriff Silverstar said with a wink. “If it works, then we won’t need to wait for those fancy unicorns to get everythin’ hooked up for us. We can install them ourselves.”

Pulling the door open, Sheriff Silverstar led Braeburn inside. In front of them stood some kind of elevated trench surrounded by a white colored box. There was water inside it, a brightly colored tile and a strange nozzle shaped object. 

“Now, here’s what we know about how it’s supposed to work,” He explained to Braeburn. “Just like with the old trenches, ya gotta place your rump over the openin’. If ya hear a splash that probably means ya did it right. The pedal triggers somethin’ called a flush, which is how this thing empties itself. And that nozzle is a sprayer, you’re supposed to use it instead of paper to clean up.”

“So ya want me to test out all those… things to make sure they work?” Braeburn asked.

Sheriff Silverstar nodded. “Exactly, Braeburn. And be honest. If the boys did somethin’ wrong I wanna know about it.” Then he trotted out of the shack and closed the door behind him before Braeburn could say anything in protest.

Reluctantly, Braeburn decided to embrace his role as a guinea pig for the flush lavatory. He didn’t really like the way it looked, but who was he to complain? It wasn’t like he or anypony else would be seeing much of it anyway. Using it took a while since without physical activity it took a long time for breakfast to digest. 

But when the time came Braeburn had no trouble doing what was necessary. The sprayer was a little bit tricky to hold with hooves (the stallion was sure that it was probably meant more for unicorns who could hold it with magic), but he somehow managed to maintain a grip on it to clean himself up. 

Then he stepped onto the pedal as he heard a noise he’d never heard before reached his ears. By chance, his eyes happened to look down at the lavatory trench in time to see the water suck everything in it down some kind of trap. Then it refilled, sparkling clear, as if nothing had ever happened.

Unfortunately though, the flush had caused a bit of water to splash up at Braeburn. He’d only just managed to lift his face to avoid a direct hit. “Well, that’s one thing that’ll need to be fixed.” He complained as he shook his wet mane all about. Still, it looked like this new flush lavatory did its intended job well enough.
> Flush And Fleet (Fleetfoot)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

When the order was sent out to all Wonderbolts that they were to wear diapers, at first just for shows and then all the time, many had grumbled and complained. They didn’t like the idea of being forced into such infantile garments and then parading about in them for everypony to see. Yet none were as vocal in their opposition of the decision than Fleetfoot, not the least because of her own experiences with diapers and getting out of them.

Although Fleetfoot had grown up in a traditional pegasus home with loving parents, her mom and dad were almost never around. They seemed to be busy with their jobs or with other things. So the care of Fleetfoot was left to her older brother named Silverstreak. As the name suggested he had a coat of gleaming silver, an almost similarly colored white mane and tail that were often messy and unstyled, and lovely blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires. His cutie mark was a trail of dust.

Silverstreak would often be there to wake Fleetfoot in the morning, change her diapers, feed her, bathe her and of course play with her and put her to bed. Fleetfoot was too young to really take notice of how he seemed to almost always be around her, and didn’t seem to have anywhere else he needed to be. She just latched onto him in the absence of a parent or trusted guardian or caretaker to look after her. 

Naturally, the teenage pegasus started to grow pretty tired of having to change his little sister’s diapers all the time. He knew it was supposed to be his parents’ job, and he hated how they were basically forcing him to step up in their absence. But he had no idea how to properly convey this to little Fleetfoot, so he would force himself to smile even when it was obvious that it was a fake smile.

Eventually, Silverstreak decided that enough was enough. He wasn’t going to change anymore diapers if he could help it! And since his parents weren’t likely to step up and start taking over on their responsibilities anytime soon, the teenaged colt decided he would do the next best thing. “Enjoy the diapers now, little sis,” He thought one day as he watched Fleetfoot waddling around, flapping her wings while her padded butt clearly wiggled and shook with every step she took. “Because pretty soon they’re gonna be a thing of the past. Mom and Dad say I was a fast learner, so I’ll bet you’ll be the same.”





The very next day, Silverstreak made sure to wake up bright and early to check on his little sister. Just as he’d suspected, his parents were yet again nowhere to be seen and had left him in charge of the house. Well that meant they weren’t going to be able to protest when he did what he was about to do. making his way over to Fleetfoot’s nursery and threw open the door as he made his way over to her crib. “Okay, Fleetfoot, I think that it’s high time you got out of diapers,” He declared in a bold and dramatic tone that only barely covered up his annoyance and frustration. “So starting today, you’re going to do your business the way all big ponies do.”

“I be big pony?” Fleetfoot asked in an unaware tone as she fluttered her way out of her crib and into her brother’s embrace.

Silverstreak eagerly nodded his head. “As long as you pay attention and do exactly what I tell you to do, yes. So, let’s-” But his statement was cut off as he sniffed the air and plugged his nose.

With a blush, Fleetfoot not so secretly asked. “Big brother change me?”

“Actually,” Silverstreak declared while holding his nose. “Let’s adjourn to the bathroom. After all, that’s where you’re gonna go from now on whenever you need to do what you just did in your diaper. Might as well cut out the middle mare and go straight to where everything’s gonna end up anyways.”

Fleetfoot blinked in surprise as she was carried into the bathroom by her brother, who was holding her a great distance away from his nose and flapping his wings to try and fan away the smell. She only really knew the room for being where she had her baths. But that was often after she had been changed. So why would she be getting a bath when she hadn’t yet been given a change? 

The teenaged pegasus used a hoof to kick open the bathroom door and carried his sister inside. He passed right by the bathtub and the sink, eventually setting Fleetfoot down carefully on the floor in front of a massive object that looked like a cross between a chair and a bowl.

Eyeing the massive object from her current position, the little filly was amazed by how tall and… big it was compared to her. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen before.

Fleetfoot’s attention was quickly drawn to something else as she saw her brother lifted up the lid, revealing what looked like a round seat which covered the entire rim of the bowl. “This is the toilet, the big pony potty.” He explained to her. “Whatever you wanna call it, it’s what big ponies use instead of diapers to go number one and number two. Just take off your diaper, sit down on the seat, do whatever you gotta do, and then be sure to wipe, flush and wash.”

Fleetfoot already knew about “wiping” and “washing”, though she was a little surprised to see her brother gesture to a nearby rack holding up an unfamiliar substance. “You see that?” He asked, and when his sister nodded he told her. “That’s toilet paper, and that’s what you use to clean yourself up after you go. Except you don’t put it in the trash, you put it in the toilet.”

“In toiwet?” The little filly blinked and questioned.

“Yes,” Silverstreak nodded. “The bowl is where you put everything that’s supposed to go into it: Namely your number ones and number twos, and toilet paper. Then when you’re all done, or sometimes even before you’re done, you just flush and everything that’s in the toilet will go away. Would you like to see how?”

When his sister nodded her head in approval, the teenage pegasus scooped her up, taking care not to touch her diaper. He delicately deposited her atop the tank, making sure his sister was standing on it carefully and not in danger of falling off. Then he pulled a couple pieces of toilet paper off from the roll before placing it into the toilet bowl.

“Alright, now pay attention, this is the most important thing to remember,” Silverstreak instructed as Fleetfoot’s eyes noticed her brother had a hoof on some kind of gleaming, silver handle that was attached to the tank. “To flush, you just push down on this handle. It’s really quite simple. Just watch!” Demonstrating this, he promptly pushed it down.

The toilet let out a mighty loud roar which caused Fleetfoot to wince in surprise. She didn’t expect the noise to be that loud (even if she heard it quite often since the room she was in now was right next to her nursery). Despite her current position, the filly was able to look down from the lid at the bowl directly beneath her. The water inside it had at first been smooth and mirror like before it started spinning and swirling around and around, taking the toilet paper with it. As it spun faster and faster, Fleetfoot watched with curiosity as it suddenly became a dizzying whirlpool. After a few seconds, it swirled down a hole and disappeared! It came back moments later and returned to its smooth, crystalling clear appearance from before.





Fleetfoot started hopping up and down in excitement. “Tat so coow!” She cheered. Her brother’s demonstration had most definitely caught her attention! “Is wike magic twick!”

  “You bet it is, little sis!” Silverstreak said. “So from now on, I want you to use the toilet and not your diapers every time you have to go. Just think, you won’t have to stop playing or flying for diaper changes. Heck, you won’t even have to wear diapers. You’ll be free to fly around with nothing on. Won’t that be nice?”

Fleetfoot nodded in agreement and began flapping and buzzing her wings! “Splendid!” Silverstreak declared, before his attention turned to the padded undergarment still around his sister’s rump and lowered himself to her level. “First, you gotta get rid of that dirty diaper. I don’t think I need to tell you why. So, let’s get you out of that thing before you get a rash. Don’t need Mom and Dad to yell at me, don’t we?” 

“Uh-huh!” Fleetfoot declared. “We no like tat!” She now had a pretty good understanding of why diapers and the toilet didn’t go together, why you could only use one.

Silverstreak couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he got an idea. “Actually, why don’t you do the honors of disposing of your old diaper?” He suggested. “It’s your last one, after all. It only seems right that you be the one to make that first step towards being a big pony.”

“How do I tat?” Fleetfoot asked with concern. That was one thing she wasn’t quite sure on, and her brother’s demonstration unfortunately hadn’t told her anything that could help.

“Just undo the tabs. It’s pretty easy to remove it after that.” Silverstreak instructed. He decided to do that part of the job himself as his little sister’s hooves didn’t look like they’d be quite up to the task. Upon doing so however, the teenaged pegasus didn’t know that he was about to give Fleetfoot a chance to cause trouble.

After the tabs were undone and the diaper slid down her back hooves Fleetfoot snatched it up and began flapping her wings to carry it. Soon she was hovering over the toilet where she promptly dropped her diaper into the bowl. Then she started flapping and flying toward the handle.

“Bye bye diapee!” She waved a hoof to the undergarment floating in the water, before pressing the handle down with all the strength her little body could muster up!

When Silverstreak heard the toilet flushing, he realized what Fleetfoot was doing! He tried to reach out a hoof to grab his sister’s soggy diaper which was now spinning rapidly around and around with the water in the bowl. But it was too late! The teenage pegasus could only watch as it got sucked down through the hole!

Fleetfoot was quite surprised when she noticed that the waters inside the bowl didn’t disappear down the hole, and neither did her diaper. The toilet started to gurgle, and the water suddenly started rising, eventually flowing out of the bowl and onto the floor as the diaper rose to the top, bobbing up and down like a cork.

“Did me goofed up?” Fleetfoot wondered as she observed the overflowing toilet from her current position.

Silverstreak groaned and grit his teeth. “Yes, Fleetfoot. You flushed a diaper and now the toilet is all clogged up! You better not have broken it, toilets are expensive to replace!”

“Diapees don’t fwush?” Fleetfoot pondered.

“No they don’t, they belong in the trash. Dirty diapers especially,” The teenaged colt grumbled as he fished out the padding, thus clearing the blockage and allowing the water to retreat back down the hole. “You can flush just about anything else down the toilet, but not diapers,” He instructed and was then quick to warn. “And not you either. You don’t belong in a toilet, and it is NOT a toy. As long as you remember that and make sure to come get me for help, you can use the toilet from now on,” Then he added. “Right after we get you cleaned up.” He promptly took a few rolls of toilet paper from the rack to do the job.





Thanks to her brother’s teachings, Fleefoot’s transition from diapers to toilet usage was smoother than most little ones. She was out of diapers considerably faster than any of her peers, which was a fact that she took great pride in. In fact, she attributed her rapid success with toilet training as the reason behind her rapid ascension through the ranks of the Wonderbolts in such a short amount of time after joining them.

So being forced back into diapers was something that Fleetfoot thought for sure she would hate. And indeed she did, at first, but for some strange reason though, as the days went by after the first diaperings began, Fleetfoot found that she actually didn’t mind the padded undergarments as much. In fact, she’d missed them. “If only my brother hadn’t forced me to give up my diapers before I was even two and a half years old,” She thought to herself. “Oh well, at least he’s not here to see me wearing them again. He sure was pushy.”
> Old, New and Super (Granny Smith)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Even though she wasn’t the first pony who had previously been a grown-up now turned into a foal, Granny Smith wasn’t exactly thrilled with her new condition. True, she would get to see her grandkids grow up and hopefully have families of their own someday. But having to basically grow-up all over again was not a thrilling prospect to the formerly elderly mare.

She began to devise a way to try to prove to everypony that despite her physical appearance she was still the wise head (former-head perhaps) of the Apple family. And the mare turned into a foal soon settled for what seemed like the best way to demonstrate that fact: She would potty train herself. She’d already kind of had to undergo it again when the plumbing fixtures around the farm had upgraded from a simple outhouse and a pit to an entire indoor toilet with a working flush.

It shouldn’t have been hard to do it once again at the proper age for potty training. And under most circumstances it probably wouldn’t have been, especially if the little one had someone to help them do it. But Granny Smith knew Applejack wouldn’t let her use a toilet or any kind of bathroom if she asked, and she doubted either of her other grandkids would overrule her. She knew all too well how stubborn and overprotective her eldest granddaughter could be.

So Granny Smith was left to improvise on her own. Perhaps if she had been thinking more clearly she might have realized she was in over her head in more ways than one. The only other foals in the group that had any major experience with toilets had all been part of a huge flushing spree that had been sparked by Discord himself. And since then they’d all promised not to even think about the potty until they were old enough to use it. So asking any of them for help was also out of the question.

Just getting to a bathroom at Sweet Apple Acres was a challenge in and of itself for Granny Smith. Her crib was in a nursery that had previously been her bedroom, and she remembered how it had been agnozingly so far away from the closest bathroom. Prior to her regression, though she hadn’t yet complained, Granny had been groaning to herself at having to tax her body so much whenever nature called. And now it seemed like the journey was even longer, perhaps Granny was so small and everything seemed further away than it had previously been. 

Still, the regressed mare was lucky. Applejack had set her down for a nap and was currently attending one of those friendship meetings with Twilight and the others (they still held them despite Rainbow Dash being a foal). So with Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom working out in the fields, assuming that Granny Smith was napping, the foal had free range of the farm house. Once she managed to wiggle her way out of her crib and plop down onto her diapered rump, the journey out of her nursery began.

She was already imagining the excited and shocked looks on her grandchildren’s faces when she’d reveal to them all what she was capable of. That would definitely reassert her status as head of the Apple family. And the group of foals she now belonged to would be sure to be impressed, even if they might not feel ready to try and potty train themselves.





Step by step, her diaper crinkling all the while, Granny Smith slowly made her way down the hall once she had made it beyond the door of her nursery. It seemed to take a while before she reached her destination, just barely managing to push the bathroom door open ajar with her muzzle. “Never thought bein’ this young could have so many downsides.” She said to herself even though she knew nopony was around to hear her.

The bathroom was dimly lit, but despite her shrunken stature Granny Smith could tell where everything was supposed to be just fine. She could spot the locations of the sink, the tub and the toilet just fine. Everything was exactly where it should be.

Yes, the toilet now looked much bigger than her, but she wasn’t frightened. It was to be expected. The only real challenge was going to be finding a way to get up onto it, since by a stroke of great luck the lid was up and the seat was down. Probably from one of her grandkids being in such a rush. “How many times did I always tell them to stop rushing through things all the time?” She frowned in thought. “Oh well, I’ll be sure to lecture them on it afterI’ve done my business.”

So the formerly elderly earth pony started looking all about the bathroom for any signs of anything that could help her get up on the toilet seat. She wasn’t like her possible fourth-cousin twice removed Pinkie Pie, she couldn’t just bounce up and hope to catch the seat on her way up (or down if she went too high). She still rolled her eyes at the fact that the pink party pony still occasionally flushed herself down toilets, most likely through the help of a bit of leftover chaos magic from Discord.

Granny Smith looked all about, relieved that she didn’t feel the need to do anything yet. She was sure that if she did it would be almost impossible to hold it in and concentrate. And the last thing the now regressed earth pony wanted was to suffer an accident, either in her diaper or on the floor. If she did she knew her grandchildren would never let her forget it, and Applejack would surely take it as a sign that Granny couldn’t do anything by herself and needed to be babied nonstop.

Suddenly, Granny’s orange eyes noticed something! Something they had overlooked before because there was no way the object could’ve been ignored, no way it could’ve not been there. It was a step stool that looked to be just her size, and just big enough to put her in a position to get up on the toilet seat. Rushing over to it, Granny Smith pushed the step stool with all her might until it was right next to the bottom of the toilet bowl.

Now for the hard part. The regressed mare stepped back, eyeing everything to make sure it was lined up properly. A mistake could send her tumbling to the bathroom floor or even straight into the waters of the toilet bowl itself. The room for error was practically non-existent, she had to get it right! It looked like the step stool was in its proper place, and the seat most certainly wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. So she trotted forward and then in what could only be described as a mad scramble, she stood on the tips of her hooves and scrambled onto the cold toilet seat. She knew she’d done it right when she saw how high off the ground she was, and how much of a drop it seemed to be if she leaned back too far.

There was only one more thing left to do before the toilet could be used properly. Granny Smith had to take off her diaper. A task that was as simple as moving her hooves to undo the tabs holding the undergarment up. She then shimmied and shook the padding down to where it was just dangling at the bottom of her legs. She could’ve taken it off but the idea didn’t occur to her until she’d already plopped herself down on the seat.





So Granny sat there and waited, and waited, and waited and waited some more. Maybe her last diaper change hadn’t been all that long ago, or maybe she had already gone and been changed in her sleep without knowing it? Well for whatever reason, the regressed mare was growing impatient as she continued to sit on the edge of the toilet seat, her rump in a careful hovering position above the bowl while her legs dangled.

However, nothing was happening, Granny Smith was starting to grow impatient. “Consarn it all!” She humphed! “Come on, body! I ain’t askin’ for much here, just a little cooperation! I know I gotta go eventually, but I got better things to do than sit around here for however long that takes!”

But there were no tell tale signs that potty time of any sort was coming. Granny Smith knew Applejack would eventually come back, and would surely find her in the bathroom if everything stayed as it currently was. It seemed her potty training attempt was a bust. She would have to try another time, maybe by intentionally eating or drinking to make herself go.

Suddenly, the toilet began to grow bigger, to the point where sitting on it almost allowed Granny Smith to reach up to the bathroom ceiling! And it grew wider too, its bowl expanding to massive size as the seat stretched out to match it! It was all too much for the little one to handle. Try as she might she couldn’t maintain her balance, and her diaper didn’t help because the seat was just too slippery! Her diaper slid all the way off her as Granny Smith slipped backwards off the seat and plunged into the bowl of this massive toilet! She immediately poked her up, struggling to stay afloat in the waters while she tried to call out for help or figure out a way to climb out. “Help! Get me out! Please!” She pleaded, hoping that either Big Mac or Apple Bloom would hear her! But there was no reply.

Something else happened instead. What sounded like a click reached the regressed mare’s ears, and then before she knew it she was being swept up by a raging whirlpool that spun her every which way! “Oh no, it’s happening again!” She realized in horror, remembering the earlier flushing spree from before her regression! The only thing she could do was hold her breath as a powerful suction took hold of her tail, pulling her down the drain rump first!

For a moment everything went dark. But then, Granny Smith felt light flood her vision as she felt herself start to rise! Almost before she realized it, she was being hurled out of the toilet bowl and flung onto the floor where she landed atop her still spotless diaper! But to whom did she owe her miraculous escape?





Granny Smith didn’t have long to find out. A familiar mismatched creature stood over her, and seemed to be struggling hard not to laugh. “Oh my goodness! I was not expecting that at all! I meant for Super Toilet to get Super Stallion, not you.” The creature apologized as he made a towel appear in front of him and began to dry off Granny Smith.

“Dag nab it all, so this was all your doin’?” Granny Smith frowned. “What? One flushin’ spree wasn’t enough for ya? Ya wanted to do it again, ‘cept with just me? Am I your guinea pig now or somethin’?”

Discord rolled his eyes. “Honestly, what is it with you ponies? I do more than flush ponies. It was Nightmare Moon’s idea, not mine. I merely assisted her in pulling it off,” Then he explained. “Pinkie Pie’s obviously been far too careless with all that chaos magic from the times she’s been flushing herself. I’ve been trying to take it back little by little, if only so a certain ‘roommate’ of mine will stop yaking my ear off about leaving it unattended. I will admit Super Toilet was my idea, though it was supposed to still be a work in progress.”

Granny rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I don’t care much for all the chaos you bring. But I appreciate the rescue. Guess this is what I get for tryin’ to cheat the natural order of things again.”

“Or maybe you just need to potty train on your level,” Discord suggested. “Either way, I suppose I can teleport you back to your nursery and clean up the chaos so that it’ll look like it never happened. But if you tell anypony about this I’ll deny it.”

The regressed mare sighed, accepting the deal. “Fine,” But she was quick to warn. “You’d better keep your word, Discord. If I find out one of my grandkids ended up a victim of a Super Toilet, I’ll find my way into your dimension and make you rue the day you ever thought of such a monstrosity! You understand?”

The witty spirit of chaos sighed and nodded. “More than you can imagine. But don’t worry, you won’t remember this. In fact, no one will remember any of this. After all, this isn’t supposed to have happened. I suppose I should’ve expected this when I brought Super Stallion to Equestria. The story takes on a mind of its own without its creator.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Granny snorted, before there was another blinding flash and it was as if she’d went to sleep.

Discord sighed, eyeing the huge toilet. “Okay, Super Toilet. It’s been fun, but it’s back to the drawing board with you. And you heard Granny Smith, no more flushing ponies without my permission: Regular or royal.” The huge toilet whimpered and vanished, as the regular sized toilet returned in its place at the same time that Granny Smith was poofed back to her crib.
> Town Training (Mayor Mare)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mayor Mare hadn’t expected the citizens of the town she governed to end up the victims of a crazy and out of control nursery run by robots. It was only made worse when she too was captured, diapered and dressed up in the most humiliating oversized baby clothes. “I will not be treated like this!” She whined the whole way through, even though her protesting did little good. “I am the Mayor of Ponyville!”

“Oh, that’s a big pony job, sweetie,” A robotic voice cooed in a tone that to Mayor Mare sounded condescending. “And you’re not a big pony at all. It’s cute that you wanna play pretend though. A child’s imagination should be encouraged, not shunned.”

“But I AM the mayor!” Mayor Mare whined as she felt a thick, white diaper be taped to her rear and her collared robe that she never liked to be without be taken off (along with the tie that she always wore to match it). She really didn’t look like a mayor any longer, especially once a ridiculously frilly pink dress was slipped over her. She was then taken to a room where she saw many of the ponies who had elected her, all undergoing the same treatment (and they were all earth ponies to boot. Unicorns and pegasi were being kept in separate rooms, and there was as of yet no indication where any of the princesses were or if they knew about the nursery at all).

Before Mayor Mare (now just Mare) could protest any further, the robotic nannies came in and scooped her and several other ponies up. “Now’s the time for feeding, little ones.”

Mayor Mare was plopped into a high chair with its bars locking into place, preventing her from escaping despite how much she wiggled about in protest. She was promptly spoon fed several jars worth of different colored goops that tasted awful.

“What is this stuff!” She complained in between spoon servings, trying in vain to gag it out or spit it out.

“You’re not ready to eat big pony foods, your body can’t handle it. All little ones will eat only the approved foods, and drink only the approved drinks. Now open wide for the choo choo train.” One of the robotic nannies instructed.

“Can’t we at least pretend it’s the Canterlot Express or something important?” Mayor Mare grumbled. But her protest was ignored as she was spoon fed once again. She was actually grateful for the bottle of milk that was given to her later. At least the rich, creamy taste of the milk washed out the awful taste of food flavors she’d rather forget like Mashed Peas. If she ever got out of this nursery, she was going to see to it that the producers of such slop were no longer allowed to make or sell it.

After the feeding was complete, Mayor Mare was helped out of her highchair by the nannies and one held her over its lap as it started patting her stomach repeatedly. “What are you-” She began, before letting out an involuntary belch. A really loud one at that, one that probably could’ve given a fully grown dragon a run for its money! Mayor Mare felt shame wash over her like a tidal wave. She was always careful to compose herself in front of others. She never ever did something so embarrassing and so… uncouth! Not even saying “Excuse me” would help.

Yet she willed herself to be strong and not to cry. She was still the rightfully elected mayor of Ponyville, and she had to be strong for the sake of her constituents. At least, that’s what she told herself. She had to in order to keep at least some of her dignity. It was just about the only thing she had left.





Once feeding time was done the mayor in name only mostly kept to herself as she sat on her diapered rump. Even though the robot nannies only periodically maintained any sort of presence in the room she was in, she could see quite clearly as day that the door was locked tight. And since there were lots of other earth ponies in the room with her it was a safe bet to assume that it was enchanted to protect against earth pony strength. There was no way out. She was trapped for however long this robotic nursery continued to operate.

Of course, just sitting around and doing nothing was boring. So Mayor Mare did reluctantly start helping herself to some nearby toys. She occupied herself with building a replica of Ponyville out of blocks and used her imagination to invent various scenarios involving the town’s citizens that she could solve.

But as the playing stretched on for what felt like ages, Mayor Mare started to become aware of a not so faint and fast growing urge building up inside of her. Much as she hated it she had reluctantly eaten the foal food since there wasn’t much else for her to eat, to say nothing of the bottle of milk she had drank from in order to get rid of the yucky taste in her mouth. There was no denying it, she needed to go to the bathroom. And if she didn’t do something soon it was going to become an emergency of the kind that she feared would end only one way!

Yes, there was a “portable” bathroom she was currently wearing. She could easily just relax and let go into the padding. But Mayor Mare crossed her legs in protest and plopped down while taking care not to destroy her block city. The Mayor of Ponyville was not going to use her diaper like some little foal! No siree!

As luck would have it, at that very moment one of the robot nannies happened to come by for a diaper inspection. It peeled back Mayor Mare’s thick padding while lifting up the back of her dress (which of course was designed to show off rather than hide the diaper). “What’s this? Still dry and clean?” The nanny declared with praise that sounded exaggerated instead of sincere (clearly the programming was not meant to mask the intentions of whoever had built these mechanical helpers). “How surprising. You’re such a good foal.”

Mayor Mare just grumbled and groaned as she looked at the robot nanny. “Well, regardless of what you think, I am currently in a bit of a… situation,” Clearing her throat she explained. “Could you please direct me to the nearest restroom? Surely there has to be one around here somewhere.”

“Oh, does the brave little foal think she’s ready for potty training?” The nanny asked in an obvious coo. “I don’t know. It seems rather unlikely. We don’t really have protocols for that.”

“I don’t care! Just please take me to a restroom so that I may go!” Mayor Mare pleaded. “It’s an emergency!” She felt ashamed for even having to say such a thing out loud and it spoke to just how urgent the need to go was.

“Well, there is something we can try.” The nanny replied to Mayor Mare’s plea, and started making all kinds of strange mechanical noises, perhaps sending out some kind of code or message.





Suddenly, the nursery was flooded with robot nannies that were doing a variety of different tasks! They worked together to place a huge plastic bowl on the floor of the nursery, pull Mayor Mare’s diaper down, and then plop her down onto said plastic bowl, which was a foalish pink and had flowers and smiling faces printed all over it.

Mayor Mare blushed in embarrassment, especially since the commotion of the nannies had drawn the attention of everypony in the room and all eyes were now drawn to her. “Is this really necessary?!” She complained. “I didn’t mean I wanted some toddler potty! I wanted an actual toilet, and some privacy!”

“Sorry, but toilets are strictly off limits. The only potties allowed are your diaper or the plastic ones we have here,” A robot nanny explained. “And all who choose the latter are required to demonstrate the process for others. Now be a good little foal and go potty, unless you’d rather go in your diapers.”

The mayor didn’t like either option and would’ve loved to opt for a third. But she knew that she didn’t have that luxury at the current moment, so she just settled for being a public spectacle. She blushed in embarrassment as many of the same ponies who she was used to having look up to her and respect her, now were watching her with wide eyes of wonder.

Mayor Mare remained speechless as she felt nature take its course, and her tail hike upward. And soon, a series of tinkles and plops could be heard echoing throughout the nursery as familiar smells overpowered the foalish scents of cornstarch and lavender. “I hope there’ll be a way to erase everypony’s memories of this nursery when this is all over,” She thought to herself as she relieved herself. “I can only imagine what the paparazzi would do if they got their hooves on pictures of me like this. I would never live the humiliation down. And I thought fighting the whole town over an old doll was embarrassing, I really didn’t know how lucky I had it back then.”

When it was all over, Mayor Mare had to resist the urge to sigh. She wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the public display she had just done. At least though she could take pride in the fact that, as far as she knew, she was the only one in the room who had actually “gone potty” successfully. So that would hopefully be enough to silence those snickering her, once she reminded them of that fact anyway. “Well done, little one! Very well done indeed!” The robotic nanny from earlier clapped its obviously oversized mechanical hands together, before it picked up the potty. “This will be cleaned out later. But for right now it’s you who must be cleaned. Please hold still.”

Almost before Mayor Mare had a chance to speak or get a word in edgewise, she felt another pair of robotic hands take hold of her. She soon felt herself being wiped clean quite thoroughly, before her diaper and dress were pulled back up and she plopped onto the floor where the training potty had been with a plop. When she did so, some of the foal powder from earlier that hadn’t yet fully settled to the bottom of her padding spilled out in a big cloud.

“Uh-oh, did the big filly go boom-boom?” The nanny handling the full training potty could be heard saying. Mayor Mare didn’t feel like replying, despite being addressed as a “big filly”. Maybe with a little luck she could play up this “big filly” role to gain some leverage over the nannies? She doubted they would let her be in charge in any meaningful fashion, but even just a little more authority and control would be nice. Not only would she be able to feel less humiliated, but she could also try to make things more tolerable for her fellow earth ponies (and maybe even learn where the non-earth ponies were).





Well, in order for Mayor Mare to gain that sort of control she had to repeat her earlier success several times, which in turn touched off a vicious cycle of consuming foul tasting foal food and drinking milk from baby bottles to get rid of the taste. She was surprised at how using the potty didn’t seem to get easier, no matter how many times she did it. And neither did the nannies seem to anticipate this and make an effort to keep a potty close by.

Mayor Mare suspected that the programming of the nursery was to blame. It really didn’t know how to handle a pony like her who didn’t want to completely play along with the system. It probably saw her as a threat, a pony who would defy the system and bring it down. 

Well whatever the case may have been, Mayor Mare would just keep trying. She wasn’t about to let the nursery win. Intentionally having “accidents” was out of the question. The only thing more surprising to the mayor than the nursery was how it seemed like nopony else was trying to fight it as much as she did. Which just made her feel even more special for consistently “going potty”, even if she would never upgrade to toilet usage so long as the nursery itself still called the shots. 

Oh well, she was still not completely diaper dependent. And that was a victory she was happy to have over the nursery, even if every other aspect of her former “big pony” life was now gone.
> Punch's Poof Problem (Berry Punch)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Berry Punch had hardly expected a trip to a bar to end up with her stuck as a little filly and in the care of the bartender, treated as little more than at best a toddler who was just ready to begin her potty training.

But what ultimately had happened to the earth pony?

She had begun her night visiting a bar that had opened up recently on the outskirts of Ponyville. Perhaps in hindsight something about the bar should’ve caught her attention, because it seemed unusually foalish by design. It had bright colors in hues of baby blue, pink and yellow, and the floors were unusually soft.

The bar itself was perhaps the most “grown-up” thing about the whole establishment, at least the part where the drinks were served. And the drinks didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary.

Not long after Berry had her first drink she felt strange. She started feeling all “tingly” as her eyes slammed shut and her mind began to feel “fuzzy”. Upon opening her eyes again she saw that everything was suddenly much taller than she had remembered it being. To make matters worse she was now wearing rather embarrassing pull-ups with the princesses printed all over them. The bartender explained to Berry. “Perhaps you didn’t realize, or even skimmed through the disclaimer. But this is a regression bar. We put something in the drinks that causes patrons to regress. Some regress more than others.”

Berry Punch groaned. She could remember being presented with such a “disclaimer” up front, and she had just skipped ahead to the end and signed on the dotted line. She had thought nothing of it. “How will I ever explain this to anypony if they find out?” She thought to herself, blushing with shame at her short sighted and rash action.

Speaking of shame…

The bartender brought Berry to a special room that looked like a sized up nursery of some sort. And she was deposited on a changing table while the bartender checked her pull-up.

“Hmm, you haven’t done anything yet,” He commented. “That must mean that you are one of the lucky ones who regressed to the level of ‘Potty Training Toddler’.”

“Meaning what?” Berry grumbled, though she really needn't have asked.

The bartender replied by plopping his regressed charge onto a plastic training potty that had been tucked away into a small corner. And he proceeded to pull down her pull-up so that it hung from her ankles in a drooping like appearance. “You’re going to be dependent on a training potty to do your… er… business until you go back to being normal.”

“And how long will that take?” Berry asked as she uncomfortably shifted her weight about on the toddler potty.

The bartender just uncertainly answered as he twiddled his hooves. “At least twelve, to twenty four hours. The concoctions behind the regressions are never exact.”

“So I could be stuck like this for an entire day?” Berry grumbled.

“I’m afraid so,” The bartender replied. “Be thankful you still have your memories and some independence.”

The little earth pony grumbled anew. “Do I seriously need to use this? Wouldn’t I know if I had to go? I may look like a toddler, but I’m not actually a toddler.”

“Well you should know that a toddler’s control of their bodily functions can be unpredictable,” The bartender cautioned. “I’m not taking any chances. Please, just cooperate with me until you’re back to normal. In your current condition, actual toilet usage is too dangerous I’m afraid.”





So Berry reluctantly went quiet. She eventually did manage to tinkle in the training potty a little, though hardly to the degree where she would’ve felt proud of her deed if she were an actual toddler. And she should know considering how much she’d struggled to train her daughter when she was a toddler.

Still it was better than doing it in her pull-up, even if Berry didn’t want to admit she kind of liked wearing it. It made her feel like a “big filly” for lack of a better term. And she found it so weird that she felt that way. She would surely retain all of her training when she eventually went back to being a big pony. Heck, she hadn’t done much in the training potty to begin with.

But the bartender seemed to be praising Berry’s accomplishment in such an over the top fashion that she couldn’t help but find it charming. “Oh, such a big little filly you are, Berry! Oh yes you are!”

“Are you going to do this every time I use the training potty?” Berry questioned the bartender with a quirked eyebrow. “Because if you are this is going to be a long twelve to twenty four hours.”

“If you want me to, little one,” The bartender replied as he brought out some wet wipes to clean up her flank. “Now, if you’re sure you don’t have to do anything else, I’m going to go take this training potty and empty it out. You stay here.” Reluctantly, Berry obeyed. She wanted to make a run for it and get away. But where could she go? In her current state it would be almost impossible to get into her house, to say nothing of being seen as younger than her daughter.

The bartender came back quick as a flash and helped pull Berry’s pull-up back, making sure it was nice and secure around her rump. “There we go. Now we’d better go check on some of the other patrons from last night and see how they’re doing.”

“Hopefully a lot better than I’m currently doing, although somehow I doubt it a lot,” Berry thought to herself as she was scooped up into the bartender’s hooves, and carried out of her little nursery. “I just hope none of them will recognize me, because I for one would much rather forget this ever happened. Going through potty training once was enough, thank you very much.”
> Potty Time For Pinch (Ruby Pinch)
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You very carefully double checked the numbers on the side of the house against the crudely drawn piece of parchment held in your hands. It was hard to make out those little blotches of ink at first, but a closer inspection revealed that they were the same as the much bigger numbers inscribed in brick before you. This was the residence you had been called to. The owner of this house here in Ponyville had reached out to you for help with her daughter, though she had declined to provide many other details. The most she could add was that she was really busy running her own restaurant (though that was only part of her profession) and needed someone to look after her daughter who wasn’t going to think oddly of her for whatever reason.

Putting the paper containing the address back into one of your pants pockets, you reached out a free hand to knock on the door three times and then waited patiently. A reply came quite soon when a click could be heard, and then the door swung open. Before you now stood an earth pony mare who came up to about your shoulders. Her coat was a pale, light grayish pink. Her mane and tail were bushy and in locks of what looked like a reddish-pink that matched her eyes. Upon her flank was a cutie mark that depicted grapes and a strawberry.

“Oh, you’re here! Good, you’re just in time!” The mare let out a sigh, and it was possible to detect the faintest hint of cider upon her breath. Despite this she showed no obvious signs of intoxication. She was alert, speaking clearly and as she walked towards you she did not stumble or slip. “Don’t worry, I made sure to put all the cider away so she doesn’t get into it. Name’s Berry Punch by the way, Ponyville’s premiere bartender.”

You simply replied to Berry that you were aware and asked for permission to enter the household. When she gave it to you you did not hesitate to follow her inside. The house wasn’t anything to really write home about but for a single mom raising a child it was definitely more upper class than some other dwellings might be.

Berry led you to the living room where your young charge was waiting for you. She was a little filly who couldn’t be more than three years of age going by the diaper around her rear. Her coat looked similar to her mother’s in color, though it was actually pale, light grayish rose. Her mane and tail were bushy, but moderate rose in color with lighter rose streaks. And her eyes were a moderate lime green. What was most noticeable about the young one though was that she had a horn on top of her head, thus indicating that she was a unicorn.

“This is my daughter, Ruby Pinch. I’ve been having trouble getting her to use the potty. Probably because she’s a unicorn and I’m an earth pony, so my methods aren’t exactly compatible with her body,” Berry exclaimed as she let out a sigh of exhaustion. “I mostly hired you to foalsit her tonight while I’m at work, but if you can potty train her that would be a big help. I can pay you double the usual wage.”

The offer sounded insanely tempting. You didn’t have a lot of experience with pony toileting customs, but from the little amount of time you had looked after foals you had learned that it wasn’t too different from what it was like in your world. Each race of ponies had their own style of teaching that emphasized something different, and from what Pinkie Pie had told you that had given the Cakes a bit of trouble when they started potty training the twins.

After thinking over the offer for a bit you decided to accept. Ruby would hopefully not be too difficult to train, and the increased payment would really help keep the business afloat. Berry was delighted when you agreed, pulling you in for a hug! “Thank you so much for agreeing to this! I’m getting tired of changing her diapers, but I don’t want her to hate the process of getting out of them. You’re a real lifesaver!” After the hug ended she turned to her daughter and gave her a kiss. “Ruby, Mommy wants you to be nice to the sitter. Be sure to tell them if you have to go potty.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Ruby nodded her head, speaking in such an adorable little voice.

With that matter taken care of, you watched as Berry Punch rushed to get a saddle bag and started to pack. “I should be back first thing in the morning. Make sure she’s bathed and in bed by ten,” She instructed. “And don’t worry too much about the training, any help you can provide at all will be most appreciated.”





Once Berry had left, you turned to Ruby Pinch and kneeled down to her level. Her diaper didn’t appear to be used, but you knew from experience that appearances could be deceiving. So a diaper inspection was in order.

Ruby thankfully didn’t squirm about too much when you pulled back her padding to check it. It was indeed pristine, which was of great relief to you. And the bathroom was just across the hall from your current location. She just occupied herself with some of her toys after you had finished the diaper check. You weren’t sure if Berry had mandatory potty times or not, so you decided to hold off for the time being and trust the little one to tell you if something was wrong.

You sat down on the sofa so that you could keep a close eye on your charge, making sure that you would be prepared if any unexpected magic surges were to occur. Berry had said Ruby hadn’t had any for months and you had no reason to doubt her.

You knew that despite her cutie mark and the fact that she had once drunk out of a punch bowl at a party, she was a respectable, hard working mare. And unlike a few other clients of yours she was a single parent. So you just sat on the sofa, reading your book and glancing at Ruby Pinch to make sure she didn’t wander off or get into places she shouldn’t be. Berry had wisely invested in child proof locks that even unicorn magic couldn’t pick, so there was no chance of Ruby getting into those “funny drinks” her mom served at work (and occasionally made for herself if she had the time).

Before long half an hour had gone by. Ruby hadn’t moved from her current location at all, which was a good sign to you. She also hadn’t said anything, and there was no indication that she had done anything. Another diaper inspection revealed that the padding was still clean. That was good.

But even though Ruby hadn’t done anything yet you decided it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to have her at least try. Little ones didn’t always know when they needed to go after all. Pinkie had told you of several instances where the Cake Twins had struggled with this during their training, and as the old saying went: An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.

Ruby Pinch was more than a little surprised to be told by you that it was time to visit the bathroom and sit on the potty. She of course protested, saying that she didn’t need to go. But you argued back that she may not know until it was too late and that you were getting paid specifically to help potty train her, which wouldn’t be necessary unless Berry was absolutely struggling to do it herself. The bathroom had all the standard pony plumbing fixtures: Including a sink, a bathtub, and of course a flush toilet. Apparently the ponies called the one most common in your world a throne toilet, likely because of the way it was shaped and the way it was often referred to.

Of course, Ruby was far too little to use the toilet. And it didn’t appear that Berry had one of those special training seats that helped little ones to use it. Instead, there was a plastic bowl nearby that was just the little filly’s size. You even got a chuckle out of the words “My Little Potty” that were written on it in baby pink letters as you set it up, helped Ruby Pinch undo the tabs on her diaper and then sat her upon the potty.





Now came the part that you remembered was always the least fun part of potty training and something that even the people of your world had trouble with: The waiting game. Ruby was obviously not too happy to be sitting on that training potty. And whenever she tried to get up you would quickly force her to sit back down, telling her that she couldn’t get up until you said she was done. You couldn’t blame her for being bored. Just sitting around and waiting for something to happen was no fun at all, especially not to a little one who was so used to just doing whatever they wanted and going whenever they needed to. But you didn’t want to run the risk of accidents, because you would have to clean them up.

Fortunately you had planned ahead. When Berry had contacted you for this foalsitting assignment, she had specifically asked if you could bring along some reading materials that would be appropriate for a toddler. Never one to question a request from a customer you had taken the liberty of securing a few books from your world that parents often read to their young children.

You had them in a bag that had turned into a saddle bag when you had arrived in Ponyville for the job, so you reached in and took out the books. Ruby tried to light up her horn to grab one of the books, but it could only spark and produce a few faint stubs of magic. As you didn’t want the little one to overexert herself and possibly get hurt, you picked up the book that she was trying to grab and offered it to her to read.

She accepted it without hesitation and you could see a smile form on her face as she started reading through the pages. With the little one occupied, you brought out the book you had been reading earlier and sat on the bathroom floor to read to yourself. You turned your head away from the little filly so that she would have some privacy in case she did do anything at all. But you could still easily turn your head back around to glance at her and make sure she wasn’t trying to make a run for it.

Eventually, you decided that enough time had passed and Ruby was now free to get up from her potty regardless of whether or not she had done anything. If she had you would clean her up, and if not… well there was no point in trying to force it.

As you helped your charge to stand and looked down into the potty, you could see that she had indeed used it. You were very impressed and very proud of her for this, and you made sure to let the young one know. Positive reinforcement went a long way towards encouraging and promoting success when it came to potty training.

Picking up the potty, you carefully emptied its contents into the toilet bowl and then set it back down. You could clean it out later. For right now it was imperative that you get Ruby cleaned up. So you reached over and pulled a few rolls of toilet paper from the rack. Ruby once again held still as you carefully wiped her rump clean, then deposited the used rolls into the toilet for disposal. From there you proceeded to walk, reach over to the handle, and flushed the toilet, making everything within it disappear. 

You were then prepared to put the lid back down and proceed to wash your hands in the sink, when you noticed Ruby standing beside you with a most curious look on her face.

“What that noise?” Ruby asked you. “What toilet do?”

Sensing that the little unicorn wouldn’t be satisfied until she had an answer, you decided a demonstration wouldn’t hurt matters. It’s not like you would be leaving her unsupervised in the bathroom like so many first time parents had a tendency to do. So after washing your hands in the sink, you picked up Ruby Pinch and carefully held onto her as you brought her to eye level with the toilet. Ruby looked down into the bowl, seeing sparkling clear water that almost resembled a mirror. Then she turned to the silver handle off to her left. After giving her some encouragement and gently bringing her closer, you let her reach a hoof and push down the handle.

The toilet roared loudly as it began to flush once more, the both of you watching as the water spun around and around like a raging whirlpool, then it retreated down the drain and came back. You made sure to explain to Ruby what she had just seen, and firmly warned her against trying to “play” with the toilet, before you set her back down. You washed your hands again and then made sure she washed her hooves. Then and only then did you put her diaper back on, making sure to redo the tabs so they were nice and secure before the two of you left the bathroom.





Of course, one successful trip to the potty does not automatically guarantee success in future endeavors. Potty training was seldom a straightforward route. Ruby did manage to make it to her potty again later in the evening, but not without sustaining a bit of an accident in her diaper. You made sure to reassure her that it was okay while you cleaned her up, accidents did happen after all and there was no point in getting upset over them.

The sun eventually set and the moon rose slowly into the nighttime sky. After another trip to the potty ended uneventfully, you decided it was time to tuck the little one in for the night and carried her to her bedroom. You put her to bed, though not without encouraging her to come get you if she felt she had to go again during the night.

After carefully closing the door to her bedroom, you went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Berry Punch would be pleased to know that her daughter had finally met with success in using the potty, even if it had only been once.

Berry Punch surprisingly came home earlier than expected. “Business was slow so I decided to close up early,” She declared, even though a quick look into her eyes indicated that the real reason for her return home was likely due to her daughter. “How was she? Oh, I hope she wasn’t too much trouble. How did the training go? She didn’t put up too much of a fight, did she?”

You just smiled as you stood up. This wasn’t the first time you were dealing with a parent worried about their little one, and it probably wouldn’t be your last either. Calmly and politely you explained everything that had transpired over the course of the evening, making sure to keep your voice down so you wouldn’t wake Ruby Pinch.

Berry was relieved to hear that everything had gone smoothly. And she was overjoyed to learn that you’d managed to get Ruby to use her potty successfully. “Oh thank Celestia! I was worried she would never get out of diapers!” She exclaimed, thankfully not too loudly! Of course you had to caution Berry against being too enthusiastic, making sure to emphasize that Ruby’s training would take time. 

Still, Berry seemed intent on rewarding you as promised for your services. She hoofed over a huge sack of bits. “As promised, here’s your reward,” Then she blushed a bit as she added. “Would it be okay if I called on you again from time to time, just until I’m sure Ruby is fully trained? I tried just about everything to get her to learn and nothing was working. You’re the first positive sign I’ve had regarding the training since I started it.” You tried your best to sound modest and hoped you didn’t sound like too much of a bragger when you claimed that it was nothing, and that you’d be happy to help Berry again free of charge (you had plenty of regular foalsitting jobs to keep the lights on at work).

Berry smiled when she received the okay from you, and as a “reward” you saw her go over to the locked down cabinet where she kept all her “special drinks”. After making sure that Ruby wasn’t awake, she removed the lock, opened the cabinet, and started to work on preparing something just for the two of you. It tasted funny, but it was still enjoyable. Afterward, Berry made sure to lock down the cabinet again. “I can take it from here. When I need your help again I’m sure you’ll know.”

After waving goodbye to Berry Punch and telling her to say goodbye to Ruby Pinch for you, you depart from the house and head out into Ponyville. Your ride back to your world won’t be here for at least another hour or so, and you’ll have to inform your superiors about a new type of repeat customer. They should be understanding, though you silently hope your assistance with Ruby won’t become something else ponies start to rely on you for. Who knows if other foals will be as cooperative as Ruby Pinch was tonight? You shudder to imagine what less cooperative ones will be like.
> Flash in the Pot (Flash Sentry)
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Almost from birth, Flash Sentry had grown up hearing about the many legendary exploits of one of his ancestors: His great grand-uncle, Flash Magnus. One of the pillars of legend or so it was said. Flash Sentry wanted to be just like his great grand-uncle, even though at first he didn’t really know how other than trying to be brave. To him that meant showing no fear and tackling things that were much bigger than him. But it seemed like all that did was get him into a lot of trouble.

Still, the little pegasus was hardly deterred. Something told him that his great grand-uncle had gotten into his fair share of predicaments by trying to be brave. It just meant he had to be more careful with his exploits and pick his battles wisely.

One battle that he became convinced he could win occurred to the little one on a day that was just like any other, until he overheard his parents discussing something of importance. It was apparently something called “Potty Training”, and it was about him becoming a “Big Boy”. It also apparently had to do with getting out of diapers, the soft, disposable undergarments that had hugged the little pegasus’ rear for as long as he could remember. But if he was meant to get out of them and become a “Big Boy”, Flash wasn’t going to protest. He was going to show how brave he was by leading the charge to train himself. But there was just one problem though, he didn’t know what this “Potty Training” was or how he was supposed to do it.

Well, the first of it had something to do with a “pot”. And Flash was sure he had seen a strange, old pot high up on a shelf that had never been used for anything as far as he knew. It was far more fancy than a flower pot, and it even had a handle of some kind. To say nothing of the odd choice of colors that made it look like belonged in a museum. Perhaps that “pot” was part of the “Potty Training”. Well, there was only one way to find out. At least, that’s what the little one thought. And it didn’t involve asking his parents (which might have been the sensible option).





The very next day, taking advantage of a period of time where his parents were currently otherwise occupied, Flash Sentry put his plan into action. He was going to figure out what that mysterious pot was for, and how it played into the “Potty Training” his parents had mentioned. When they came back and realized he had already figured everything out on his own they were sure to be impressed.

Even for a pegasus though, the strange pot was in a place that was really high up. And little Flash’s wings just didn’t have the strength to get him up to it on their own. But just like the time he had successfully stolen a cookie from the cookie jar (though the trail of crumbs left behind had ultimately given him away), the young one wasn’t deterred for even a second.

It was a simple matter to find a suitable “launching pad”, there were plenty of old bowls from nearby drawers that Flash could easily access. With a great deal of wiggling and crinkling (courtesy of his diaper), Flash found one that looked like it would give him the boost he needed. Although it was faint he was starting to feel a familiar urge to tinkle building up inside of him.

“I bet I’m supposed to use that pot instead of my diapers,” Flash thought to himself. “Sitting on it might be a little bit difficult, but I’ll find a way! I always do!”

The little pegasus promptly unfolded his wings as he stood atop the bowl he had selected. He made sure to keep his eyes locked firmly on that strange pot up above. Then with a series of furious flaps he took off, launching himself up and up!

Flash managed to grasp the edge of the shelf where the strange pot rested, but as he tried to pull himself up he instead felt it begin to tilt and slide. “Oh no!” He cried as he tried in vain to stop the process. The pot slid off the shelf and dropped to the floor below. Despite the cloud floor it didn’t fall through, it fell onto the floor itself and broke as Flash’s wings gave out and he plopped to the ground as well. 

He landed on his diaper with an audible “Fwoomp!”, and soon heard a faint hissing as his padding swelled up. Normally that wouldn’t bother the little colt, but considering he had been trying to “Potty Train” to suffer an accident like this was… embarrassing to put it lightly. He felt quite ashamed.





As if to make matters worse, Mrs. Sentry happened to have heard the crash and came running! She spotted her son on the floor in front of the broken pot, and in a soggy diaper to boot. “Goodness!” She exclaimed! “What happened here?”

“I try to use pot, Mommy. But I break it,” Flash whimpered. “I not big pony.”

Mrs. Sentry just sighed as she inspected her son and found no signs of injury (aside from perhaps a wounded pride). “Flash, your father and I decided we aren’t going to potty train you just yet. You’re still a bit too young for it. Most ponies don’t start it until they’re at least two and a few months old,” Then she added. “As for the pot, you really needn’t worry. That was just a replica of the old family chamber pot. Your grandfather sold the original years ago.”

At that Flash blinked. “Grandpa sell pot? But why?”

Mrs. Sentry explained as she picked her son up. “Because hardly anypony uses such things anymore. Chamber pots are largely for the upper class, like the nobles. Most everypony upgraded to better things,” She brought her son into the bathroom to get changed, gesturing to a plastic bowl that rested in a corner. “Most ponies your age use those instead. They’re called training potties. Maybe I’ll let you try yours out a little early later, after I take care of the mess you made.” Flash Sentry felt a little bit better upon hearing this. At least he could still figure out this “Potty Training” on his own time, hopefully.

Mrs. Sentry was as good as her word, allowing her son to try out the “training potty” after he’d been wiped clean and after she had taken care of the broken pot.

But Flash, in his eagerness to try and figure out what he was supposed to do, ended up forgetting about his diaper. He knew something was off when he sat upon his potty and knew he was going, but he didn’t hear anything going into his potty. “Oopsie.” He blushed as he only now realized his mistake.

Mrs. Sentry simply sighed and shook her head. “Looks like potty training little Flash is going to take longer than I thought.” She thought to herself.
> Pottying On a Play (Coco Pommel)
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“Hey, hun,” A muscular stallion called out. “Do you think our little flapper is ready to stay up for the Midsummer Theater Revival?”

A cream-colored mare with a fashionable blue scarf and tan sun hat came into the room. “Our sweet little Coco?” She replied with a Trottingham accent. “It would be most delightful to take her to see Charity’s social. However she is still having some, well, ‘wardrobe troubles’ as it were.”

The olive-green stallion lowered his head. “That’s that fancy talk for still being in diapers,” He sighed with his thick, Manehattan accent. “We really need to get her out of them. No kindergarten is going to accept her when her ‘wardrobe’ is outdated.”

The mother looked about their apartment to see if their daughter, Coco, may be within hearing distance. “I simply do not know what to do,” She swooned in an unhappy tone. “It’s like she sees her nappies as part of some elaborate costume and just refuses to part with them. I’ve tried everything I can think of to convince her otherwise, but nothing works.”

The brawny stallion went to comfort his wife. “You’re friends with Charity Kindheart, right?” He questioned. “Perhaps she may have an idea on how to help our precious pumpkin, given her liking of all that fancy dress stuff?”

The mother blushed. “Oh!” She gasped with concern. “I do not feel it proper to bring a foal to tea with somepony of the status of Ms. Charity Kindheart.”

“Sweetheart!” The native Manehattan husband announced. “If a chariot driver like yours truly can win the heart of a peach like you, I am sure our Coco can find a place at the table with her ma and Charity Kindheart.”

The maternal mare let out a laugh as she nuzzled her husband. “I do love your charisma, Oliver Pommel,” She commented. “I would love to have your confidence in being able to just throw caution to the wind and reach for the stars.”

“Ah, sugar lump,” replied Oliver as he pulled his wife into a hug. “You just have a way of bringing the best out of this old trotter. I’m certain Charity Kindheart will know what to do. She seems to have an answer for everything in this town.”





Coco Pommel was still napping as her mother and father had their discussion. She was clad in a flower-print cloth diaper with a pink dress that accented the petals of the diaper. She also had a sunhat that had a flower which matched the ones adorning her absorbent undergarment. However the hat had fallen off from the young filly’s tossing and turning in her bassinet as she dreamed of doing all those things she heard her parents took pride in.

Coco was not a ‘girly-girl’ by any means. However she did like seeing colors match and pretending to be all sorts of different characters from the storybooks her parents read to her. Her father had some really great tales of how he handled ‘grumpy customers’ while meeting famous Bridleway ponies. And her mom would often share the majesty of Trottingham, trips to Canterlot, and what it was like to see the beautiful carpets, tapestries, and clothing that noble ponies and the uniformed guards wore.

The little filly wished more than anything she could grow up to be like any of those things. The many costumes she wore were her way of imagining what her life would be like as somepony else.

“Coco, dear,” Her mother called, rousing the foal from sleep. “We must make haste, for we are expected for tea over at Ms. Charity’s house.”

The teal-haired foal fluttered her big blue eyes, rolled onto her back, and then sat herself up. “Ready, Mum,” She greeted. “Is okay I wear my costume?”

Mrs. Pommel brought her daughter out from her bassinet while looking over her ‘costume’, and frowned. “I’m afraid not,” She sighed upon seeing a patch of yellow on the white part of Coco’s diaper. “Your colors are clashing.”

Coco pouted upon being made aware of how she had wet herself in her sleep. “Sorry, Mum,” she apologized. “Is time for me to get new costume?”

Mrs. Pommel knew this meant getting her daughter cleaned up, on top of finding another ensemble for her foal to wear for the social she had managed to plan amidst Ms. Charity Kindheart’s busy schedule. “Of course,” She relented. “I think I know just the thing too. Come, let’s resolve your ‘wardrobe problem’.”





Coco’s mom quickly cleaned and changed her daughter into a red heart printed cloth diaper, dressing her in a white-bordered lavender sailor collar, along with a scarlet tie around her neck and a tri-shade hair clip in her mane.

Coco looked into the mirror after her mother was done dressing her up. “Who I supposed to be?” She asked upon not recalling any stories of anypony ever being dressed in such a way.

Mrs. Pommel finished packing a diaper bag before leaning down to nuzzle her daughter. “Thought we’d see what you’d look like as your own character today, dearie. Somepony ready to hopefully undergo an important step towards being a big pony,” She replied before setting her daughter upon her back. “Now do hold on, Coco. We are a tad tardy and it would take far too long to put on your saddle seat.”

“Never let go of Mum.” Coco cooed while squeezing her hooves against both sides of her mother’s barrel for safety.

“That’s a good lass,” The proud mother smiled as they headed off to Charity’s home. “Off we go, then. We mustn’t keep Ms. Kindheart waiting.”





Charity was delighted to see Mrs. Pommel and Coco arrive at her humble home. Despite having amassed a small fortune through her years as a costume designer in Manehattan, Charity never forgot how she had arrived in the big city with barely a bit to her name. Her belief was to give back to her community, and so she spent most of her bits building and maintaining a park with an outdoor playhouse, while helping to fund a shop for less fortunate ponies to get food and clothing.

“I see that Coco still likes to play dress-up, is that correct?” Charity asked. “And you think that is why she is struggling in her toilet training?”

“Too hard take off nappy,” Coco added while fumbling at the cloth diaper’s tri-fold that was held together by a safety pin. “I try.”

Mrs. Pommel sighed. “I had not desired for business to come before pleasantries,” She apologized. “But my husband seems to believe you can do what even the best nannies affordable cannot.”

“Not a worry,” Charity smiled while picking up and looking at the young filly. “I see a future star in fashion and design, and want to help Ms. Coco on her way to greatness! Like all little ones, that starts with helping her graduate from diapers now that she is old enough not to need them.”

Coco giggled as she heard the pleasant comments from Charity while being held high enough to look at both her mother and Ms. Charity’s faces.

“Chamomile, dear,” Charity asked while looking towards Mrs. Pommel. “Have you ever thought that your daughter felt her diapers were a part of her ensemble?”

Chamomile put a hoof to her chin. “Well,” She replied. “I never did consider that possibility until you pointed it out just now. Oh dear, perhaps that’s why training her has been so difficult.”

Charity continued to play with Coco while addressing her mother. “Safety pins are great for foals who lack control of their, well, private matters,” She continued. “So perhaps we need another way to help our aspiring designer to not feel so, uh, ‘obliged’ to do her business within her wardrobe. A way for her to understand where her business is supposed to go.”

“What do you suggest?” Chamomile asked with hopeful anticipation.

Charity placed Coco down on the floor to play before continuing her discussion. “I’ve had the pleasure of working with elastics,” She explained. “Elastics allow for less wardrobe adaptations as they are able to fit a pony without the need for cumbersome buttons, zippers or pins. They’re much easier to put on and take off.”

“Pardon my forwardness,” Chamomile remarked with concern. “But how does this help me get the lass to do her business where it is meant to be done? If they can be taken off so easily, what’s to stop her from simply removing her wardrobe by accident, and giving me an accident to clean up?”

Charity laughed before putting a reassuring hoof upon Mrs. Pommel’s side. “Let me work my magic and we’ll find out together,” She proudly replied. “And before you ask, I wish for nothing in return for what I’m going to do. For me, I feel this may be of benefit to other fillies and colts who are like your daughter. It may well revolutionize foal care as we know it!”





It was barely a day later when Charity called Coco and Chamomile over to debut her clothing concept. “Behold!” She cheered with pride. “Care to give the young lady some privacy in the washroom to try these on?”

Chamomile was confused. “Sure…,” She pondered while seeing how the garment was already formed into a diaper without it showing any signs of folds, pins, buttons, etc. The only big difference was a frill-like series of protruding, wave-like fabric that appeared around where the garment would rest upon the lower torso of her daughter.

Charity noticed the hesitation and decided to just move to give Chamomile the diaper. “Come along,” She insisted. “We mustn’t hold up your daughter’s toilet training any longer.”

Mrs. Pommel called for her daughter and with strange garment in hoof, headed for the washroom.

Coco was soon slipped into the new “costume” as Charity explained. “Now, Coco, you’ll notice that your new attire is considerably lighter than your old wardrobe. That means it cannot hold as much of your ‘business’.”

“So, I need costume changes more often?” Coco questioned as she wiggled about in her new attire.

“Not quite,” Charity replied as she brought Coco before a large trench like object. “It’s much more efficient and hygienic to manage your business from a new venue. This is a flush toilet, which is what proper ponies use when they get to be about your age. Using it makes you more like those big ponies you like to pretend to be,” And she then explained. “I designed this fabric so that even a foal like you can easily pull it down without assistance. From there, you simply relieve yourself as necessary.”

Coco discovered that Charity was right on her new wardrobe. It was far easier to slide it down compared to the old ones, there were no safety pins or buttons to fiddle with. But she was still a bit uncertain about using a “flush toilet”. There was one thing she was still confused about. “How do I clean up?” She asked.

Mrs. Pommel presented a paper like substance to her daughter. “With this. It’s called toilet paper. When you’re all done, you simply take some from a rack and wipe until your rump is fresh and clean. It’s even easier than wipes, because you can just discard them in the toilet. And the toilet takes care of the rest. It’s highly efficient.” She demonstrated this by stepping on a brightly colored pedal.

A loud roar filled the washroom that frightened Coco a great deal! Fortunately, her mom and Charity were able to quickly calm her down. And Charity specifically told Coco. “I know it sounds scary, but I assure you it’s nothing to be afraid of. That is simply the ‘flush’, which is what you do when you’re done using the toilet. And I hear some noble ponies are working on a model where you don’t even have to stand. Supposedly, there will be a seat and a much easier way to activate the flush. For right now though, you’ll have to get used to standing over the toilet when you need to go.”

“Think you can manage that when we get home, sweetie?” Mrs. Pommel asked her daughter. “Perhaps we can surprise your father when he comes home from work?”

Coco nodded her head in excitement. “Okay. Try for Mum.” 





Chamomile and Oliver were astounded at how quickly their daughter, Coco, took to using the potty. For her, it was like a play where, if she had to relieve herself she just would say things like: “End scene!”, “Wardrobe check!”, and “I need an intermission.”.

Oliver, being the no nonsense Manehattan stallion, soon taught his little Coco that the flush toilet was a ‘talk-the-talk’ that only made scary sounds to try and keep ‘trot-the-trot’ ponies, like her, from giving it ‘the business’. 

The new diaper, which Charity made more of upon knowing of how well it worked, made staying in costume and clean super easy as the young filly could easily slip it down, show the potty who was boss, and pull it back on all clean, comfy and stylish upon tending to her hygiene needs. 

The ‘hygiene’ aspect was more enforced by Chamomile who, prior to having Coco, had to educate Oliver in the importance of soap, shampoo and deodorant. Chamomile also got him to wear cologne. However this was more for her than it was for him as she loved her rugged husband looking and smelling so suave.

Oliver was especially pleased with how fast things turned around for Coco on toilet training. “I knew Charity Kindheart could help!” He thought to himself while helping his daughter clean up after yet another successful trip to the potty.

Coco, for her part, was just pleased with how happy she made her parents. She never would’ve imagined that mastering usage of a “toilet” could open so many doors for her. And her “big pony” status that accompanied her success with her new wardrobe afforded her more freedom than she had ever known before.





By the time of the Midsummer Theater Revival, many neighborhood fillies and colts were wearing Charity Kindheart’s amazing cloth garment, in order to improve upon making toileting a lot less of an effort for their advancement from foal to big filly or colt.

In time, Coco found she did not need the ‘diaper’ to make her ensemble appear unique and stylish. However she did remember what her mother had put her in on the day she was introduced to Ms. Charity. So, with a little help from Charity herself, she recreated the very outfit she wore on that fateful day to show how much her mom, Charity and her love for clothing design had all come together to help her meet (and conquer) one of her first real challenges of her life.

Many more challenges would come along for Ms. Coco Pommel. However she knew she could always rise to the occasion thanks to the faith put into her by her mother, father and Charity. She never forgot that even long after it seemed like everypony else in her community had. And while most ponies would have only faint memories of those early years, Coco never forgot them or the pony to whom she owed so much for enabling her to take that first step towards being a “big filly”.
> Friendship Down The Drain (Suri Polomare)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Not everypony in every city necessarily felt obligated to undergo potty training, even when it became necessary. There were some who would rather not bother with it, either because they just didn’t care for it or because they were perfectly content with what they had and didn’t want to bother learning something new.

Suri Polomare was one of those ponies. She’d learned from an early age that if she didn’t want to do something she could easily make her parents do it for her, or just not do it period. It was like this with a lot of things, including her daily wardrobe. Except for the few occasions where her parents could force her into a fancy dress, Suri was always clad in just a diaper. And they weren’t the fancy cloth ones either, they were the cheap disposable ones.

Even as Suri grew older and saw many of her friends and peers stop wearing diapers all together, the little filly was herself not in any hurry to do the same. Her diapers worked just fine at taking care of her “accidents” and her parents were always close at hoof to change her when she was done. Why spend all that time and effort trying to learn something new when the way she’d always done it worked just as well?

Alas, nothing lasts forever even if somepony wishes it did. Suri’s parents eventually began to take notice of the unusual stares they were getting from friends and neighbors whenever they took their daughter anywhere. Suri was one of the last foals in the neighborhood that still wore diapers, which wouldn’t be as big of a problem if not for the fact that nopony had seen the parents make any effort to toilet train her.

Try as they might to ignore it, Mr. and Mrs. Polomare eventually came to the conclusion that they needed to begin making an effort to teach their daughter how to use a toilet. They knew she wasn’t going to like it, but they were running out of justifiable excuses to avoid facing the inevitable.

The final nail in the coffin for keeping their only daughter in diapers came with the news that the Pommels had, through the help of none other than Charity Kindheart herself, finally gotten little Coco toilet trained. Suri was now the only foal in the neighborhood that still wore (and used) diapers.

This development greatly troubled the parents, both earth ponies who were used to getting by mostly on luck. They started discussing the problem late one night while their daughter slept.

“We really should’ve gotten around to this sooner,” Mr. Polomare let out an unhappy sigh. “We let Suri have way too much freedom, and now she’s gotten so used to diapers. But she has to get out of them. If she stays in them any longer, ponies are gonna stop associating with us, and Suri will grow up to have no friends at all.”

Mrs. Polomare replied to her husband. “I know, dear. Trust me, I’ve grown tired of always having to change Suri whenever she does anything. But it’s the only thing she never fights us over. I don’t know how we’re supposed to take away her diapers and teach her to do her business in something only slightly more glamorous than a pit.”

Mr. Polomare frowned. “She may not like it but we have no choice. We must start toilet training her! We’re not buying her any more diapers, they’re getting way too expensive.”

“Maybe we should get Charity involved?” Mrs. Polomare suggested. “I heard she played a big part in helping the Pommels with their daughter. And apparently she’s perfected some new kind of foal ware that makes toilet training easier.”

But Mr. Polomare would hear nothing of it. “Charity’s far too busy managing the Midsummer Theater Revival to hear our case, and we don’t need a pony like her to tell us how to do our job as parents. We’re not as fortunate as the Pommels to have Charity’s ear all the time.”





Mrs. Polomare wasn’t quite ready to shut Charity out just yet, though she knew her husband had a valid point about the mare’s big theater project taking up too much of her time. But if Charity wasn’t available directly, there was an indirect way of learning about her methods and possibly having some of it rub off on Suri.

The very next day, Mrs. Polomare took advantage of the fact that her husband had gone off to work as a lowly costume designer for a local theater (it was hoped that the production would someday make it big on Bridleway, but right now hardly anypony even knew what it was called though most within the group were settling for “Hinny of the Hills”), and decided to call on her good friend: Chamomile Pommel.

“Oh, Olivia Polomare,” Chamomile greeted her friend when she opened the door to her apartment. “And I see you brought little Suri with you too. To what do I owe this sudden visit?”

Olivia sighed as she set Suri down in a playpen that Coco was already in (although playpen might be too nice of a word considering it was just a small area in a nearby room blocked off by a wooden gate). “I hear you finally got Coco toilet trained, is that correct?”

Chamomile nodded. “Yes, although she is still occasionally having accidents. Charity Kindheart really worked wonders. Now, Oliver and I don’t have to worry about finding a sitter for her during the Midsummer Theater Revival.”

“Well that’s why I need you to do me a favor,” Olivia explained to her friend. “I know there’s no way I could hope to ask Charity for help with Suri, especially not with my husband firmly insisting we don’t need her. But I was thinking, seeing as Coco is close to Charity, do you think maybe Coco would be willing to show Suri a thing or two about using the potty? Having a role model to emulate would work wonders.”

Chamomile nodded again. “Oh of course, little Coco just loves to show off what she learned from Charity! And you know how much she and Suri love to play. You just bring Suri over whenever you find the time, and we’ll let Coco do the teaching.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to let a foal her age be alone in the bathroom?” Olivia questioned with concern.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on the both of them,” Chamomile promised. “Obviously I know better than to leave foals unsupervised. And Coco does still occasionally need assistance with her ‘wardrobe’.”

“Great!” Olivia smiled as she felt an enormous weight be lifted from her. “I don’t suppose we can start right now? I have some things I need to get done, and if I bring Suri along everypony’s just going to stare.”

Chamomile was more than happy to accept her friend’s proposal. “I don’t mind watching Suri for you. It’s been ages since she and Coco had a playdate.”

Olivia stood up and shook her friend’s hoof quite firmly. “Oh, you’re a lifesaver, Chamomile! I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

Chamomile just smiled and hugged her friend right back. “Hey, that’s what friends are for. Even in a town like Manehattan it’s important to remember that not everypony is only interested in looking out for themselves. Charity Kindheart believes that our sense of community is what makes us strong.”

Olivia then trotted over to the playpen her daughter was in, and made sure to bend down and look her daughter in the eyes. “Suri, Mama has some important business that she needs to take care of. She promises she’ll be back later. But she wants you to promise her you’ll listen to Mrs. Pommel and Coco, especially Coco.”

With a nod, Suri firmly replied. “Okay, Mama. I promise.”





It didn’t take long after Suri’s mother had left for Suri to notice what Coco was wearing. “Hey, why ya not wearing diapee?” She asked while eyeing the strange object that her friend had on her rear.

Coco proudly displayed her gift from Charity Kindheart as she told Suri. “I potty trained now. This my new wardrobe. I can take it off and put it back on without problem. Charity say she making more for other foals my age. I bet she make some for you if ya mum and dad ask her.”

Suri scoffed and shook her head. “Nu-uh, Mama and Dada no need Charity’s help. I no need new wardrobe.”

“But don’t ya wanna be big pony?” Coco asked her friend. “When ya big pony ya get new freedoms that you don’t have when you in diapee.”

“I do wanna be big pony, but not if it take too much work,” Suri huffed. “Potty training sound really hard.”

Coco didn’t think so as she shook her head. “Nu-uh, potty training super easy. And new wardrobe make it even easier.”

Skeptical of the claim, Suri questioned her friend and fellow foal. “Really?”

“Uh-huh!” Coco happily nodded. “I show ya how, I need an intermission!” This was spoken loudly enough for her mom to overhear, and with Chamomile knowing what this meant, she realized that now would be an excellent opportunity for Coco to show off her skills to Suri (with Suri hopefully willing to emulate).

Both foals were brought into the bathroom and Suri watched as Chamomile helped Coco to pull down her wardrobe. They made sure to explain the importance of doing so as Coco effortlessly lined herself up with the toilet.

Suri was close by, watching the whole thing step by step. Coco was right, it did look easy. And what seemed to be even easier was giving the toilet “the business”.

“So, when you’re all done, you clean up with some toilet paper,” Mrs. Pommel explained and demonstrated by wiping her daughter’s rump. “Then you put it all in the toilet, and flush.” She promptly stepped onto a brightly colored pedal.

A great roar filled the entire bathroom! Coco and her mom knew what it was, but for Suri the noise was frightening and unfamiliar. It only got worse when she felt her backside getting wet for some reason. It seemed the foal had accidentally allowed her tail to dip into the toilet, and now a powerful suction was taking hold of it! “Help, potty got me!” Suri cried in dismay! Try as she might she couldn’t get her tail freed, and it felt like she was being pulled backward!

Mrs. Pommel quickly rushed over and pulled Suri free of the toilet’s hold, checking the tail all over to make sure there was no sign of injury. “It’s alright, Suri. At least now you know for next time to watch where you put your tail.”





But as she was set down, Suri waddled over to an excited Coco and glared at her friend! “You didn’t tell me potty was so loud, or that potty could eat me! Ya said it was easy!”

“It is easy!” Coco protested. “You just weren’t paying attention. That why you need a wardrobe change now.”

Suri looked back at herself, finding that her diaper (which hadn’t been removed as she was not the one using the toilet) had gotten considerably wet as a result of the mishap with the toilet. It was already starting to look like it would fall apart, which made the foal rather unhappy.

So unhappy was Suri that she swished her tail, intending for it to be a show of protest. But again she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. Suri’s tail ended up knocking into Coco, who, not anticipating it, stumbled backward. This caused Coco to lose her balance, and she slipped and fell into the toilet with a splash.

Seeing this gave Suri an idea as the little earth pony quickly rushed to the pedal she’d seen Coco’s mom step on, and pressed on it. “Not so easy now, is it?” She taunted as she activated the flush cycle!

Coco quickly felt the suction take hold of her tail, and she struggled to keep her head above the surging waters as she screamed for help!

“COCO!” Chamomile rushed to the scene of impending disaster and yanked her daughter clear of the toilet just before the waters could retreat down the drain (which is also where her daughter surely would’ve ended up if not for Chamomile’s quick thinking)! Once she had rescued her daughter and placed her safety on the ground away from the toilet, she scolded Suri quite sternly. “Suri, that was uncalled for! It wasn’t Coco’s fault your tail got stuck or your diaper got wet. You apologize to her right this instant, young filly.”

Suri reluctantly did, even though she didn’t feel like she had much of a need to apologize. “Coco thinks she’s so smart and knows everything just because she had Charity Kindheart’s help,” She thought to herself. “She thinks that makes her better than me! Well she’s not! I’m older than her! If anything, she should be asking for my help on things.”

Then and there, Suri began to develop a thought process that would slowly burn its way into the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t truly depend on anypony but herself to do things. Even if other ponies seemed like they genuinely wanted to help they always had an ulterior motive. In this case, Coco had just wanted an excuse to show off.

So Suri decided that she would have to reluctantly master potty training as well, so that way she could rightfully put Coco in her place.
> Stripes, Swirls and Bowls (Zecora)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Applejack had been putting this off for a long time, because she was dreading having to do it. She felt justified in her fears after all the crazy happenings that occurred after Zecora was taken in by her family. So many mishaps and chaotic situations.

But she could believably put it off no longer. Her whole family agreed that Zecora was ready. Applejack found herself out voted. It was time to start potty training Zecora.

The regressed baby zebra was excited about the prospect, especially since so many of her friends were already undergoing it. She couldn’t wait to potty train and graduate to pull-ups the way others had. They all made it sound like fun.

Applejack did her best to work out a plan that she felt was fool proof, or at least mostly fool proof. She wasn’t going to take any chances. And she could only hope Zecora’s enthusiasm wouldn’t be too much of a problem. Once everything was ready, Applejack went to Zecora’s nursery and picked the baby zebra up. “Alright, Zecora. You know what’s comin’,” She sighed as she steadied her nerves. “The whole family agrees it’s time you started gettin’ out of diapers and started potty trainin’.”

Zecora started bouncing up and down in excitement! “Uh-huh, Appwejackie! I so excited I can hawwdy wait!”

Applejack found the young one’s enthusiasm to be quite contagious, and she couldn’t help but giggle. “I bet they never really had potties or anythin’ like that in your home world.”

Zecora shook her head and sported a goofy grin. “Nu-uh, we nevew had a need fow them! We just go in natuwe, natuwe ouw potty!” She told Applejack as the earth pony farmer carefully led the zebra down the long hallway to the bathroom..

“Well I hope you at least remembered to use leaves as toilet paper.” Applejack replied.

Zecora nodded her head. “Thewe was tis one time a zebwa used poison ivy. His whowe butt was itchy, it was so funny!”

“’ll bet it was. Wonder what would happen if one used poison joke to wipe themselves?” Applejack pondered. “Probably be a lot worse than an itchy behind,” And she was quick to caution. “Zecora, don’t you go gettin’ any ideas. I don’t want you doin’ your business without a potty. Just because we Apples live on a farm doesn’t mean we just go wherever and whenever we want. We’re civilized ponies, after all. Even we have acceptable ways of doin’ our business.”

Zecora nodded back in confirmation, remembering the time she had slipped out of her crib and wandered about the farm. It had ended with her falling into the pig pen and getting covered in mud. To say nothing of that time visiting her old hut where she’d mixed up a potion that had basically been a powerful laxative.





Applejack  and Zecora arrived in the bathroom a short time later, and the mare immediately gestured to a well worn plastic bowl that had clearly seen better days if the faded and dulled paint on it was any indication. The zebra was disappointed, she’d been hoping for something much more bright and colorful.

“This here’s Apple Bloom’s old trainin’ potty,” Applejack explained to the zebra who stood before the old object. “Reckon it’ll work just fine for you, and it’s cheaper than havin’ to buy a brand new one,” She then cleared her throat. “Now, you may have learned a thing or two from the other foals, but just in case I’m gonna walk you through the process. Whenever you think you have to go number one or number two, you tell somepony and they’ll bring you to the potty.”

“Uh-huh, potty can go with ya whewevew ya go!” Zecora nodded. “Is powtabwe, unwike big potty.”

The farm mare nodded back. “Exactly. So then you make sure to take off your diaper so you don’t use it instead. Then you sit down on the potty and just wait until you’ve… well, you know what I mean. Sometimes it’ll be quicker than Rainbow Dash on cider day, and other times it’ll take a while. Heck, sometimes you may think you’ll have to go but you actually won’t. That’s okay, sometimes false alarms and accidents will happen. But if you do go, when you’re done you tell a grown-up so they can clean you up and clean out your potty. Got all of that?”

The baby zebra reluctantly nodded for what felt like the tenth time already. “Y-yeah, I tink so.” She waddled her way over to the training potty and moved to sit down on it. But when she did so she heard a crinkle and felt her diaper compress. Zecora blushed as she realized she was already forgetting an important step. She rose from the potty and started fiddling with the tabs on her diaper as she tried to undo it.

Applejack only chuckled as she trotted forward. “Need a little help there, sugarcube? It’s alright, those tabs are kinda difficult for your little hooves. You’ll find pull-ups much easier, once you graduate to ‘em anyway.”

“How wong tiw I gets to weaw puww-ups?” Zecora asked as Applejack undid the tabs on the zebra’s diaper .

“You gotta go at least a week or so without havin’ any accidents in your pampers,” Applejack explained, pulling down Zecora’s diaper. “Don’t feel too bad about not gettin’ into ‘em right away, though. Apple Bloom was a late bloomer when it came to potty trainin’, and so was I. Kind of runs in the family. Who knows though? Maybe you’ll be one of the lucky ones?” Zecora didn’t like the sound of that. She already lagged behind pretty much all the other regressed foals when it came to potty training. She had been hoping to graduate to pull-ups pretty quickly so as to not feel left behind.

Quickly sensing Zecora’s mood and how fast it was souring, Applejack intervened to stop it. “Hey, cheer up. Everyone learns at their own pace when it comes to potty trainin’. Granny always say there ain’t no sense in tryin’ to rush these things. Same as it with a cutie mark. In time anythin’ is possible. You graduate to pull-ups when you’re ready and not a moment sooner, simple as that. “And to help you keep track of your progress, we can set up a potty chart with all sorts of fun stickers.”

Zecora nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Otay, Appwejackie. Tat sounds good.”

Applejack smiled and winked. “Excellent! Knew you’d like that. Now get comfortable, you gotta sit on the potty for a while still.”





But although minutes passed, Zecora didn’t feel the need to do anything. And she felt particularly bothered by this because she knew it had been a long time since her last diaper change. Usually she just went whenever the need to go potty arose, so why was it becoming so difficult now? “Well, at least you tried, Zecora,” Applejack commented as she helped pull the tabs of the diaper back up. “Reckon we can try again later. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it before long.” She then carried the baby zebra out of the bathroom. Zecora, for her part, couldn’t stop thinking about her inability to go potty. Her friends made it sound so easy, so why was she having so much trouble with it?

“Hey, Zecora,” Apple Bloom greeted sometime later. “So, how was your first potty time? You’d like your potty?”

Zecora let out a sigh. “I twy to use it, but I no use it, Appwe Boom,” She frowned. “Wha I doing wrong?”

“I don’t think you’re doin’ anythin’ wrong at all, really,” Apple Bloom replied. "Granny always say that potty trainin’s about learnin’ how to feel the rhythm of nature as it flows through your body. That’s how ya learn when you have to go and when ya don’t have to go. I was in diapers longer than any other member of the Apple Family. Course, that’s ‘cause I kept wettin’ the bed up until a year or two ago, but it was still embarrassin’ to have to need diapers long after most ponies did. And of course, Applejack had a hard time learnin’ when she was goin’ through potty trainin’. Even Big Mac had a couple of problems.”

“So it not my fawut?” The baby zebra questioned the farm filly.

With a shake of her head Apple Bloom replied. “It ain’t anypony’s fault, Zecora. And you’ve only just started potty trainin’. Ain’t met a pony or zebra yet who could be trained in one day, or even one week. I know it probably stinks knowin’ that so many of your friends are further along at it than you, but they’ve also been foals for longer than you have or didn’t regress as far back as you did. As long as you keep tryin’ though, sooner or later you’ll be a potty pro and rockin’ your big girl pull-ups!”





After that pep talk, Zecora felt a little bit better about things. And she was able to focus on matters other than potty training. At least until she felt her stomach start to rumble ominously, and a pressure build up in her rear. “Uh-oh, gots ta go!” She said to herself as she stood up, only for the pressure in her stomach and her rear to increase greatly! 

The baby zebra reluctantly realized that she’d have to crawl. She forgot all about trying to call for somepony. Fortunately, Applejack and her younger sister happened to stumble upon Zecora. They were about to ask what was wrong when they both saw the zebra’s scrunched up face, and quickly deduced what was happening.

“Just hold on, Zecora! We’ll get you to the bathroom!” Apple Bloom declared as she scooped the baby zebra up and both she and her older sister rushed down the hall as fast as she could!

The three entered the bathroom as Applejack closed the door behind them, giving them privacy. Quick as a flash, Apple Bloom pulled her training potty from its resting place, undid the tabs on Zecora’s diaper and plopped her onto the plastic bowl.

And just in time too, because Zecora’s tail hiked up and she began to push as her face turned red! It was over in a matter of minutes, after which the zebra felt incredibly relieved.

 “Woowee, Zecora!” Apple Bloom cried, plugging her nose. “You been mixin’ up potions again?”

“Nu-uh, I just weawwy, weawwy had to go!” Zecora declared, overcome with pride for her deed. “But now I big girw!”

“Yes you are, and you’ll continue to be one as long as you keep doin’ stuff like that in your potty,” Applejack said while holding her nose. “I think we need to start watchin’ what you eat, though.” Zecora wasn’t bothered by the smell as much. Back in her homelands smells ten times as powerful as this were a common occurrence due to a lack of indoor plumbing. She just held still as she was wiped clean by Applejack.

Apple Bloom took the training potty and emptied into the toilet with a series of splashes. She was just about to pull the handle to flush it all away when she got an idea. “Hey, Zecora, how ‘bout you do the honors by flushin’ it?” She asked. “I reckon it’ll be safe as long as either me or Applejack are watchin’ ya.”

“Uh-huh, not gonna be wike Hoity Toity!” Zecora nodded as she was lifted up and placed onto the toilet seat.

 “I guess Sweetie Belle must’ve told her friends about how Hoity Toity accidently ended up getting flushed down the toilet while Cannon Feather intentionally flushed himself to try and save him,” Applejack thought to herself. She wanted to question her younger sister’s plan but decided not to do so knowing that Apple Bloom had made a very good point. “After all, Rarity did said that her sister tried to save them both.” She watched as Zecora carefully turned herself around so she would be able to look down into the bowl. Then she reached out and grasped the shiny silver handle with her hooves and pressed it down. 

The loud flush surprised Zecora so much that she almost lost her grip! But somehow she managed to hold on as she watched with interest as the water inside the toilet started spinning rapidly around before turning into a dizzying whirlpool which sucked everything down though the hole and into the pipes. Seconds later, the water swirled down the drain and disappeared. When it returned, it was now sparkling clean.

Zecora sighed in relief and let go of the handle. But as her hooves again touched the toilet seat, she misjudged her step and ended up falling backwards and splashed face first into the waters of the toilet bowl. 

Apple Bloom quickly pulled the zebra out and dried her off. “Are ya alright, Zecora?” She asked.

“Uh-huh,” Zecora said and made a gag face. “At weast I no go down ta howe!” 

“And ya were also tryin’ to be really careful.” Applejack added.

“Well even so, I reckon I oughta give you a bath so you don’t get sick,” Apple Bloom reluctantly commented and prepared to turn on the tap and fill up the bathtub. “Don’t need Granny Smith to get mad at me for somethin’ that wasn’t our fault.”

“Exactly,” Applejack agreed before whispering into her younger sister’s eat. “The next time ya allow Zecora to flush the toilet after emptyin’ out her trainin’ potty, try placin’ her on the tank.” The farm filly just nodded.

Zecora hopefully asked. “But I stiww gets a stickew fow going potty, wight?”

“Eeyup!” Applejack modded. “And once you get enough stickers, you can start wearin’ pull-ups.”

Zecora cheered. “Yay! Puww-ups!”
> Drop The Diapers (Vinyl Scratch)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ever since his little sister had been born, Long Play had quickly gotten used to the idea of caring for her. It was simple stuff for the most part: Feedings, playtime, setting her down for naps, all that good stuff. But every now and then the less desirable aspects of foal care would creep up, diaper changing chief among them. And while the red haired unicorn teenager with similarly red colored locks managed to build up a tolerance to it, he was never a fan of it. “I never wanna have foals! They’re way too smelly for my tastes!” He thought to himself.

Long Play never anticipated that he would play a role in helping his little sister get out of diapers. His own potty training had been largely unspectacular from what he could remember and he didn’t foresee having to “demonstrate” the process any time soon to Vinyl. Yet it would end up being him and not his parents would encourage the young one to graduate from the disposable undergarments. Quite unintentionally at first.

It started like so many other times the teenage colt was looking after his baby sister. Even back then, long before she would be known as the silent DJ-PON-3 who spoke very little (if at all), Vinyl was a rather quiet and withdrawn little foal. She didn’t usually say much or do much. She’d only speak up or draw attention to herself if she needed or wanted something, and her parents and her brother seemed to pick up on this non-verbal communication quite easily.

Some things were obvious giveaways with smells in particular being an unmistakable sign. Long Play found himself looking up from a particular engaging magazine when an all too familiar odor began to assault his nostrils. He had a pretty good idea where it was coming from, and a quick inspection of his sister confirmed that it was indeed originating from her. Using his horn to place a series of clothespins over his nostrils to block out the “sour note”, Long Play steadied himself. “Hey, sis,” He told Vinyl as he approached her. “It’s time for a change. You need one, badly.”

Vinyl didn’t argue, she knew that if her brother could smell it it had to be bad. That was a non-spoken rule she’d learned of long ago. And she admitted that eventually a diaper that was used was no longer fun to be in, a fresh one was much more preferable. So she allowed herself to be gently picked up by her big brother and carried to the place where most diaper changes were carried out: The bathroom (often because afterward she’d be forced to take a bath).

Long Play had made sure to come prepared with changing supplies and a new diaper. He wanted to make the changing process as smooth and as quick as possible. Placing his baby sister gently upon a changing pad, he made sure all the changing supplies were within ready access of his horn and the wastebasket was nearby for disposal. Then he steadied himself, took a deep breath and made the plunge.

Vinyl always found herself fascinated by the kind of magic her brother could do. He seemed to use his horn way more often than either of her parents (probably because he changed her more often than them, or so it seemed in her mind), especially for these diaper changes. Quick as a flash her old diaper was pulled out from under her and dropped into a wastebasket, while wet wipes cleaned her flanks and foal powder was poured over her entire rump until she sneezed. Then of course there was the new diaper, always taped up so nice and snuggly to let her know she was secure.

“Be right back, Vinyl! Gotta go run your old diaper out to the trash so it doesn’t stink up the place!” Long Play instructed as he quickly picked up the diaper with his magic, wrapping it in a trash bag and holding it a ways away from his nostril.





Never one to stay put for long, Vinyl decided to take advantage of her brother’s absence to do some exploring. And after rolling off her changing pad, she started waddling around the bathroom to take in all the strange sights and smells that had always fascinated her but she had never been able to investigate.

Until now, anyways.

There were lots of cabinets that were closed, with Vinyl remembering that her parents and brother had warned her never to go into them or touch anything within them, so she didn’t. She then strolled past the one thing she was familiar with, the bathtub, though she now noticed that it also had a curtain and some kind of strange object hanging above it. It was obviously not for bathing since it was too high up for her to reach.

Across from the bathtub was an object that truly stood out to the little unicorn, though she didn’t know what it was. Part of it was a bowl, part of it was a chair and part of it had a lid and some sort of top that looked like it could be removed. The lid was actually up though, which afforded the curious little one a chance to climb up on the seat and take a closer look.

Sparking her horn, the little foal managed to lift herself up just enough to grab the edge of the seat and then shimmy her way onto it. Immediately, Vinyl looked down into the bowl and saw that the waters were smooth and crystal clear. In fact, she could even see a reflection of herself just as if she was looking at a mirror. What was all that water for? It couldn’t be a tub or a sink since otherwise she was sure she would’ve been taught how to use it by now.

Vinyl wanted to explore further, and her attention was drawn to that long, silver colored device hanging off to her left. It seemed like it was supposed to be pressed on just like a door handle, perhaps triggering something. And the filly was going to find out what that something was.

Vinyl tried to scoot across the cold seat to grab the handle, but her little hooves found the seat’s surface to be slippery and it was hard to keep her balance! She feared she might slip off or tumble into the bowl, so she stretched her hooves out to grab hold of whatever would keep her from falling. By some miracle, she had scooted close enough to reach the handle and because of how stretched out her body became she was able to push it down.

A loud roar reached the young one’s ears. She didn’t know what exactly the roar meant but whatever it was Vinyl didn’t like it! She held onto the handle for dear life, especially since she could see the waters below her surging and swirling ominously, shedding their smooth, mirror like appearance from before!





As luck would have it, Long Play had come back into the bathroom by this point and when he heard the noise he was quick to come to his sister’s rescue, pulling her safely off the toilet and setting her down upon the floor. “Vinyl! Thank goodness you’re okay,” He sighed in relief. “The toilet is not something to play around with.”

“Toilet?” Vinyl asked while looking up at the object she’d been balancing precariously on just seconds ago. It didn’t take much for Long Play to put two and two together and realize what his sister was referring to.

“Oh, you want to know what it is?” He asked and received a confirming nod. “Well that’s great, it actually means we can start potty training you! You won’t have to wear diapers anymore and I won’t have to change you.”

But Vinyl wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea, especially since she quite liked her new diaper after she had just been changed.

“Hey, don’t give me that look, sis,” Long Play protested. “Potty training is something everypony goes through eventually. It’s actually a lot of fun, and not having diapers to slow you down is the greatest thing ever! Heck, it’s actually really easy to use the toilet,” And he explained. “All you have to do is wait until you think you need to go. Then you come and get me or a grown-up and have them help you sit down on the seat. And then you just do what you need to do, drop some beats if you have to. After that, clean yourself up, and then use the handle to send your latest mix to the studio. Every one you send is a big success, easily gold standard! And you can mark that progress with stars on a chart.”

All of that sounded quite elaborate and confusing to the little one, despite how much her brother seemed to be trying to make it sound fun. Still, she couldn’t deny that she was curious about the toilet and how to use it. It couldn’t hurt to try, could it?

Vinyl started to jump up again, trying to climb back onto the seat to make an attempt at “making her own mix”.

But her brother stopped her. “Whoa there, little DJ! Club rules state that you have to take off your diaper before they let you reach your turntable as it were. Besides, that seat is a little too slippery for you.” He then opened one of the cabinets and pulled something out with his magic before closing it again.

“However, you can use this!” Long Play declared as she presented the object to Vinyl. “This is a special seat that the club reserves for little DJs like you, that way you won’t accidentally be dropped in with the mix too. The studio only wants your mixes, it doesn’t need you. After all, where would they find another DJ on such short notice?  You’re welcome to try, but once you’re in the club you gotta stay at your turntable until they say it’s okay for you to take a break. Do you still wanna try? I won’t make you do it if you’re not ready.” 

But his little sister didn’t nod or shake her head for her answer. Instead, he saw her place a hoof on her diaper before pointing towards her changing pad. “Oh!” He gasped, suddenly realizing what the filly was trying to tell him.  

Vinyl knew what her brother meant by all of that “club talk”. If she decided to try her luck now, she was gonna be sitting on that seat for ages. Even for her that was just too much time that could be spent doing more productive things that would drive her brother nuts. She also wondered if that “special seat” was what her brother and her parents used whenever they were on the toilet. It would certainly explain how they could have no trouble with the slippery seat while they were making their own mixes.

Long Play just instructed. “Well don't worry, you’ll know when it’s time, little DJ. Your body always gives off signals, and sometimes you’ll even do a little dance. So just relax, and be ready for when the time comes. Pretty soon you’ll be pottying like a pro, ready to get rid of those drab diapers forever.”
> The Pottying Blues (Octavia)
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Few ponies could truly lay claim to the title of “Child Prodigy”, but for the Melody family household their only daughter, Octavia, fit the bill pretty well. This was made especially clear by the fact that she could play musical instruments by the time she was two years old. And not just as well a two year old could either, she could play the instruments with the kind of skill that for most ponies it would take years of practice to pull off.

This actually attracted a fair deal of attention, and Octavia’s parents became so confident in their daughter’s skills that they saved up to have the best musical tutor in all of Equestria come and teach their daughter. And when even that tutor came away impressed there was only one logical conclusion: Octavia was destined to be a great musician! She was especially skilled at playing the cello despite how much bigger it was than her.

There was one big problem that held back the prospect of further development and further teaching, all the music schools willing to accept Octavia into their programs at such a young age frowned at the idea of what the little one was wearing.

While she didn’t really have a strong attachment one way or the other to the padded undergarments, to the filly it was a matter of efficiency to keep wearing them for as long as they fit. Even by the time she turned three she still wore diapers.

“It’s much better than stopping in the middle of a performance to go,” Octavia thought to herself. “Plus, if I get nervous, I don’t have to worry about wetting myself in a way that everypony will see.”

But Mr. and Mrs. Melody knew that their daughter’s future would require her to get out of diapers, and sooner than they might have liked. Alas, it had to be done.

Of course it wasn’t necessarily something the couple was in agreement over. They debated it quite a bit while taking only the most minimum of precautions to avoid being overheard by their daughter.

“Star Song, my dear,” The blonde haired stallion said to his wife during one such discussion. “Our daughter can’t stay in diapers much longer. The more we delay the inevitable, the less likely she is to cooperate when we make her give up her diapers and start teaching her how grown ponies do their ‘business’ as it were. Why do you think we invested all that money to have one of those new throne model lavatories installed? It wasn’t just for our sakes.”

The mare who closely resembled her daughter in coat and mane replied. “Tempo Beat, I may love you with all my heart, but I also love Octavia. She’s the only child we’ll ever be able to have.” She had to struggle not to break down in tears.

Tempo just declared. “I know you took the news from the doctors about never being able to have children again hard, but that doesn’t mean we hold back the development of the only one we do have,” He firmly insisted. “We both know the time has come. Even you must admit you’ve grown tired of having to change her.”

Star nodded while willing herself to stay strong. “You’re right, diaper changes have started to become a real chore to get through. I just don’t know how Octavia will react when we force her to sit on something so foreign, especially since she’s gonna be expected to do it all on her own eventually. What if something happens to her?”

“Nothing will happen!” Tempo vowed. “Our little Tavi will master her lavatory training just as well as she has mastered the cello. Then we can work on teaching her how to duplicate the performance for others, making sure she understands the signs. She’ll be the envy of all her peers once again, and we’ll be so proud of her.”

“I sincerely hope you’re right, Tempo,” Star agreed. “We’ll start first thing tomorrow. Let Tavi enjoy her diapers for the rest of today, and then she can bid farewell to them with our help.”

But Tempo disagreed. “No, we can delay no longer! Our little princess is ready for her throne even if you think she isn’t!”





Octavia had only the slightest idea of what her parents were discussing. She had already by chance encountered this “throne” in the bathroom. From what she understood it was a tall magnificent bowl of gleaming white porcelain which was built into the ground. Atop the bowl was a seat as well as a lid that appeared to cover up the inside. There was a removable thing above the lid, and a silver, ramp-like device off to the left hoof side.

The little filly also knew that was very, very smelly and very noisy. Although she didn’t know why, it did kind of make her giggle to think that anypony could call it a “throne”, she was pretty sure thrones were much more glamorous and far less scary looking (and sounding) than that… object in the lavatory.

Still, whatever her personal reservations might have been about this “throne”, Octavia had learned long ago to go along with whatever it was that her parents asked of her. They always had her best interests at heart, such as when they had gotten her that tutor and when they had started taking her to show off her talent for special schools. She’d been on her best behavior then even if she didn’t necessarily like where she went or what she did. So she would do so again with whatever her parents were about to make her do.

Mr. and Mrs. Melody approached their daughter while she was doing what she often did when left alone, playing her cello. For only a toddler she was able to move the bow with the kind of practiced precision that would make even the greatest of cello players envious. The parents silently hoped that their expectations of this kind of quick mastery would carry over to the great undertaking they were about to perform. It was time for the Melodies’ only daughter to be properly potty trained.

Octavia stopped playing when she became aware of her parents’ presence. “Hi Mum, hi Dad,” She greeted in that polite tone she’d been trained to use. “You gonna teach me something?”

“Yes indeed, Octavia,” Mr. Melody declared as he approached his daughter, relieved to find that her padding remained in pristine condition. “It’s time you were trained in how ponies your age take care of their ‘business’ as it were.”

The earth pony toddler nodded but didn’t clarify. She knew what her father meant and she also knew that even the childish expressions of it were considered inappropriate for discussion. “So, I not wear diapers anymore?” She asked as a rare frown formed on her face for a brief moment. It quickly faded when she became aware of it.

“Yes.” Mrs. Melody answered. “There is something far more desirable and far more efficient that you are to use from now on.”

Quickly seizing the opportunity, Mr. Melody instructed. “If you’ll kindly follow us to the lavatory and discard your diaper, all will be explained. Do note that you’ll be expected to replicate what you are taught there.”

So the trio of earth ponies made their way to the lavatory, and the filly removed her diaper with some hoofwork and a series of shimmies, watching as it was picked up and unceremoniously put in a wastebasket nearby.

Now, bare bottomed, Octavia turned her gaze to that “throne” device. It didn’t seem to be as smelly as she remembered it being, and it wasn’t currently loud although she suspected that would soon change.

“This is a toilet.” Mr. Melody said. “Not just any toilet though but the latest in the throne model that comes with a built in flush.”

“‘Flush’?” Octavia blinked in surprise as she stepped back a bit. “What is a ‘flush’?”

Mrs. Melody explained. “It’s how the toilet empties itself after being used. You’ll understand it more soon enough. Now, please listen to what your father and I are about to tell you, for it is extremely important.”

Mr. Melody nodded. “Octavia, by now you must be aware of when you have to go. Your body starts to get all tingly and you can feel things moving inside of you. When that happens, you must come here and make your way onto the seat. Then you must sit down, making sure your rump is positioned over the bowl. Allow me to assist you with getting onto the seat as you are a bit small for the toilet.” Scooping up his daughter, he deposited her oh so carefully onto the toilet seat in just the right place. 

“So, I… go?” Octavia asked as both her parents looked at her.

“Exactly.” Mrs. Melody nodded in agreement. “Once you have done what you need to do, you clean up by using this. It’s called toilet paper.” She pointed a hoof over to a paper like substance. “Unlike the wet wipes you’re used to, you put the toilet paper in the toilet when you’re done. And when you are cleaned up enough, then you must flush.”

“How do I ‘flush’ it?” Octavia asked while looking down into the toilet. She could see that the inside of the bowl was partway filled with smooth crystal clear water. She could even see a reflection of herself.

Deciding that this was a good time to provide a demonstration, Mrs. Melody gestured to the silver, ramp-like object. “To flush simply push down that lever, like this.” She then used a hoof to push down the lever. 

Octavia heard a great noise as she looked down. She saw the waters inside the bowl were now ominously swirling about. She watched as they grew higher and higher, yet stopped before they could reach her tail and instead retreated down a hole at the bottom of the bowl. The toilet made a gurgling sound and then the waters returned. She was understandably frightened by the display. “That scary.” She declared nervously.

“Yes, I know it seems frightening,” Mrs. Melody reassured her daughter. “But in time you’ll grow used to it and learn that it’s nothing to be afraid of. It can’t hurt you so long as you’re careful, and so long as you don’t put your hooves where they shouldn’t be. It’s okay if you need help at first to do any of this. But once you have flushed, you may get down and wash your hooves. Simply repeat the process as needed every day whenever the need to go arises.”





 “Now then, you know what you must do,” Mr. Melody declared. “Let’s see you demonstrate it for your mother and I, Octavia."

 “If you don’t have to go now that’s fine, but your father and I would like you to sit here for a little bit, just to get used to the idea,” Mrs. Melody added. “And remember to flush when you’re done.”

Mr. Melody added. “You should feel privileged, Octavia. Ponies used to rely on far less desirable methods to do their business. They even once had to carry around those horribly outdated chamber pots, and some had to empty said pots themselves because they couldn’t afford servants or maids to do it for them. This cuts the middle mare out, sending your waste straight to where it’s meant to end up.”

“And it’s far cleaner,” Mrs. Melody chimed in. “There’s not even really a smell, at least as long as somepony doesn’t forget to flush or the drains don’t get blocked. I know it must seem like a lot to take in, but this is something you must master if you’re ever to succeed in life. No school will ever accept you if you can’t learn how to properly use a toilet. That is why you’re being taught now, before it can really become a problem for you later in life.”

“Now go ahead,” Mr. Melody declared. “Think of it like a performance if you will. The toilet is the stage, you the cello player and the music… well I think you get the idea.” He coughed into a hoof.

The little earth pony did manage to tinkle a little since she had been feeling the need to do that. It felt weird and yet at the same time strangely acceptable to let it all flow out into this great porcelain contraption she’d been placed atop. The sound of her tinkling into the bowl seemed to echo everywhere, not that her parents seemed to mind it at all. They even applauded her for doing so, which really reinforced the idea in the young one’s mind of it being a performance. 

“Splendid job, Octavia! Simply splendid!” Her father smiled brightly as he helped his daughter down from the toilet after helping her flush. “I daresay, such a performance from a first timer is truly outstanding! I do hope you’ll keep that up for your mum and I. And do note that you’ll be called on to repeat that performance when others require proof of your toilet training for application.”

Mrs. Melody, however, cautioned her daughter. “But be sure you don’t let your guard down. Even if it’s in the middle of the night, you will be expected to use the toilet for whatever you feel the need to do. You will not have any nighttime protection, so I trust you’ll want to avoid staining the sheets. I trust you know how much of a pain they are to wash.”

Octavia nodded as she was brought to the sink to wash her hooves. She would make absolutely sure she’d never have an accident of any sort! It was completely undesirable.
> Ditching Double Trouble (Snips/Snails)
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Snips and Snails’ friendship was one that was long lasting and went back a long time. All the way back to when they were both foals and in diapers in fact. Even back then there were differences, Snips was considerably more vocal and adventurous whereas Snails tended to be more withdrawn and observant.

Their parents often let them be together for playdates, hoping that the two’s distinctive personalities would rub off on each other and help them both to become better at different things. It was hoped that Snips would teach Snails how to speak up more often and do things, while it was hoped that Snails could teach Snips how important it was to slow down and pay attention to other things. This became especially important once the two toddler unicorns turned two, and entered into the usual bumpy road of headaches that was potty training. Both entered into it on the same day, despite Snails being a bit older (it was hard to believe the two weren’t twin brothers given how attached at the hip they seemed to be). But the first couple of months came and went with little progress for either of them.

Snips just never seemed to understand that to be successful at potty training, one had to make a commitment to actually use the potty. That meant sitting on it for however long the grown-ups decided was adequate. And as for Snails, he had the problem of not speaking up or appearing to realize when he had to go.

So it was that the exhausted parents of both foals arranged for another one of their joint playdates, with Snails’ house being the hosting place this time. Snips had his potty brought over and set up in the bathroom next to Snails’ potty, and both little unicorns were placed into a playpen while their parents started discussing the setbacks they had currently been facing.

Snips bounced a ball to Snails, all the while he was grumbling to himself. “Can ya believe our mommies and daddies make us do potty training? Why we have to give up diapers? Diapers safe, diapers comfy.”

Snails just bounced the ball back as he replied. “Don’t know. Don’t really like needing changes or having Mommy and Daddy do checks. They say big ponies no need that.”

“So, what if I no wanna be big pony?” Snips protested as he plopped down onto his padded rear. “Big ponies no fun.”

“But we no stay little ponies forever,” Snails protested right back. “We have to be like mommies and daddies someday.”

Snips only grumbled. “But potty no fun. Sitting on it take forever, and it boring!”

“Not boring, potty can be fun,” Snails insisted. “Just gotta know when ya have to go, then you no have to sit on it forever.”

The blue coated foal only sighed as he stopped bouncing the ball. “But I no know when I have to go. I just do. I try to go when I on potty, but it never works.”

Snails replied to his friend. “Ya gots to pay more attention to what ya body tell ya. If it's acting funny, ya have to go potty.”

“How ya know that?” Snips questioned his orange coated friend. “Ya psychic or something?”

Snails shook his head. “Nu-uh, I just really good at noticing things ‘cause I don’t talk much. Like how after ya drink something, your body starts feeling all tingly. Or how before ya do number two tail hikes up.”

“So I just wait until I feel those things, and I sit on potty?” Snips asked. “‘Cause I think I feeling tingly feeling now!”

Snails nodded. “I do too. I think we should tell somepony.”

“Ya leave it to me!” Snips said and screamed at the top of his lungs. “Mommy! Daddy! Gotta go potty! Snails does too!”





The two foals’ parents rushed over immediately, scooping up their children and carrying them to the bathroom! Both were soon stripped of their diapers and placed upon their plastic potties while their parents kept a watchful eye on the both of them.

It seemed like it took forever, even though it was actually just a couple of minutes at best. Both foals just sat on the plastic bowls, not really doing anything since if they tried to move they’d just be placed right back on their potties by their parents.

Eventually though, sounds not unlike running water seemed to echo in the bathroom. And then it stopped just as suddenly as it had arrived. Could it really be?

Once the mysterious noises had faded (and both foals now felt strangely empty, a lot different from how they had felt a short time ago), Snips and Snails’ parents allowed them to stand as their potties were checked. Sure enough, their potties were nice and full. The two unicorn toddlers had FINALLY achieved a successful trip to the potty, months after beginning their training! Snips felt overwhelmed with pride for his accomplishment, while Snails didn’t know what to think aside from the fact that he had made his parents very happy. The foals were wiped clean soon afterward, and watched as their parents emptied their training potties into the big potty, promptly making everything disappear with a loud roar that signaled the telltale flush.

“And just think, when you two are older and get better at going potty, you’ll be able to use this one instead.” Their parents told them, hoping that it would serve as encouragement and motivation.

“Ya here that, Snails?” Snips eagerly grinned. “Someday, we’re gonna get to use the mommy and daddy potty! Then we’ll get to figure out why it makes those funny sounds, and how it can make everything in it just disappear.”

“Couldn’t we just ask our mommies and daddies?” Snails questioned. “I sure they tell us how it works.”

Snips shook his head. “Nu-uh, it no fun if grown-ups tell us everything. We gots to be super smart and find out for ourselves!”

Snails couldn’t really argue with his childhood friend when he made such a compelling argument. Besides, they did everything together, and they both aspired to know all they could about magic. So they would strive to figure out the “magic” behind the big potty on their own someday. Perhaps even before their parents would think they were ready.
> Fleeing Feather (Featherweight)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It took only two simple words to give a pair of pegasus pony parents a particularly puzzling problem. They had moved to Ponyville from Cloudsdale when their son Featherweight had been born, planning to take advantage of the fact that Ponyville had a better education system or so they said. Though a bit on the scrawny side, his earliest years had passed without much incident and he seemed to have no real development issues. Every doctor and nurse they consulted even said as much.

But now that Featherweight is almost two years old, there was something he had to undergo if he was going to have any chance at getting into a pre-school, let alone kindergarten. It was something the pegasus parents still relatively young themselves hoped wouldn’t be anymore of a hassle than teaching their son to walk and talk.

Yes, it was time for Featherweight to start potty training. To learn how to go without diapers and do what all ponies his age did when they needed to go. The process sounded simple, but the parents knew that actually going through with the training probably wouldn’t be. Still, it had to be done for their son’s benefit.

It all seemed to start smoothly enough. The parents left Featherweight with a foalsitter while they went out shopping to pick up a “surprise” for their son. They soon found it and purchased it, bringing it home all wrapped up to give to their son.

The little pegasus was surprised and ecstatic to be given a present when it wasn’t his birthday or anything close to it. With a great deal of flapping and straining from his tiny wings, he managed to undo the wrapping paper on his present. What he was greeted with was a most unusual object. It looked like some kind of bowl, but it was brightly colored and had some big, funny words printed in pink on it.

“Surprise!” Mr. Featherweight declared. He was truly the spitting image of his son in almost every way, except for the eyes since he had bright green colored eyes instead of moderate yellow ones. “This is your brand new potty.”

“Potty?” Featherweight slowly sounded out the word. He didn’t know what it meant or how that applied to this plastic bowl that was much bigger than he was.

“That’s right, Featherweight! You’re so smart!” Mrs. Featherweight nodded her head. “It even says so right on the side: ‘My Little Potty’.” Although her son had inherited her moderate yellow eyes, there was little else to indicate a resemblance: A dark brown coat and a fluffy white mane and tail styled in ponytails.

Still, Featherweight just looked at the object before him with a puzzled look, sitting on his diapered rump as he tried to make sense of it all. “What potty for?” He asked as he looked up at his parents. The “potty” was definitely too small for them, but it still seemed too big for him. And that was the least of his concerns.

“Why, it’s for going potty of course.” Mr. Featherweight instructed. “You know, instead of going number one and number two in your diapers all the time. This one is built specifically for ponies your size. It’s a little big now, but you’ll grow into it in time.”

“From now on, you’re to use it whenever you have to go. Simply remove your diaper and sit on the potty,” Mrs. Featherweight added. “Then notify either your daddy, myself or a grown-up so that we or they may clean you up. Fortunately, your potty is one that comes with built in wipes for easy cleaning.”

“And that’s just the half of it,” Mr. Featherweight declared as he picked up the potty. “Once you’re all done, the potty has to be emptied out so it can be used again. That’s also where a grown-up like your mommy or myself comes into play. Only we or a trusted grown-up can take care of your potty.” Featherweight watched as his potty was carried away down the hallway, before he was marched down it as well by his parents. He was eventually brought into the bathroom. 

This bathroom had all the modern day plumbing fixtures that were fast becoming standardized across Equestria. A bathtub with an overhead shower, a modern style sink and faucet, and a much taller bowl-like object where Featherweight was brought before. It was bright white in color and had cool, metal pipes.

After setting down his son and his potty next to the massive bowl, Mr. Featherweight continued his explanation. “This is the toilet, the potty for grown-ups like Mommy and Daddy. Obviously, you’re too small and young to use it properly like we do. But once you’re done using your potty and have been cleaned up, somepony takes your potty and empties it into a toilet like the one you see before you. Do you want to know how it works?”

Featherweight nodded as he eyed the toilet. To him, it looked like it would take ten foals his size just to be equal in height.

“Well it’s simple.” His father said with a smile. “You just grab hold of this handle here, and push it down. The toilet takes care of the rest.” He grabbed the aforementioned handle with a hoof and pressed it down.

Suddenly, there was an unfamiliar loud noise. To Featherweight, it sounded almost like a roar. “Monster!” He screamed as his tiny wings kicked into overdrive! He fluttered high into the sky, straining himself quite considerably in the process. He flew up so high that he became eye to eye with the “mouth” of this great beast. His moderate yellow eyes locked onto ominously surging, spinning waters as they suddenly retreated down a hole at the bottom! He didn’t bother to stick around to see more, he flew atop the back and there he rested, convinced he was safe from this “monster”’s wrath.

Mrs. Featherweight could only sigh as she retrieved her son from his “nest” and brought him down. His previously pristine diaper was now stained and starting to smell, no doubt a result of all that straining he’d done during his panicked flight. Still, she knew she had to correct a more pressing matter first before attempting to change her son. “Featherweight, the toilet isn’t a monster. I know it may sound scary, but I promise you, it can’t hurt you and it won’t hurt you. The loud noise that you just heard is how the toilet cleans itself. It’s called a flush.”

“And now you know why you’re not allowed to use it,” Mr. Featherweight declared, before plugging his nose at the stench coming from his son. “Oh, if only you’d been able to do that in your new potty instead.”





The disappointed couple then went about changing their son’s diaper, sighing in disbelief that their attempt at starting Featherweight on potty training hadn’t worked out as intended. Still, they held out hope that in spite of this bump in the road there would be progress before long. Hardly anypony mastered potty training the first time they tried it, and so long as they could get Featherweight reasonably trained by the time he turned three all would be well.

But days went by, then weeks, and then months and yet Featherweight seemed to make no progress at all with his potty training. His potty chart quickly filled up with stormy clouds and frowny faces to symbolize accidents, and there was not a single gold star or positive note to be found anywhere.

It always seemed to start out the same way too. Mandatory diaper inspections at designated times, usually once in the morning and once at night and then again as needed after meals or bottles. If there wasn’t a wet or messy diaper to change, Featherweight’s parents would bring out his potty and set him upon it. Then they would wait, and wait, and wait and then wait some more for something to come out. Yet no matter how long they waited, their son would never seem to do anything in his potty. They tried to pass the time in numerous ways and even sought to give their son privacy when they believed that was what was causing him to be unable to go.

Alas, nothing worked. Potty time always ended the same way: Featherweight would eventually get up off his potty and trot away with his diaper back on. And within minutes he would come back, telling his parents that he’d had an accident and needed to be changed. It really seemed like he was going out of his way to not use his potty, no matter where it was or how much encouragement his parents provided. And trying to train him with the toilet was out of the question, there was no hope of him using that if he wouldn’t even use his potty like he was supposed to.

“I just don’t get what we’re doing wrong, hon,” Mr. Featherweight sighed as he and his wife stayed up late one night to try to figure out the answer to their problem. “It’s been almost half a year now and our son is still completely in diapers. I expected the training to be difficult but not this difficult. Just what are we going to do?”

“We have to keep on trying!” Mrs. Featherweight insisted and then got an idea. “Maybe if we take away our son’s diapers, that’ll enforce the notion that he has to use his potty! Otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

Mr. Featherweight wasn’t so convinced. “If he won’t use his potty now, what good will taking away his diapers do? He’ll just make messes on our floors,” And the muscular stallion sighed. “I know you don’t like it, hon, but I think we’re gonna have to put off the training for a while. Featherweight’s not ready yet. We can still keep his potty close by if he changes his mind.”





So for about a month and a half, Featherweight was freed from his obligation to use his potty, although he was still strongly encouraged to do so. Strangely, he seemed to start needing diaper changes more frequently as a result. And no amount of trying to get him onto his potty seemed to work.

Not even taking away his diapers worked as intended. Featherweight just went on the floors like his father had feared. And once he got in trouble for that he started inventing new ways to do his business, which usually meant sneaking outside to “fertilize the soil” or “water the daisies”.

Frustrated, the pegasus parents consulted every book and every foalsitter they could find on the subject, searching for any kind of solution even if it would only be temporary. Nothing worked. No amount of begging, pleading, positive or negative reinforcement or other efforts could get little Featherweight to use his potty even once.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Featherweight eventually forced themselves to come to a realization: Their son wasn’t going to be potty trained before he was three years old. In fact, they weren’t sure he’d ever be potty trained at all. They feared he’d be the only colt in all of Equestria to grow up still wearing diapers.

Featherweight didn’t care for his part. He didn’t care that he was in diapers even though other foals he hung out with or interacted with that were his age or older didn’t wear diapers. He was quite content with the way things were. His diapers worked just fine for their intended purpose, why should he be forced to give them up if he didn’t want to?

So the years went by with Featherweight remaining in diapers. As a result it was of little surprise to his exhausted and dismayed parents that no preschool or kindergarten was willing to accept him. Some degree of potty training was required, and without it Featherweight could only be tutored from home.

It wasn’t until he finally entered into public school in the first grade that the little colt started to realize that he couldn’t not potty train forever, even if he really wanted to. So many ponies started teasing him relentlessly every day over his pampers, regardless of his best efforts to hide them. And it only got worse whenever he needed a change and the whole schoolhouse suddenly had to have all the windows in the classroom open.

Try as he might to ignore the teases, the taunting, the bullying and the looks, Featherweight was forced to accept that his days in diapers would need to come to an end. He was still too small to really use the toilet back home, but the schoolhouse in Ponyville thankfully still had the old fashioned squat models that were just the right size for him. And at home his training potty worked as intended, much as he hated the idea of using it.

But he knew he couldn’t go back. His parents would never let him wear diapers around the house no matter how many “accidents” he started having, and the fear of being bullied, teased and rejected by his peers made the still scrawny pegasus too afraid to wear them to school. A doctor’s note would be no good either because no doctor could see anything wrong with him and the colt knew he was not gonna be able to fake a convincing letter.

“I hate that I’ve been forced to you use, you stupid potty!” Featherweight thought to himself. “If only I could still wear my diapers.” It was a naive wish to be sure, but it was a wish that Featherweight never stopped thinking about even long after he knew it wasn’t going to come true.
> When Potties Attack (Zephyr Breeze)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zephyr Breeze was never as curious as a foal as his big sister, Fluttershy. And he was far more “dependent” compared to her. He usually never went anywhere unless his parents were with him or were close by. And he was never shy about coming to them whenever he needed something, usually a diaper change.

However, on one particular day, Zephyr would get a chance to explore and get into trouble. And it would be an experience he’d never forget, even when his parents wished he would.

“Zephy?” Fluttershy whispered to her baby brother on that day, waking him up as she flew into his crib (she was starting to get too old to sleep in one. Her brother had gotten her old crib and she was in the process of transitioning from the new one to a bed in her size).

Zephyr yawned as he rubbed the sleep out of his little eyes. “Big sis?” He asked in a whisper. “Ya need something?”

Fluttershy nodded and whimpered. “I no can find Mommy or Daddy, they gone! What if monster get them?”

Zephyr jolted awake and sat up in his crib! “Monster?! Like one under bed?!”

The older pegasus whimpered. “I no know. But I hear strange sounds from bathroom all the time, and today I see Mommy go into it but not come back out after strange sounds. I worried. Mommy might be in trouble.”

The little colt stood up. “No Mommy?! No Daddy?!” He was definitely terrified of that possibility! Without his parents who was he going to rely on to take care of all his needs? “We gots to save them!”

“Ya come with me to help?” Fluttershy asked her baby brother as she gave him the most adorable pair of pleading puppy dog eyes. You wouldn’t have believed that she was the older sibling of the bunch with the way she was acting.

Zephyr nodded his head. “Uh-huh, I help ya, big sis! We show monster who boss!” He vowed even though he was dreadfully nervous on the inside. But he felt he had to be brave if he was going to rescue his parents, particularly his mother from whatever monster had managed to capture her.

The older pegasus filly smiled before fluttering back out of the crib. “Thank ya, Zephy. Ya the bestest brother ever!”

Zephyr Breeze just smiled back as he flapped his own wings and flew out of his crib to join his sister on the floor of his nursery (which Fluttershy sometimes borrowed). “We gots to start searching! Maybe we find Mommy and Daddy before monster make them disappear,” He declared in heroic fashion, and knew where they needed to start. “Where bathroom?”

“Follow me! And stay close, no wanna lose ya too.” Fluttershy instructed as she began to waddle out of the nursery. Zephyr followed without hesitation.





After a little bit of wandering around aimlessly with no signs of either of their parents, the two toddler pegasi managed to find their way to the bathroom. This is where Fluttershy had last seen their mother. Hopefully they could find her and rescue her without also becoming a victim of the “monster” that lurked there.

The bathroom was dimly lit and the blinds allowed little natural light to shine through, making it seem more like a cave than anything else. And the cold tiled floor only reinforced that belief in the mind of both toddler pegasi as they searched every nook and cranny for any trace of their mother, or even their father. But they couldn’t find anything at all.

“Oh no! We too late! Mommy gone!” Zephyr whined as he started to whimper in fright!

Fluttershy tried to hold out hope. “Nu-uh, Mommy not gone! Monster just keeping her hidden, but we find her,” Then as she waddled along the bathroom floor a little more, she noticed something that she hadn’t noticed before. There was a small door leading from the bathroom to someplace else, and it looked like something big was inside of this little room. Being naturally quite curious, she decided to inspect it.

Zephyr followed his sister through the opened door to the room where that big object rested on its own. This room was even darker than the bathroom, but it was still possible to make out that object that towered over both foals. It was a bright, gleaming white in color all around, except for a small, silver colored object that looked like a ramp of some kind. It had a square like top to it, and a round bottom shaped like a bowl. Attached to it was a set of metal pipes, and it felt cold to the touch.

“Big sis, ya have any idea what that is?” Zephyr Breeze asked as he eyed the bowl like beast. It almost resembled a throne room, and he thought he’d once overhear the grown-ups mention something about a “throne” in their own house. But what kind of throne looked like this?

Fluttershy didn’t appear to have a clue, though she soon guessed. “Maybe it the monster that got Mommy! We gots to find out where it took her so we can rescue her!”

“But I see no opening. How it get Mommy?” Zephyr pondered as the little colt looked all around.

Fluttershy’s eyes soon locked onto what looked like some kind of lid. “Maybe we lift that up and Mommy pop out? Or maybe it serve as entrance?” She proposed. She fluttered towards it and tried to lift it, but it was really heavy and didn’t seem to want to move.

Zephyr fluttered up to help, and he strained just as much as his sister did. But somehow by working together, the two foals managed to force the lid up and back against the top of this strange thing. It hit the top with a mighty slam which startled both foals, causing them to drop onto the seat that was now exposed.

Standing on the seat that felt slippery and yet strangely warm, the two foals were able to peer down the belly of the beast. There appeared to be some sort of hole or opening at the very bottom, albeit a very narrow one. Maybe it expanded somehow? More interesting though, was the presence of water. Sparkling clear water that seemed to resemble a mirror with the way it reflected the faces of the two.

“We gots to get down there!” Fluttershy pointed at the hole! “That must be where Mommy is!”

The little colt shuddered. “But how, we no can swim that far down. There too much water.”

Just then, the older pegasus turned her attention to the silvery ramp like object resting just off to her left. For some reason she felt drawn to it, as if under some kind of spell. Maybe that was how the opening got wider? Maybe it was what made the strange sound she’d heard? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Flapping her wings, Fluttershy flew to the ramp like object and grabbed hold of it before managing to force it down with all her might! In the process she strained herself so much that she began to flood her diaper.





When the handle was forced down, a mighty roar rang out! The device seemed to surge to life as the waters started spinning around and around, nearly splashing out of the bowl in the process!

Fluttershy was frightened, and Zephyr Breeze even more so! It was indeed a monster, and it had been awakened and was ready to eat!

Thinking quickly, Zephyr did the only thing he could think of doing! As soon as his sister landed back on the seat he pushed her into the bowl! “Take her instead, monster! Leave me alone!” And then he jumped down from the seat and ran off, leaving Fluttershy to spin helplessly about with the waters!

Zephyr ran out of the room with the monster and out of the bathroom, wanting to get as far away as he could! He didn’t even care that his own diaper flew right off with how fast he was running.

But he hadn’t gotten far when a familiar female voice from a familiar female pegasus with glasses called out. “Zephyr Breeze? What is going on? What happened to your diaper? And where’s your sister?”

“Mommy!” Zephyr exclaimed in happy relief as he lept up and hugged her tightly! “Ya safe! Monster not get ya after all!”

“What monster?” Mrs. Shy asked her toddler son. “Mommy just needed to lay down for a little while, that’s all. She thought you and your sister were in your cribs, napping.”

“I was, Mommy. But then big sis say she see you go into bathroom and not come back out. She say monster get you,” Zephyr explained. “So we go looking for you or for Daddy, and we find monster in room next to bathroom. But Fluttershy anger it, so I offer her to monster instead of me.”

Mrs. Shy only sighed and shook her head. “Zephyr Breeze, haven’t I told you and your sister that there’s no such thing as monsters?” And she then trotted to the bathroom while explaining. “What you saw was a modern throne toilet, it comes with a seat and looks like a big bowl. It’s even made of something called porcelain. As for the noise, your sister likely pressed the handle down, activating the flush cycle. The flush cycle takes everything in the toilet and pulls it down the drain.”

“Even big sis?!” Zephyr gasped in concern, now afraid that he might have actually endangered a member of his family.

Mrs. Shy replied. “I don’t think so. Your sister is too big to fit. Her tail might get stuck though,” She trotted into the room adjacent to the bathroom where the toilet was. The flush cycle had long since stopped.

Sure enough, resting down at the bottom of the bowl and just above the drain, was a very unhappy Fluttershy was soaking wet. Her diaper had swelled up with toilet water to the point where it looked like a balloon ready to pop. She really couldn’t move much and didn’t want to, afraid of what might happen if her diaper stopped blocking the drain.

Mrs. Shy simply reached a hoof down to pull her stuck foal free, gently plopping her onto a series of prepared towels as the water in the toilet bowl started to refill. “Oh, just look at you,” She frowned at her daughter. “Dripping wet with toilet water. And now you’ll need a new diaper,” She then declared. “You really shouldn’t be exploring places like the bathroom, Fluttershy. And you and your brother shouldn’t be playing with the toilet, something bad could happen.”

“Sorry, Mommy,” Fluttershy blushed. “But Zephyr the one who knock me in and leave me. I nearly went down the hole because of him.”

Mrs. Shy only scolded. “Both of you were very naughty foals. It’s lucky for you I finally woke up from my nap,” And she sighed. “At this rate, I don’t think either of you are gonna be ready for potty training any time soon.”

“Potty training?” Zephyr and Fluttershy blinked together.

Mrs. Shy nodded. “Yes, that’s when you start leaving your diapers and do all your business in the toilet. Although in most cases, ponies buy a training one first and then you graduate to the actual toilet at a later date,” She then looked down at Zephyr Breeze. “Maybe you’d like to try it out? It’s really quite simple, actually. What do you say, Zephyr?”

“Nu-uh!” Zephyr protested. Not only was he was still afraid of the flush despite now knowing it was what made that awful sound, but he didn’t like the idea of having to get rid of his diapers and do all his business in some strange bowl made of a strange material he’d never heard of before. He’d much rather stick to diapers. He knew they were safe and he knew that as long as he wore them he could count on his parents to change him after he did anything.

Fluttershy also added. “I no wanna potty train yet either, Mommy.”

“Well, that’s okay,” Mrs. Shy reluctantly replied. “It’s important not to rush you into it before either of you are ready. Your father didn’t think we should potty train you yet, and now I think I’ll agree with him. Maybe when you’re both a little older we can try again,” Then she turned her attention to her soaking wet daughter and not diapered son. “But first, I need to give you a bath, Fluttershy. And put you and your brother into clean diapers.” And she led them out of the room with the toilet and back to the bathroom proper.





But Zephyr Breeze never really felt bothered to learn how to potty train. He felt comfortable in his diapers and knew his parents would keep changing him for as long as they felt he “wasn’t ready” to start his training.

It was more or less the same with Fluttershy, even though she was older and was expected to be the example. In her case it was because she just didn’t feel brave enough to try, afraid of a repeat of her first encounter with the toilet at the hooves of her brother.

In fact it would not be until Flutttershy starting attending playdates with Rainbow Dash that she would start picking up the courage and motivation to start training. And it would take both pegasi to provide the encouragement, motivation and sometimes even the force to make Zephyr Breeze give up his diapers. Which was how Zephyr first started to take an interest in Rainbow, much to the future Wonderbolt’s annoyance.

“Ya sure we have to keep doing this?” Rainbow once asked Fluttershy. “Your brother annoys me so much I wanna feed him to the potty monster and be done with it!”

Fluttershy shook her head. “He’s gotta get out of diapers if he doesn’t wanna be teased and picked on. He has to learn how to take care of himself. And if my mommy and daddy won’t train him, we have to encourage him ourselves.”

Zephyr Breeze then came trotting past with a smile on his face. “Besides, Rainbow. Ya totally want me to be a big pony like you and like big sis. You wouldn’t wanna have to start changing me, would ya?”

Rainbow just groaned as she and Fluttershy led Zephyr to the bathroom. “Just get in there and sit on the potty! And if ya keep bothering me I not gonna help ya learn how to be a big pony any more.”

Zephyr only grinned as he entered into the bathroom, pulling down his padding in preparation for what he had to do. “Rainbow Dash would never do anything bad to me. She likes me too much,” He thought to himself. “And once I’m a big pony like her, I gotta find a way to let her know just how much she means to me.”
> Training From Tartarus (Svengallop)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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?”
> Camp Confession (Rara)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Camp Friendship was a truly wonderful place for young ones to spend their summers. Located near Ponyville, it had all the best activities that colts and fillies of all species could enjoy both day and night. The camp staff were quite friendly too for the most part, taking every opportunity to make every camper feel welcome regardless of where they came from.

One such camper was Coloratura, better known by her nickname of Rara since she found Coloratura to be too stuffy. And she was quite nervous at the idea of attending camp. Yet her parents had signed her up and now here she was. She really felt like a small fish in a big pond.

Fortunately, it didn’t take very long for Rara to make a friend, a fellow earth pony with freckles who came trotting up to her during the first day of camp. Her blonde locks and green eyes matched her orange coat so splendidly, and her cutie mark of three apples stood out so prominently compared to some of the other campers’ cutie marks. “Howdy,” The filly greeted as she offered a hoof. “You new ‘round here?”

“Y-yes,” Rara confessed. “My name’s Rara.”

“Well I’m Applejack,” The filly replied as she identified herself. “I’ve been comin’ to this here camp since I was just a blank flank. You can just stick with me, Rara. I know this camp like the back of my hoof, so I know how to have a fun time.”

Rara blinked. “You… do?”

Applejack firmly nodded. “Yup. And who knows, if we’re lucky we might even be cabin mates for the summer.  Wouldn’t that be nice?”

But Rara just sheepishly shuffled and didn’t answer, in her mind she was thinking. “It would be, if not for one small problem I have.” She thought to herself. She was really worried about what would happen if her secret problem was found out. Yet she didn’t want to mention it to Applejack for fear that her fellow filly would surely tease her about it. It wasn’t something most colts and fillies Rara’s age had.

Applejack either didn’t notice Rara’s lack of an answer or didn’t care. She instead took Rara by the hoof and eagerly led her away. “Come on, let’s get to the lake! It’s almost time for kayakin’! You ain’t gonna wanna miss that, I know I wouldn’t! It’s the most fun I can ever have!”





Rara slowly came out of her shell as the day went by and forgot all about her secret problem, particularly because it only became a problem at night. She didn’t mention it to anypony, so focused was she on having a good time and actually getting to know somepony her age. She was especially surprised to learn that Applejack (who she began calling AJ for short) actually lived on a farm on the outskirts of Ponyville, and that Applejack’s grandmother’s family had been among the first ponies to settle in Ponyville.

Applejack in turn got to see just how beautiful Rara’s singing voice was when all the campers gathered around for campfire songs, marshmallow roasting and ghost story telling that night. And she was even more overjoyed when her wish came true and she and Rara got to share a cabin.

Yet when it came to actually go to bed, Rara was unusually nervous and seemed to take a long time in getting ready. Applejack even found it odd that her new friend was wearing pajamas, pajamas that her green eyes saw what looked like a bulge of some kind sticking out in the back. But in the dim light of the cabin it was impossible to tell for sure.

Late that night, however, the secret Rara went to great lengths to try to keep hidden would be exposed. And it all began when Applejack was woken up in the middle of the night by the sounds of rustling sheets and a muffled crinkling noise coming from beneath her.

“Rara,” Applejack called into the darkness as she could just make out the outline of her friend on the floor of the cabin. “What are ya doin’ out of bed?”

Rara eeped and spun around! “N-nothing, AJ! You’re just imagining things! Now please go back to bed!” But as she moved around the crinkling sounds could be heard anew. And now a faint scent of urine began to waft through the air. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was probably going on.

The farm filly jumped down from her bed and approached her new friend. “Ya wet the bed, Rara?”

Reluctantly, Rara confessed as tears began to form in her eyes. “I… didn’t mean to. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, I keep having accidents like this even when I try my hardest not to. Sometimes it’s even worse. I had to start wearing diapers so I wouldn’t stain the sheets every night.”

Fortunately for the filly, Applejack consoled her. “Now now, ain’t no reason to go gettin’ yourself into a tizzy over it, Rara. These things happen sometimes. I still sometimes have accidents at night, and I don’t even need to use a bathroom.”

“Your family doesn’t have indoor plumbing?” Rara blinked in confusion.

“Not yet, really. Just an outhouse in the orchard and some old fashioned chamber pots for night,” Applejack explained. “Reckon it’ll be a few years still before we even get a proper flush lavatory for inside since those things are so darn expensive.”

“Yeah, my family can’t really afford that either.” Rara replied.

Then Applejack declared. “Well, I know the camp has a few since the old trench system wouldn’t work with so many campers. I reckon with just a little bit of proper trainin’ for the night, you won’t be havin’ those accidents anymore. We can try tomorrow night before bed time.”





And so it was that the very next night, when most of the other campers were again gathering around the campfire for all their favorite night time activities, Applejack and Rara were in one of only two stalls that contained all the bathrooms at the camp (one for colts and one for fillies). They were minimally maintained and if not for the water flowing beneath them they would’ve been little more than glorified outhouses.

“So, how do these things work, exactly?” Rara questioned Applejack as she eyed one of the so called flush lavatories.

The farm filly shrugged her hooves. “I don’t really know, Rara. I reckon they work kind of the same way outhouses do. Ya just stand over them and do your business. Better make sure your tail doesn’t get in the way or ends up in that water, somethin’ tells me it wouldn’t be a good thing.”

“O-okay,” Rara blushed as she clumsily waddled about and tried to line herself up with the device just right, a task made difficult by the cold and slippery floor tiles beneath her hooves. She then blushed. “Applejack, could you look the other way or something? You know, so I can…”

“O-oh! Right! Right! Of course!” Applejack blushed back and sheepishly giggled as she turned her head to give her friend some privacy. “You’ll let me know when you’re done though, right?”

“Yes.” Rara agreed as she tried to relax. It was difficult at first, but eventually she was able to get her body to loosen up enough to hear a faint tinkling sound echo down into the watery pit beneath her.

When the noise had faded the farm filly began to turn back around. “Ya done, Rara?” She asked, only for one of her hooves to slip on the tiled floor and press down a white colored tile nearby.

There was a click and then a loud roar reached both fillies’ ears! Rara happened to look down in time to see a raging whirlpool appear, pulling everything down a small hole at the bottom and then return as if nothing had happened, the water sparkling clear once again.

Rara looked across to Applejack. “Is that the ‘flush’ that makes ponies call this a flush lavatory?”

Applejack shrugged her hooves again. “Maybe. At least we know how it cleans itself now and what that hole is for. Reckon it could probably pull us down by our tails if we’re not careful.”

“If it did, you’d save me right?” Rara asked Applejack.

Applejack firmly nodded. “Of course I would, Rara. That’s what friends are for,” Then she declared. “Now, if you can just do that every night before we go to bed, I reckon your bed wettin’ problems will be a thing of the past.”

“Maybe, but I think I’ll wear diapers to bed until I know for sure, just in case.” Rara insisted, terrified of the prospect of staining the sheets at Camp Friendship.
> Training in Chaos (Discord)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Discord always felt uneasy and uncomfortable whenever Fluttershy took him to see Nurse Redheart for one of his annual check-ups. It wasn’t so much that Nurse Redheart herself was bad, it was just that there were so many things about her place of work that the young one didn’t like. There were always ponies, often mothers with their foals who would give him strange looks, perhaps because they remembered his brief reign of terror before he’d become a toddler under Fluttershy’s care. And Nurse Redheart always did the check-up in a funny smelling room with instruments that were cold to the touch.

But the draconequus lacked any means by which to escape from the situation whenever it occurred. Thanks to a star that was placed on his diaper, his powers were blocked. It was a necessary measure to ensure he behaved himself and it wasn’t like it was unique to him. Unlike all his fellow villains turned toddlers, who also had stars on their diapers. Discord really found the star to be restrictive, uncomfortable and in his mind unnecessary. Not being able to tap into his natural chaos abilities made him feel like he was at the mercy of others.

Fluttershy did her best to comfort her young charge. “Nurse Redheart is a very nice pony, and she already told me you’re up to date on all your shots so you won’t need to get one today.”

“I wish I didn’t have ta be hewe!” Discord pouted. “It awways takes fowevew! Is so bowing!”

Fluttershy simply smiled and cooed. “Come now, Discord. Just wait until Nurse Redheart sees how big you’re getting. I’m sure that she’s going to be so surprised!”

Just then the familiar voice of Nurse Redheart called out. “Discord.”

Before the little draconequus could even think of running away (or at least trying to) Fluttershy scooped him up and carried him in her hooves to the room Nurse Redheart designated. The door was soon locked shut behind them to ensure privacy.

Nurse Redheart conducted her examination the way she always did: She took Discord’s temperature, checked his blood pressure, tested his reflexes and looked into his eyes and down his throat. Everything was checked off quite quickly. “No sign of infections, reflexes are as sharp as ever and your temperature and blood pressure are quite chaotic, which for a creature such as yourself I would assume is quite normal.” She told the young one.

“Gweat,” Discord remarked as he wiggled around in Fluttershy’s arms. “Can I go now? I wanna go pway with my fwiends.”

But Nurse Redheart had something important  to discuss with Fluttershy involving the draconequus. After scanning her checklist twice and ensuring she wasn’t misreading things she asked. “How old did you say he was again, Fluttershy?”

“Well, he’s probably actually thousands of years old, even older than Celestia and Luna perhaps,” Fluttershy commented. “But it seems like now he’s about two and a half years old. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Nurse Redheart cleared her throat. “If he’s at that age then it might be time to consider something extremely important in a foal’s development, and I think you know what I’m talking about.”

Fluttershy seemed to understand it, but blinked in surprise. “Oh my. You really think he’s ready to take that first step? I mean, Pinkie Pie told me she was already working on that with Nightmare Moon but I hadn’t stopped to consider it for Discord.”

The young nurse seemed to nod her head. “I’m not sure what the proper age for a draconequus is for this sort of thing, but most foals his age have at least begun potty training already. Heck, some have even graduated to pull-ups.”

Discord blinked in confusion. “Potty twaining? Was tat?”

Fluttershy explained to him. “It’s when you start learning how to use a potty instead of going in your diapers all the time. Every foal goes through it at some point, usually around the time they turn two although not always.”

Discord looked down at himself, more specifically to what was taped around his lower quarters. Although at first he’d absolutely despised the idea of wearing diapers, over the years he’d slowly gotten used to it. He’d even discovered that his diapers were not just comfy and made funny noises if he poked at them, but were also a great storage space to keep things hidden (until Fluttershy inevitably found out). “Give up diapees?” He pondered aloud. “But I wike diapees, tey so coow!”

“That’s what many young ones your age think when they start out,” Nurse Redheart told him. “But let me ask you this, Discord: Have you ever noticed that before you have to go your body starts giving off signs? Signs that make you feel all funny inside, and not the good kind of funny?”

Discord nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. Tummy awways feews funny befowe I need changie.”

“That’s because your body’s telling you that it’s time to go.” Fluttershy explained. “And when you’re in potty training, you start going in the potty like you’re supposed to instead of going in your diapers all the time. Once you do good enough you get to graduate to pull-ups, which are like diapers but they’re easier to put on and take off,” Then she declared. “Nurse Redheart’s probably right, Discord. I need to start trying to potty train you. Pinkie’s already gotten a head start with Nightmare Moon.”

“I can recommend some pull-up brands if you’d like,” Nurse Redheart suggested. “Though I’d recommend waiting until you have some consistent success before placing Discord into them.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Fluttershy replied. “I’ll just tell Princess Celestia and she’ll set everything up like she did for Pinkie Pie with Nightmare Moon,” And she looked down at Discord. “Come on, we’d better get home and get started on the training right away. I’ll need time to get everything set up for you.”

Nurse Redheart watched as Fluttershy prepared to leave and told her. “Don’t try to rush the training or push too hard for it. It’s important you tailor the training to match Discord’s personality so he doesn’t come to hate it.”

“I’ll be fine.” Fluttershy replied. “I can always ask Pinkie Pie what worked for Nightmare Moon if I have to,” Then she cooed at Discord. “Just think, you and Nightmare Moon will be the only ones among your peers wearing pull-ups. Won’t that be nice?”

Discord grinned, more delighted at the prospect of having a pull-up so that he wouldn’t have to have that special star that was always placed on his diapers. And all he had to do was endure a little bit of “potty training”. How hard could it possibly be?





When the check-up was over, Fluttershy took Discord home to her cottage. She intended to write to Princess Celestia about how she was starting Discord on potty training, and would go shopping for the necessary supplies a little later.

Discord, however, had other plans. He wanted to start the training as soon as possible. The sooner he started the sooner he could be in those pull-ups and be free to use his powers. “I wanna do potty twaining now!” He complained to Fluttershy.

“But I haven’t gotten everything set up yet,” Fluttershy protested. “I still need to make a potty chart for you so we can monitor your progress. I haven’t even bought you a training potty yet.”

“Dun cawe!” Discord pouted as he squirmed about and whined. “I wanna use da potty, now!” And then he began to plead the way he always did whenever he wanted something. He made his eyes as big as he possibly could and adopted the most innocent expression. “Pwease? Pwetty, pwetty pwease?”

Reluctantly, Fluttershy caved in. “Well, I guess if you wanna do it that badly it can’t hurt to try. You do have to go, right?” She asked her young charge, who nodded in response. “Okay then, let’s get you to the bathroom so we can start the training.”

Soon the pegasus and draconequus had made their way to Fluttershy’s bathroom. Discord was impatient and fussy as he was set upon the bathroom floor, immediately eyeing the great porcelain throne before him in all its gleaming white glory. He didn’t care how tall it looked to him, he couldn’t wait to use it and get those star free pull-ups! However, Fluttershy didn’t place Discord upon the seat and pull down his diaper like the draconequus hoped she would. She instead bent down beneath the cabinets under the sink, promptly pulling out a rusty old flower pot that had not been used for a very long time.

“This will have to do until I can buy you a proper training potty.” She told him as she placed the pot on the floor next to him before she saw how annoyed he was at her. It was like he was telling her that she had made a clear and obvious error.

“What’s wrong, Discord?” The animal loving pegasus asked.

“Tat flower pot has a big howe in it!” The draconequus answered.

Fluttershy looked inside the flower pot and let out a gasp. Discord was right! “Oh dear!” She said. “How did I miss that?”

“I no wanna use tat!” Discord protested as he gestured to the big bowl shaped object with that curved seat and gleaming silver handle. “I wanna use the big potty!”

“You mean the toilet?” Fluttershy asked as she looked towards it. Discord nodded as he made his eyes big again while making an even more innocent expression. Immediately a whole bunch of horrible scenarios flashed in Fluttershy’s mind about what would happen, especially given Discord’s chaotic behavior. But at the same time, she was currently out of flower pots. And without a proper training potty, she knew what that meant. As much as she didn’t want to, she didn’t want to make Discord even more upset than he already was.

She let out a sigh before looking at the little draconequus and smiled as an idea suddenly popped into her head. “How about a deal then?” She suggested. “I’ll let you use the toilet. But only on one condition.”

“Was tat?” Discord asked.

“If we are either in my cottage or at the house of one of your friends, you can use it, but only if there’s a grown up to supervise you.” The pegasus explained. “If we’re going anywhere else, you must do it the way I want you to. That means using the training potty. I’ll even let you pick the one you like. Is that fair enough?”

“Yay!” Discord cheered with excitement! “Nightmare Moon says tat she gets to use it too.”

“Really?” Fluttershy questioned as she proceeded to pull down his diaper and took him over to the toilet, sitting him upon the seat. “Well, I'm sure that she will be surprised when she finds out.” 

“Yeah!” Discord agreed. “If she can see me now.”

The pegasus mare chuckled and cooed, patting Discord on the head. “There’s no sense in trying to rush it, Discord. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Now just take your time and do whatever you think you have to do. Then I can clean you up.”

“And ya put me in puww-ups?” Discord hopefully asked.

“Maybe eventually,” Fluttershy answered. “Pull-ups are only for big boys and girls. And to be a big boy means you have to make it to the potty more than once. You have to really work at it, and sometimes it’s not always going to go the way you want it to. Potty training can be fun if you make it that way. That’s why I wanted to wait until you have a proper training potty and a potty chart. Not only will the chart help you keep track of your progress, but you’ll get to put all kinds of funny stickers on it when you have a successful trip. I know that helped encourage me.” Discord either didn’t notice or care about that last part.





Although dismayed and disappointed that he wouldn’t be getting those pull-ups anytime soon, Discord did still manage to successfully use the toilet. As his bladder and bowels emptied themselves completely, and a familiar smell began to permeate the bathroom, He thought to himself. “I wonder what ponies meant by ‘watering the daisies’ or ‘fertilizing the soil’?”

Despite the smell Fluttershy was more than happy to applaud Discord by clapping her hooves. “Well done, Discord! That’s how you do it! See how easy that was?” She encouraged him as she trotted over and nuzzled him. “Bet you can’t wait to do that again with a proper potty and potty chart, huh?”

“Yeah,” Discord sincerely acknowledged. “I bet I can twain fastew tan Nightmawe Moon!”

“Now Discord, this isn’t a race or a competition. And it’s not something to brag about either,” Fluttershy lectured her young charge. “It’s important to understand that potty training is a process and a responsibility. So make sure you come get me or whoever is responsible for watching you whenever you need to go, that way they can help you get set up,” Then she retrieved some wet wipes from her stash of diaper changing supplies (which would probably soon not be needed). “Now, stand up so I can wipe you clean. Hold still please.”

The little draconequus reluctantly obeyed even though the wet wipes were cold to the touch. He was glad when the wiping job was done and his diaper was pulled back up, watching as the used wipes were tossed into the trash.

“You wanna see how the toilet works, right?” Fluttershy asked her young charge and received an eager nod in reply.

Discord smile. He was really curious to see what would come next. He only knew that sometimes the toilet made a really strange (and really loud) sound, and now he was going to find out what it was and why the toilet made that sound.

The animal loving pegasus  brought Discord over to the silver handle. “You know that the toilet can make that really loud sound sometimes,” She told the draconequus. “But, do you know what it is called and how it can do that?” When Discord shook his head, she pointed a hoof at the handle. “It's called a flush and this handle right here is what makes that sound. All you need to do is push it down,” She then lifted Discord closer to it and encouraged him. “Go ahead, try to flush it!”

Slowly, but carefully, Discord reached out his talons and he pressed the handle down

The familiar roar reached Discord’s ears as the toilet started to flush! Looking down into the bowl, he saw the water was now spinning rapidly around as if it was a dizzying whirlpool. He watched as his waste was sucked down through a hole at the bottom. Soon the water swirls down the drain and disappeared, causing the toilet to make a strange gurgling sound. Then the water returned but with no sign of anything that had been in it before, it was sparkling clear once again.

Not wanting to take any chances, Fluttershy set Discord back down onto the bathroom floor as she told him. “And now you know how the toilet works. However, it is not a toy. Also I don’t want you to go anywhere near the toilet or try to use it  without a grown-up’s help. Do you understand?”

The draconequus nodded. “Uh-huh.”

The pegasus smiled. “Good. Now all we have to do is wash our hooves, or talons in your case. And then we’re all done. If we had a potty chart you’d definitely get a gold star for today. I’ll have to remember that for when we get your chart set up.”
> From Pots to Potties (Starswirl the Bearded)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Once the matter with Stygian had been resolved and peace had returned to the realm, Starswirl the Bearded returned to Canterlot where he was very pleased to be reunited with his old students: Celestia and Luna. Although he quickly declared his intent to travel and see all that had changed in his absence, the royal sisters were insistent on least having him stay the night at the castle in Canterlot with them. And the old wizard found that he couldn’t resist the offer.

After bidding farewell to his fellow pillars as they all set off to see what had become of their homes, Starswirl was treated to a truly wonderful feast from the palace chefs, including foods he’d never gotten to taste and beverages he’d never gotten to drink before. It was hard for the royal sisters not to giggle at his lack of table manners during the feast.

Of course what goes in must inevitably come out. Not long after being shown his bedchambers for the night, Starswirl became aware of a faint but fast growing gurgling sensation in his stomach. It was audible enough for both Celestia and Luna to hear it, and they soon saw their mentor clearly straining as he put a hoof to his stomach. “Is everything okay, Starswirl?” Celestia was the first to ask him even though she had a pretty good idea what the problem was.

“I hate to ask this of you two after you’ve already been so accommodating,” Starswirl said as he looked up at the royal sisters. “But I haven’t been around this castle much and I’m afraid I don’t know my way very well. Would you be so kind as to direct me to the nearest royal lavatory? I unfortunately don’t have my old chamber pot on me at the present moment, and I doubt I could borrow either of yours.”

The royal sisters immediately snickered as goofy grins formed on their faces, Luna mostly especially. “Actually, Starswirl. There’s something much better that we have in store. It’s what all ponies use these days, or at least most of them.”

Celestia was quick to instruct. “Please follow us. There’s a lavatory just down the hall from here. You’re not gonna believe what’s inside.”

The old wizard carefully followed his former students as they ushered him down the hallway. He did loosely remember a few times at the old castle of escorting them to the lavatory trenches at night, and now it seemed the roles were being reversed. But he didn’t know what could possibly have changed in the more than a thousand years he’d been gone.

Starswirl was about to be in for a rather interesting surprise.





With the glow of a horn the door knob near the finely decorated lavatory door began to turn, the door itself swung open but a few seconds later and a light flickered on to flood the room.

Once Starswirl’s eyes had adjusted to this sudden light, he saw that this lavatory was nothing like the ones he’d seen in his time. There was a massive bathtub had some kind of nozzle over it, and knobs on either side of it as well as something that hung over head (though for what reason he didn’t know). 

And more tellingly, where the trenches of old had stood now rested a gleaming white bowl made of an unknown substance. The bowl seemed to stretch up to almost Starswirl’s height before ending in a curved, horseshoe shaped seat. Resting up against it was a lid now placed against some sort of rim or tank. Off to his left there was a gleaming, silver colored ramp like object. And a quick inspection revealed that beneath the bowl rested water and some kind of hole or opening.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Princess Luna smiled. “I remember the first time I encountered such a device, it was truly out of this world. This is a toilet. More specifically the throne model.”

“Throne model?” Starswirl pondered.

Princess Celestia nodded. “That’s what some ponies like to call it. It does sort of resemble a royal throne since you have to sit on it. But unlike a normal throne this one is made of porcelain.”

Starswirl the Bearded suddenly remembered upon hearing those words. “Ah yes, I remember hearing about ponies experimenting with such material shortly before my departure to limbo. And I heard rumors that ponies were trying to come up with a replacement for the trenches based on the chamber pot concept,” He eyed this new object as he then asked the royal sisters. “They finally managed to perfect the design?”

“Yes,” Princess Celestia nodded once again. “Although it has been refined over the course of more than a thousand years, more than enough time for everypony to come around to accepting it.”

The old wizard was satisfied with the answer. “Ah, that would make more sense,” Then he was reminded of the reason for his visit to the lavatory, and it had to do with what was in front of him now. “So I’m supposed to use this to take care of my… er… business as it were?”

Luna smiled and answered. “Yes. And it’s really quite simple. You just sit down and then let nature take care of the rest. And when you’re ready to clean up, you can use this,” She gestured a hoof to a nearby rack containing some sort of papery substance. “This is called toilet paper. You use it like you used to use newspaper or other materials with chamber pots and trenches. Then you just place it in the toilet bowl.”

“And how does it empty itself afterward?” Starswirl pondered as he clumsily moved to sit down on the toilet seat, his rump positioned over the bowl to the best of his ability. “Not everypony could afford to have servants or maids to empty out the chamber pots and trenches of old. And something like this seems like it would cost a fortune.”

“Actually, many of these toilets are now quite affordable,” Celestia commented to Starswirl. “And you’ll soon see that there’s little need to have somepony come and empty out this toilet. It can do that itself. But Luna and I can explain that after you’re done. For now, we’ll wait outside so as to give you some privacy.” And she and Luna did just that.





Despite still having a few questions about how this modern device he was seated upon worked, Starswirl quickly turned his attention to more pressing concerns. He felt quite relieved once he’d taken care of his personal business, especially since his stomach no longer bothered him and was empty once again.

Using the toilet paper was a bit more challenging than it initially seemed, but the old wizard soon figured out how to do it properly with his magic. He wiped himself until he was certain his rump was spotless, and deposited the used rolls into the toilet bowl as instructed just as the royal sisters came back.

“Okay, Starswirl,” Celestia declared to her former mentor. “Now that you’re all done there’s only one thing left to do. It’s the best part too, or at least I think so because it’s so convenient. Do you see that little silver object over there?”

Starswirl eyed the ramp like object from earlier and nodded.

“That handle triggers the flush cycle, which is how the toilet empties itself after usage,” Luna explained. “It’s like magic. Watch!” She used her magic to surround the handle on the toilet and press it down.

There was a mighty roar as the wizard suddenly happened to look down, and saw the waters in the bowl were surging and spinning all around, sucking up everything in them. They spun faster and faster as the noise grew louder, and then everything retreated down the hole as the flush cycle ended. When the water returned shortly thereafter there was no trace of anything that had been in it before, it was sparkling clean once again.

Starswirl rose from the toilet and trotted to the sink to wash his hooves as Celestia asked him. “So, what do you think? The toilet is truly impressive, isn’t it? I can’t imagine my life without it now.”

“It’s definitely a lot more efficient than having to carry an old chamber pot around, or depending on servants to reliably empty out a trench,” Starswirl seemed to agree. “That flush is truly something else. To think that it can so easily suck everything you put into it down, as long as it can fit through the hole of course. And you don’t even have to stand up to use it either, at least when it’s one of those throne models. Why, pray tell, do ponies call it that? It hardly seems fair to compare your royal thrones to something that, as convenient as it is also where one’s waste ends up.”

“I guess someponies just want to feel like royalty,” Luna shrugged her hooves. “Though for some young ones the size of it and the noise it makes can be quite intimidating. I know I once felt that way during my first encounter with it. Fortunately, I had my sister to help me adjust to its presence.”

“Well, the only thing that still puzzles me is where everything ends up after the flush cycle ends,” Starswirl explained as he finished washing his hooves. “It must all go somewhere, does it not?”

“There are some pipes that are attached to the toilet. And those pipes in turn connect to other pipes, which ultimately bring everything to the sewers. Where it ends up after that I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” The sun princess commented.

“It’s the same with me. The sewers are far too unpleasant to even think of exploring or investigating,” The night princess added. “And if there’s ever a problem with this toilet, Celestia and I just call a plumber. This is actually the fifth toilet we’ve had installed here. As impressive and powerful as they are they’re not built to last forever.”

The old wizard then proposed. “Well, something as incredible as this is far too valuable to just discard when it’s no longer needed. If you should need to replace it again, I have a feeling I could make good use of the old one to test out various spells, just like when I used to use my old chamber pots for target practice.”

“Well, if our toilet needs replacing you’ll be the first to know.” Luna told Starswirl.
> Toilet Training is Magic (Minuette)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been hard for Minuette not to hear about what had unfolded during the Grand Galloping Gala despite not attending herself. That being said it definitely tickled her funny bone to think of all those stuffy nobles ending up in big, thick poofy diapers and Princess Celestia’s royal pain of a nephew being treated like the toddler he so often acted as. But she soon found that many of her friends didn’t feel the same way, so she kept those thoughts to herself.

Then there was the fact that Minuette could’ve sworn she had seen Twilight with her friends after the gala was over, roaming the streets. And although it was dark and hard to see, the unicorn dentist thought she’d spotted a night time diaper modeled after Princess Celestia around Twilight’s flanks. But before she could look again her target had disappeared into the night.

Well, the was only way to find out whether that was true or if Minuette was just been seeing things was to visit Twilight.

As luck would have it she would be traveling to Ponyville soon in order to visit with another friend of hers, Lyra Heartstrings. If anypony would know where to find Twilight it would be Lyra. with that in mind she began to prepare herself for the trip.

“If Twilight was wearing a diaper she must have a very good reason for it,” The cheerful unicorn thought to herself. “After all, Twilight was basically the first in class to be fully potty trained. She made it look so easy too.”

And indeed that was true, Minuette could well remember her own potty training and how much of a trip that had been. The memories were still fresh and vivid in her mind despite how many years had gone by.

The training had begun on the day Minuette turned three years old, just like Twilight and some of her other friends. She did loosely remember Twilight unwrapping a potty during a birthday party, but had thought little of it at the time. She much preferred the comfort of her diapers. Far less of a hassle. Alas, that was about to change.

 A colorful little plastic bowl was plopped down in front of little Minuette even though she’d already opened all of her other presents and her friends had long since gone home. “Is this what I think it is?” The little unicorn asked her parents as she looked up at them with an innocent expression, hoping she could guilt trip them into changing their mind.

“Yes indeedy, Minuette,” Her mother, Pearly confirmed. “It’s a potty. Your potty in fact. Now you can start using it and be just like Twilight, Moondancer and countless other foals your age.”

“But that’s not the only thing we bought,” Minuette’s father, Sunspot declared. "We also went ahead and got you some pull-ups for when you’re ready to be a big pony. Just think, you won’t have to wear diapers anymore and nopony will tease you for wearing them. Won’t that be nice?”

The little unicorn didn’t think so as her smile faded. “But I like my diapers. I mean, the potty does sort of look like fun. But only the really big one that you and Mom use,” She told her father. “Besides, I don’t think I’m ready yet. Can’t I just stay in diapers for another year or so? I can change myself if you’re tired of always doing it, you and Mom make it look so easy and always make those funny faces during the changes.”

Sunspot wasn’t convinced for even a second. “I know you like your diapers, Minuette. But nopony is meant to stay in them forever. You’re one of the last foals your age who still wears them. It’s time you graduated. If you don’t, your friends may stop hanging out with you for fear of being judged.”

Pearly added. “We didn’t spend all this money on your potty and on pull-ups just so you could keep on using your diapers. You used them for the last time this morning, you won’t be using them any longer. You’ll see, once you’ve used your potty you’ll find it so much better than doing your business in diapers.”

“What do you mean? I don’t work, you and Dad work.” Minuette frowned, unfamiliar with what “business” stood for.

“I’m talking about doing number one and two in your diapers,” Pearly explained. “Now come on, it’s time we started the potty training. If your father and I are being honest, we should’ve started this training much sooner.”





Against her wishes, Minuette was brought into the bathroom as her potty was put down, her diaper was removed (and unceremoniously tossed into the trash) and she was seated upon the plastic bowl. She quickly grew bored. “How long am I supposed to sit like this?” She complained.

“Until your father and I say you can get up,” Pearly told her daughter before turning to her husband. “Five minutes should be enough. Don’t you think so, Sunspot?”

Sunspot nodded. “I agree. But you probably won’t need more than a minute or too, little Minnie. You’re always loading up on sugary snacks. You had a ton of cake and ice cream during the party earlier, and you haven’t gone since before then.”

“So, what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Just sit here?” Minuette pouted. “And why can’t I use that really cool looking big potty over there?” She gestured a hoof to the toilet. “Lyra was able to use it with help from Twilight’s brother. I even heard her talking about that to Twilight and Moondancer.”

Sunspot and Pearly both shook their heads. “You’re not ready yet, Minuette. In your current state you’re much too small to safely use the toilet, even with grown-up supervision. You’re stuck to your potty for now. Toilet training will come later.”

So it was that Minuette was forced to wait for what felt like the longest ever five minutes until she was finally allowed to stand up. She was surprised to find that she felt strangely “empty” for lack of a better term, although she didn’t know why.

Her parents seemed to know though as they inspected their daughter’s potty and beamed with pride. “Very well done, Minuette. That’s how you do it! Keep this up and you’ll soon be rocking those new pull-ups like a champ!”

“I… did it?” Minuette blinked in surprise. “It didn’t feel as noticeable. I didn’t even hear anything.”

“That’s why it’s important to pay attention to the signals your body sends,” Sunspot explained as he used some of the potty’s built in wet wipes to clean his daughter’s rump. “Signals you’ll learn as this training progresses.”

Pearly, meanwhile, lifted up the training potty with her magic and floated it over to the toilet. Carefully, she poured the potty’s contents into the toilet bowl as they audibly splashed down. Then the potty was carefully set back down just as she saw her husband tossing the used wet wipes into the trash alongside the unused diaper. She then got an idea. “My little Minnie, how would you like to do the honor of flushing the toilet?” She hoped that this would give her daughter motivation and an understanding of where her waste should go.

The little unicorn jumped up and down in excitement! “Ooh, that sounds like fun! That’s probably what makes that funny sound I always hear! How do I do it, Mom?” She asked before being scooped up by her mother.

With the soft, warm glow of her magic, Pearly carefully floated her daughter over to the toilet, bringing her closer to a silver handle on the upper left side of the tank. “Just push down that handle. The toilet will take care of the rest.” The little unicorn eagerly reached out a hoof and pressed it down.

As a mighty roar reached her ears, Minuette looked down to see her waste spinning about in a dizzying whirlpool that absolutely fascinated her. Everything spun faster and faster, before suddenly it disappeared before her very eyes! And then the toilet refilled itself, the water sparkling clear but her waste gone from sight.

Minuette was absolutely amazed! “Wow!” She cheered. “That is so much fun! I guess it was worth the wait!”

“It sure is,” Pearly cooed, seeing that her daughter was quite impressed. She then whispered something to Sunspot who nodded upon hearing his wife’s suggestion. “Well since you liked it, me and your father decided that every time you have a successful trip to the potty, you get to flush it all away,” She offered. “Does that sound good to you?”

“That’s fair enough for me.” The little unicorn agreed.

“And now you just wash your hooves, and you’re all done,” Sunspot encouraged. “Come on, I’ll show you how to do it.”





From that day onward, Minuette gradually (and often reluctantly) advanced in her training. She was soon in pull-ups just like her friend Twilight, but she always secretly found herself longing for the comfort of diapers that she felt had been taken away from her before she was truly ready.

The memories came to an end as the now grown-up unicorn found herself approaching the living quarters of the pony she’d considered a friend, even if said pony had rarely acknowledged her and kind of forgotten about her. “How fitting that Twilight would live in a library of all places.” She thought to herself as she noticed a sign identifying the magnificent tree structure before her as Golden Oaks Library.

Minuette was grateful that she’d received directions to this place. Ponyville had few landmarks to make it easy to tell where you were going, a stark comparison to Canterlot where every street and street corner had a name. The unicorn dentist then slowly reached up an aqua blue hoof to knock on the door. She had no idea she should expect upon entering, assuming Twilight was in a mood to see visitors unannounced.

The door swung open suddenly as the unmistakable voice of Twilight Sparkle called out from afar. “Who is it?”

Minuette stepped inside, hoping to see her fellow unicorn face to face and put those nagging questions she’d had since that late night sighting to rest. But she didn’t see any sign of Twilight anywhere. “It’s me, Minuette,” She called back. “You remember me, Twilight? We used to be friends when you were in Canterlot? You, me, Lyra and the gang?”

A long, awkward and uncomfortable silence followed before Twilight’s voice answered. “Oh, them? I… think I remember some of you inviting me to a party one day, and I said no. How did you find me here? I didn’t tell any of you where I was going.”

“I found out from Lyra because she lives here too. Twinkleshine, Lemon Drops and I often come here to visit her, or she comes to Canterlot to visit us,” Minuette explained. “I just… wanted to see how you were doing because it’d been so long since I got to see you.”

“Well, I’m very grateful you stopped by, Minuette,” Twilight’s voice answered again. “But I’m fine. You can go now. And uh… tell the others back in Canterlot I said hello.”

However, the unicorn dentist wasn’t satisfied with the answers she was getting. It was especially odd to her that her old friend couldn’t be bothered to show her face, even just for a few seconds. Something had to be up and it wasn’t just Twilight having her nose stuck in a book again. So, not one to take no for an answer, the unicorn with a mane and tail that looked like toothpaste decided to trot to Twilight’s location.

As Minuette drew close she could swear she heard a faint crinkling sound that was oddly familiar to her, even though it had been years since she’d heard it. “Can it really be?” She thought to herself as her heart began to flutter. Her curiosity getting the better of her, the energetic unicorn trotted closer. And upon rounding a corner she found herself in Twilight’s bedroom on the upper floor of the library. 

Twilight was resting on her bed with her old Smarty Pants doll by her side and a Daring Do book in her hooves. Most noticeable of all, however, around the mare’s rump was taped a diaper exactly the same as the one Minuette thought she’d seen after the gala. It was thick, poofy and for some reason had Celestia’s cutie mark printed all over it. As the book loving pony shuffled about in blissful unawareness, her diaper shifted and crinkled audibly.

Minuette let out a gasp, only realizing after the fact that that probably wasn’t a smart idea!





The gasp drew Twilight’s attention as she dropped the book and looked up! Upon seeing Minuette standing before her, she eeped, blushed and hastily threw the covers of her bed over herself to try to cover up what she was wearing! “Minuette!” She exclaimed as her cheeks flushed harder than ever.

The unicorn dentist just stood there with a rather goofy but innocent smile on her face that reminded Twilight of Pinkie Pie.

Now that Twilight thought about it more, Minuette and Pinkie Pie were a lot like from what she could remember of Minuette. In a way it was almost like the two were cousins or something. But there were more pressing matters that had to be addressed.

“Twilight, what are you doing in diapers?” Minuette asked as her smile faded ever so slightly. “Don’t you know you’re too old to still be wearing them?” Have you been wetting the bed?”

“Well, I... was... until... recently,” Twilight admitted before realizing that she’d just destroyed her best cover story. She hastily tried to recover. “Er… but… I’m only wearing them... because… because… this... is… this… is... purely for research!”

The unicorn dentist wasn’t fooled for even a second. “Twilight, you’re a terrible liar and we know it. You couldn’t keep a secret if you tried. Your little ‘secret club of big ponies’ between you, Moondancer and Lyra was anything but secret,” She grinned and smiled anew. “It’s totally okay if you like wearing diapers. I won’t laugh or make fun of you. It’s not hurting anypony.”

Reluctantly, Twilight confessed as she removed the covers and exposed her diaper once again to Minuette as she had long since let go of her hold on her Daring Do book (which had landed on the bed sheets a ways away). “You promise not to tell anypony else, right? I don’t need them thinking I’m weird.”

“Hey, everypony says I’m weird but I don’t care!” Minuette chirped. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“In that case, I guess I might as well confess,” Twilight sighed. “I wasn’t lying about wetting the bed until recently. It was a side effect of defeating Nightmare Moon, some of her dark magic destroyed my ability to hold it in at night.”

Minuette gasped! “Oh my gosh! Nightmare Moon was real? I thought that was just an old pony’s tale made up to scare foals.”

The book loving unicorn shook her head. “She was real alright. But my friends and I defeated her, and turned her back into the good Princess Luna,” She then explained. “But after the defeat I started having bedwetting problems. I was too embarrassed to tell anypony about it, so I reluctantly bought diapers to keep from staining the sheets every night. Princess Celestia found out though, and while Princess Luna worked on restoring my night time bladder control I more or less let Princess Celestia baby me. It was only once the bedwetting stopped that I had to end the treatment.”

“But you grew to like diapers in the meantime, even if you didn’t want to use them anymore,” Minuette concluded. “I felt the same way while growing up, but I never said anything because I knew ponies would just laugh at me for it. I always wanted to get back into wearing diapers, but I was afraid nopony would understand and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret if I tried to,” She smiled. “I feel so much better knowing that I’m not the only one who feels that way anymore. And I can’t believe you let the princess baby you.”

Twilight’s blush slowly subsided. “It was interesting to say the least, definitely not an experience I’ll ever forget. But I still kind of want Princess Celestia baby me, just a little. I don’t think there’s any harm to it as long as I can retain my independence.”

“Like how you basically ran your own potty training?” The dentist unicorn commented. “You made it no secret growing up that that was the key for you. You even leaped ahead of Moondancer even though she got a head start on her training.”

The book loving mare sighed and nodded. “Yeah, kind of like that. Except this time I’m sort of letting other ponies run things if you understand. It’s kind of like being in a play. I can’t really explain it.”

It was then that Minuette got an idea as she looked at her fellow unicorn. “It sounds like a lot of fun, actually! I wanna try it! I could be like your big sister or something!”

“Well…” Twilight put a hoof to her chin in contemplation. “You sure you wanna do that? Since the Grand Galloping Gala ended and my bed wetting stopped I haven’t done this with anypony besides Princess Celestia.”

Minuette wasn’t deterred. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be. I took the entire weekend off so I could come to Ponyville to see Lyra. I’ll still do that during the day, but at night I can come over and we can be diaper buddies again!”

“If you’re sure that’s what you really want,” Twilight replied. “Just remember that you can’t tell anypony about this, not even Lyra. If you have to, make up a cover story so she doesn’t suspect anything.”

The mare with a mane that looked like toothpaste just flashed a toothy smile. “My lips are sealed,” And then she bounced away. “I guess I’ll see you tonight, Twilight! Or maybe I should start calling you Twily! Ooh, that’s a good idea! I’ll call you Twily and you can call me Minnie!”

Twilight, for her part, just watched her fellow unicorn and old friend bounce away, wondering to herself. “What did I just agree to? I hope this doesn’t break open that hole I plugged up.” She thought to herself even though a part of her was rather looking forward to what tonight would hold.





Minuette arrived back at the library hours later as the last rays of Celestia’s sun disappeared and gave way to Luna’s moon. She was giddy with excitement, barely able to contain herself as she energetically knocked on the door.

This time, instead of Twilight’s voice from afar the door was opened to the bright, warm and motherly smile of Princess Celestia. A smile that Minuette had rarely seen from the alicorn. “Oh, hello. You’re Minuette, or ‘Little Minnie’ as it were,” The princess greeted. “Glad you could make it. It really warms my heart to see Twilight not only making new friends but also reuniting with one of her old ones.”

Minuette smiled back. “I’d do anything for a friend like Twilight. Besides, she got to be the bigger pony when we were growing up, so I think it’s only fair the roles were reversed. I even bought my own diapers just for the occasion.” And she showed the princess what had been a carefully concealed package of Silly Filly special nighttime diapers intended for big foals.

Celestia replied by patting Minuette on the head like a mother would do with her child. “Aw, that’s so sweet that you came prepared. But you could’ve just asked, Twily would’ve gladly let you borrow some of her diapers. She’s not gonna be exhausting her stash anytime soon now that she’s in potty training again.”

“Oh, does she need some help?” Minuette offered with a giggle and a grin.

“Well, let’s get you padded up first, and then we can see what little Twily thinks,” Celestia offered as she led Minuette upstairs, soon setting her down on a changing mat that had been prepared for just such an occasion. “Lay down and hold still, please.”

The mare with a mane and tail resembling toothpaste obliged, soon being strapped up not into one of the special nighttime diapers she’d bought for herself but one of the big, poofy diapers that she’d seen Twilight wearing. “Did you make these yourself, Princess Celestia?” She asked as the diapering job was being carried out.

The sun princess nodded her head. “Yes. I simply provided the details discreetly to a local diaper making shop and they took care of the rest. Once my sister found out she demanded that the shop make custom diapers in her image as well, but don’t tell her that I told you that.”

Minuette only giggled at the image as she felt the diaper’s tabs be fastened around her, now giving her rump a nice cushiony and poofy pillow. She sat up slowly, adjusting to the weight of the thick padding. “You know what? I can still remember you being really popular with foal stores when I was growing up. They made all sorts of things in your image, even putting your face on pull-ups to encourage little ones.”

Just then, an already padded up Twilight happened to come trotting by. And when she saw Minuette she immediately reached out to hug her fellow unicorn. “You’re actually going through with this! Oh, you don’t know how much this means to me! I thought you were just saying you’d do it to be nice as a way of keeping quiet about my secret.”

“I never break a promise to a friend!” Minuette firmly replied. “I meant what I said. This night is gonna be so much fun, especially since I get to be the big sister!”

Princess Celestia chuckled. “Then I take it you’re ready to do what a big sister does for a little sister and help teach Twily about the grown-up potty?” She cooed with her motherly voice.

Minuette nodded her head. “You bet! Come on, Twily! I’ll show you how much fun the big potty can be!” And she led Twilight by the hoof to the library’s bathroom with the princess following right behind them.





Upon entering, Minuette was surprised to see a training potty with Celestia’s face sitting in a corner of the room. “Wow! They really thought of everything, didn’t they? I thought the toilet was made to look like Princess Celestia’s throne!”

The princess of the sun let out a small chuckle as Twilight explained. “Yeah… well I don’t really need it any longer. It’s more for emergencies since I’m slowly working my way back to full control at night.”

The cheerful unicorn only smiled as she trotted towards the toilet with a waddle. “Then I guess it’s a good thing you have me to teach you how to go potty like a big filly,” She carefully pulled down her diaper and worked her way onto the toilet seat, adjusting herself so she sat down on it properly. “Okay, now you just go like you would in the training potty,” She explained before blushing. “Uh, do you and the princess mind looking away?”

Giggling, both Twilight and Princess Celestia obliged. As soon as they did, they heard a faint tinkling sound and even a few splashes as Minuette blushed anew. “Sorry, I had a big dinner with Lyra. But I guess it’s better I did it in the big potty instead of my diaper,” Once she was done she hopped down and explained. “Now once you’re all done, you just wipe yourself with toilet paper.” She demonstrated the next step with the greatest of ease before tossing the used rolls into the toilet.

After pulling her diaper back up, she placed a hoof on the silver handle on the upper left side of the tank. “And then you pull the handle and flush.” She declared before pushing it down.

The toilet roared loudly and the water spun rapidly around for a few seconds. Then it swirled down the hole and disappeared, taking along everything that was floating in it.

“See? It’s that easy.” Minuette said as the toilet began to refill itself.

“Well done, Minnie!” Princess Celestia smiled before helping the cheerful unicorn wash her hooves. By the time they were done drying their hooves off, the toilet had finished refilling and was ready to be used again.

The princess took the liberty of placing Twilight on the toilet seat. “Alright, Twily. Now it’s your turn. Just do whatever you have to do, Minnie and I won’t look.”

Twilight did so, and soon the sound of tinkling and splashing water was heard once again. “I did it! I went boom boom in the big potty like Minnie did.” She cheered in what sounded like a practiced childish tone.

“Yes you did, my little pony,” Celestia replied in her motherly voice. “Just make sure to wipe.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Twilight declared as she hopped down from the toilet seat and did as she was told before tossing the used rolls of toilet paper into the bowl.

Now, you need to flush the toilet.” The princess instructed.

The book loving mare nodded and used both her front hooves to press the silver handle down.

The toilet roared loudly once again and the water spun rapidly around for a few seconds. Twilight watched as her waste was sucked down the drain and disappeared. The water followed shortly afterwards before returning quickly being crystal clear.

After Twilight was done washing her hooves, both she and Minuette were led out of the bathroom.

“I wish my actual potty training was as fun as this.” The unicorn dentist thought to herself, again lamenting what she still felt was the sudden nature of her own training long ago.
> Pattern for Pottying (Sassy Saddles)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It is natural that certain things will influence one in life. Sassy Saddles’ love for patterns was no exception. Although it was mostly confined to the world of fashion, her original exposure to the idea came long before she ever even gave thought to a career in the fashion industry. Much as she might be embarrassed to admit it in either public or private, Sassy’s exposure to and subsequent love of patterns all stemmed back to her early childhood.

Having been born into a fine, uppercrust family, Sassy was raised with high expectations. Nothing was ever meant to slow her down or get in her way. She was to excel at everything she applied herself to, no matter what it was or how much she actually wanted to do it. The foal was to be a role model for her peers, someone they would all look up to and envy for being so skilled and so ahead of them on things.

Potty training was no exception. And as luck would have it, Sassy’s training came at just the right time for not only her family but countless families all across Equestria.

Talented ponies had finally put the finishing touches on an entirely new, revolutionary type of toilet. Prior to now, the standard model was little more than a trench with water connected to a set of pipes, complete with a pedal to make them flush. While they were made for standing, this new toilet was intended for sitting. It had a bowl shape to it, came with a seat and even had the flush built into it via the use of a handle.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Saddle wasted no time in being among the first ponies in the Canterlot nobility to place an order for this new toilet (which loosely resembled the royal throne of Princess Celestia). And they saw to it that it was installed in their bathroom as soon as possible, complete with somepony to demonstrate how it worked.

All Sassy knew during this time was that her parents kept talking about something big and important, and that lots of strange ponies kept coming and going, producing strange, loud noises as a result. And then one day they stopped coming and the noises went away at around the same time. She went to sleep that night, unaware of how much her little world would change.

When the training began the next morning, Mrs. Saddle soon rolled out something for her daughter to help motivate Sassy to master her training as quickly as possible. It looked like some kind of sketch, but it unfolded to reveal multiple sketches that depicted her and objects she wasn’t familiar with in the slightest.

“This is the pattern you are to follow in your potty training,” Mrs. Saddle instructed her daughter. “Each step shall be carried out to perfection so that you shall soon be displaying your new pull-ups and you the envy of every foal in the neighborhood.”

“Pattern? Pull-ups?” Sassy blinked. The words were confusing and kind of scary to her. She had heard about potty training from a few of her peers before but had thought little of it until now. Getting out of diapers wasn’t something she really minded, but at the same time she kind of liked the way they felt and was unsure of giving them up before she felt ready. Yet she knew there was little arguing with her mother (or her father) on such matters.

Mrs. Saddle quickly explained her entire “plan” to her daughter. “This pattern is a road map. A carefully constructed plan that your father and I have been working on for weeks now. You’ll notice that the pattern is divided into panels, each panel displays a step. In order to complete the pattern fully, you must complete each step in order. When you do so you can continue on to the next step, and we shall repeat the process step by step until you’ve completed them all,” Then she used her magic to carefully scoop up her little filly. “Now then, let us commence with the vital first step: Ditching the diapers. This one is the easiest as you’ll soon see.”





Sassy was carried by her mother to the bathroom, set down on the floor as she then felt the diaper she was wearing be unceremoniously undone, pulled out from under her flanks that it had been hugging so tightly and tossed into a wastebasket.

“And there, step one is complete,” Mrs. Saddle smiled as she used her magic to bring up the pattern she’d made and place a pin next to the first panel. “You’ve successfully ditched your diapers. From now on you’re no longer to wear them at all. You shall wear the pull-ups your father and I bought for you, pull-ups you shall proudly wear on every occasion. After all, that is step two of the panel: Put on the pull-ups.”

One of these “pull-ups” was soon brought over to Sassy, who curiously reached out a hoof to touch it. The object looked sort of similar to a diaper but appeared to have little symbols printed on it, and when she touched it with her hoof she found that it didn’t compress or crinkle the way her diapers always did.

Without bothering to wait and see what her daughter thought of the new undergarment, Mrs. Saddle put it on over her daughter’s rump as Sassy reluctantly cooperated. The pull-up didn’t quite hug the rear as tightly as a diaper did, which as Sassy discovered led to a little bit greater flexibility in movement. Now she wouldn’t have to worry about trotting around about with that waddle her diapers always forced her into.

“Now, surely you’ve noticed that a pull-up isn’t the same as a diaper,” Mrs. Saddle went on explaining. “It can’t hold as much. And therefore it is not meant to be used under any circumstances, especially not in public. A few accidents are perhaps to be expected, but you are to work hard to ensure they don’t happen. Should you feel the need to go, you’re to come get either me or your father, or a designated sitter or adult if we’re not around. Either they or I shall escort you to the bathroom and help you pull down your pull-up so you can do your business. Afterwards we shall gladly take the liberty of helping you clean up.” And as she spoke, a pin was placed into the second panel to indicate its completion.

The third panel was up next, but Sassy thought she already knew what it called for just by looking at her surroundings. There stood a tall, white bowl with a round shaped seat and a lid of some kind. There was also a top to it and a handle that was a gleaming silver in color. She could vaguely recall a loud and smelly elevated trench with a colored tile that had previously been in this unfamiliar object’s spot. Clearly, she was meant to use it somehow, although how she didn’t quite know yet.

Well that was about to change! Sassy trotted towards this mighty bowl like object and tried to jump up to get onto the lid. She would have to get the lid up somehow if she was to do what was clearly expected of her. Why hadn’t her mother planned ahead and put it up for her?

Mrs. Saddle soon spotted her daughter trying in vain to grasp the edge of the lid to pull herself up. She just sighed as she trotted over and shook her head. “You’re skipping ahead several steps, Sassy. Training with the toilet doesn’t come until you’ve demonstrated your success with something more appropriate for a foal your age.” Another glow from her horn brought out a small, plastic bowl colored a bright pastel pink that was plopped down and placed before the pair of ponies.

“Step three: Practice with the potty.” She explained. “This training potty is where you shall start your training. Step four calls for you to perfect potty usage. Your potty chart must be full of stars, and your pull-ups must always be in pristine condition.”

Sassy eyed the training potty with confusion. It didn’t look like much, but it did make her wonder how exactly was a plastic bowl like this supposed to help her do anything?

Well, Mrs. Saddle didn’t bother to explain any further. She just pulled down the pull-up she’d just fitted onto her daughter, and then placed her daughter on the training potty. “Step three is complete. You have assumed the proper position to use when on your potty. Now I shall take the liberty of setting up your potty chart for step four. Only when you can go a month without accidents will you be ready to carry out step five: Transitioning to the toilet. And from there you will go to step six, which is the toilet training I mentioned earlier. Step seven shall be much the same as step four in that you complete your chart anew, and go for even longer without accidents. Finally, step eight calls for you to show off your success. When you can do all of that the pattern will be complete, and you’ll be a big pony worthy of praise.”

“Wanna be big pony for Mama!” Sassy declared as she raised her hooves. Nothing delighted her than making her mother proud, no matter what the circumstance might be.

Mrs. Saddle smiled. “I know you will be, Sassy, my dear,” She said. “With this plan I’ve prepared, there is no way you’ll ever struggle for long. And you shall be the first foal in the entire history of the Saddle family to successfully master this new style of training. You’ll be making history!”





However, not every plan goes exactly as it’s supposed to. A fact that Mr. and Mrs. Saddle would soon discover the hard way when it came to their daughter’s potty and subsequent toilet training.

The potty training wasn’t a problem. Sassy quickly learned how to identify when she had to go and was driven by her desire to be a big pony like her parents wanted her to be, so accidents were virtually unheard of except occasionally at night. Even Mr. and Mrs. Saddle were surprised by this, they had been expecting some inevitable speed bumps, but their daughter was progressing even faster than they had imagined. 
Step four of the pattern was completed on time. This meant that the plan was just over halfway done. Step five was being carried out when the trouble began.

The toilet was much bigger than the training potty. Knowing how slippery the seat was, Mrs. Saddle purchased a step stool so her daughter would be able to climb up onto it.

Sitting on the toilet seat the right way was a hassle for Sassy even when she tried her hardest. Her first attempt actually went pretty smoothly, once again exceeding her parents’ expectations as she did her business in the new toilet with ease. “All done, Mommy!” Sassy proudly declared. She didn’t stand up like she was used to doing with the training potty though.

Mrs. Saddle was most impressed as she wiped her daughter clean with toilet paper. “Splendid job, Sassy!” She smiled as she deposited the used rolls into the toilet bowl. “And now we flush, just like this!” She demonstrated this by lighting up her horn and pressing down the silver handle with her magic.

Sassy became aware of a loud noise, and looked down since she was sure that it was coming from within the toilet. She saw everything spinning around with the swirling water which became a dizzying whirlpool. And before she knew it, both her waste and the toilet paper was sucked down the drain and disappeared with the water following afterward. Then she saw the water in the toilet bowl refill itself as if nothing had happened. The foal quickly put two and two together and deduced that this was the work of that “flush” from earlier. It was almost like a magic trick.

That “magic trick” was the motivation Sassy needed to make it to the bathroom to use the toilet. But she unfortunately discovered that getting onto it took longer than when she was just getting onto her training potty. So many times she was so sure she could make it, but by the time she was up on the toilet seat it was too late. As a result, a stormy cloud sticker would be placed on her potty chart.

Months passed with the same results playing out. It seemed like Sassy just wasn’t able to adjust to the toilet like her parents hoped. But they refused to rip up their pattern as a result of this development, they just felt they needed to press harder. Their daughter was making it, she just needed a little extra nudge to make it on time.

Sassy soon grew to hate the mandatory potty breaks her parents imposed upon her. She knew when she had to go, it wasn’t her fault she just couldn’t get onto the toilet in time. Heck, one time her parents had been in such a rush to get her to go that they forgot to warn her about how slippery the toilet seat was. A rather frightened Sassy had to clung desperately to the sides of the seat to keep from slipping off, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to fit down the drain even if she wanted to.

Still, all the enforcement was enough to yield the results the parents wanted for their daughter. Sassy soon found gold stars and smiley faces overtaking the stormy clouds on her potty chart. The days without accidents began to increase, though they never quite reached the intended level her parents wanted and accidents still seemed to happen more than they should’ve (which was never at all). However, the parents were willing to declare this a success. As long as it would be good enough to ensure a successful demonstration among Sassy’s peers, her parents didn’t mind.

And demonstrate Sassy did. She soon found herself becoming not just a role model but a teacher. So many other nobles and uppercrusts were recruiting her to show their own foals how potty and toilet training worked, and her parents became the talk of the town like they’d always wanted to as a result.

Yet looking back on it years later, Sassy largely remembered the patterns that had so dictated her life. The same patterns she had once hated as a foal she’d now come to embrace so lovingly. It was funny how life could work sometimes.
> Changing and Training (Thorax)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thorax could hardly believe it when he was given an unusual request from the royal sisters shortly after he’d helped oust the changeling hive’s former ruler in Queen Chrysalis.

In fact, it was Chrysalis herself who was part of the unusual request. She’d tried to run away and had met with some initial luck, luck that had lasted only until she’d exposed herself and was captured soon afterward.

Locked away in a prison cell in the dungeons of Canterlot, Chrysalis was soon visited by Princess Celestia and Princess Luna who had requested a private audience with the captive former queen.

“Do you know why you’re here, Chrysalis?” Princess Celestia inquired of her prisoner in a tone of voice that sounded more like a mother scolding her child for misbehaving, instead of a leader furious at having twice now been kidnapped by a hostile power.

The deposed and humiliated former queen could only roar and coldly hiss in reply. “If you’re expecting me to apologize for anything I did to you or your ‘subjects’ then don’t hold your breath! I did what was best for me! And it’s thanks to pesky ponies like you that I’ve lost control of my own hive!”

Princess Luna could only shake her head in dismay and disapproval. “Such a bad attitude. No wonder your subjects grew to hate you.”

“And what good is it to be loved when you are incapable of ever truly being loved back?” Chrysalis protested and spat on the ground. “Love is for fools, it makes you weak and leaves you vulnerable. And as soon as I break out of here, I’ll make sure Thorax and all the changelings who now support him learn that lesson the hard way!”

However, the two alicorns only exchanged what seemed like goofy grins before Celestia spoke up. “You don’t really think you can just walk out of here, do you? You’re our prisoner now.”

Luna added. “That means we can punish you however we see fit.”

Chrysalis was not threatened for even a second despite being alone with the two alicorns who she knew could take her in a one on one fight. “Whatever. You’re far too soft to do anything to me and we both know it. You let me get away with invading Canterlot. What could you possibly do to me now?”

The grin on Princess Celestia’s face only seemed to grow wider once the prisoner had finished talking. “You really shouldn’t ask questions you’re not prepared to have answered, Chrysalis. Because Luna and I can not only punish you, but punish you in ways both unusual and humiliating as you will soon see,” She turned to her sister. “Luna, did you…”

Princess Luna nodded and cut her sister off. “-I did, sister,” And she seemed to be struggling not to smirk. “This is a truly devious form of punishment you’ve devised. But for a creature like Chrysalis I think it should suit her pretty well.” She then floated over something that the changeling queen was vaguely familiar with, even though she never had a need for such a thing herself.

“A diaper? Really?” Chrysalis frowned in an unamused tone even as the padded undergarment was magically floated over to her and fixed around her rump. “You think something like this will stop me? I can easily make it part of my disguise.”

“The diaper is only part of the punishment, Chrysalis,” Princess Celestia explained as she began to light up her horn. “”Something far worse awaits you.”

A beam of magic suddenly made contact with the imprisoned queen’s body, but she felt nothing. “See? I told you you can’t do anything to me, princesses.”

But Princess Luna protested as she started to giggle. “Oh, but we have. You may not feel any different now, but there’s a reason we gave you that diaper, Chrysalis. You’re going to need it. We’ve made it so that you no longer have any knowledge of how to go to the bathroom.”

The former queen scoffed. “Big deal, I hardly care for those foul smelling contraptions you call toilets. I only bothered to learn how to use them so as not to attract suspicion while undercover.”

“I don’t think you understand, Chrysalis,” Celestia pointed out. “You straight up won’t have the ability to go to the bathroom anywhere. You no longer have the control. You’ll have to learn it all over again.”

“You’re lying! There’s no possible way your magic could do that!” Chrysalis protested with a roar.

Luna’s goofy grin only grew wider. “Then why not prove it?” She gestured over to a small, poorly maintained toilet resting in a corner of the cell. “There’s a toilet right over there. Show us you still know how to use it, if you can.”

The imprisoned changeling waddled over, delighted at the prospect of showing off! “Ha, you just wait and see! The ease of this task is laughable!” Yet as she reached the toilet she found herself inexplicably staring at it in uncertainty. It was right there, taunting her and daring her to use it. But somehow her body wouldn’t cooperate with her mind, she remained frozen there as if terrified of this porcelain contraption. A raging blush formed on her cheeks as her diaper suddenly began to swell up and smell.

Even while plugging their noses, the princesses were mentally high hoofing themselves over the success of their plan. “I guess now you’re going to be the queen of changings.” Celestia joked to the padded changeling.

“It was an accident! I could’ve easily used that stupid thing if I wanted to!” Chrysalis growled and hissed. “And now you’re going to have to change me!”

Luna declared. “It’s worth it if it gets you to behave. Besides, this isn’t the extent of your punishment. At least, not if you ever want to get some semblance of your dignity back.”





That was where Thorax came into the picture. He couldn’t help but blush when he approached Chrysalis later, revealing that he was in diapers too. “I’ve really only just started getting the hang of pony toilets myself,” He told Chrysalis. “But apparently, the princesses want me to teach you how to use them again.”

“I require no help from you!” Chrysalis coldly snapped! She was still bitter with Thorax, blaming him for having sided with the ponies (especially that meddlesome Starlight Glimmer). “I don’t care if you’re the ruler of the hive now, it’s not the hive I recognize! And I’m pretty sure that once I figure out what these princesses did to me, I can undo it.”

“And how long do you think that will take?” Thorax inquired of the former queen. “Don’t you think it’s better to just play along? We’re basically going through this together, what the ponies call ‘potty training’. Except this time I’m kind of teaching you instead of you always teaching me things. Isn’t it funny how that works?”

The former queen was hardly amused. “You can train by yourself all you want, Thorax! I’ll figure a way out of my predicament all by myself, like I always have. So kindly tell that to the princesses and get out of my sight!”

Thorax refused to accept the offer. “You really gotta stop being so mean and nasty all the time. That’s not how we do things anymore,” He sighed while entering the cell and taking Chrysalis by the hoof. “You’re basically becoming what someponies call a poopy head, in more ways than one it would seem.”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes, realizing she had little power or leverage over her fellow changeling (especially considering those sickeningly sweet bright colors he now sported). She just muttered a stream of curses under her breath that Thorax paid no attention to.

“If I can change and become a better changeling, there’s no reason why she can’t do the same if she really tries,” The reformed changeling thought to himself while continuing to hold onto Chrysalis’ hoof and lead her along. “After all, she’s gonna have to change her ways if she ever wants to be free of diapers.”

The two changelings didn’t speak a word though, as they came to a bathroom within the castle above the Canterlot dungeons. It was far more lavish, luxurious and well-kept compared to the poor excuse for one that had existed in Chrysalis’ cell. There was a finely polished toilet that glistened and sparkled, and there was also something much smaller that rested nearby. It was a brightly colored (almost to a childish degree, you might say) bowl made of plastic, the top part of which could be removed to serve as a seat.

“Ah, good. They gave us both a potty!” Thorax smiled. “Although in your case it seems they just gave you a training one,” Then he reassured Chrysalis. “There’s really not that much of a difference between them from what I can tell. One just requires an extra step after you’re done using it.”

Chrysalis scoffed. “Why do you get the proper toilet and I a mere knock-off? The queen deserves a proper throne!”

“You’re not the queen anymore, how hard is that for you to understand?” Thorax pointed out to Chrysalis as he brought her close to the training potty. “It’s simple, you start out small and work your way up to the real thing. I had to use one just like this when I was first learning how pony toilets worked,” He proceeded to pull down his diaper before helping her with her own. “Now, just sit down and get comfortable. You gotta be willing to sit for long periods of time sometimes.”

But Chrysalis wouldn’t budge, so Thorax basically had to force her rump onto the training potty that was almost too small for her. Only once Chrysalis was in the proper place did Thorax move over to the toilet and sit down.





It didn’t seem that long to Thorax, but for Chrysalis it felt like forever before she was finally allowed to get up from the potty without being forced back down onto it.

“Okay, let’s see how you do,” Thorax cooed as he got off the toilet and came over to the training potty to inspect it. When he looked inside he seemed to develop a bright and sincere smile on his face. “Great job, Chrysalis! See, now was that worth making so much of a fuss about it? See what happens when you stop fighting all the time and cooperate.”

The former queen only blushed while growling. “Whatever, Thorax. This doesn’t change a thing. I’m only dependent on you because of what those stupid princesses did to me. As soon as I regain the knowledge they took away from me, I’m out of here and there’s nothing you or the princesses can do to stop me!”

Thorax wasn’t deterred by that statement. “We’ll see. After all, you’ve gotta do this a lot more often before you can graduate to the toilet. I still don’t always make it in time, though I’m getting better,” He then coughed into a hoof. “Anyway, since we’re both done and we both went, we have to wipe up,” Strolling over to the toilet paper roll, he pulled some off it and gave a few pieces to Chrysalis. “Use this to wipe. You can just put it in the toilet when you’re done, especially since that’s where we’re gonna empty your training potty.”

So Chrysalis reluctantly wiped herself up using her magic, while watching as Thorax not only did the same but also emptied her training potty into the toilet before dumping the toilet paper he’d used into the bowl.

Once Chrysalis had finished wiping herself and had deposited the toilet paper into the toilet bowl, she was prepared to leave before Thorax stopped her. “We’ve still gotta flush and wash our hooves. Plus, we have to keep wearing the diapers until we can prove we can make it on time every time we have to go,” He reached out a hoof to the silver handle. “This is how we flush.” He forced it down.

There came a roar as the waters in the toilet swirled and surged, then retreated down a hole at the bottom of the bowl as they took everything with them. Only once the cycle was complete did the waters return, now sparkling clean.

Thorax promptly pulled his diaper back up with his magic, and used it to help Chrysalis with her own. Then he led her over to a small sink. “Gotta make sure you scrub those hooves. Ponies are very strict about that sort of thing for some reason.”

“How many times do I have to do all of this?” Chrysalis questioned.

Thorax shrugged his hooves. “I don’t know. I’ve only been in this potty training program for a couple of weeks now, and only just graduated to toilet usage. Probably won’t be for at least another month or two before I’ll be moved into the pull-ups phase, whatever that is.”

A look of horror flashed across Chrysalis’ face as she realized! “I could be stuck in this embarrassing situation for almost a year! Just my luck! This is a punishment worse than being stuck in Tartarus!”
> Little Dragon, Big Bowl (Ember)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Princess and Dragon Lord (it felt weird to have both titles) Ember slowly fluttered her eyes open. She had blacked out and had only fuzzy memories of recent events. She remembered going to Canterlot for her first visit as dragon lord, intending to meet with the leaders of Equestria: Princesses Celestia and Luna. And she vaguely recalled how they’d seemed to tower over her. But the rest was a blur that she wasn’t sure about. It had felt real, but had it actually been real?

The young dragon sat up slowly, finding herself in a guest bed somewhere as she heard a faint crinkling sound coming from underneath the sheets. She could remember being diapered, and that was the last thing she clearly remembered. The rest felt like an out of body experience or a bad dream, as if she had no control over herself or others.

Just then, light crept into the room as a door swung open. A familiar face soon greeted Ember, the dragon to whom she owed her ascension to the throne, Spike. That meant she was probably in “Ponyville” where Spike had mentioned he had grown up in the care of a pony.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re finally awake. You’ve been sleeping for hours now. Twilight was worried you might never wake up,” Spike sighed with relief. “From the sound of things, your meeting with the princesses was definitely an unforgettable one.”

Ember yawned. “You mean it wasn’t a dream? They actually did all those crazy things to me, including treating me like some doll?” She snorted as small flames escaped her nostrils. “Here I try to be nice to you ponies, and in return they decide to take advantage of my kindness! I’ve half a mind to launch an invasion of Equestria for such acts of indecency!”

Spike moved to calm his new dragon friend down. “Whoa, Ember! Take it easy! The princesses got carried away, that’s all. No one actually remembers you being treated that way except them, they were able to alter everypony’s memories to make them think it was just a dream,” Then he commented. “Trust me, Twilight’s not happy about it and neither I am. Knowing Twilight she’s probably already written a very harsh letter to the both of them about their behavior. I guess they just got so used to dragons like Torch that they weren’t used to being taller than their guest.”

Ember groaned as she stood up and looked down at the diaper taped around her. “How did I end up here? And why am I still wearing this stupid thing? I’m not a baby! Heck, we dragons never have a need for things like this, they’d burn up for sure.”

“Well, after your ‘meeting’ with the princesses ended and they changed you, you were so embarrassed that you threw a fit,” Spike explained. “They had to calm you down and give you at least ten bottles of milk before you’d fall asleep. That’s when Twilight found out what they did.”

The young dragon sighed but smiled. “Ah, I see. You had her ask for me to be sent here so I could recover in peace. And the diaper was so I wouldn’t mess up the sheets.”

“Something like that,” Spike replied as he took hold of Ember by the claw. “Now come on, Twilight will want to see you. She’s got so many questions she wants to ask of you!”

Ember blushed. “Well before you do that, could we maybe go outside for a bit or something? I have to… well, you know.”

Spike quickly to pick up on the hint. “Oh, I see. I guess all that milk had to come out sooner or later,” He blushed back. “And I’m not changing diapers. It’s a good thing we have something much better. If we hurry hopefully you’ll have time to use it!”





Ember didn’t really know where Spike was taking her. Countless hallways that all looked alike flashed by her, until she was led through a door that looked so similar to the others and into a strange room with strange objects that included a bowl like object that she was soon standing before. “What exactly is that… thing?” She asked Spike while looking up at it.  

“This is a toilet,” Spike answered. “It’s what ponies use when they don’t wanna wear diapers.” 

“But dragons don’t exactly ‘potty’ like ponies do.” Ember protested.

Spike waved a claw. “Stop being such a baby and get on it, ‘cause it’s either you use the toilet or you use that diaper.”

Ember growled before taking a claw to the diaper to try and rip it off. “Fine! I guess I’ll use this ‘toilet’,” It took a lot of effort for her to undo the diaper. “What do they make these diapers out of that keeps my claws from doing anything to them?”

Spike shrug his claws. “Don’t know, really. Twilight said my diapers were specially made. I guess maybe Princess Celestia still had some of them laying around for you. Now stop wasting time, get onto the seat and go before you have an accident!”

So the dragon lord did so, flapping her wings until she was sitting on the seat the way Spike wanted her to. She shivered at how cold the seat felt against her bare scales, but it soon took a back seat to more pressing needs as she began to tinkle (and Spike kindly turned his head so he wouldn’t see).

When the tinkling stopped after about a minute or so, Ember flew back down. But was stopped by Spike who told his fellow dragon. “You gotta clean yourself up first.”

“How do I do that?” Ember questioned.

“Just use this,” Spike replied and pulled a few rolls of a paper substance off a nearby rack. “Go back and forth a few times so you’re sure you got everything. Then you put it in the toilet,”

Ember did as she was told. “Sounds like a lot of steps to take just to use something like this.” The dragon lord snorted before tossing the used rolls into the bowl.

“Now you just push that handle down to flush.” Spike instructed and pointed to a ramp like object on one side.

Ember simply nodded. But as she reached a claw out, she paused. “Um… is it dragon compatible?” She asked nervously.

“Some toilets aren’t,” Spike explained. “But Twilight made sure this one was modified specifically to handle what a dragon could do. It shouldn’t clog up or overflow or anything. Just watch, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Reluctantly, Ember grabbed the silver handle and pressed it down.

 Despite being uninterested in observing how it worked, the dragon lord was surprised a bit at the loud noise the toilet made when flushing. But she was quite shocked when she saw everything in it get sucked down the drain, as well as seeing that the water was crystal clear as it refilled the bowl. “Wow!” She managed to tell Spike. “I didn’t think it would take it all, but it went down easily, just like you said. But I was not expecting the flush to be that loud.”

“Yeah, I felt the same way after I started using it,” Spike admitted. “And the flush frightened me when I was still in diapers,” He then gestured to an object nearby. “After that you wash your claws in the sink, over there.” Ember, however, was quite hesitant so he had to force her to do it.





The two dragons exited the room afterward, just as Twilight happened to step into view. “Wow, Ember!” She exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any creature be potty trained so fast!”

“Well, that’s because she had a good teacher, me,” Spike pointed out. “And that’s all thanks to how you taught me, Twilight.”

Twilight grinned. “I really did teach you a lot, didn’t I? Oh, I’m so proud of you! You’re growing up so fast! Making new friends and teaching them things all on your own. You’re definitely not the same little hatchling I needed help to raise.”

“Twilight, stop it! You’re embarrassing me!” Spike protested with a blush. “I was just helping Ember because it’s what friends do. You don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”
> Nightmare Knights in Training (Stygian)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stygian smiled as he closed the book he had been reading. “This will make a fantastic report on the possibilities of other worlds and their access,” He thought to himself. “All thanks to Princess Luna of course. Boy, won’t Starswirl be jealous?” His own published account of his recent adventures had been completed in private over the past few days, and now it was kept within what was really more of a glorified journal than anything else.

The scholar used what little magic he’d been able to learn to gently float the book over to his desk. He’d worry about it later as he currently had something a bit more pressing to tend to, namely his full chamber pot. How that old thing had managed to not fall apart after a thousand years of neglect was a mystery, but he was mighty grateful to have it on him while he was still learning how to modify his “potty time” for a modern age.

Carefully picking up the well worn object by its handle, Stygian carried it out to a small pit behind his house and emptied the pot’s contents into said pit before covering it up. A few rolls of paper cleaned out the pot’s interior for its next use, and a few more cleaned the scholarly unicorn’s flanks before they were sealed up in a trash bag.

Stygian returned to his house and his study, carefully setting that chamber pot down near his desk so that it’d be in his line of sight and ready for when it would be needed again. True, there was a bathroom that housed a pull chain flush model toilet, but there was just a nice element of convenience to have something close by when the need arose.

But before the stallion could tend to issues pertaining that report of his, he was surprised to receive a knock at the door. He got up though since it was rude not to answer, and when he opened the door he was surprised to see a familiar unicorn mare with a grayish-purple coat, who in turn was holding a familiar looking blue coated unicorn foal clad in nothing but a plain foal’s diaper. And the mare looked rather frazzled given the state of her mane and tail.

“Oh, thank goodness! I really didn’t know who else to turn to on such short notice without getting a princess involved!” The mare declared in a frantic sounding tone of voice, all the while the foal in her care was squirming and fussing all about.

The scholarly unicorn had to blink and rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. And indeed he wasn’t. “What’s going on, Starlight Glimmer? And why in the name of Starswirl’s beard do you have a foal that looks like Trixie?” He pondered as he brought the mare inside.

Starlight took a deep breath. “Because it is Trixie! It’s a really long story, and I really don’t have time to explain it all!”

“Why not?” The scholarly unicorn inquired. “I have nothing but time on my hooves, and Trixie and I have previously worked together. If something happened to her I think I have a right to know, especially if it’s affected my other partners.”

Starlight shook her head. “It’s only a problem with Trixie, no one else,” She explained. “Ever since she came back from that mysterious trip with you and Princess Luna, she’s become even more obsessed with practicing her magic than ever before.”

Stygian quickly deduced the problem. “And she became like this because she wanted to practice a very complicated spell.”

Starlight reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, even more complicated than a teleportation spell. I was there when it happened.” And her mind started flashing back to the occasion that had led to the circumstances she now found herself in.





It hadn’t been more than three days since Trixie had come back from a journey where she had been recruited by Princess Luna for an important (and top secret) task. One that had apparently involved a trip to a parallel world ruled by evil, including an evil force that had stolen some of Luna’s powers for a period of time. And one that had involved a Twilight who had touted herself as a “Great and Powerful” magician just like Trixie.

So it was that the “totally not jealous” magician of her own world had more or less persuaded her best friend to help her practice magic. More advanced magic to boot.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie must be able to prove herself no matter when!” Trixie declared as she and Starlight made use of the hillside outside of Ponyville for the magic lessons.

Starlight Glimmer was naturally quite hesitant about this even though she knew she stood little chance of convincing her fellow unicorn not to do anything too advanced. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Trixie? Whenever I use really powerful magic it doesn’t tend to work out well for me. It seems like it causes more trouble than it fixes.”

Trixie dismissively waved a hoof at the concern. “Relax, Starlight. You have way more experience with magic now, as does Trixie. We can easily handle any problems that might occur,” And she then instructed. “Let’s begin the lesson! Trixie wants to go beyond even teleportation! Trixie should be able to do spells like you can.”

“You sure you don’t wanna start out with something a little bit easier?” Starlight pleaded with her fellow unicorn. “You still haven’t fully perfected teleportation yet, why don’t we start there?”

“No, Starlight! Trixie wants to go to the next step!” The magician insisted and began to light up her horn.

Starlight reluctantly did the same when she realized her friend wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I hope Trixie will tire herself out before too long trying to do all of this.” She thought to herself as the lesson got underway.

The two unicorns then practiced with high level magic for a few minutes, which mostly consisted of Trixie failing to pull off every spell shown to her: Transformation, transfiguration, transferation, translation you name it.

Hoping to get Trixie to completely deplete her magical reserves (and thus force the lessons to end), Starlight decided to change the lesson’s focus. “Why don’t we try working on combat magic? That sounds like something that would benefit you, Trixie. Even magicians need to know how to defend themselves.”

Trixie forgot all about her earlier frustration and ignored her growing exhaustion and boasted! “Great idea, Starlight! See? This is why you’re Trixie’s great and powerful friend!” Then the magician settled on an idea. “Trixie shall amaze you with a shield spell so powerful it’ll repel anything you or anypony else could possibly throw at it!” She promptly started making her horn spark as furiously as she could, visibly straining herself in the process! Somehow though, she managed to produce a small protective bubble in front of her.

“Better not overtax it too harshly, I don’t wanna hurt Trixie or make her collapse.” Starlight thought to herself as she made her own horn spark in response to the display her eyes were witnessing. Without warning though, a beam of magic shot off from her horn! “Trixie, watch out!” The mare screamed!

But Trixie just stood there, confident her shield spell would protect her. The beam of magic struck the shield, and something most unexpected happened as there was a sudden spark and a huge puff of smoke in the same light pink color as Trixie’s magical aura. When it had cleared, where before there had stood a full grown mare there now sat a helpless (and kind of pudgy) unicorn foal with only a faint wisp of light blue for a mane and tail.

Horrified at the sight of seeing her friend physically regressed, Starlight Glimmer rushed over as fast as her hooves could carry her! Yet once she arrived a new problem presented itself as the familiar smell of ammonia filled the air, and underneath Trixie a small puddle began to form.

“Starlight!” The foal blushed, helpless to stop herself from releasing. “Trixie pottied!”

Starlight fought back a gulp. “Yes, I can see that,” She tried to stay calm. “I’ll… uh… have to get you some supplies. And then we can look for a cure once I know you won’t leave puddles everywhere! Stay there!” She instructed and teleported away.

The foal that had once been a magician just pouted. “Not like Trixie has a choice in the matter.” She complained to herself.





“So the Great and Powerful Trixie is now The Great and Padded Trixie,” The foal said to Stygian as Starlight’s story concluded. “And Starlight hasn’t been able to find a cure yet. Though that may be partially Trixie’s fault.”

“You’re the one who refuses to be a good little foal and do all the foals things,” Starlight Glimmer groaned in annoyance before turning to Stygian and pleading. “So that’s why I came to you. I need to do some tests and pour over what knowledge I can find on age spells, and I can’t do that when Trixie keeps needing something or wanders off every time I turn my back.”

Stygian was still greatly confused. “I’d like to help, but I don’t see what any of this has to do with me or where I come in. I don’t have much knowledge on age spells, or foal care for that matter.”

Starlight pleased in desperation. “Please, Stygian! I just need you to keep Trixie out of trouble for at least a few hours. I can bring over all the supplies I ‘borrowed’, though Pinkie Pie basically says the Cakes don’t need them anymore.”

Trixie blushed anew. “Trixie doesn’t need nearly that many supplies, Starlight. And neither does Stygian.”

“You go through way more and we both know it,” The grayish-purple unicorn mare protested. “This isn’t up for argument.”

Stygian started to ponder. “Why is Trixie still in diapers if she hasn’t mentally regressed? Surely she still has some control over her behavior and bodily functions.”

“Yes, but let’s just say that potty training didn’t go so well.” Starlight commented as she recalled the ill fated first attempt.





Trixie hadn’t been diapered for more than an hour, and she was already hating every minute of it. “I don’t need to wear these stupid things, Starlight! Trixie only had one small accident.”

“It’s just a precaution, Trixie,” Starlight Glimmer replied while using her magic to pull various books off the shelf in the library of Twilight’s castle. “Be thankful Twilight’s even willing to help. I wasn’t supposed to be using such advanced magic without her.”

Trixie frowned. “Just Trixie’s luck that Princess Twilight wouldn’t know how to cure this. She once said age spells were something only alicorns could pull off.”

“This is a highly complicated age spell. Most don’t have the user retain their adult mindset,” Starlight explained. “Now stop being so fussy! You’re not helping either of us find a cure when you keep bugging me.”

Trixie whimpered. “But Starlight, Trixie really needs to go!”

Starlight answered. “You’re wearing the diaper for a reason. I’ll change you in a minute.”

“No, Starlight! Trixie isn’t using her diapers!” The regressed magician protested! “The Great and Powerful Trixie demands that you take her to a toilet this instant!”

Reluctantly, Starlight set the book she’d been reading down and picked Trixie up with her magic. “If it’ll get you to be quiet for a while, fine. You sure you can hold it in?”

Trixie nodded. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is a master of holding it!”

“Let’s hope so for both our sakes, I have no idea how Sunburst can make changing diapers look so easy.” The unicorn mare replied as she carried Trixie out of the castle library.

“Less talking, more carrying!” The regressed magician demanded of her friend, and then concentrated all her efforts in preventing herself from going into her diaper.

The two unicorns soon reached one of the bathrooms in the castle, thankfully unoccupied. Starlight Glimmer soon set Trixie down upon the floor next to the toilet. “Okay, Trixie, there’s the toilet.”

Trixie nodded, eyeing the magnificent porcelain throne. “Yes. And all Trixie has to take off her diaper and get onto the seat all by herself,” She sarcastically declared. “I am a foal in body you know. Foals can’t exactly do everything on their own.”

Starlight had to force back a groan as she pulled the diaper down and then off of Trixie, before floating the foal carefully onto the edge of the toilet seat. “There. Now you’d better go, I’m running out of magic to use.” She told her friend, emphasizing her point by gesturing to her horn which was starting to produce only sparks.

The foal that had once been a magician took that as a sign that she needed to hurry up and do her business, which is exactly what she did! “Yes! The Great and Powerful Trixie has gone poo poo in the toilet like a big filly!” She cheered, proud of her accomplishment even if it had required a great deal of assistance on her best friend’s part.

Starlight let out a sigh of relief as she thought to herself. “I hope Trixie will keep herself quiet long enough that I can get back to work on finding a ‘Great and Powerful Cure’ and get her back to normal.” But just as she was about to pull some toilet paper off from the roll, there was trouble!

“And now she shall make it all disappear!” Trixie suddenly declared and concentrated what magic she had upon the silver handle attached to the toilet, surrounding it within the pink aura of her horn. 

“Trixie, wait!” Starlight called, trying to stop her friend from prematurely declaring victory.

But it was too late! Trixie’s magic had already pulled the handle and the toilet started to flush. The loud noise startled Trixie so much that she ended up losing her balance and splashed into the bowl! Already, she felt herself getting swept up by the rapidly spinning waters! “Starlight, help!” She screamed as they turned into a dizzying whirlpool which began to pull her tail and taking her towards the drain!

The unicorn mare rushed to the toilet, concentrating her horn on the bowl to try and snatch her friend out! However, all she got for her effort was a set of sparks, her magic was completely drained at the worst possible moment to boot! “Trixie!” She cried and desperately extended her hoof as far down the bowl as it could go! “Take my hoof, hurry!”

Trixie tried but she just couldn’t reach that grayish-purple hoof. And in the blink of an eye she vanished down the hole! The waters soon returned, sparkling clean. But the pony they had taken along for the ride was gone!

A frantic Starlight Glimmer rushed out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the castle doors! “Just hold on, Trixie! I’ll save you!” She thought, hoping to reach a drain pipe or sewer grate in time to see her best friend float on by.





“Ever since then, I’ve been way too busy and way too afraid of another accident like that to even consider potty training again.” Starlight concluded her story. “But Trixie keeps putting up a fight during her diaper changes.”

“It was only the one time that Trixie got flushed. Hardly Trixie’s fault if the seat was so slippery and the toilet so big,” Trixie pouted. “Besides, Trixie did technically use the potty. She just needed to wait before flushing.”

Starlight sighed. “So between the interruptions thanks to that, and for all the other things a foal needs, I’ve been struggling to get any research done at all. I’m hoping there’s something in the Canterlot Archives that can help, and Twilight’s working with Sunburst to see if there’s anything in the Crystal Empire’s library that’ll work. But I can’t just leave Trixie in the care of anypony. I figured that since you’d worked with her before and your house is out of the way, you could watch her for me.”

The scholarly unicorn agreed without hesitation. “I can definitely do that. This could be a chance to learn about how far foal care has advanced since my time. After all, we hardly even knew what a toilet was back then. Only Starswirl even got a chance to see a prototype be made.”

“Great!” Starlight eagerly declared as she levitated over a saddlebag containing the supplies she’d mentioned earlier! “Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble or ends up anywhere she’s not supposed to. Trixie will definitely let you know if she needs something,” Then she looked at her friend. “Trixie, please be nice to Stygian. I promise, if I find anything that even looks like a cure I’ll come right back to test it out on you!” And then, lighting up her horn, she teleported away.

Trixie just pouted, frowned and folded her hooves across her chest. “Trixie is not a helpless foal who can’t take care of herself, Stygian. You of all ponies should know that even Trixie is not to be underestimated.”

Stygian responded in a surprising motion, by cooing at his charge. “Oh, I know you aren’t. In fact, I think you’re quite clever to figure out how to use a modern toilet even as a foal. I’m still only vaguely aware of how my own toilet works.”

“Is that why you have that old pot by your desk?” The regressed magician questioned.

The scholarly unicorn nodded his head. “Indeed. It’s a chamber pot, which is what ponies used to use back then. It’s kind of like diapers for big foals. Now, I kind of use it even though I have a toilet I could use as well. I don’t really need to use my chamber pot, but it’s there as an alternative until I’ve fully mastered using the toilet.”

Trixie couldn’t help but smiled. “Trixie understands what you mean,” She said. “If Trixie’s able to do it, then you can too. After all, the more you try, the better you get.”  

“And I’m sure your get better at doing spells, just like your friend,” Stygian encouraged. Then a clever idea popped into his mind. “Perhaps you can teach me a thing or two about the toilet.

 Trixie suspected Stygian was just humoring her, but for the sake of her ego she decided to play along. “Then prepare to be amazed as the Great and Padded Trixie once again uses the toilet,” She declared. “And this time she shall ensure that only what’s supposed to disappear actually does!”
> Time and Traditions (Little Strongheart)
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Chief Thunderhooves had been truly blessed in life when he became the one thing he had wanted to be more than anything else: A father. He’d taken in a stray caff that he’d found abandoned near the tribe he was the chief of, and had taken her in and raised her to the best of his ability. He’d soon taken to calling this calf Little Strongheart, and since there weren’t really any buffalo caretakers he’d often played a direct role in her development.

Eventually, it came time to begin teaching Little Strongheart about the traditions of the tribe she’d been adopted into. Traditions were everything to the buffalo and it was imperative that all buffalo within the tribe do the traditions properly.

One of the first traditions was how all buffalo “answered the call of nature” as it was known. Given that they lived out in the wilderness and thus were far from any civilization (not that any civilization would necessarily welcome or accommodate them), they had no access to any form of indoor plumbing. And chamber pots were inefficient given that no one made pots big enough and strong enough to handle a full grown buffalo’s weight. So there was really only one option available. The buffalo dug deep holes to serve as trenches, and would build special tents so that all could identify the trenches without accidentally stumbling into them.

Little Strongheart was understandably nervous about the whole prospect, but knew she had to learn it if she wanted to stay part of the tribe to which she belonged.

“Do not worry, Little Strongheart,” Chief Thunderhooves reassured his daughter as he held her by the hoof. “Trench usage is easy and efficient. It is a tradition that has dated back for generations among our tribe, including my father before me, his father before his, his father before his, his father before his and his father before his to name a few.”

Little Strongheart nervously replied. “Yes, Father.”

Chief Thunderhooves smiled as he led his daughter into one of the unoccupied trench tents. Once inside of it, both could see a big, empty space at the back of the tent that was clearly meant for one purpose. “Simply stand over the opening, and let nature do the rest.” The big buffalo instructed. It was really quite simple.

So Little Strongheart stumbled over to the trench. She wasn’t sure how far down it went, but it looked deep enough to give her reason to believe she’d never get back out if she fell down it. That probably wasn’t a problem for fully grown buffalo though. Reluctantly, she swallowed hard and stepped into what she assumed was the proper position, taking several deep breaths while doing so.

Thunderhooves kept a careful but respectful watch as he waited for his daughter to do what needed to be done. Using trenches was only one part of the tradition, after all.





At last, a powerful and familiar smell reached the nostrils of both buffalo. And that meant only one thing.

“You are done, correct?” Thunderhooves asked his daughter, who nodded very slowly in approval and confirmation. “Very good. You have completed the first part of this very important tradition. You needn’t worry about the trench now. Now you must focus on getting cleaned up. Follow me.”

Little Strongheart obeyed with little hesitation as she was led out of the trench tent, far away from the tribe’s camp. She followed her father for what seemed like miles, until finally they came to a stop near a small creek flowing out towards some unknown civilization. It wasn’t another buffalo tribe though, because there were lights in the distance that were not natural.

Thunderhooves took the liberty of describing the second part of the tradition, the part even more important than proper use of the trench. “Now you must clean yourself. This stream shall suffice. Let its waters cleanse you and leave you pure and refreshed,” He then advised. “Be careful not to stray out too far, or the current shall sweep you away. It can be quite powerful, it is not to be underestimated.”

The young buffalo stepped forward a bit as her hooves began to touch the floor of the stream.
Slowly, she kneeled down to let the stream’s cleansing waters reach her fur to clean her up. It was quite a sensation to experience. It felt peaceful and blissful. Like anything and everything impure about her was being carried away, leaving her whole and refreshed.

Chief Thunderhooves smiled once his daughter came slowly trotting back. “Excellent job, Little Strongheart. And now that you know the tradition you will be expected to do it again as needed, even without my help.”

Little Strongheart smiled, before looking out towards the strange lights in the distance and asking. “What are those, Father?”

“Those are the lights of a civilization we do not associate with,” Chief Thunderhooves sternly declared with a frown. “They have built themselves upon the grounds that once belonged to our tribe for numerous traditions we can’t do anywhere else. It is forbidden for us to make any contact with them, even by accident.”

“Then why not use a stream that’s farther from them, or move to somewhere they don’t occupy?” Little Strongheart wondered.

Chief Thunderhooves somberly replied. “Because we have nowhere else to go, and there are no other streams around us. This is the only place we have left to preserve our traditions, like the one you just completed, Little Strongheart.”

The young buffalo was satisfied with that answer for the time being. She thought nothing about it for several years. She was proud to carry on the traditions of her tribe, and she soon had the tradition for “answering the call of nature” down almost pat.

Yet as she grew older, Little Strongheart began to wonder if what she’d been told about that civilization beyond the stream was entirely true. She kept these thoughts to herself, but she began to wonder what would happen if she were to “accidentally” wander into their land from the stream.
> Kirin Curiosity (Autumn Blaze)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Autumn Blaze could hardly believe her luck when she was chosen to be the first ever kirin ambassador to Equestria. She didn’t know much about ambassadorship but she was going to do her best to represent the interests of the kirin who had sent her, especially since she’d be meeting with Equestria’s newest and most popular princess: Princess Twilight. She wasn’t sure what to expect upon arriving in Ponyville and heading to Twilight’s castle, but she most certainly wasn’t expecting to be placed into something thick, white and poofy that hugged her rump. “Is this a pillow? I didn’t know you wear pillows on your butt,” She blinked in confusion. “Is that a fashion trend for ponies? Is it part of some sort of costume?”

Twilight fought back a blush as she explained to her guest/ambassador. “Er… no… This is… well… a diaper.”

“A diaper? What’s a diaper? Why do I have to wear one? Do all guests have to wear them when they first visit Equestria or something?” Autumn pondered aloud. “Oh, I have so many questions. I knew I should’ve written to you before coming here, but I was just so excited.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Twilight commented with a nervous giggle as she led the kirin inside. “A-anyway, diapers aren’t usually necessary for visitors from outside of Equestria but... well…  We don’t really know much about kirin.”

“Oh, you mean like what we like to do for fun? Or what our favorite foods are? Or how we tell each other apart? Things like that?” Autumn Blaze guessed while poking at her diaper. “You know, this is so weird but this diaper is so comfortable. I just love how it compresses when you poke at it. I wish I knew how to describe that sound it makes.”

Twilight let out a sigh. “It’s called a crinkle. And if you want to know why you’re wearing that diaper, it’s because we don’t know about how kirin…” She coughed into a hoof. “Relieve themselves so to speak.”

The young kirin blinked in confusion. “You mean like the kind of relieved you feel after you’ve eaten too much or drunk too much and your tummy feels all funny.”

Twilight nodded. “Exactly, Autumn Blaze. And since we don’t know how kirin do ‘that’, I had to take precautions. I even enchanted this diaper so you can’t burn it off if you get angry.”

“Why would I want to burn it off?” Autumn asked. “I don’t mind wearing it. It’s so comfortable.”

“I guess you kirin don’t really do diapers or anything like that,” Twilight realized. “Do you just sort of go wherever you want whenever you want, or are there designated spots to do that stuff?”

Autumn Blaze answered. “Designated spots. Then we just wash off in streams afterwards. Sometimes, we get very long lines for the potty pits.” Then she pondered. “Speaking of which, do you have any around here?”

“Well, no. We have something a bit more sophisticated.” Twilight explained. “We called them bathrooms.”

“Bathrooms?” The kirin asked. “What are those?”

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The young princess said.





Autumn Blaze followed Twilight down a long hallway, past several doors that all looked the same. But they eventually stopped in front of one of those doors which was then opened and she was escorted inside. Then the lights flickered on as the young kirin beheld a room unlike anything she had seen before. It had tiled floors that were cool to the touch, a few cabinets next to a basin with a nozzle and knobs hanging over it, and some kind of box shaped object with an overhead sprayer.

But the most interesting thing of all (at least in Autumn’s mind) was a tall, white bowl shaped object with a lid, a round seat, and a wide rectangle shaped object that was attached to the back which features a small metal ramp shaped object placed on the upper left side. “What’s this?” She wondered and pointed to the object.

“This is a toilet,” Twilight declared. “This is what most ponies use when they have to answer nature’s call as it was. Some ponies use something less sophisticated, and some don’t even use toilets at all.”

Autumn Blaze trotted towards the toilet and inspected the inside of the bowl. She could see that it was partly full of crystal clear water as well as a small hole of some kind. “How does it work? How do I use it?” She inquired, more worried about messing up somehow than anything to do with how it operated.

“It helps if you take off your diaper,” Twilight couldn’t help but giggle. “Then you just sit on the seat to do whatever you need to do, if anything. And after that, well… let’s just wait and see first. You may not have to go. I honestly thought that I wouldn’t have to do this again until I had foals.”

The kirin found it hard to take off her diaper. She felt embarrassed when Twilight had to pull it down for her and basically turn her around when she climbed onto the toilet seat backwards. “Not that way. You’re supposed to sit with your back against the lid,” And she sighed. “ It’s like teaching Spike all over again.”

“Who’s Spike?” Autumn wondered as she subsequently sat on the toilet seat, her legs dangling over the sides of the toilet bowl. Even though she was about the same size as this unusual device she couldn’t help but feel small. And compared to how she’d been acting earlier she clammed up, almost as if she’d never been cured of the Stream of Silence’s effect on her.

“He’s a dragon as well as my number one assistant.” Twilight answered, trotting a ways away and had turned her head (even going so far as to use her wings to cover her eyes) so as to give her guest at least the illusion of privacy. As it was if the bathroom had become a new Stream of Silence for both, no one said or did anything.

At last, Autumn Blaze felt her tail hike upward as something moved inside of her. And before she knew it, she heard a few plops and splashes. Those were the kind of sounds that even in her silent years she’d never mistaken, especially not with the accompanying smell. “Wow! I… I did it! I used a pony toilet!” She excitedly declared. “Oh, I’m so smart I amaze even myself!” 

The kirin then started flailing about until she saw something metal. “What does this metal thing do?” She asked, reaching one of her limbs out and pressing it down.

Suddenly, Autumn Blaze found her words being drowned out by something much louder! When she looked down into the bowl, she saw her waste swept up by a dizzying whirlpool and was sucked down through a hole with the rapidly spinning water following afterwards! The bowl didn’t stay empty for long, the water soon returned and was sparkling clean.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be afraid of. That’s just the flush cycle that you triggered by accident,” Twilight giggled to the young kirin. “Now you just need to wipe up, flush again and then wash your hooves in the sink. As long as you can do all of that you won’t need to wear a diaper around the castle, or anywhere in Equestria for that matter.”

“Well, it was pretty cool aside from that loud noise. And I think that’s just because I wasn’t expecting it,” Autumn Blaze said with a blush before she got an idea! “Hey, do you think it’d be possible to bring toilets to the kirin? I don’t think my words or plays could describe how they work.”

Twilight nervously commented. “I don’t know. Actual toilets might be a little too much to ask for. But maybe we could use something a little more ‘old fashioned’, like say chamber pots. But I’ll explain what those are later.”

“Okay, but tell me one other thing,” Autumn Blaze demanded. “How exactly does the whole flush thing work? Where does it all go? It has to go somewhere, right?”

At that Twilight held her nose and made a gag face. “Trust me, you’re better off not knowing.”
> Carrot Top and the Can (Carrot Top)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Long before they had become roommates and long before they would become parents to their own little ones (Carrot Top through adoption), Derpy and Carrot Top had grown up in their earliest years together. They attended the same daycare and their parents were friends, so the two knew each other almost from birth despite one being a pegasus and the other being an earth pony. In fact, Derpy’s family was one of the rare pegasus families who didn’t live up in Cloudsdale. They lived on the ground in Ponyville, which presented its fair share of advantages but also drawbacks.

Although she was not born with the wall-eyed condition for which she’d later be associated with, Derpy was still far from the most coordinated foal. Carrot Top soon discovered that the foal she played with most often was unusually clumsy and accident prone in more ways than one. Often it was Carrot Top who suffered as a result of this clumsiness, though Derpy would always apologize afterward with “Oops! My bad!”

Carrot Top knew her friend meant well. The accidents were never intentional, not even the “other” kind of accidents that mandated frequent diaper changes. But it seems that Derpy was going through diapers faster than normal and was getting herself into all kinds of predicaments that led to some amusing (and some not so amusing) injuries or other mishaps.

While there wasn’t much she could do to stop her clumsy friend from getting hurt, Carrot Top became convinced she could at least help to alleviate the looming diaper shortage Derpy’s parents were worrying about. “You can use some of mine,” She told Derpy. “I don’t go through that many.”

“You sure, Carrot Top?” Derpy questioned her friend. “I don’t want you to run out of diapers because of me.”

Carrot Top smiled. “I don’t have a need for them as much anymore, not since my mommy and daddy made me start doing potty training. Now I get to wear something called pull-ups, which are like diapers but they’re easier to take on and off.”

From a glance it looked similar to a diaper, but touching it made it possible to determine that it was not as thick or poofy (and likely couldn’t hold as much as the average diaper as a result).

The little pegasus was amazed by this. “Wow! That’s amazing, Carrot Top!”

The little earth pony smiled. “Well, I am older than you. I bet your mommy and daddy will make you do potty training too, eventually. Then you’ll get to wear pull-ups as well.”

“What’s ‘potty training’?” Derpy asked in confusion. “What even is a potty?”

“You train yourself to use the potty,” Carrot Top explained with a slight humph, convinced that such a fact was common knowledge (but she probably wouldn’t have known either just a few months ago). “And what you do with that training is you go in the potty rather than a diaper.”

“So, I don’t wear them if I use a potty?” The pegasus began to frown. “I don’t know.”

The earth pony filly sighed. “Come on, Derpy. At least try to use it. I’ll even show you what it is, and then you can tell your parents if you think you’re ready for the training. It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it, I promise.”





Carrot Top led Derpy away while their parents were talking to each other. She was convinced that if she could learn how to use a potty in such a short amount of time then surely her friend could do the same. The methods for training couldn’t be that different between earth ponies and pegasi, could it?

Well, there was no harm in trying, right? If it was to help a friend then it was surely a worthy thing to aim for. At least that’s what Carrot thought as she managed to bring her friend to what was most commonly referred to as a bathroom (though she’d also heard her parents call it the throne room, based on what supposedly resided within it). There wasn’t much in the way of light besides the natural kind, but it did enough to illuminate the room in all its glory.

Derpy’s eyes beheld a variety of strange fixtures that she’d rarely seen before, at best she had only glanced at them the few time she’d been in this room with her parents (often as they fussed over her following one of her many accidents of either the normal foal kind or the clumsiness induced kind).

The two foals eventually came before a tall, gleaming white object that looked like it was a cross between a bowl and a chair, with the chair part having a round seat. There was also some kind of top or lid that brushed up against some kind of box like thing. The top was currently raised, exposing the seat and the inside of the bowl.

Carrot Top proudly gestured a hoof towards the object. “This is the potty, pretty much every home has one.”

“Wow, it’s really big!” Derpy exclaimed as she extended a hoof to touch the bottom of it. “And it’s so cold.”

Carrot only grinned. “Well, it’s for big ponies to use. That’s what you become if you do what you do in your diapers in it instead. And big ponies get awesome big pony privileges.”

Derpy promptly asked. “You mean, like pull-ups?”

The little earth pony nodded. “Yeah, and other things too. But you gotta use it properly to get those privileges. That means you have to come here when you know you’re about to do something in your diapers, so you can do it in the potty instead.”

“Gosh, I don’t know how you’re supposed to use something so big. Derpy admitted as she eyed her little stubby wings. “I don’t think I could get up there even if I flapped my wings really hard. How can you get up to where you’re supposed to be?”

Carrot Top rolled her eyes. “You don’t fly up, you climb up. I even have a special seat that makes it easier for me. Plus I have a step stool,” She pointed a hoof to both objects and frowned. “Watch, I’ll show you how easy it is. I kind of had to go anyway, so this is the perfect opportunity for you to learn. You can do what I do, and soon you’ll be a big pony too.”





With a fair deal of difficulty, Carrot was able to undo her pull-up and slide it down all the way so that her bottom was bare. She normally never took it off fully but for the sake of this demonstration she felt it best to do so. She walked her friend through the procedure as she scrambled up the step stool, wiggled around on the special foal seat to adjust her position and then sat down as her rump hovered over the bowl.

Derpy watched, keeping roughly eye level with her friend. It looked so easy.

“Now you just relax, lift up your tail, and let it all out. It takes practice to do it as well as I do it though. It might take awhile sometimes,” Carrot Top bragged before blushing. “And uh, you’re supposed to give other ponies privacy when they’re on the potty. So you do mind turning your head for me?”

“Oh, okay. Just let me know when I can look back.” Derpy replied as she turned her head.

The young earth pony was able to relax quite easily once she had sat down. It wasn’t long before she could hear the tinkling, plopping and splashing echo into the bowl beneath her. “I make it look so easy. Or maybe it’s really just that easy.” She thought to herself, beaming with pride at her achievement. “You can look back now, Derpy. I’m done.” She told her friend.

The young pegasus was amazed! “Wow, that was fast!” She said as she turned around.

“Now for the fun part!” Carrot Top declared, standing up carefully. She stretched out her body and reached a hoof out to touch the silver handle resting to her right side. She was able to pull it down.

Both the filles heard a loud noise which lasted a few seconds. “What was that, Carrot Top?” Derpy asked once it faded.

“That was a flush. When you’re done using the potty that’s what you’re supposed to do,” Carrot explained to her friend. “You just press down the handle and the potty empties itself of everything. After that you wipe yourself up if you have to, which is actually what you’re supposed to do before flushing since you put the stuff you wipe with in the potty. Anyway, after you do all of that you’re done, all that’s left is to wa-.”

“That sounds like fun!” The little pegasus suddenly interrupted. “Let me try flushing it now!” She started flapping her wings even before her friend had gotten off the seat.

“Derpy, wait!” Carrot Top pleaded as she tried to get down. But her friend wasn’t paying attention. Derpy ended up flying so high and so close in eagerness that she inadvertently knocked the earth pony back.

Carrot Top plunged into the bowl with a splash, managing to keep her head above the waters with some effort.

The pegasus didn’t quite hear the splash because of how excited she was. So excited in fact that she unintentionally bumped up against the silver handle with her rump and forced it down.

“DERPY!” Carrot Top screamed at the top of her lungs as the toilet roared loudly. She started spinning rapidly with the water in the bowl! Lacking either pegasus wings or a unicorn’s ability to teleport there was no way for her to escape in time! And soon the young earth pony’s shout of annoyance was drowned out as the fast swirling water became a powerful whirlpool that began taking hold of her tail, pulling her down!

Derpy landed on the toilet seat just in time to see her friend get sucked down the drain. “Oops!” She exclaimed upon realizing that her signature clumsiness had struck yet again, this time causing her to accidentally flush away her friend. “My bad!” She called to the drain, even though Carrot Top didn’t return with the water. She could already hear the sound of hoofsteps approaching her location though, so hopefully one of the grown-ups would be able to help.

Carrot Top, meanwhile, ended up on a dark and smelly ride that she strangely grew to actually like, sort of. It felt not unlike she was taking a bath. At least, that’s how it felt until she plunged out of a drain pipe and into the sewers. The fun quickly faded as she realized she had a long way to go to find a way back to her house. “Of all the things to have happened to me because of Derpy, a potty training nightmare was hardly one of them.” She thought to herself.
> Starting All Over, Again (Caramel)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

For Caramel and for just about everypony in Equestria, the months following the landing of the chaos comet and the self-inducing incontinence it had inflicted had been agonizingly slow and difficult. Being forced back into diapers had hardly been fun, although some had managed to adapt to it whereas others had adopted a mentality of “grin and bear it”. Caramel had been one of the latter ponies, though his job had unfortunately made going out in public unavoidable nearly every day.

Now, at last, the effects of the comet were starting to wear off. It was reported that ponies were slowly regaining control of their bladder and bowels. The news was received warmly as countless ponies all over Equestria started making plans to get out of diapers, now with a newfound appreciation for their potty training.

Caramel eagerly looked forward to when it would be his turn to be diaper free again, especially when he could hear success stories of ponies he knew or saw every day. Surely it would happen to him next.

Yet weeks ticked by and then over a month and a half, and yet even as it seemed like everypony in Ponyville was getting back to normal Caramel was still in diapers. He had no answer for any of this. He kept claiming his turn would come and that he was just a late bloomer. Surely there were still ponies like him out there somewhere.

Secretly, however, Caramel wrote letters to the princesses and even purchased a guide that had been developed to help ponies identify when their control would return.

Finally, just when he’d given up all hope and was convinced he’d be stuck in diapers forever, Caramel woke up one morning to discover that his diaper was dry. He knew he hadn’t changed himself during the night, and it had definitely been a while since he’d last had anything to eat or drink. “Oh please, please let it be true! Celestia as my witness, I’ll never take my potty training for granted ever again!” He thought to himself as the earth pony made a dash for his bathroom!





Caramel eyed the toilet he hadn’t used in what seemed like forever. It was actually kind of intimidating to look at it. He didn’t want to mess up while using it somehow, that was the last thing he needed. He waddled his way to the toilet, looking into the bowl and saw the sparkling clear waters in the bowl below. It felt so weird to come into the bathroom for something other than washing his hooves, brushing his teeth or showering.

“Oh, I hope I can get this right,” Caramel thought out loud to himself, remembering that his potty training from his foalhood had been rough. “I don’t wanna be stuck in diapers anymore. I’m ready to be a big pony again.” After a lot of fumbling with the tabs, he was able to undo them and get his thick and poofy diaper to drop all the way. He wouldn’t be needing it again, so he tossed the diaper in the trash (where else could he put it if he wasn’t going to be using or wearing it ever again?).

So Caramel sat down on the round seat. He sat, and sat, and sat. Minutes ticked by and nothing happened, much to the stallion’s frustration. He didn’t want to get down though. He was so sure he had to go. The last thing he wanted to do was jump down from the toilet and have an accident because he was too impatient. There’s no way he could’ve mistaken the signs! “If I wasn’t ready my diaper wouldn’t have been dry! I know nopony could’ve come over to change me!” He thought to himself and kept on waiting, but nothing wanted to come out. It was if there was some sort of blockage in him. 

If only he remembered to bring something to read or occupy his attention. Perhaps he had tried to move too fast, or maybe he was forgetting an earlier change from the night before. Maybe breakfast at Sugarcube Corner could fix the problem.

Just as the stallion was ready to give up, he suddenly felt his tail hike upward. Then he heard some tinkering and some splashing water underneath him. And the smell left little doubts about what happened. His patience had paid off! Maybe the princesses had heard his requests, or maybe it was just a delayed reaction. Either way he was so happy to actually be using the toilet like a proper pony again. Once the earth pony was certain he was finished, he jumped down from the toilet seat. He wiped himself with the toilet paper before putting the used rolls into the bowl, and then trotted over and flushed the toilet.

For some reason he found that he couldn’t take his eyes off the swirling, draining waters as they retreated down the drain. It seemed to inexplicably fascinate him, as if he were just a little colt going through potty training for the first time.

The toilet soon refilled itself, and Caramel went over to the sink to go wash his hooves. However, when he passed by his diaper he found that it suddenly magically sealed itself back around his rump. “Hey, what gives? I already used the toilet! I’m a big pony again!” He whimpered. But try as he might he found that he couldn’t take the diaper off, there was a new symbol not unlike a timer that was printed on the seat.

Reluctantly, the stallion decided he would just have to wear the diaper for one more day. He could always tell ponies he hadn’t regained control of his bladder and bowels yet if they asked questions. And he would write to the princesses to see if they had any answers about this new development.

So Caramel washed his hooves and left the bathroom, throwing on the same cloak he’d taken to wearing to cover up his diaper. It probably wouldn’t deflect questions, but it was better than trotting around with a diaper on when almost everypony in town no longer wore them. And so long as he was clever about it, he could surely find a way to slip away to a bathroom whenever he had to go. Wearing the diaper wasn’t the same as using it, as long as that didn’t happen he’d be okay.
> Nursery Flush (Nurse Redheart)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nurse Redheart was both confused and worried when Doctor Stable called her in before her latest shift at Ponyville General Hospital. Had she done something wrong? Was there some sort of emergency?

Doctor Stable, for his part, just drew his attention to what Nurse Redheart was not wearing around her rump compared to what he usually saw. Only once he was certain the two were alone though did he bother to make his case known. “Nurse Redheart, it has come to my attention that you’ve been taking a rather...” He paused, trying to think of the best way to describe what he wanted to say next. “Unconventional approach to bathroom breaks during your shifts.”

“Doctor Stable, I…” Nurse Redheart began to plead.

The doctor interrupted. “While I may appreciate your dedication to your work, and admire your desire to stay at your post at all times, what you are doing is simply unacceptable. There is no reason at all why anypony working here should be wearing diapers.”

Nurse Redheart gulped. “It’s just… if something were to happen to any patient in my care, I want to be right there to help them out. I can’t do it if I’m… well… otherwise engaged.”

The unicorn doctor sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “You can easily flag down somepony to fill in for you while you take your breaks, that’s why we have rotating shifts and interns. The medical diapers are for emergencies only!”

“But I…” Nurse Redheart pleaded again.

“-There’s nothing wrong with your bladder or bowels that affects your ability to hold it either. If you’re really worried we can schedule a test to determine if your capacity has been diminished somehow,” The doctor interrupted again. “But in the meantime, you’re not allowed to wear the medical diapers or any kind of diapers while you’re on duty. You can even take bathroom breaks before the start of your shift and after the end of your shift if that will help. We have plenty of bathrooms here, and all of them are maintained and cleaned daily.” Then he turned and trotted away.

The young nurse reluctantly realized her superior had a point. She’d originally just dipped into the medical diaper supply for use on those really long shifts or when tending to special needs patients, but it had slowly spread beyond that to the point where she’d been all but depending on them every day.

And that unfortunately meant that once again training her body to rely on the hospital’s bathrooms was going to be difficult. However, she had no other choice if she didn’t want to lose her job.





As there was a bit of time before her next shift was slated to begin, the earth pony nurse decided it was as good a time as any to use one of the bathrooms. “I just hope I haven’t made myself dependent on the diapers.” She thought to herself, trotting away to find the bathroom nearest to her. Pushing open the door, the nurse trotted inside and locked it behind her as it was standard hospital procedure that bathrooms like these be for single occupancy use only unless otherwise posted.

When the hospital first opened, the bathrooms had all had the older flush model and sprayer for cleaning (mostly due to the fact that it was seen as a more sanitary option). But over time, Doctor Stable found that patients with an injured leg or hoof were having problems using them. So to improve their safety, all of the older flush models were replaced with the newer throne models. 

Nurse Redheart slowly trotted over to the glamorous porcelain bowl. She then slowly turned herself around and sat down on the seat. She moved further and further back until she was certain her rump was covering the opening. Now all that remained was to just sit there and wait. 

Minutes slowly tickled by in agonizing boredom as Nurse Redheart just sat there and waited. She knew it had been a while since she’d last eaten or drunk anything, though how long it was she wasn’t sure. But something had to be ready to come out. And if it did she wouldn’t have a diaper to protect her or the floors if she had to go during her shift. If only the interns were more reliable she might not feel so concerned about depending on one of them to take her place. If only she had brought some reading material to occupy herself with.

At last, something began to move deep within the mare and almost before she knew it her tail was hiking upward. A steady hissing sound could be heard echoing down into the bowl, alongside a few splashes as familiar smells began to fill the air.

Once satisfied that her “work” was done, Nurse Redheart cleaned her rump up with some rolls of toilet paper before dropping them into the bowl. Then she rose from the toilet seat and pressed down the silver handle. There came a familiar roar as the flush cycle started and everything inside the toilet was flushed away. Now all she had to do after that was wash her hooves in a nearby sink.

All of that had taken no more than a couple of minutes at best, probably less time than it had taken to change diapers after use if the young nurse was being honest. “It feels so easy., She thought to herself as she exited the bathroom. “Minutes can mean everything in a hospital. But it’s not healthy for me to hold everything in all shifts, that’s how infections start.”





Once done with washing her hooves, Nurse Redheart exited the bathroom to prepare for her shift. Adjusting back to a new schedule of "bathroom breaks" was going to be difficult but she'd have to find a way to manage. If she didn't she would surely not last much longer on the job.

Doctor Stable, meanwhile, thought to himself. "I'd better double the amount of check-ups and shift rotations for the interns, that way Nurse Redheart won't feel tempted to revert to old habits."
> Time Training Trouble (Double Diamond)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Double Diamond had no idea what to expect or anticipate when he agreed to investigate a possible disturbance up in the mountains surrounding the village he’d come to call home. It had been only a few months since it had been liberated from the control of a unicorn mare who had run the town with a not so secret iron hoof by forcing all the villagers to give up their cutie marks. She’d claimed it had been for the sake of “equality”, but Double Diamond suspected it was something more than that, some kind of resentment towards cutie marks.

Whatever the reason beyond that idea of stripping other ponies of their marks was, Double Diamond was glad it had been stopped. But a small part of him held out worry for Starlight Glimmer, the pony he’d once served as second in command. He didn’t regret turning on her, in fact he wished he had done it much sooner. But he wondered if perhaps he and the other villagers should’ve stopped to ask why Starlight hated cutie marks so much, and if there was something that they could’ve done besides letting her run away.

Apparently aware of this concern, fate was about to intervene in the most unexpected of ways in order to grant the ski loving stallion the opportunity to get some answers to those nagging questions of his. As he rounded a corner near the very maze of caves into which Starlight had retreated, the stallion with a powder white coat the same color as the snow around him saw a sight that almost stopped his heart!

There was Starlight Glimmer, her unmistakable grayish-purple coat and two toned purple with grayish aqua blue streaks mane and tail standing out in stark contrast to the drab landscape around her. In the glow of her horn she held what appeared to be a scroll of some kind. “Incomplete?” She muttered to herself. “That will never do! I’m sure I can find a way to modify this spell to suit my needs. And then I’ll make that pesky princess pay for ruining my life!” Her horn started to spark rather ominously as she focused on the scroll, and the spell contained within it.

Without hesitating for even a second, Double Diamond lunged forward and attacked the mare head on! He wasn’t about to let her get away with… whatever it was she was going to do!

The mare yelped in surprise as she was tackled, her horn shooting off a blast of magic as a result!

What happened next, no one knew for sure. But there came a poof and then as Starlight slowly stumbled to her hooves she saw only a small, white coated foal with an even smaller wisp of powder white for a mane and tail before her. “Double Diamond?” She blinked in confusion. “Just what the hay is your problem? Now look what you made me do!”

Double Diamond started crying uncontrollably. “I had to stop you! You were being a big old doo doo head! Now change me back! I wanna be a big pony again!”

This made the mare gulped. “Well that might be a problem because...” The next words left her mouth very slowly and in a very nervous tone. “I’m not sure how.”

The foal gasped as he continued to cry! “What do you mean you don’t know how?” He whined. “It was that stupid spell you had that turned me back into a foal!”

“I didn’t get a chance to perfect it or anything close to that. I was about to test it out for the first time when you so rudely interrupted me,” Starlight hissed. “See what happens when you mess with things you’re better off leaving alone? Now you’re back in diapers and I have no clue how to fix it. It could take months!”

The little earth pony just whimpered as the crying slowly stopped. “But I can’t stay stuck like this. You need to get help!” He protested, before a more urgent matter drew his attention. “Um, Starlight? How good are you with diapers?”

Starlight quickly realized what Double Diamond was trying to tell her with that comment, and immediately her eyes went wide! “Oh no! You can’t do that now! I don’t have any way to change you or clean you up! Can’t you hold it?”

“I don’t think I can for much longer!” Double Diamond protested.

Starlight had to resist the urge to groan and curse at her bad luck, it wouldn’t make the situation any better. Instead, she quickly settled on an idea as she trotted over and scooped up the foal she was now responsible for. “Well, can you hold it for a minute or two, or maybe three? I can take you someplace where we can be safe and I can get you some ‘supplies’ until I figure out how to fix all of this.”

“Do whatever you gotta do, just hurry!” The foal whimpered, squirming all about. It was so hard to use what control he had and not release into his diaper right then and there!





A quick flash of the horn brought Starlight (with Double Diamond in her hooves) to a very familiar location and one to which she wished she were returning to under better circumstances. Alas, she didn’t have the time to really lament being forced to come back. She just immediately dashed to a small house in the middle of a community that looked like it was a cross between old buildings and new buildings, frantically knocking on the door.

A grayish purple coated stallion clad in a red shirt with a white collar and a yellow tie answered the knock. His brown eyes nearly went wide when he saw Starlight on the other side! “Pumpky wumpkin?” He blinked in surprise, as if he’d seen a ghost!

“No time to explain, Dad!” Starlight protested as she rushed through the opened door. “I need the bathroom, now! It’s an emergency!” She was glad she still knew where the bathroom in her old home was, and was relieved to see it was just as she remembered it when she entered into it.

Everything was happening too fast for Double Diamond to comprehend as he soon found himself being stripped of his diaper and floated onto a toilet seat that had just been exposed thanks to the lid being lifted all the way up! “Hurry, go!” Starlight instructed! “Don’t worry, I’ve got you! I won’t let you fall in!”

“Honey bun, what is going on?” The stallion from before asked as he entered the bathroom. “You sure have a funny way of saying hello to your old stallion after all these years.”

Double Diamond, for his part, was too focused on his urge to go to pay much attention to the conversation. His face turned red as he grunted and his tail hiked upward, soon followed by a series of audible plops and splashes as a familiar smell of manure filled the air. That had been far too close for comfort!

Starlight plugged her nose, as did her father who used the brilliant gamboge glow of his horn to pull some toilet paper from the nearby rack. “Your foal can use this to clean up if he’s done. And make sure you both wash your hooves afterward, and don’t forget to flush.” He instructed, before trotting out of the bathroom.

Starlight, meanwhile, turned her attention to Double Diamond. “Never imagined I’d be potty training you,” She then asked in an almost motherly tone of voice. “You’re done, right?”

Double Diamond nodded. “Yeah, I should be. But what is this place? And who was that stallion?”

While using her magic to move the rolls of toilet paper to clean Double Diamond’s flanks, Starlight explained. “That’s my dad, Firelight. This is my home. We’re in Sire’s Hollow. I came here because it’s the only place I could think of that would have a bathroom and would keep us hidden while we resolve this little… issue. I hope my dad still has my old foal supplies.”

The little earth pony whimpered. “Starlight, are you out of your mind? I’m a colt, not a filly! I can’t be wearing filly diapers!”

“Well next time, don’t get in my way when I’m practicing spells and stuff like this won’t happen,” The unicorn scolded in an almost motherly tone (it felt weird to consider Double Diamond her child, was it a side effect of the spell that had gone wrong?), before dumping the used rolls into the toilet bowl and pulling the handle to flush it all away. “Now come on, let’s wash our hooves and then we’ll plan our next move, okay? Be thankful my dad didn’t dismantle the toilet, he always preferred chamber pots for some strange reason.”
> Of Pegasi and Pots (Night Glider)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Night Glider was, like all the other villagers of “Our Town” (they had never been able to settle on a proper name, but hopefully that would change soon), was glad to be rid of Starlight Glimmer and her “equality”. She had been hesitant to join the crowd and had only done so because her good friends Party Favor and Sugar Belle had told her it was worth being a part of. Last time she ever let anypony talk her into being part of some silly cult.

With Starlight having been ousted, the village could now blossom and prosper all by itself. And that meant that issues that had long been ignored because Starlight hadn’t seen a use for them or had been occupied with other things now had to be addressed. Among them was the upgrading and modernization of the village’s plumbing. 

The village didn’t have toilets. They just had trenches or in some cases buckets. And the less said about the problems those caused the better. But Starlight had refused to have toilets of any sort be built. The modern throne style toilets would’ve taken forever to install and not many ponies knew how to build the older flush models. But the real issue had been hiring plumbers, which would’ve exposed the village or so Starlight had said.

Now, however, toilets were slowly being added to the village. Only a few huts had them, which meant that the ones that did would often have long lines as multiple ponies waited on the availability of a toilet. Some that didn’t want to wait would leave to do it the old fashioned way.

Night Glider was greatly relieved that she had managed to get her toilet installed in private, only Party Favor and Sugar Belle knew she had one. Considering the long lines she often saw at Sugar Belle’s bakery, the pegasus didn’t want anything like that to happen at her home.

It also meant that the pegasus could easily slip away to take care of her bodily functions with only her closest friends being any the wiser. “I sure hope everypony else can get their own toilet eventually,” She thought to herself. “We’ll never be able to function as a village if we’re fighting over who gets to have a toilet and who doesn’t.”





One day, however, Night Glider was faced with a problem. Her toilet wasn’t working properly. She tried everything to get it to work, but it seemed there was some sort of obstruction that was preventing the water pressure from returning to normal. And a toilet that couldn’t flush was of no help to anypony. To make matters worse, since nopony in the village knew yet how to repair the toilets, a plumber would have to be called to come out and try to fix the problem. And the pegasus mare knew that would take quite a long time.

“Oh well,” Night Glider thought to herself as she set off that morning with her routine only slightly altered. “I’m sure Party Favor or Sugar Belle will let me use their toilet when I tell them mine’s busted. I’d do the same if it happened to either of them. Heck, I’d do the same for anypony if they had a problem like that.”

The pegasus went about her day as normal, giving no real thought as to what she’d do when she would inevitably need to go to the bathroom. Her toilet wasn’t going to magically be repaired all by itself.

This line of thinking inevitably came back to haunt Night Glider when potty time came around. It wasn’t really a strong urge, thankfully. But it was an urge all the same and one that couldn’t be ignored. And luck was not on the pegasus mare’s side: Sugar Belle’s bakery already had a huge line of ponies waiting for what they all knew was a single toilet. Party Favor’s place was no better, a line only slightly shorter than the one at Sugar Belle’s bakery.

Everywhere Night Glider went she could see long lines outside the huts that she knew had toilets! “Does everypony in town need to go the bathroom as badly as I do?!” She thought to herself in dismay! Had the situation really gotten so bad that what toilets there were couldn’t keep up with the demand?

The pegasus didn’t know and she couldn’t afford to wait around to find out. Line cutting was out of the question, nopony was going to let her get away with that! And she wasn’t about to try and make a bad situation worse for her out of order toilet.

So that meant there was only one option available!

Night Glider flapped her wings and took to the skies, flying out towards the mountains surrounding the village. She prided herself on having overheard that one conversation from Double Diamond about him “bringing a toilet with me” when he went on those skiing trips before meeting Starlight. Hopefully one of those “portable potties” would still be there.

As luck would have it they were, although much to the dismay of the desperate pegasus they were really just a bunch of old and worn out chamber pots that hadn’t been touched in quite a while. Still, they were better than the alternative, so Night Glider touched down and picked one up.





Never had Night Glider felt as relieved as she did now. The chamber pot did its job despite her worries that it might not. And she could easily just fly back to her house to get some toilet paper to clean up her flanks. The only real problem now was how to empty out the used chamber pot. She couldn’t keep depending on the ones that were there now, because who knew how long it would be until her toilet was fixed? She didn’t want to wait in the long lines for other toilets.

Night Glider picked up the chamber pot and carefully flew it back to her house. She would think of a solution later, for right now it was most important to her that she not arouse suspicion by staying for too long up in the mountains.
> Ballooning Solutions (Party Favor)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ever since the robotic nannies had taken over Ponyville and converted the town into a giant nursery, diapers had fast become a replacement for bathrooms. All of the toilets were locked up and locked down, no one was allowed access to them no matter what. Training potties were kept solely for emergencies if a particularly naughty foal took off their diaper and tried to make a mess on the floors.

Even those not native to Ponyville had to get used to this and other ground rules as they became powerless to fight the robotic nannies. Party Favor was one of them, as he and his group of friends (it felt weird to consider Double Diamond a friend after he’d previously worked for Starlight Glimmer in helping subjugate the village but a friend was a friend) had tried to liberate Ponyville as they had done for their little village. But they had failed and had now been separated. What had become of the others the balloon loving stallion didn’t know.

However, Party Favor wasn’t alone for long before he was presented with a visitor. One of the Ponyville natives (and what luck, it was a unicorn) was brought in to socialize with him. He instantly recognized this pony as Rarity.

“Party Favor?” Rarity blinked. “You’re here too?”

The stallion unhappily sighed as he confessed. “Yeah, I am. And so are my friends. I guess it was pretty foolish of us to think that four ponies could stand up to an army of robot nannies, especially when one of us is an earth pony and only one of us is a unicorn who uses their horn.”

Rarity was puzzled at that statement. “You mean you don’t use your horn? Why not, darling? Is something wrong with it?”

Party Favor shrugged his hooves. “I don’t know. Every doctor who’s ever examined it says they can’t find anything wrong, but I just never feel the spark that others feel. I feel more of a connection using my hooves. And as far as I know I’ve always been that way. I don’t think I was secretly born an earth pony or anything.”

The fashionista put a hoof around the stallion. “Well I for one don’t judge you. I’m not much of a magic user myself despite being a unicorn, though I will admit it does make certain things easier. But even then I’m much more of a hooves on pony, so long as it never involves having to get dirty,” And right as she said that an audible rumble in her stomach attracted both unicorns’ attention. “Er, speaking of messy…” Rarity blushed bright red. “I don’t suppose you know of any way to override the protocols regarding bathrooms and potties, do you?”

The balloon loving stallion shook his head. “Afraid not, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be wearing this right now. If I had to wear a diaper I’d want it to be as unique as I am instead of these plain, unpatterned white ones.”

Rarity frowned at that statement. “I see. How very unfortunate for me,” She sighed in resignation. “Much as I hate the thought of going against my many years of potty training, it seems I don’t have a choice in the matter. Terribly sorry for this, darling.”





But Party Favor had an idea! “Wait, Rarity!” He cried. “Maybe there’s a way I can help you with your current… situation.”

The fashionista raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh? And what would that be, exactly?”

“There’s no way to get access to a potty, but maybe I can make a potty.” Party Favor answered.

“You can make a potty out of balloons?” Rarity wondered. “That seems like something Pinkie Pie would do if I asked her nicely.” Then she realised something. “What about the robotic nannies? They will take it away if you get caught!” 

“A potty shouldn’t be too hard to make.” The stallion replied. “And don’t worry, I’ll find a way to trick them.

Rarity nodded without hesitation. “Do your best to make a functioning proper throne model toilet. I’ll… concentrate on not releasing, which shouldn’t be too hard for me, I hope.”
So Party Favor set to work, constructing a potty entirely out of balloons that he seemed to pull from out of nowhere. After a lot of delicate hoof work, his creation was finished and ready for testing. “Okay, one balloon potty just for you, Rarity.”

The fashionista trotted over, eyeing the balloon made construction. “Does it flush?”

“Yes. You just gotta push a button, specifically this button,” Party Favor instructed as he pressed one on top of the balloon potty. Sure enough, it flushed. And when it did it ended up splashing and showering Rarity with some of its water. “Oops! I guess maybe I made the flush a bit too powerful.”

Rarity frowned as she shook herself to dry off. “I should be thankful it was clean at least,” Then a rather pungent order reached her nostrils. She realized at once where it was coming from. “Oh dear,” She blushed, barely able to stay calm. “Well, it was a valiant effort on both our parts, darling. But it seems I may have overestimated my ability to control my bladder and bowels,” She trotted away. “So much for trying to be a big pony. Oh, I shall simply never live this down!”

Party Favor, meanwhile, just trotted over and sat on his balloon potty after pulling down his diaper. “Oh well, guess I’ll be the only one who uses it.” He thought to himself as he relaxed and began tinkling. It’s too bad there was no “big pony” system within the nursery, he might have enjoyed using such perks to his advantage.

Well, at least he’d have it until the robotic nannies inevitably discovered it and confiscated it.





Once finished, Party Favor got off the balloon potty and made use of some wipes he’d made alongside the potty to clean himself up before flushing the potty again.

Rarity, meanwhile, just humphed as she watched the whole display with envy and jealousy. “Why is it that Party Favor can get out of diapers, even just temporarily, yet I cannot?” She thought to herself. “It simply isn’t fair.”
> One Hoof in the Drain (Tender Taps)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tender Taps always enjoyed the visits he received from his Aunt Hoofer Steps, a talented young mare who ran her own dancing school to teach any eager colts and fillies. Though still relatively new to Ponyville she adapted quite quickly to many of the customs of the small town, and appreciated the fact that she could see her favorite nephew whenever she wanted.

But Tender was a shy little colt who didn’t have a lot of friends. In a lot of ways his aunt was the closest thing he had to one and he looked up to her quite often. It wasn’t long before he started making this known. “Wanna be like Auntie.” He declared.

When Hoofer Steps heard about this she was quite delighted, though at the same time she knew there wasn’t much her nephew could do to make him more like her. There was one thing, however, that she could try to do to make it so they had something in common. “You want to be more like me, Tender Taps?” She asked him one day. “Then perhaps it is time you learned how to be a big pony.”

“Oh boy! I get to be a big pony!” Tender Taps cheered with delight, before he looked up at his aunt with a confused expression. “How am I gonna be a big pony like you, Auntie?”

Hoofer smiled, particularly because of the fact that she was foalsitting her nephew and thus had the freedom to attempt things she might not have been able to do otherwise. “Is simple. First I take off your diaper and take you to bathroom. Then I show you what big ponies do when they have to go.”

“Give up diapers?” Tender questioned.

Hoofer nodded as she bent down and effortlessly removed the padding from her nephew’s rump. “Yes, Tender Taps. Big ponies do not wear diapers. Come with me to the bathroom and I shall explain.”





The two earth ponies made their way to the bathroom (Tender clumsily waddling about since he was not used to moving without a diaper on), and Hoofer soon had her nephew facing a rather strange device. It looked like a box shaped with a slight bend to it, and there was a little hole and some water. Next to it was a small nozzle and a tile that stood out for being colored bright white. “Is time you learned how to use the toilet, Tender Taps.”

“Toilet?” The little colt blinked as he looked at the strange contraption, unsure what to make of it. It wasn’t much bigger than him but it smelled funny (and not the good kind of funny either).

Hoofer Steps nodded again as she trotted over. “Yes, Tender Taps. Toilet. Big ponies use this instead of diapers. And now I shall teach you how to use it.”

Tender Taps whimpered. “I don’t wanna, Auntie. I don’t like it.”

Hoofer wasn’t persuaded for a second by her nephew’s protest. “You want to be a big pony, no?” When her nephew nodded she firmly answered. “Then you must use the toilet like big ponies do. Is nothing to be afraid of, using it is quite simple. It's like a dance. There are steps you take to line up just right, then you do whatever you must do. Once you’ve gone I shall teach you how to clean up, and how to complete what earth ponies call ‘bottomless training’. Are you ready to make your first attempt?” 

Forcing back a gulp Tender reluctantly nodded. “Splendid! Let us begin!” Hoofer clapped her hooves together before clearing her throat and adopting the tone of voice she frequently used when instructing her dance students. “First, move your hooves until your rump is hovering over the opening. Listen to my voice and move where I tell you to move them.”

“Okay.” Tender Taps nodded as he stood a ways back from the toilet with his back now turned to it.

Hoofer Steps proceeded to use a series of instructions to get her nephew’s hooves to line up where they should be. “That’s it, Tender! Keep it up, almost there!” She encouraged. The little colt occasionally turned his head and could see every time he did so that he was getting closer to his target. He was still unsure about using it, but he owed it to his absolute favorite aunt to at least make an honest effort.





Suddenly, Hoofer noticed that her nephew’s hooves were getting too close to a tile of some kind. “Tender Taps, move your hooves left a bit!” She warned. But it was too late!

Tender felt one of his hooves step onto the tile and the sound of a click following before a roar reached his ears. And his tail suddenly began to feel wet and heavy, as though something had taken hold of it. Looking down, he saw that he accidentally stepped onto the colored tile. And now it felt like some kind of suction was pulling on his tail, dragging him backward toward the toilet! “Auntie, help! Toilet’s got me!” He cried in fear!

Hoofer Steps quickly trotted over to free her nephew’s tail from the drain. Thankfully it was only a little wet. “The pedal you just stepped on triggers a flush,” She explained. “You only flush when you are done using the toilet. And now you know why you must watch not only where you put your hooves but also your tail.”

“It tried to eat me, Auntie!” Tender whimpered in fear.

“No it didn’t, Tender. Toilets do not eat ponies,” Hoofer corrected. “At worst your tail might have gotten stuck if I had not been here. So long as you watch your tail and do not step on the flush pedal by accident again, accidents like that shall not happen. I shall help line you up properly for the next attempt, for one does not give up the first time they do not succeed.”

“O-okay, Auntie Hoofer,” Tender reluctantly replied as he was helped into the proper standing position over the toilet. It wasn’t exactly fun to be standing there for what felt like ages, but eventually he was rewarded for his efforts when a familiar smell reached his nostrils. “All done.” He said once he was certain he was finished.

Hoofer applauded her nephew, as if she was rewarding a student for a perfectly performed dance routine. “Splendid job, Tender Taps. Simply fantastic. Now, before you flush there is one more thing you must do first,” She grabbed the nozzle object from earlier. “You use this sprayer to clean yourself up. Simply hold it and it works like shower nozzle or garden hose.”

So the little colt did as was instructed to him, and then he stepped onto the flush pedal again and watched as the flush took everything in the toilet away. Hopefully next time he would get the performance right the first time and wouldn’t have to rely on his aunt to pull his tail free.
> Bulking Up The Training (Bulk Biceps)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.
> Flim, Flam and the Flush-o-Matic (Flim Flam Brothers)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flim and Flam were certainly not strangers when it came to inventions that others wouldn’t have bothered with. They took pride in their ability to have built a working cider pressing machine, among other things. It wasn’t their fault that after their demonstration in Ponyville, no one wanted anything they were selling.

Besides, the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000 had been just a prototype that was due for an upgrade. Unfortunately, that was going to be very costly and the twin unicorns found themselves suddenly short on bits to buy the parts they needed.

Fortunately, there came an easy solution in the minds of them both. “Imagine if you had a toilet that you didn’t have to flush all the time, it would do it for you.” Flim proposed one day.

Flam smiled. “Oh yes, I like the way you think, brother of mine! A toilet with a built in, automatic flush would sell like crazy! Just think of how much time one could save if they didn’t need to bother with flushing. And if we built in a toilet paper roll, one could easily save time on wiping too.”

Flim grinned. “Splendid idea, brother! Simply splendid! This’ll be just the thing to get us back in business!” And the two unicorns soon began to draw up their detailed plans for what they were convinced was the toilet of the future.

It took a lot of planning and salvaging from scrap yards, but the brothers eventually managed to bring their project to life. The self-flushing toilet seemed to resemble an ordinary, modern day throne style toilet but with one exception: There was no handle or pull chain attached to the tank. There wasn’t even a button. In fact, where the handle was supposed to be instead rested a box that housed rolls of toilet paper.

The brothers couldn’t resist putting their own logo on this toilet, especially since they had taken to calling it “The Flim Flam Brothers Flush-O-Matic 9000” for the sake of marketing and patenting. And with a little bit of effort they managed to get it hooked up to a sewer system for testing purposes.

All that remained now was to make sure the auto flush would work as intended. A small sensor had been placed on the toilet seat that was tied to another sensor at the bottom of the bowl. When both sensors gave a green light the auto flush was intended to kick in and take everything in the bowl away.





“Well, brother, how shall we test this glorious new contraption of ours?” Flim pondered upon eying the toilet set out in the middle of nowhere. “There’s not room for both of us on the seat.”

Flam pondered too. “Good point, brother of mine. I suppose one of us will have to test it the way you can really test a toilet.”

“But, I already went this morning.” Flim protested.

Flam protested back. “So did I, because I thought you were going to be the test subject.”

Flim groaned. “I thought you would test it since this was my idea!”

Flam adjusted his mustache. “Well, I got all the parts needed to build it!”

Fortunately, the brothers soon settled on a compromise. “We’ll just flip a coin for it,” Flim proposed as he pulled out a bit and held it in his magic. “Heads I win! Tails you win! And no take backs!”

“Fine!” Flam agreed as he tossed the coin up into the air and then let it fall. Both brothers examined the coin carefully.

Flam started to smirk. “Well, dear brother, it looks like you lose. So go ahead, do the honors.”

Reluctantly, Flim scrambled onto the seat of the experimental toilet and sat down. “You can look away now, brother. What matters is if the flush works after the toilet’s been used.”

Flam nodded and turned his head. “Quite right. Now go on, do whatever you have to do.”





Flim eventually managed to relieve himself, kind of embarrassed at the prospect of doing it. He then used one of the toilet paper rolls to wipe up, depositing the used roles into the bowl. Then the unicorn stallion slowly rose from the seat. This was it!

However, nothing happened, the toilet didn’t flush like it was supposed to. Flim was quite frustrated. “Oh great!”

“You clogged up another toilet, brother?” Flam teased without turning his head. “And you said that we wouldn’t need a plunger. Guess it’s a good thing I thought ahead and brought one anyway.”

Flim had to fight back the urge to growl at his brother over such a teasing remark. “You’re the one who was always making our toilet clog up back home, all because you kept trying to figure out how to make it better!” He thought to himself as he reluctantly retrieved a well worn plunger that had seen better days. “There’s no way this thing would’ve clogged up if we[’d built it the way I suggested we build it. Is it any wonder I was potty trained first?”

The plunger was soon deposited into the bowl as Flim stood by, plunging up and down in a circular motion. This was not something he’d ever gotten used to while living with his brother.

“What’s the hold up, brother of mine?” Flam teased anew. “Having troubles? Perhaps you need to start watching your diet.”

Flim ignored the comment and kept on plunging. “Come on! Come on! Work, you stupid contraption!” He thought to himself while frowning at the toilet bowl.

Eventually, with a mighty push down from the plunger, Flim felt his efforts be rewarded as there was a faint click! The toilet suddenly roared to life! “Ha-ha! At last!” Flim proudly declared! “Must’ve been a delayed reaction, brother. We’ll have to see about fixing that for the sales pitch, can’t have a toilet that won’t flush.”

Yet as Flam turned around and prepared to help his brother conduct an inspection into the delayed flush trigger, something unexpected and quite frightening happened! The toilet wouldn’t stop flushing, not even after everything it was supposed to take with it had gone down the drain!

Flim tried to yank the plunger out of the bowl, but for some reason it wouldn’t budge as the toilet seemed to be trying to pull it down. “Brother, some assistance, please!” He frantically called!

Flam trotted over and held onto his brother as they pulled together, trying to free the plunger from the relentless, neverending flush! But it wouldn’t budge. In fact, the plunger seemed to be pulling both brothers closer to the bowl as it was starting to be swept up in the surging, draining waters.

Before they could react, they were suddenly thrown back as the plunger disappeared down the drain!

“I… I can’t believe it! It took the whole plunger!” Flam gasped in dismay, while his brother was so traumatized he started to rock back and forth. They now realized they had just created a porcelain monster!
> Smokey and Swirly (Garble)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

With the problems in the dragon land having been taken care of, it was time for Spike, Smolder and Fluttershy to leave and head back to Ponyville. To their surprise however, Garble insisted on coming along with them even though he’d only just turned over a new leaf and had also found a new appreciation for his formerly secret style of poetry. But at Smolder’s insistence the group allowed Garble to join them.

“So, Smolder, what’s it like living with ponies?” Garble asked his sister as they traveled back to Ponyville with Spike and Fluttershy. “Never really cared much before but now I’m actually quite curious.”

Smolder shrugged her claws. “It’s alright, you get used to it. They’re strangely very accepting, most of the time. Seems like almost nothing you do phases them.”

“Guess I shouldn’t have been so quick to just dismiss them as a bunch of namby pambies all the time,” Garble replied while looking across to Spike and Fluttershy. “I just wanna say again that I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you both over the years. You hang around the wrong crowds long enough and you tend to forget who you used to be.”

Spike and Fluttershy didn’t speak a word, they knew all too well from personal experience what a bad influence could do to one’s way of life. They’d been led astray by others before and it had nearly cost them everything.

Fluttershy instead decided to change the subject and bring up something that Garble would need to be aware of now that he was traveling to Ponyville. “Um, Garble? There are some rules dragons have to abide by while in Equestria,” She told the red scaled dragon. “Let’s just say we’ve had some… issues.”

Spike seemed to be trying ever so hard to suppress giggles and a raging blush. And Smolder, well she looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. Garble was quick to pick on those little details and couldn’t help but wonder to himself what Fluttershy could mean.

The red scaled dragon would find out soon enough.





Upon arriving back in Ponyville, Fluttershy cleared her throat and told Spike and Smolder. “You know, it was a long trip to get back here. Perhaps now would be as good a time as any for Garble to be aware of some of the…” She paused and coughed into a hoof. “Conditions he’ll have to abide by.”

“Great idea,” Spike spoke up as he took Garble’s claw. “Better he learns now rather than later. Can’t risk any more accidents.”

Before Garble had a chance to ask he was led away by Spike and Smolder, taken through the hallways of the School of Friendship and past several ponies who gave him only a quick glance before going back to whatever they’d previously been doing. He barely even noticed when he was led through some doors and brought into some kind of boxed in place. Inside of this box stood some kind of strange bowl object.

Garble eyed the bowl with suspicion, it smelled funny and it looked so foreign. Even the size gave him pause for concern since it seemed to be about the same size as him, maybe a little bit smaller. “What in the name of Torch is that… that… thing? He exclaimed, forcing back a gulp.

“It’s called a toilet, brother,” Smolder explained. “Not all pony toilets look like this, at least around here. Apparently this is a newer model that’s supposed to be more popular. But they all work the same, you’re supposed to use them for your...” She paused and coughed into a claw. “Er ‘personal business’ as they put it.”

The red scaled dragon blinked and flinched. “Wait, am I suppose to er… use that thing? Couldn’t I just go outside and do it that way? That’s how we dragons do it back home.”

Spike shook his head. “Sorry, but we ran into problems with dragons doing it here on visits. It took some modifications, but we were able to get most of the pony toilets to be compatible with dragons and other creatures.”

“It’s really easy once you get the hang of it, brother,” Smolder explained. “You just sit on the seat and do whatever you need to do. Just be careful not to accidentally dip your tail into the bowl, it’ll get stuck. That happened to me when I first used a toilet and it wasn’t a good feeling. And that’s a problem on a whole ‘nother level.”

“Then when you’re done, you just wipe up with toilet paper,” Spike added as he pulled some off a nearby rack and gave some to Garlbe to feel. “After you’ll all clean, you dump it in the toilet bowl.”

The red scaled dragon was a bit confused, but he still managed to let go of the toilet paper from his claw. As he saw it land inside the toilet, he notice that there was some kind of round hole at the very bottom of the bowl. Without a doubt, the ‘toilet paper’ was supposed to down through the hole. But why the bowl filled with water?

“And finally, you push down the handle over there to flush. Like this.” Smolder instrucked as she flew over to the silver handle and used a claw press it down.

The flush cycle began, but Garble had been standing a little too close to the bowl and as a result he was hit by a cold shower of toilet water. “Hey!” He shrieked and jumped back! “It just tried to attack me!”

“No it didn’t,” Spike protested with a shake of his head. “It’s not a sentient object, don’t be such a baby. Some of the toilets here are old and do things like that sometimes.”

Garble, however, was anything but convinced! “I’m not going anywhere near something that dangerous! I don’t trust it!” And he ran out of the stall as fast as he could!

“Well, that didn’t go too well.” Smolder sighed, clearly disappointment.





Now in one of the hallways, Garble kept on running until he bumped into Fluttershy. “What’s going on here?” She asked and spun around. “Is everything okay, Garble?”

“No, it’s not okay!” Garble protested and whimpered ever so slightly. “How can you ponies feel so content doing your business in toilets? Those things are dangerous, and smelly, and really loud!”

Fluttershy just sighed. She knew that a lot of creatures were uncertain and often easily intimidated by pony toilets (or toilets in general) the first time they saw them. Considering Smolder had had trouble with them at first and the fact that it had taken a PSA to ensure most dragons got the right idea, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Garble would have similar issues.

“Garble,” The pegasus mare spoke up. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You just had a bad experience because you’re not used to such things like toilets. But if you want to come here even just for visits, you have to abide by our rules and that means using toilets to do your business.”

“Isn’t there another way?” Garble questioned.

Fluttershy appeared to smirk ever so faintly. “There is one alternative, but I don’t think you’ll like it. It’s what babies wear until they’re able to successfully use a toilet.”

The red scaled dragon blinked in confusion. In the dragon lands, from birth dragons were bare and went pretty much anywhere they wanted (with a few exceptions). “What do you mean?”

“Perhaps it’s better to show you,” Fluttershy said with what appeared to be a grin, as she led Garble away from the school and out to her cottage. She soon retrieved a small white object that looked sort of like a pillow, except it was far more stretchy and shaped more a triangle than a square.

“What’s that?” Garble wondered.

“This is a diaper. Babies wear them because when they’re born they don’t know how to use a toilet properly. So they go to the bathroom in these and then somepony else changes them.”

“What? You want me to wear one of those things?” Garble snorted! “No way!”

“Well it’s either that or you use the toilets we have here,” Fluttershy gave the demand. “If you don’t use either of those things then you can’t stay here or come to visit here ever. I’m afraid those are the rules. Dragon Lord Ember agreed to them.”

Garble backed away slowly, not liking any of his options. “But… but…”

“If I were you I’d stop being such a baby and give pony toilets another try. You can’t give up just because you had one bad experience,” Fluttershy scolded as she turned to face Garble with a very harsh glare. “So, what’s it going to be, mister?”

The red scaled dragon took one look in the pegasus mare’s eyes, and suddenly he found himself losing his will to resist. In fact, he became so intimidated that he found himself losing control of his own body. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do much of anything really.

Fluttershy just smiled as she took advantage of the opportunity to slip the diaper onto Garble. It took some tricky maneuvering and the diaper clearly didn’t fit him all that well, but it looked like it would hold for the time being. “There we go, all nice and snug. Don’t wanna risk you having an accident out here.” She cooed and led the dragon into her cottage.

Garble found himself unable to protest. He was completely helpless, almost like a newborn baby.

“I’m sorry, Garble,” Fluttershy apologized. “Some creatures react this way to my stare the first time they see it. It can be very intimidating. It should wear off eventually,” Then she added. “But on the bright side, it should be much easier for me to potty train you. Then you won’t need to wear this diaper.”

Garble wanted to ask what “Potty Training” was and if it was similar to “Cave Training” back in the dragon lands, but no words would come out of his mouth.

The pegasus mare just smiled, humming a tune to herself as she brought Garble into her bathroom upstairs. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long. And this way you won’t have to worry about Spike or your sister finding out and making fun of you.”

The red scaled dragon could do nothing in protest as he was brought before the toilet and the seat raised. He could feel the whole process unfold before him even though he couldn’t do anything to fight it. In a matter of seconds he was stripped of his diaper and being sat on the seat that felt cold to the touch.

“Now you just sit there for a little bit, or until you go,” Fluttershy instructed. “I’ll decide when you can get up.” And Garble obeyed without even asking a single question.





After a minute or two, Garble groaned as Fluttershy’s stare began to wear off. Looking at his surroundings, he realized that he wasn’t at the School of Friendship. He did notice Fluttershy, Smolder and Spike had their heads turned away from him for some reason. And judging by the position his was currently in, he knew that he was sitting down on something but he couldn’t tell what it was. Then just as he was about to ask where his is when he suddenly heard himself start to tinkle. When he was finished, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

Spike was the first hear everything. “Well, that didn’t take as long as we thought.” He commented while turning his head to face the red scaled dragon along with Smolder and Fluttershy.

“Um… where am I?” Garble asked.

“You’re in the bathroom of my cottage.” Fluttershy answered.

Garble gasped! “Then does this mean…?”

Smolder nodded her head. “Yes, Garble, you are on the toilet. In fact you just used it!”

“Wait, what?” The red scaled dragon cried and got up before turning himself around. When he looked down, his eyes widened in disbelief. His sister was right! Not only did he just sit down on a pony toilet, he'd also used it as well!

“See, Garble?” Fluttershy declared. “We told you there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Listen, I know you used to make fun of me for acting more like a pony,” Spike added. “But you need to start getting used to there rules, no matter how much you don’t like it.”
> A King And His Throne (King Sombra)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Very few ponies would’ve ever believed that King Sombra hadn’t started out as a completely dark hearted, greedy monster. In fact, not many ponies knew that he hadn’t even been born into royalty or nobility. The true origins of the king was something he went to great lengths to conceal, he had actually been an orphan for his entire youth. Found cold and alone on the outskirts of the Crystal Empire one day, he’d been taken in by a local orphanage and for a time not known he was different.

But all too soon, the future king began to sense that there was something more to him, something that others seemed to take notice of since the other colts and fillies at the orphanage began avoiding him. All except for one, that is. She was a filly not much older than Sombra with the most beautiful white coat and sparkling blue eyes. Sombra always felt better for seeing her, and it wasn’t long before he learned her name was Radiant Hope and they became friends.

The two foals grew up together at the same orphanage and shared many milestones, they even celebrated birthdays within a day of each other (with Sombra’s birthday being the only time the other foals had to be around him, they otherwise refused to even associate with him and would invent all kinds of rules as to why they couldn’t be seen with him). In a way they felt almost like family, the closest thing to one that Sombra had. It was no surprise then that he always wanted to do whatever Radiant Hope was doing.

One day, after about two years or so of living at the orphanage, Sombra noticed that there was something different about Radiant Hope. She seemed to have less free time to spend with him, constantly needing one of the caretakers to come and help her out with something. Occasionally he could hear strange sounds behind locked doors. And most telling of all, he saw that his friend’s undergarment was quite different from his. It seemed to be less absorbent but it afforded her greater freedom in her movement.

The other foals at the orphanage started to look the same if they didn’t already, some of them not even needing caretakers to do whatever it was they were doing. And it seemed like whatever it was was another reason for them to keep Sombra excluded. They mentioned something about “Big Kids”, appearing to take great pride in their freedom. But whenever Sombra tried to ask any of them they would always just tell him to go away, that it was something he needed to know if he didn’t already know. And he could hear them whisper “If he hasn’t learned yet he’ll never learn.” when they thought he wasn’t listening.

Fortunately for the little colt, Radiant Hope was more than happy to explain what the other “Big Kids” didn’t want to tell. “I in pull-ups now because I do potty training!” She proudly boasted while patting the undergarment. “It great!”

“Really?” Sombra asked with uncertainty. He didn’t know what exactly this “potty training” involved, but it sounded weird, unfamiliar and most of all scary. Did he have to undertake it if he wanted to get at those pull-ups and be like the other foals?

Radiant beamed. “Uh-huh. You sit on the potty and do your pee-pees and poo-poos in it, and you get all the praise from grown-ups for doing it. That how you become a big kid! And you get to do cool things like wipe and flush.”

“Can I try it? I wanna try it!” Sombra declared as he puffed out his chest. He didn’t actually want to that badly, but if everypony else was doing it and apparently doing it with the greatest of ease then why should he be left out? How hard could it really be? He was smarter than ponies gave him credit for, he could figure it out for himself if he had to.

Radiant seemed a bit hesitant at first, before she reluctantly seemed to agree. “Yeah, but you gotta find a room with a potty first,” She began to think about that challenge. “I tink there one down the hall somewhere but…”

The little colt didn’t bother to wait for a reply, he set off to see if there indeed was a “potty” in one of the rooms. That he didn’t know what it was didn’t bother him, he’d figure it out for himself.





Scampering down the hallway as fast as his little legs could carry him, the little colt began his search with the first door he came to. He looked all around in the room it led into, but he saw nothing that looked like a “potty”. He searched in plenty of other rooms nearby and had similar results. Perhaps Radiant Hope had been wrong and there wasn’t actually a “potty” in any of the rooms, perhaps it was in a special place that only the caretakers could grant access to or something.

At last, however, Sombra’s search brought him to a room that was immediately unfamiliar to him. That had to be a promising start. He ventured inside and soon found that the room was not only unfamiliar to him, but also cold to the touch (his bare hooves shivered just walking along the floor), smelly and most of all dark. The darkness wasn’t that big a deal to Sombra, he was more at home in the dark than the other ponies at the village. But the darkness did make it hard to see where he was.

With some straining, Sombra managed to get his horn to spark and produce a faint bulb of light with which to illuminate the room. He couldn’t see much but seeing anything at all was better than not seeing anything at all as far as he was concerned.

Braving the cold and the strange smell that tickled his nostrils, the little colt searched all around his new location for anything that might resemble a “potty”. If something stood out to him it might give him a clue.

Then he saw it! Sombra gazed into a corner of the room, and staring back at him was an object he’d most certainly not seen before as far as he could remember. It was way taller than he was, the same gleaming white as Radiant Hope’s coat, and looked like a cross between a chair, a ramp and a bowl. In a way it almost resembled a throne, though if that was the case the little colt had no clue where its owner should be (because how could there be a throne without some kind of ruler?).

That looked like a promising start. Sombra approached the object and eyed it suspiciously. It seemed like the strange smell was coming from it. Then he remembered what Radiant Hope had told him about how the potty worked and what potty training was all about. If this object was a “potty” then the smell was probably a good way of telling.

Now came the matter of finding a way onto the seat that looked like a polished, curved horseshoe. And that was guarded by a lid of some kind. To get up on the seat Sombra realized he’d have to find a way to force the lid up, and he knew his little hooves wouldn’t be up for the task. There was no way he could lift up something so heavy when he couldn’t even climb out of his crib. There had to be another way.

The little one racked his tiny brain for a solution to his problem. At last he settled on a fairly obvious solution, his horn. If he could concentrate enough power into his horn he must just be able to raise that lid up and float his way onto the seat. Getting down would be much easier than getting up, he could just jump down (and catch himself with his magic before hitting the ground).

So it was that, with a great deal of straining, Sombra built up the magical power within his horn needed to achieve his goal. The lid proved to be rather stubborn, it took more magic than the little one had originally thought. But it slowly rose all the same, exposing that curved seat and the inside of the bowl beneath it.

A little bit more glowing of the horn and the little colt was floating up to the seat. When his front hooves grasped the edge he pulled with all his might to scramble up before he could slide down. It didn’t even occur to him that as he was doing so the tabs on his diaper came lose, it wasn’t until a cold breeze blew bast his bare bottom as he scrambled onto the seat that he realized he was now without a diaper on. Well that was good, he obviously needed to have it out of the way to use the “potty”. He could always put it back on later or find somepony to do it for him.





Sombra stood on the seat for but a moment. He didn’t anticipate it being so slippery and his little hooves were not used to such a surface! The little colt tried to move to sit down but it was an uphill battle when his entire body felt unbalanced and ready to tip over. In fact, that was what happened as Sombra found himself falling face first into the bowl! It was only by a stroke of luck that he managed to grab the other side of the seat and keep himself from plunging in all the way.

The young unicorn tried to pull himself back up, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. It seemed he was stuck there and he was pretty sure he was facing the wrong way. Well, that was nothing his horn couldn’t fix. If he could get his entire body surrounded, Sombra was sure he could readjust himself. And he’d have to be quick about it, because the cold temperature and the fear he was feeling inside were reeking havoc on his lower regions. He knew he couldn’t hold it for long, and he hadn’t come all this way just to mess it all up at the very end!

Sparking his horn again, Sombra tried to pull himself out and get himself to face the right direction. But his desperation combined with his sense of panic was messing up his concentration! His magic wasn’t focused and it didn’t help that he couldn’t see properly given that he was face first in the bowl surrounded by darkness. He found himself floating upward, but not in the direction he wanted to go!

Suddenly, Sombra felt one of his hooves brush up against something cold and metal. Before he knew what it was he heard a click, and then he happened to look down and became alarmed! There was water in the bowl and it was spinning about fast, way too fast! It seemed like it was heading for some kind of hole at the bottom of the bowl, and where that led the little colt had no idea!

Unfortunately, it was at that moment that the little colt’s magic failed him! He plunged face first back into the bowl and while he caught the edge of the seat on the inside again, it wasn’t enough to keep him safe! The water rose rapidly as it spun, and the young unicorn had to hold his breath as he felt the water flow above his head! He could feel it take hold of him, trying to drag him down into the bowl and toward the hole!

Shutting his eyes, Sombra prepared for the worst, a ride he wouldn’t soon forget to who knows where? But then suddenly, just as he felt his lower body leave the seat and tip him forward into the spinning, swirling whirlpool in the bowl, he felt something else grab hold of him from behind. And with a pop he was pulled to safety just in time as light suddenly flooded his world!





A water logged Sombra found himself dripping onto some pre-placed towels as one of the nannies looked at him with concern. “Oh, thank goodness Radiant Hope told me what you were doing,” The nanny exclaimed with relief. “Sombra, what were you thinking?! The grown-up potty is dangerous for little ones like you!”

Sombra whimpered. “But I wanna be big pony like Radiant and everypony else. They in potty training.”

The nanny sighed. “And it’s great that you’re finally taking an interest in the subject, Sombra. Taking that first step toward being a big pony is a wonderful thing,” Then she corrected. “But you shouldn’t try to take shortcuts and do it on your own, or else things like that can happen. This is why you’re to come get me or one of the other nannies. We can help you use the potty properly.”

“You mean, like now?” Sombra asked.

The nanny shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s too late, you already left a bit of a puddle that I’ll have to clean up. You really shouldn’t take off your diaper without permission, Sombra,” And then she added. “Now I’m going to have to give you a bath. And from now you’re not to go into the bathroom or go near the grown-up potty without somepony watching you.”
> Sticks, Stones and Potty Pals (Mud Briar)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mud Briar had to sigh and steady himself as he led his children to a part of the homestead they hadn’t seen much up until this point. It was a little section that was almost like a cave within itself, and it had only two structures to decorate the otherwise barren landscape, both of which were made from stone: A small sink with faucets also made of stone, and a throne model toilet with a pull chain attached to its stone tank.

Sediment and Pediment eyed each other and then looked to their dad. “So, why have you brought us here, father?” They both asked at the same time, speaking in the same monotone voice that made it hard to tell them apart.

Mud Briar looked at the grayish-purple coated filly and the purplish-gray coated colt. Keeping a firm yet neutral expression on his face and stroking his mountain beard, he explained to the twins. “Your mother believes it is time for you both to start potty training. She has grown tired of changing your diapers, and I will admit that is a point I find myself in agreement with. You are both over two years old now, you are at the age where most ponies undergo this training.”

“Okay, so why are you here?” Sediment questioned. “You could just tell us what to do and we could try to do it on our own.”

Mud Briar shook his head. “Your mother believed it would be best if you were shown, so that way you’d get the right idea. As she is currently away it falls to me to provide that demonstration,” Then he cleared his throat. “Now, how the training works is quite simple. When you think you have to go you simply come here to this location, the bathroom. Should you require help inform either your mother or I and we shall help you to the best of our ability. You pull down your diapers to your knees, sit down on the seat and let nature do the rest. Afterwards, simply wipe up with some toilet paper, and then pull the chain to flush. Be sure to look before doing that so nothing besides your waste and toilet paper goes down the drain.”

Pediment blinked. “That sounds like a lot of steps for something so simple.”

Mud wanted to nod in agreement, but convinced he needed to be strong he did not do so. “In time it’ll become like second nature to you both. And you needn’t worry about getting it right the first time or even the second time. I know I didn’t master it fully in my first attempts. More often than not I hardly ever made it, and back when I trained not everypony used a throne toilet or even a toilet in general. Someponies used outhouses or chamber pots, though such ponies were always a minority.”

“Do you think they made chamber pots out of stones?” Pediment pondered.

Sediment protested. “I can’t imagine a pot of stones being ideal for anything.”

“Well, your mother and I did think about doing your training the old fashioned way, sort of like how her parents taught her and her sisters,” Mud explained. “But we decided that ‘bottomless training’ would come later on, once we were certain you had the right idea. So, which of you would like to be first to make an attempt and take that first step towards becoming a big pony?”

The twins blinked anew. “Why only one of us?”

Mud answered. “There simply isn’t enough room on the toilet seat for you both, and it’s not likely you will both need to go at the same time. It is impossible to make a toilet that can handle multiple ponies at once.”

“But, I don’t have to go,” Sediment commented while looking across to her brother. “I think Pediment should try first.”

Pediment shook his head. “No. It should be fillies first, like Mom always says. Sediment should go first.”

Seeing his children start to argue and debate about who should go first, Mud Briar let out a long sigh. He’d been dreading this and had hoped it was an outcome that would be avoidable. He was already thinking back in his mind about what he had reluctantly agreed to do if the twins’ training proved difficult.





“You want me to be a what?” Mud Briar blinked even as his tone of voice did not change. “Maud, you know I love you and our children very much. But you can’t possibly expect me to do such a thing.”

Maud Pie smiled at her husband. “We can take turns, but the twins look up to you more because you’re around more often.”

“That’s because technically you’re both doing field work and foalsitting our nephew,” Mud pointed out. “You’re one of the few ponies who understand him and not put off by his behavior.”

Maud nodded. “He’s going to be starting potty training soon, he told me that he’s really looking forward to it,” Then her smile faded. “I don’t think the Pie family method of training will work with the twins. And I don’t know how your family did it with you.”

Mud protested. “That’s because I don’t remember my own training and neither do I wish to ask what it was like. I have little desire to ‘pretend’ to do it again, even for the sake of this ‘potty pal’ idea.”

“It’s not like you’ll have to wear a diaper or anything,” Maud declared as a grin crossed her face. “I don’t think we could find one that would fit you. All you’d really have to do is demonstrate how to use the toilet, and then let the twins try it on their own time. We certainly didn’t go through all that trouble of building our own toilet just so the twins could not use it.”

The stallion stroked his mountain beard. “Do I really have to do it? If it’s your idea then you should be the one to be their ‘potty pal’ as it were. I’d sooner sleep on the couch than take up that role.”

“Only if the twins need an example,” Maud answered with a blink. “It’d just be our little secret. Besides, you made a good foal during the parenting classes we took,” She then trotted off. “Just think about it.”





Mud Briar returned to the present as the flashback ended, and he reluctantly realized he’d probably have to do it. He was gonna have to be a “potty pal” for Sediment and Pediment. “Well, since neither of you can agree, I shall go. You can learn from how I do it.” He told the twins as he trotted over.

Sediment and Pediment watched with interest.

“Notice how I position myself so my back is to the seat. You must ensure you face that way before you sit down. Sometimes it may take a while before you have to do anything, so be prepared to sit down for a while. I don’t really, but I’m going to sit here for a bit so you’ll understand,” Sitting down on the seat he instructed. “Make sure your tail is to one side and not in the bowl. I don’t think I need to tell you why.” Sediment and Pediment nodded their heads.

After several minutes Mud Briar got up and continued to instruct. “Once you get up, you just use some toilet paper to wipe yourself clean. Then you put it all in the toilet,” He grabbed a few roles and rubbed them between his flanks as a demonstration before dropping them into the bowl. He then motioned the twins to come closer to the toilet and they did so without protesting. “And now you flush, like this.” He used a hoof to grab the chain and pull it down.

Aware of a loud roar, Sediment and Pediment look down into the bowl to see a swirling whirlpool suck the used rolls of toilet paper down a hole. Then they saw the water return with the paper nowhere in sight, it was gone.

“After you’ve done all of that you simply wash your hooves,” Mud told the two as he went to do just that before adding. “And it's important to give ponies their privacy when they are in the bathroom. If you find the door closed, knock on it before you enter. Sediment, I noticed you doing a little potty dance while I was sitting on the toilet. So I want you to try it first. Pediment, you wait for your sister to finish. Okay?”

The twins reluctantly complied. “Okay, Father.”

Mud smiled as he finished washing his hooves. “Good. Now then, I shall be waiting for you two outside. I trust you both know what to do and what not to do. If you need any help, just call for me.” In his mind he began thinking. “I sincerely hope Maud doesn’t find out about this. I really don’t need her to keep trying to pressure me into doing silly things to get the twins to learn.”
> King of the Potty (Storm King)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dr. Whooves had hated to leave Twilight when the age regression pandemic was just starting to wear off (albeit at the expense of her having to care for the royal sisters as foals), but he was convinced he’d done his job and Twilight would be able to carry on just fine on her own. Besides, urgent matters related to the space time continuum were calling him away. And since his wife was in the care of somepony else he had to rely on a new partner to go along with him.

This partner looked just like Dr. Whooves if he were a mare and not a stallion, except she was a pegasus and had a pink tie around her neck. “My name’s Time Flies,” She told Dr. Whooves upon meeting him. “But you can call me Timey. Sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, I know you were just getting used to being a big pony again.”

“It’s alright,” Dr. Whooves sighed while looking at his pull-up that he still wore. “It was interesting to be a foal again, even just for a little while. At least it didn’t make me look weird when I could understand what foals were saying.”

Timey smiled. “Well that’s good to hear,” And she cooed. “Are you ready to head out, or do you need to go potty first? It’s going to be a long trip.”

The stallion blushed. “I’ll be fine. I’ve gotten really good at holding it. Besides, I went this morning.”

“Okay then,” Timey declared as she ushered her new travel partner into their time machine. “I’ll take the liberty of operating the controls, just in case there are any lingering mental effects from your regression.” And soon the two time travel ponies departed, headed for a time and place far removed from the one Dr. Whooves had settled into.

However, they hadn’t gotten very far on their travel through time and space when the two ponies became aware of a rather pressing concern. A warning light went off in the cockpit of their machine.

Timey looked at a display and frowned. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn this baby was all fueled up before I departed. How could we have run out of gas already? Oh well, we’ll just have to stop in the next timeline to refuel and make repairs.”





The timeline which the two time travelers landed in soon turned out to be a rather unusual one. They had ended up in some alternative version of Canterlot that resembled more of a nursery and daycare center than the capital city of Equestria. And a tall unicorn mare with a dark orchid coat and beautiful moderate opal eyes was occupying the central building that looked like a foal’s playcastle. She had an incredibly big horn and a moderate rose mane and tail styled all twisty and curly. She was wearing a bright pink nanny outfit as a strange, satyr creature rested in a foal pouch off to her left side. “Oh, hello!” She cooed in a sweet uppercrust tone of voice. “My name is Nanny Fizzlepop, short for Fizzlepop Berrytwist. But everyone usually calls me Nanny Fizzy. And this is my son, Storm King. Say hello my little Stormy.”

The satyr blushed, scrunching a thick blue diaper that spread his legs apart. He sheepishly waved a claw but said nothing.

Nanny Fizzlepop cooed. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy, little Stormy. We have some visitors. Mommy can handle this,” She set the child down on the soft, carpeted floor of the building after taking him out of the foal carrier and nuzzled him. “Why don’t you go play with the other kids for a while before nap time?”

The Storm King protested as he waddled towards the nanny unicorn. “Nu-uh, wanna stay with Mommy.”

Fizzlepop continued to smile as she picked her son up with her magic. “Oh, very well. This shouldn’t take very long. Besides, before nap time comes potty time and you know what that means.”

Storm King whimpered. “Don’t wanna go. Potty time no fun.” The mare ignored the comment as she turned to her guests.

 “What are your names, and what brings you to Sunshine Storms? I’m the head nanny for Equestria’s number one nursery and daycare center. In fact I’m often the only nanny in these parts.”

Timey cleared her throat. “Oh, sorry, should’ve introduced ourselves sooner. My name is…” She hesitated for a little bit before answering. “Er Sweet Bread, and this is my son: Choca Butter.”

“Hey, that’s not my-” Dr. Whooves protested before he was silenced by a hoof from Timey.

Timey went on explaining. “I heard good things about this place and just had to see it for myself,” Then she looked at the Storm King. “I must say, you’re quite lucky to have such an adorable little one.”

Nanny Fizzlepop blushed bright pink. “Well, he’s not really my son. I don’t know who his mommy and daddy actually are. Nopony’s ever seen them. But I just couldn’t leave a little one all alone in this big world, so I adopted him,” Regaining her composure she added. “He’ll actually be turning three in a couple of days,” Then she eyed Timey and Dr. Whooves. “How old is your son? He seems a little old to still be in pull-ups.”

Timey blushed in response while waving a hoof. “Yeah, I get that a lot. But he’s actually younger than he looks.” Her eyes then began to glow ever so faintly.





Dr. Whooves suddenly looked down at himself and saw that he had become a toddler all over again, though thankfully his pull-up hadn’t disappeared. “I’m really only four years old,” He told the nanny unicorn, blushing as he began inventing his cover story. “I just sometimes like to dress up like a big pony with my mommy’s help.”

Fizzlepop smiled anew. “That’s so sweet. But you shouldn’t be in a rush to grow up. You’re only young once, you know.”

“Unless you come from my timeline. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of names like Fizzlepop or Storm King before.” Dr. Whooves thought to himself.

“Well, I’m going to be staying here for a little while. I’m trying to find a suitable location to open my very own bakery,” Timey told Nanny Fizzlepop as she then picked up the little earth pony. “So, would it be okay if my son attended daycare here? I know he’s probably older than most of the little ones, but he’s very well behaved.”

Dr. Whooves seemed to know what Timey was implying. “She’s giving us cover while she works on fixing our fuel shortage problem,” And then he thought to himself. “Which means I’m going back to daycare, again!”

The nanny unicorn nodded. “We’ve always got room for another foal,” And she commented. “In fact, I think your son could help little Stormy here. I’ve been trying to potty train him for the better half of a year now, but he just doesn’t wanna commit to it. I think it would help if he had somepony in his age group to encourage him. Little ones learn best by example after all.”

The earth pony stallion turned toddler blushed and gulped. He’d already been a potty training instructor twice before in his timeline. He was really unsure of doing it again. But, sensing that it would attract suspicion if he refused he instead reluctantly agreed. “Fine, I show your son how to use potty. I'm really good at it.”

Fizzlepop cooed, smiled and patted her newest charge on the head with a hoof. “I’m sure you are, champ in the making. And I hope some of your ‘expertise’ will rub off on my son. He can’t stay in diapers for much longer, or he’s gonna start being bullied and teased over it and I don’t want that to happen.”

Timey, meanwhile, just winked. “You won’t have anything to worry about. If I’m being honest, the only reason I bother to keep Choca Butter in pull-ups is because I’m not ready to admit he’s fully potty trained yet. He hasn’t really had accidents for months now,” And she then departed while waving a hoof to her “son”. “Goodbye, my little Choca Butter. Be nice to Nanny Fizzy and do whatever she tells you to do, okay?”

Doctor Whooves nodded. “I will.” And he waved to Timey until she was out of sight.





“Alrighty, you two,” Nanny Fizzlepop declared as she looked at both Dr. Whooves and Storm King. “First I’m gonna introduce Choca Butter here to all the other foals, and then it’s potty time before nap time. No ifs, ands or buts, got it?”

Both of the little ones nodded their heads. “Yes, Nanny Fizzy.”

The nanny unicorn then lifted the two onto her back. “Alright then. And don’t be afraid to come and get me if you need something. After all, that’s what I’m here for,” She brought them to a large play area through a set of bright double doors.

After setting both Dr. Whooves and Storm King down on the ground in front of her, she gave a whistle and clapped her hooves together. “Everypony, we have a new friend joining our little community today. Please give a warm welcome to Choca Butter, he’s four years old and from out of town. His mommy’s planning to open her very own bakery.”

All sorts of foals crowded around the newcomer, which made Dr. Whooves blush and shrink. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this. “It’s a good thing my wife isn’t here to see this. She'd kill me for sure.” He thought to himself, especially as some of the little fillies started telling him how much they “liked” him.

Fortunately, another whistle and subsequent clapping of hooves from Fizzlepop got all the foals to stop paying attention to Dr. Whooves and instead turn to look at her. “Alright,” She declared in a very warm, maternal sounding voice. “Everypony, please line up for potty time. Those of you not yet in potty training, please form a separate line and wait for diaper inspections. The same goes for those of you who’ve had an accident. Everypony else, stand in the left line for the little colts room and the right line for the little fillies room.”

Dr. Whooves and Storm King got into the left line, waiting their turn to enter the bathroom for potty time. But Storm King was rather hesitant about the whole thing. “Don’t wanna go in there!” He complained to his new friend. “Don’t like potty time!”

“Don’t you wanna be a big pony… or whatever you are?” Dr. Whooves questioned, keeping an eye on the line that was slowly shrinking as other colts got to the front and were either diverted to the changing line or being escorted to one of the stalls.

The little satyr whimpered. “The first time I go in there, I see something big and smelly and it makes scary noises! I think it a monster that wants to eat me!”

“Potty is not a monster,” Dr. Whooves frowned. “It nothing to be scared of. After all, I use it all the time. And now I gonna show ya how to use it too!”

Storm King was anything but convinced by that statement. Yet he knew he couldn’t make a run for it, his mom wouldn’t let him. All he could do was wait as the line to the colt's bathroom got shorter and shorter, and as he got closer to the door he could hear all sorts of strange sounds that filled his little heart with dread.

At least, both the Storm King and Dr. Whooves had reached the front of the line for the colt's bathroom. Nanny Fizzlepop was there, smiling as she led them off to the left hoof side after inspecting them and finding them dry. “Okay, little ones. Just pick any of the open stalls, and make sure you pull down your diapers and pull-ups. If you need any help, wait for me,” And she then departed, though not without warning. “Remember, only one of you may occupy a stall.”





Dr. Whooves waddled along with the Storm King by his side, settling on an open stall all the way at the end of the room. “Go ahead,” He encouraged his friend. “Ya go first. I don’t have to go that badly.”

The little satyr took a few small steps into the stall. But immediately upon locking eyes with his destination, he froze. The toilet was even bigger than he imagined, even with that special seat that had been fixed in. It looked like it was staring him down with that big bowl shape, just waiting for the chance to strike. “Don’t wanna!” He protested and ran out of the stall, promptly shoving the little earth pony into the stall in his place. “Take him instead!”

The colt rolled his eyes. “Fine, I go. And when I do you see there nothing to be afraid of, then you gotta try it too,” He told his friend. “Just do what I do.” He fiddled about with his pull-up, eventually managing to get it to slide down to his legs. With the help of a small stool that had been placed near the toilet, the little earth pony scrambled up onto the foal seat and sat down, his legs dangling over the sides of the bowl in a delicate balancing act. All the while the Storm King watched with worry.

Dr. Whooves sighed as he started to relax and as soon as he felt his tail hike upward, he began to tinkle, followed by a series of plops and splashes. “See, it that easy!” He boasted once he was done. “If I can do it, you can do it! Just wait for me to wipe,” He carefully reached over to retrieve some toilet paper to wipe his flanks, depositing the used rolls into the bowl. “And now I flush!” He declared, reaching a hoof over to the other side of the toilet to grasp the silver handle and push it down.

The Storm King became aware of a roar as the flush began! “Watch out!” He cried! “You gotta get down right now!” 

Dr. Whooves was startled by the shout, and he lost his balance and tumbled backward into the fast draining toilet bowl! It was a struggle to keep his head above the water, since his pull-up was fast filling up with toilet water and dragging him down!





Fortunately, at that very moment Nanny Fizzlepop was on the scene! She quickly fished Dr. Whooves out with her magic and quick as a flash she scrubbed him clean and put him in a fresh pull-up. “You little ones should’ve come and gotten me. That stall was meant for much bigger ponies than either of you,” She scolded. “It’s a good thing I came back to check up on you when I did. Just imagine what could’ve happened had I not been there.”

Storm King blushed and hung his head in shame. “Sorry, Nanny Fizzy.”

Dr. Whooves nodded his head. “Yeah, I  showing him how to use the big potty and prove to him that it isn’t a monster. But flush scare him. He try to warn me, and that when I slip and fall in.”

The nanny unicorn’s stern attitude didn’t last long, she quickly reverted back to that sweet and caring persona that so defined her. “It’s alright, accidents like this do sometimes happen.” Then she led her son to another stall, this one housing the same toilet, except this one wasn’t as tall.

This gave Dr. Whooves a clever idea. “Maybe you should label all stalls accordingly,” He suggested to the mare. “That way, there won’t be a simmer accident.”

 “You know, that’s a great idea,” Nanny Fizzlepop agreed before looking at the colt sized toilet. Then she cooed to the little satyr. “Yes, I think you’ll like this a lot better. You can use potties like these from now on, okay Stormy?”

Storm King nodded as he was stripped of his diaper. “Yes, Nanny Fizzy.” Then he was scooped up by his mom’s magic and was carefully placed onto the seat of the colt sized toilet. If his new friend claimed that the potty isn’t a monster, then he had to find out for himself. “I must be brave and try for mommy and Choca Butter.” He thought to himself.

“You can do it, stormy!” Dr. Whooves encouraged. “Just relax and let it all out!”

Storm King did just that, and before he knew it he began to tinkle. When he finally stopped he heard what sounded like splashing water. “I… I did it!” He cheered as the familiar smell reached his nose.

Nanny Fizzlepop clapped her hooves. “I’m very proud of you, my little Stormy.” She cooed, using her magic to pull a couple rolls of toilet paper from the nearby rack and used then to clean her son up.

And now I flush, right?” Storm King asked after the used rolls were tossed into the toilet.

“That’s right, my little Stormy.” Nanny Fizzlepop declared, picking up her son with magic.

Dr. Whooves nodded and pointed a hoof at the silver handle. “I know flush is going to be loud, but it not scary,” He told the little satyr. “It really quite cool. It like a magic trick. Just pull the handle and watch.”

Storm King was still a little nervous about hearing that loud noise again, but the thought of seeing a magic trick gave him the courage to see what that trick was. Once he was close enough to the silver handle, he reached out and pressed it down.

The colt sized toilet let out a loud roar, but what the Storm King saw next made him gasp. The water in the bowl was spinning rapidly around, creating what appeared to be a water tornado which pulled everything floating in it, and it was all sucked down through a hole at the bottom with the swirling water following seconds later. It disappeared briefly before suddenly coming back, being crystal clear as it started to refill the bowl.

“Wow! It is like a magic trick!” The little satyr admitted to Dr.Whooves. “But roar still scares me a bit.”

The little earth pony just smiled. “Don’t worry,” He said. “You get used to it.”

“And I’ll be just outside the door anytime you need help.” Nanny Fizzlepop added with a warm smile on her face. That made the little satyr feel much better.
> Crazy Coral (Coral Currents)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ever since she had started her “bottomless training” a few months back, Coral Currents had started to find that there were certain advantages to not having a diaper on, namely the freedom that was afforded to her alongside new undergarments in the form of what were called pull-ups.

Of course, there was one big drawback to all of this and that involved the fact that Coral was frequently made to take breaks to go to the bathroom. Standing over the object that was called a toilet, the little filly’s freedom would disappear frequently as she was forced to just stand there until somepony gave her permission to move.

Coral did enjoy what always seemed to come after she was allowed to move again, pressing that brightly colored pedal to trigger something called a flush that made everything go away. It was like she was a unicorn performing magic spells. And she got a ton of praise from her family for being a “big pony” even though she didn’t feel any taller.

Naturally, Coral became quite curious about many of these new developments. And nothing fascinated her more than the flush. She didn’t know how it worked exactly but it seemed like it could make anything disappear as long as it was placed in the toilet. And her family was always saying she probably didn’t need their help to use the toilet. So the young earth pony decided to truly set herself free. If she didn’t even have a pull-up on she could go wherever she wanted, or so she thought.

So it was that the little filly waddled her way to the bathroom one day and soon approached the toilet. She didn’t have to go yet (she was getting good at telling when “potty time” was) but that was okay, she was still going to “use” the toilet. Once she was certain she was in the right place and facing the right way, Coral accidentally on purpose caused her pull-up to slip off her and into the toilet. Giggling, she stepped onto the flush pedal and then trotted off as she was convinced the toilet would take away her pull-up. She was finally free!

Now fully bottomless, Coral felt she could go wherever she wanted! And she put her new found freedom to great use, darting all about the house without a care in the world. If not for the doors being locked she might have even run outside to play and see if she could “fertilize the soil” as she’d once heard her dad mention. No wonder big ponies could do more, they had more freedom and didn’t have to wear anything or be forced to stop to go to the bathroom.





The little earth pony kept giggling while trotting all about, having the time of her life being truly bottomless. In fact, she was having so much fun that she didn’t pay attention to what her body was telling her. By the time she realized this it was too late, a puddle was forming on the floor beneath her. “Oopsie.” She blushed, that was definitely not a big pony thing to do. She’d have to find a way to clean that up later, somehow. Maybe with one of her spare diapers she never wore anymore.

Suddenly, Coral’s older brother Sandbar appeared, gasping in surprise! “Coral, what are you doing?” He asked.

“Big brother!” Coral declared as she tried to run away. “I go bottomless. Wanna be a big pony.”

Fortunately, the earth pony colt was able to catch up to Coral with ease. He’d gotten used to chasing after her a lot. “That’s very nice of you, Coral. But being a big pony is a big responsibility, it takes time,” He told his little sister. “I didn’t fully graduate from pull-ups until I almost started kindergarten,” And then he looked down and frowned. “Just look at the mess you made on the floor. Mom’s not gonna like that.”

“I sorry. I no mean to make a mess.” Coral whimpered as she was picked up by her tail.

Sandbar sighed and gently patted his little sister on the head. “It’s okay, I know you just wanted to have fun. But you gotta understand that potty training isn’t all fun and games. You have to take it seriously if you don’t wanna lose your big pony privileges. You can’t just go running around with nothing on.”

“Am I in trouble?” Coral nervously asked as her big brother began to carry her back to her nursery.

“Depends on how upset Mom is when she finds out what you did,” Sandbar replied. “I’ll try to put in a good word for you though and tell her you just wanted to play. Hopefully she’ll understand.”





However, as Sandbar was about to head to Coral’s nursery he noticed something. Near the bathroom door it looked like water was seeping out. And it sounded like there was something wrong with the toilet! He rushed over to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and found himself stepping in water from an overflowing toilet that had flooded the entire bathroom floor. “What happened here?” He gasped in horror as he nearly slipped on the wet floor. “Coral, what did you do? Did you have trouble in the bathroom? You should’ve come and gotten Mom and Dad, or me! Oh, this is such a mess!”

Coral could only whimper, afraid of how her big brother would react when he found out the truth.

And it wasn’t long before Sandbar happened to spot a now completely soaked pull-up floating right above the drain. It was easy to tell who it belonged to considering there was only one pony in the entire household who currently wore pull-ups.

“Coral!” Sandbar shouted at the top of his lungs as his eyes began to narrow! “I don’t believe it! You actually tried to flush your pull-up? What were you thinking? I think you broke the toilet!”

Whimpering, Coral wished more than anything she could make herself disappear right now.
> How To Train Your Idols (The Wonderbolts)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been been almost two years since a flight incident caused Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot to turn into little foals. They were adopted by Rainbow Dash who enjoyed having fun playing with them. She even discovered that they still had their old personalities.

Fleetfoot was still the funniest (even though it wasn’t quite to the same level as Pinkie Pie). Spitfire was still tough and also the bravest. And while Soarin was still obsessed with apple pie, he was also the most curious.

However, Rainbow Dash couldn’t hang out with her friends or her biggest fan Scootaloo as much. There were also some things that she didn’t enjoy doing when it came to taking care of her idols. She could manage most of them fine, but the one thing she hated the most was diaper changes.

When Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot turned three years old, the cyan coated pegasus decided that it was time for potty training. But there was one serious problem: She didn't remember much about her own potty training.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Rainbow Dash’s head. "Pinkie Pie mentions that it took teamwork to help potty train the Cake twins,” She thought to herself, recalling some of the advice she had gotten from a couple of her friends, and that made her come up with a plan. “And Applejack said that some ponies learn from other foals that had done it. But who can I ask?”

After checking up on the foal sized Wonderbolts one day, Rainbow Dash heard a knock on her front door. Upon answering it, she was greeted by her biggest fan. “Hi, Scootaloo!” She called. 

“Hey, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo said as her idol led her inside. “How are Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot doing?”

“They're doing awesome!” The speedstar mare answered. “And now that they are three years old, I think it’s time to teach them how to become big ponies. I’m so tired of having to change their diapers all the time and they can’t stay in them forever. I want to make their potty training totally awesome, but I don’t remember much about my potty training. But I bet that an awesome filly like you knows how it feels to become a big pony! So, what do you say? You wanna help me out here?”

“You bet!” The orange coated pegasus filly declared.

“I knew I could count on you, squirt!” Rainbow Dash cheered. “So, do you have any potty training advice for me?”

“Well, I know that it sometimes takes awhile to use the toilet,” Scootaloo answered. “So maybe you should bring a book along so you can read to them. That should make time fly much faster!”

“Great idea, Scoots!” The speedstar mare boosted before grabbing one of her Daring Do books from the nearby bookcase.

“And if I remember right,” Scootaloo added. “Pinkie Pie once told me that when the Cake twins began their potty training, they thought that the toilet was a monster. So she had to show them that it wasn’t.”

“Oh, yeah!” Rainbow Dash gasped. “Pinkie Pie also told me about that too. So once we tell them the news, how about showing them what the toilet looks like and what it is for? And if they get curious, we can even show them how it works.”

“Sounds good enough for me.” Scootaloo agreed as the two went into the nursery.

The trio of foal sized Wonderbolts had just woken up from their nap when Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo come in.

The cyan coated pegasus took a deep breath and started to speak. “Okay, my totally awesome Wonderbolts, it’s time for another lesson, your most important one yet.”

“That’s right!” Scootaloo declared. “This one is something that everypony around your age needs to learn. So if you three will just follow us, we’ll explain what you will need to do.”

Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot were quite confused as they followed Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo without even protesting.





It wasn’t long before the group of five pegasus ponies were inside the bathroom.

Before they even knew it, Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot found themselves standing in front of a tall, light blue colored object. It kinda looked like a chair. However, they saw that the bottom part of it appeared to be anchored to the floor and was shaped like a bowl. The upper part had a wide looking tank with a gold, lightning bolt shaped handle on the upper left side. Also, the seat and lid were both made out of soft, fluffy clouds.

“This is the big pony potty,” Rainbow Dash told the three foals. “Or the toilet as I like to call it since it sounds much cooler.”

“Big pony potty?” Fleetfoot blinked.

“Yup!” Scootaloo nodded. “This is what big ponies like me use instead of diapers. And we’re going to teach you about it and why using it is so awesome!”  

“Right you are, Scoots!” Rainbow Dash agreed. “Starting today, you three are going to begin your potty training. So for now on, if any of you need to go, just let me know and I’ll bring you here. Then I’ll help you use the big pony potty. Got it?”

The trio of foal sized Wonderbolts nodded their heads slowly as they eyed the porcelain throne in all of its glory.

Then Soarin’s eyes happened to spot the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “What does that cool looking thing do?” He asked and pointed a hoof at it.

“When you pull down the handle, the big pony potty will empty and clean itself,” Scootaloo explained. “Also, whatever's in it will go away. This is called a flush. It’s really cool! When I was in potty training, flushing was my favorite part!”

The speedstar pegasus mare smiled. “That was my favorite part too!” She admitted as one of the very few potty training memories came into her mind. Deciding to give a demonstration, she picked her idols and brought them level with the bowl.

Looking down into the toilet, the trio of foal sized Wonderbolts discovered that the bowl was filled with smooth, crystal clear water. There was also a round hole at the very bottom.

“Watch and learn.” Rainbow Dash said as she placed a hoof on the gold lightning bolt shaped handle and pressed it down.

FWOOSH!

Suddenly the toilet let out a mighty loud roar! “Woah!” Fleetfoot, Spitfire and Soarin gasped as they saw the water in the bowl rise as it started to spin around and around. It spun faster and faster until it became a powerful, dizzying whirlpool. They watched the water swirl down the hole and disappear. Seconds later, it came back as if nothing happened. “Ohhhh!” They cried in amazement and then cheered with excitement as the toilet refilled itself.

“Totally awesome, isn’t it?” Rainbow Dash asked the three foals who nodded as she placed them onto the tank.





Knowing that the moment of truth had arrived, Rainbow Dash took a deep breath. “Soarin, since your the one who asked how the big pony potty works, do you want to try using it first?” She then asked the pie loving colt colt.

“Yeah!” Soarin declared as his diaper was removed. However, once he was placed onto the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat, there was trouble! As he tried to position his rump over the bowl, he suddenly began to lose his balance! In a desperate attempt to stop himself from falling, the colt tried to grab hold of something. Unfortunately, the only thing that his hooves could grab was the gold lightning bolt shaped handle, and he ended up pulling it down!

The loud flush startled Soarin so much that he lost his grip and fell into the toilet! Spitfire and Fleetfoot gasped as they saw the colt splashed into the bowl and started to spin around with the water!

“Oh, no! Soarin!” Rainbow Dash cried as both she and Scootaloo rushed to the toilet. But before Rainbow Dash could pull the apple pie loving pegasus pony out, seconds, Soarin was sucked tail first down through the hole! Then the water swirled down the drain and disappeared before returning without any signs of colt.

The brash speedstar mare facehoof herself as the toilet refilled itself. “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.” She groaned.

“Um, Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo suddenly called out after noticing something. “I think the toilet is clogging up.”

“WHAT?” The cyan pegasus gasped before looking down into the toilet and saw that the water was way past it’s normal level and was about to spill out of the bowl. This could only mean one thing: Soarin was stuck in the pipes!

Reacting quickly, Rainbow Dash grabbed a plunger and plunged the toilet with all her might until Soarin popped out of the drain and was pulled out of the bowl.

“Soarin, you okay?” Scootaloo asked the soaking wet colt who nodded slowly in response as he watched the water inside the toilet swirl down the drain and disappear.

“Me no mean to get flushed.” Soarin whimpered to the cyan speedstar pegasus.

Rainbow Dash sighed. “I know you didn’t. But now I’ll have to give you a bath once we're finished,” After placing Soarin into the bathtub, she turned to Spitfire and Fleetfoot. “Okay you two,” She told them. “Who wants to try using the big pony potty?”

Spitfire reluctantly raised her hoof up. She was always the bravest of the trio. After her diaper was removed, she flew up and landed on the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat. After carefully positioning her rump over the bowl, she sat down and started to relax as her hind legs dangled over the edge. As soon as her tail hiked upward, a steady tinkling sound and splashing water could be heard.

Scootaloo and Fleetfoot clapped their hooves as Rainbow Dash pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll to clean the filly’s rump before tossing it into the toilet. After Spitfire had her diaper back on her rump, she flew up to the gold lightning bolt shaped handle and grabbed it with her front hooves. It was a lot harder than she thought, but she managed to pull it down.

The toilet roared loudly, and everything in the bowl was flushed down the drain and disappeared.

As Scootaloo helped Spitfire wash her hooves, Rainbow Dash turned to Fleetfoot. “All right, Fleetfoot. It’s your turn.” She told the white maned pegasus filly.

Fleetfoot nodded as her padding was pulled down and she was placed onto the toilet. Upon sitting down on the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat, she closed her eyes as she felt her tail hiked upward and before she knew it, she had finished her business.

“Way to go, Fleetfoot!” Rainbow Dash cheered as she cleaned the white maned pegasus filly who smiled back. 

Once her diaper was back on, Fleetfoot flew up onto the tank and pushed the gold lightning bolt shaped handle with a hoof. Then she watched as the toilet flushed everything away again.

After helping Fleetfoot wash her hooves, Rainbow Dash turned to her biggest fan. “Hey, Scoots, why don’t you go play with Spitfire and Fleetfoot?” She asked. “I need to give Soarin a bath.”

“Okay!” Scootaloo declared and turned to the two fillies. “Come on you two, let’s find something fun to do!”

Spitfire and Fleetfoot nodded and they followed Scootaloo out of the bathroom.





After Rainbow Dash closed the bathroom door, she turned her attention to Soarin. “Okay, Soarin,” She told him while picking him up. “I want you to try going potty first. I really don't want you to have an accident on the floor or in my bathtub.”

“But what if I fall in again and get flushed again?” Soarin gulped as he was placed onto the toilet.

“Don’t worry!” Rainbow Dash encouraged as she carefully processed the apple pie loving colt’s rump over the bowl. “As long as you are careful, you won’t get flushed again. Now just sit down, relax and let it all out.”

“Okay.” Soarin sighed and sat down on the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat, and tried to make himself comfortable as his hind legs dangled over the edge. Within seconds, he felt his tail hike upward. Soon, both heard a steady tinkling sound and splashing water. He then looked down into the bowl and gasped. “I did it!” He happily cried.

“Awesome job, Soarin!” Rainbow Dash cheered as she pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll and used it to clean Soarin’s rump before tossing it into the toilet. Then she lifted the proud colt off the toilet seat and brought him to the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “Now you get to flush it!” She declared.

With a huge smile on his face, Soarin placed a hoof on the handle and pressed it down. As the toilet began to flush once again, Soarin couldn’t help wondering how strange it was going to be once he, Spitfire and Fleetfoot were free from diapers. He then watched everything in the bowl get sucked down the drain and disappeared.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but smile as she prepared to give Soarin a awesome bubble bath. “Potty training my idols isn’t going to be easy,” She thought to herself. “But it will be totally worth it.”
> Brothers and Chaos (Lord Tirek)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tirek grumbled and tried his best not to look like he was upset or jealous (even though he was). Yet again, his younger brother Scorpan was proudly showing off and being showered with praise. This was because he was in “potty training”. Granted, Tirek was too, but he was nowhere near as close or as far as long as Scorpan was. Scorpan had gotten to the point where he didn’t need to wear these things called “pull-ups” while Tirek was still in diapers.

It’s not like Tirek made no effort at all to try and master “potty training”. He really did want to make his parents proud, particularly his father who it seemed he couldn’t impress no matter what he tried. But for the young centaur and potential heir to the throne, the training often meant spending a lot of time in a cold, dark and lonely part of the castle with only a strange thing called a chamber pot for company. Simply using it was a hassle, to say nothing of the fact that it required a servant to be around afterward to empty it out.

All of that seemed like a lot of effort to the little one, not helped by the fact that he couldn’t really focus on “the magics” that flowed through his body that were supposed to tell him when he had to go. Often, when he thought he had to go he really didn’t, and when he didn’t think he had to go he often did. And everytime he failed, his father would scold him severely and punish him by sending him to his room. 

“You’re getting too old to still be having accidents, Tirek.” King Vorak always lectured even though his wife felt he was being too hard on their oldest son. He was simply using the methods he recalled working for him when he was Tirek’s age. He couldn’t understand why they didn’t seem to be working.

So it was that the king grew increasingly frustrated with his eldest son, and soon turned his attention towards one that seemed more receptive of his lessons: Scorpan. “Why can’t you be more like Scorpan, Tirek?” King Vorak was always heard to say. “He has no trouble with potty time, unlike you.”

“I’m trying, Father!” Tirek always whined in protest. “It’s not my fault if my body doesn’t want to cooperate and keeps picking inopportune times to make me go.”

“At this rate, you’ll never graduate from diapers! You’ll be a mockery and an embarrassment of the entire kingdom,” King Vorak eventually declared. “I’ve grown tired of having to clean up after your accidents, and so have the hired help. At this rate, I don’t know who else to turn or what else to consider to get you to be more like your brother.”

Scorpan insisted. “It’s really not that hard once you get the hang of it, Tirek. I can teach you.”

But the young centaur only snorted. “I don’t need help from the favorite son, Scorpan. Ever since you were born you’ve gotten everything you ever wanted!”

“That’s not true!” Scorpan protested, but his older brother was in such a state of mind that such insistence didn’t matter.





“Hey, King Vorak!” Discord greeted one day, arriving as usual for his court summons. “Always good to see you again, old pal. It’s nice to get away from Equestria every now and then, especially when those ponies keep trying to ruin my fun by rising up against me. I’m growing bored of their constant rebelling and complaining. You’re so lucky not to have to put up with that.”

King Vorak only sighed, distracted by other things. “Whatever.” He replied in an unconcerned tone of voice.

The chaos maker quickly took notice of Vorak’s attitude and couldn’t help but chime in. “Oh, what’s the matter, buddy? What’s got you all down in the dumps? Come on, let’s put a smile on that face!” He opted to briefly paint a smile on the king’s face, only for it to fade quite quickly.

King Vorak reluctantly decided to explain. “If you must know, Discord, it’s my oldest son. Tirek continues to baffle me with the amount of difficulty and resistance he displays towards just about everything. I only wish he were more well behaved like his younger brother is.”

“Oh, has he still been having trouble with that ‘potty training’ stuff?” The witty spirit inquired. “Back in Equestria, from what I understand, most little ones his age are supposed to have mastered it.”

“It would seem Tirek is intent on being either a late bloomer or a rebel in that regard,” The king grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest. “I’m just about ready to give up on training him all together.”

But Discord had another idea as a lightbulb literally went off above his head. “Or, why don’t you let me take a crack at getting the little tyke at least motivated to do a better job? I’m not what you’d call an expert, but I have picked up a thing or two from the ponies just from spying on them.”

“By all means then, knock yourself out,” King Vorak quickly agreed. “Just don’t come whining to me if it doesn’t work out.”

“Splendid!” Discord proudly declared! “You won’t regret this, Vorak. I promise.”

Walking away, the old centaur could only mutter to himself. “I sincerely hope not.”





Discord made good use of his newfound freedom to quickly “begin” the training. He popped into Tirek’s room unannounced and teleported both himself and the little centaur into the room where the chamber pots were usually kept (and emptied out).

Tirek was, needless to say, anything but pleased. “Why do I have to come here?” He grumbled, looking up at the strange creature that had brought him here.

“Now now,” Discord lightly scolded while wagging a finger on his paw. “Is that any way to talk to or treat your Uncle Discord? The same Uncle Discord who happily serves on your father’s court at his behest, I might add?”

The little centaur only grumbled. “Let me guess, you gonna try to make me potty train.”

Discord nodded. “You are correct, Tirek! But fear not, for luck is on your side,” He then explained. “I know you probably don’t care much for those old fashioned chamber pots. But what if I told you, there was a better method out there? Something far more suitable to one your age?”

Tirek looked up at the strange creature, intrigued ever so slightly. “What is it?” He asked.

The chaos maker just replied. “Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?!” He promptly snapped his talons, teleporting in a strange (and foreign to Tirek) object!

Tirek took one look at the new object, and gulped hard. It was way bigger than any chamber pot he’d ever seen. It was an almost otherworldly white in color, looking like someone had fused a bowl with a chair. It had some kind of seat and lid, and off to its right side rested some kind of silver colored object that looked like it was to be pushed down.

“What is that thing?” The young centaur asked. “It looks like a chamber pot, but not an actual pot.”

“That’s because it’s not a pot. This is the big potty,” Discord explained. “It’s actually still in development, but some ponies are trying to use it. It actually works like a chamber pot, except it can empty itself!”

“Really?” Tirek blinked as the lord of chaos went over to the object.

Discord nodded. “To do that, you just pull the handle down like this!” He grabbed the mentioned object and pressed it down.

Immediately, Tirek became stricken with fright from the sudden loud noise and ran and hid behind Discord! “Monster!” He screamed once the noise faded away!

“What?” Discord  in disbelief, before realizing his mistake. “Oopsie doopsie, silly old me. That’s far too advanced for someone your age. Now, maybe for your brother who seems to have no trouble with chamber pots, it might be just up his alley.  But I think we’ll try something a bit more ‘child friendly’.” 

Tirek blinked in confusion as the lord of chaos promptly snapped his talons and made the huge object disappear, replacing it with a smaller, plastic bowl of some kind.

“This is a training potty,” Discord told the young centaur. “And seeing as you're training yourself, it only seems natural to let you have it,” He then gently nudged the young centaur towards it. “Go ahead, give it a try. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I very well can’t have your father blaming me for anything.”

And so, reluctantly, Tirek waddled over to the training potty. He remembered from what training he had undergone prior to this point that he had to take off his diaper before using it. That was a task made easier by Discord’s magic more or less doing it for him. Sitting down on the potty was strangely more comfortable than sitting on a chamber pot. The plastic felt so soft and so warm.

“Attaboy, Tirek!” Discord suddenly cheered! “See how easy it can be when you have the right stuff?”

To his surprise, the young centaur found that he’d already gone and tinkled without really noticing it. It had happened so fast! And yet, in all his years he’d never felt as proud as he did now! For the first time since he couldn’t remember when, he’d actually gone to the bathroom like he was supposed to when he was supposed to! And to think, all it had taken was someone other than his father or his brother.

Boy would they be surprised!
> The Queen's New Throne (Queen Chrysalis)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Queen Chrysalis hadn’t known what to expect when she remained stuck as a baby and was more or less adopted by the very ponies she’d tried to defeat: Shining Armor and Princess Cadence. On the one hoof, it actually worked out well for her since she got access to all the love she could ever desire without having to “pretend” to be a nicey nice do gooder like Cadence. But on the other hoof, she was stuck in a body that made her look cute and rendered her powerless over so many other things.

The former queen of the changelings had now been reduced to a diaper wearing infant, and she hated it. She wanted nothing more than to regain at least some of the respect she’d once been able to get on command. But she didn’t know how to do that. Despite her best efforts, ponies wouldn’t take her seriously whenever she tried to say or do anything that she used to do. And the few things that she could do usually required help from a grown-up, particular the ponies who’d adopted her.

So it was that Chrysalis was spending yet another day in her little playpen within a nursery in the royal suite that her adopted “parents” currently lived. She grumbled, looking down at herself and the thick padding between her legs. True, she was technically in potty training (something she had previously never quite understood), but she was having a hard time with it if her potty chart was any indication. And it was in a place high up on the wall where she had trouble seeing it.

“Stupid chart! Stupid curse! Stupid everything!” The regressed queen thought to herself. “What do I have to do to get some respect around here? I may be stuck in the body of a foal, but I am NOT a helpless foal! But how do I make the ponies see that, especially that pesky Princess Cadence?”

At that moment, the door to Chrysalis’ nursery was pushed open as she saw her “adopted” big brother Bright Wing come bouncing in, happily showing off those pull-ups he was always so proud of.

Accompanying the toddler was Princess Cadence, who had a brighter than normal smile upon her face. “You’re getting to be such a big boy, Bright Wing,” She told the regressed royal guard. “Wait until I tell your daddy that you managed to do a poo-poo in the big potty all by yourself.”

“Ya hewped me a wittwe.” Bright Wing replied as he looked up at Cadence.

“But you were the one who came to get me because you thought you had to go, and that’s what potty training is all about,” The princess of love explained, before turning her attention to the other little one in the room. “Now just stay here while I check on your sister.”

Bright Wing gave a salute. “Otay, I be good.”

Cadence took that as a sign to proceed over to Chrysalis, using her magic to gently scoop the changeling up and give her the customary diaper inspection that was warranted at this time. “Nope, still dry.” She commented once the inspection was complete.

Chrysalis grumbled. “I onwy sometimes have accidents at night. Ya dun have to check me aww ta time!”

“Oh, but how else am I supposed to know if you need a change? Trust me, you wouldn’t wanna to get a diaper rash. Those really hurt,” Princess Cadence replied, before setting the toddler down on the floor of the nursery. “Now, I have some important things I need to take care of, and since Daddy’s out shopping that means I’m putting Bright Wing in charge. I don’t think I’ll be gone long, but you both have to promise me you’ll stay out of trouble. And if you need anything, you come get me.”

Bright Wing nodded and vowed. “Ya can count on me, Mommy. I gonna be the bestest big bwother evew! I pwotect hew wike a woyaw guawd shouwd!”

Princess Cadence smiled. “I’m sure you will, but remember what I said,” She then bent down, kissing both foals. “I’ll be down the hall at the other end if you need me.” And with that she departed the nursery, closing the door behind her with her magic.





Chrysalis promptly sat down on the floor, crossing her legs in a pout as she snorted and turned her head. “She no fun at aww! I dun need pwotection!”

Bright Wing just trotted over to his little sister, nuzzling her in the side. “Hey, ya dun have to be a poopy head aww ta time. Mommy and Daddy awe woads of fun and ya know it!”

The former queen only snorted. “Whatevew. I sick and tiwed of being wittwe. I used to be a queen! I used to have wespect! I wish thewe was a way I couwd make evewypony stop tweating me wike I dun know anyting, ten I wouwdn’t have to put up with stuff wike tis.”

Bright Wing only replied. “Weww, ya gotta stop be mean and doing mean tings. Tat what got you in twoubwe in ta fiwst pwace.”

“I not being mean!” Chrysalis protested. “I just wan Mommy, Daddy and aww the gwown-ups to stop wooking down on me. I wan tem to wespect me wike the queen I was!”

It was then that the little colt got an idea. He wasn’t sure how much “respect” it would really bring to the former queen, but at least it would be something to cheer her up. “Hey, I tink I know how I can hewp ya out,” He spoke up as he then gestured to the pull-up he proudly wore. “I can hewp ya with potty twaining.”

The only response from the regressed changeling was a humph and a snort. “I dun need ya hewp. I awweady in twaining. Just wook at my chawt.”

But the little royal guard to be just explained to his little sister. “I mean, I can hewp ya get into puww-ups.”

At that Chrysalis’ ears perked up. “Ya can?!”

Bright Wing happily nodded as he declared. “If I hewp ya use ta big potty wike I do, ten maybe Mommy and Daddy wiww put ya in puww-ups wike tey did fow me once I stawted using ta big potty.”

However, Chrysalis shuddered ever so slightly. In her mind she of course knew that the big potty (or the toilet as it was actually called) wasn’t anything special or anything to be afraid of. But in her current state its size intimidated her whenever she saw it (her having a nightmare where Shining Armor had flushed her down one of the castle’s bathrooms after the wedding certainly didn’t help). “Ya weawwy suwe tat’s a good idea?” She nervously inquired. “Awen’t we supposed to get Mommy ow Daddy to hewp us?”

The little colt shook his head. “Nu-uh. I used it enough time to know wha to do. Besides, Mommy’s too busy and Daddy’s not hewe,” Then he added. “Besides, ya wanna be a big pony wike me, wight?”

“I not a pony, but I do wanna be mowe wespected wike you,” The little changeling replied, and so she reluctantly agreed. “I guess we can twy, at weast.”

“Otay,” Bright Wing nodded again as he helped his little sister to stand up. “Come on, wet’s get going. Ya haven’t gone potty in a whiwe, so ya pwobabwy have to go now. Tat’s how it wowks. Just fowwow me and do as I say. Ya see, is easy once ya know wha to do.”





The two foals exited the nursery, Bright Wing flying up with a good deal of effort to reach the door knob and turn it. Fortunately, the bathroom wasn’t too far from the nursery. In fact, it was just across the hall. And by a stroke of good fortune the door was left slightly ajar.

They pushed the door open all the way and the two foals made their way into the bathroom proper. There was just enough natural light to be able to see everything in it. And that included the very object that was the reason for this visit, the big potty a.k.a the toilet.

Chrysalis gazed up at the porcelain contraption and once again she shuddered. It really did resemble a throne now that she thought about it more in depth. A weird throne in the shape of a bowl but a throne none the less, and she only kind of knew how it worked.

Bright Wing was anything but intimidated, he’d been using the almighty porcelain throne so much that at this point it was almost second nature to him and a thing he thought little of. He just flew up, putting his hooves underneath the lid as he flapped his wings with all his might. After a great deal of straining, he managed to force it up all the way. A loud slam noise echoed through the bathroom as the lid hit the tank.

“How I supposed to get up thewe?” Chrysalis pondered as she saw Bright Wing fly back down, showing signs of exhaustion from his efforts.

“Ya couwd fwy wike I do,” Bright Wing suggested. “Ya have wings too.”

The little changeling blushed, realizing that she’d forgotten all about her wings up to this point. “Oh, wight.” And she had a pretty good idea of what she needed to do from what she was already used to doing with a training potty. She just needed to get up on the seat, and then the rest was up to nature. But it felt like she was forgetting something. Well, whatever it was it was probably not important or she would’ve remembered it already.

Chrysalis looked up at the toilet and then looked down to Bright Wing. “Otay, here I go!” She declared, suddenly feeling rather emboldened! She buzzed her tiny wings, working them as hard as she could to lift herself into the air. She couldn’t really get that high, but that was okay. As long as she could get up to be level with the toilet seat she would be fine.

But the little colt noticed something that his little sister had forgotten. It was something so obvious he wondered how she could’ve possibly overlooked it. “Hey, ya fowgot to take off ya diapee!” He shouted a reminder to her.

Looking down at herself, Chrysalis could see that her big brother was right. How could she have forgotten that important step? Well, those were thoughts for another time and place as she just turned her attention to the aforementioned padding. It was now the only thing standing in the way of her using the toilet like all those grown-ups did. She began to tuck on the tabs of her diaper, not particularly caring if she ripped them off. If she did this right she wasn’t going to need a diaper anyway.

The former queen grunted and groaned as she stood on the seat, trying to get the padding to come off. But it seemed like nothing was working. At last, however, she was rewarded for her efforts when she heard a faint ripping sound. Excitedly, she stood up to tear her diaper off completely, having forgotten where she was! Standing up on the seat caused her back hooves to slip and she lost her balance, plunging backward in the bowl with an audible splash! “Hewp!” She cried as she found that the diaper was now stuck on her head upside down, preventing her from seeing where she was!

Bright Wing gasped and immediately fluttered up onto the seat despite his earlier exhaustion! “Hang on, Chwysy!” He frantically called down to his little sister! “I gonna save ya!” And he knew he had to act fast given that she was floating rump first, meaning her head was just above the drain! 

Thinking quickly, he went over to the nearby toilet paper roll and flew onto it. Then he ran along it, making it unfurl along the bathroom floor. Once he was sure it was long enough, he grabbed one end of the roll and flew with it back up onto the seat! He then dropped said end into the toilet bowl so that it would more or less wrap around Chrysalis. “I gonna puww ya up now!” He declared as he grabbed the other end of the roll off the floor!

Chrysalis didn’t really know what was happening to her (since the diaper obstructed her view). But suddenly, she felt something pulling her on from behind and then she felt herself being lifted up as the diaper slowly slid off her face. Light rapidly began to fill her vision, replacing the earlier darkness.

Bright Wing kept on pulling, not wanting to loosen his grip for even a second. As such he forgot to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt himself brushing up against something long and metal. And before the little colt had a chance to react, he felt it be pushed down with an audible click. “Uh-oh!” He gasped as his pulling grew even more urgent, for he realized what he had just done: He’d accidentally started the flush cycle! If he lost his grip at all there was a good chance he could drop Chrysalis back in the water and risk causing her to go down the drain!

Chrysalis’ eyes beheld a most frightening sight even as she was being slowly lifted out of danger! Her diaper dropped right off her face and into the bowl, spinning around with the ominously surging waters that became not unlike a dizzying whirlpool! “Dun went go! I dun wanna be fwushed!” She pleaded to her older brother!

“I not gonna wet tat happen!” Bright Wing vowed as he made one more effort, finally bringing himself and his dripping wet sister to safety. And just in time too! For as both foals landed safely atop the toilet tank, they saw Chrysalis’ diaper retreat down the drain with the water.





Then there was trouble! As soon as the diaper disappeared from sight, the toilet made a most unusual sound as if something were wrong with it. And then, not only did the diaper return but the water did as well. And it didn’t stop when it reached the level where the water had been before. It kept on rising, ascending above the seat and spilling out of the bowl onto the tiled floor below. Meanwhile, the diaper floated atop the seat, completely gray and wet.

“Wha happened?!” Chrysalis asked as she looked across to Bright Wing.

Bright Wing nervously replied. “I dun know, but I tink we gonna be in big twoubwe when Mommy finds out.”

And Bright Wing was right. For at that very moment as if fate itself had decided to intervene, the bathroom door swung open. And who should come trotting in but an unaware (and thus unsuspecting) Princess Cadence?

The princess of love took but a few steps into the bathroom before she felt her hooves touch something wet. She looked up and quickly discovered the source, an overflowing toilet. And what should her wandering eyes fall upon next but a clumsily discarded diaper floating in the toilet bowl, and a very guilty looking Bright Wing and diaperless Chrysalis standing on the tank of said toilet?

Immediately, Cadence forced herself to hold back a groan. “I thought I specifically said you two were to come and get me if you needed anything.” She scolded as she trotted slowly through the water and over to the toilet, promptly fishing out the diaper blocking the drain with her magic. As soon as she did so, the water in the toilet retreated back down the drain. Slowly, it returned to its normal level.

Chrysalis accusingly pointed a hoof, hoping to escape some of the blame. “It was his idea!” She gestured to Bright Wing.

“Bu ya went awong with it and ya wanted to gain wespect!” Bright Wing protested in response. “And ya the one who fowgot to take off hew diapee. If ya hadn’t done tat, none of this wouwd’ve happened!”

Cadence just sighed, floating both foals down with her magic but taking care not to deposit them onto the wet floors. “You both should’ve known better than to try and use the big potty without a grown-up,” She scolded again. “I’m definitely going to tell your daddy about this when he comes home, and he won’t be pleased. The bathroom is going to have all its tiles replaced, and we might even have to get another toilet. Diapers are not supposed to be flushed.”

“It was a accident! I no mean fow it to happen!” Chrysalis insisted.

“I’m sure it was, but regardless you shouldn’t have been in such a rush to try and use the big potty by yourself,” The princess of love replied. “You’re just not ready for it yet, Chrysalis. Something could’ve happened to you,” Then she turned to Bright Wing. “And Bright Wing, I know you thought you were helping your sister, but this is something that’s beyond your ability. You’ve only just started using the big potty by yourself, you’re hardly qualified to help another use it.”

Bright Wing gulped. “Does tis mean I have to go back to diapers?” He nervously asked.

Cadence shook her head. “I don’t think so, that doesn’t seem like it would really teach you the lesson you need to learn. But I’ll have to see what your daddy thinks when I tell him about all of this,” She then turned her attention back to a soaking wet Chrysalis. “First, however, I need to give your sister a bath before she gets sick. And then I think two very naughty foals are going to take a long time out, and maybe a nap too.”
> The Quest for the Golden Throne (Dr. Caballeron)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caballeron didn’t really know where he was and neither did he particular care. All he knew was that he had been taken to a strange, unfamiliar place far from his home with seemingly no way back. And shortly after his arrival in this new place, one of the inhabitants had seen fit to lock him up in a dungeon with no hope for escape. Well that wasn’t going to sit well with Caballeron, no sir. He was no ordinary pony, he was Dr. Caballeron the greatest adventurer known to pony kind.

Naturally, such an adventurer decided that the only course of action he could take was to escape the confines of his prison and try to find any way to get back to his home. The journey would be long and treacherous, but he was certain he was up for it. No temple, jungle or dungeon yet had been able to thwart him and this would be no exception.

By a stroke of luck, Caballeron found that the pony responsible for having abducted and imprisoned him had neglected to lock the bars of his cell into place. With a little bit of straining he managed to force them apart, and with the dungeon gate having been left wide open it was an easy task for him to escape.

But escaping the dungeon just brought the unprepared Caballeron to a thick jungle full of overgrown trees and strange animals and plants the likes of which he had never seen before. No matter where he looked he couldn’t get a sense of direction. He didn’t even know if it was day or night since the trees blocked out all natural light because they were so tall. Caballeron shuddered with fright despite his best instincts. He knew he had to be brave, but oh was it hard to do that when nothing was at all familiar to him.

Still, Dr. Caballeron knew he had to press onward. There was no point in turning back now. And who knew? If he was lucky he might just find a treasure that he could keep all for himself. He’d already amassed quite a collection back home from other journeys, he had yet to find a jungle or temple where there wasn’t ultimately some kind of treasure waiting for him when all was said and done.

So the earth pony trekked onward with no particular destination in mind. He hoped to either escape from this disorienting jungle or find a treasure hidden within it (preferably in a temple) that he could claim before his captor inevitably tried to find him. She was sure to notice him missing eventually, and it was so unfair that she took advantage of her unnatural height compared to him.





Caballeron ventured further and further into the jungle, unable to tell if he was really making progress or just going around in a giant circle. Everything looked the same to him.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye Caballeron saw a looming shadow from a tall figure block out what light there was. And before he had a chance to react, he felt himself being snatched up by the back of his tail and brought face to face with the same pony responsible for having entrapped him in that dungeon in the first place.

The “tall” mare was a pegasus with a golden brown coat and thick, red glasses. She also had on a very silly looking hat. “What are you doing here?” She inquired of her captive as though she didn’t already know.

Caballeron stuck his tongue out in protest. “Trying to get away from you! You know I don’t belong here!” He boldly proclaimed! “Go away and let me adventure in peace! You can’t stop me from obtaining your treasure.”

“‘Treasure?’” The mare blinked as she thought out loud. “Oh, you silly little pony. You forget where you are. You’re not in some jungle, you’re in my house. Your parents left you here with me.”

“I don’t believe you!” Caballeron hissed as he kicked about in protest, doing little actual harm to the mare who held him so effortlessly above the ground.

The pegasus mare just sighed. “I’m not getting paid enough for this. I don’t know how it is that you were able to escape from your crib, but you’re going right back to it and you’re going to take your nap like you’re supposed to. It’s what all good little foals do. It’s either that, or I stick you in time out.”

Caballeron only growled. “You can’t do this to me! Dr. Caballeron answers to no one!”

“Oh, is that so?” The mare replied as an idea seemed to come to her. “Then I guess you’ll never know about the awesome treasure I found the other day.”

That seemed to get the earth pony’s attention. “You found a treasure?!”

The mare nodded her head. “I sure did. But I hid it in a place where you’ll never be able to find it. But if you’re feeling brave enough and you’re willing to listen to me, I might just be willing to take you to the temple where I stashed it.”

“Temple? What temple?” Caballeron asked with his curiosity piqued.

In a dramatic tone of voice the mare declared. “The temple of the golden throne, of course. Not just anyone can enter it. For a pony like me it’s no trouble, but I don’t know if you’ll be up to the task. You are kind of small, even for your age.”

But the earth pony only puffed out his chest and proclaimed. “Dr. Caballeron is not small! There isn’t a temple yet that I couldn’t conquer!” And he then demanded. “Take me to this temple. You’ll regret ever telling me about the treasure it contained.”

“We’ll just see about that.” The pegasus mare replied as she carried Caballeron away.





The mare brought Caballeron to the door of the temple, making it open without any sort of elaborate ritual or anything of the sort. And in contrast to a lot of other temples, this one was brightly lit. At least it was once the mare touched some sort of switch that bathed the entire temple interior in a nearly blinding glow.

The earth pony soon spotted what appeared to be the golden throne. It didn’t actually look golden, but then again looks could be deceiving. It was oddly bowl shaped for some reason with a large opening near the bottom, some sort of lid on top and a long, gleaming handle of silver.

“Bet you wanna know where the treasure is,” The mare told Caballeron as they approached the “throne” together. “Well, if you want it you have to prove you’re worthy first.”

“How do I do that?” Caballeron eagerly asked. Any treasure that had to be earned had to be quite valuable.

The pegasus mare responded by making some adjustments to her charge’s “wardrobe”, leaving him bare bottomed before carefully placing him atop the throne’s seat. “Just sit down and relax. I’ll let you know when the temple has decided if you’re worthy or not.”

Caballeron then looked across to the silver handle. “What does that thing do? What is it for?” He asked.

“That activates a trap,” The mare explained. “A trap that can make anything in it disappear. And if you’re not careful, that could be you. So if you don’t want that to happen, don’t touch it unless I tell you to, got it?!”

The earth pony gulped and obeyed even though he was curious. This mare knew this temple and its throne better than he did, so if she said there were traps he saw little reason to doubt her.

Moments seemed to pass by as Caballeron sat on the throne and waited, and waited, and waited some more. He was just about ready to give up and assume he had been judged not worthy, when he suddenly felt himself being showered with praise from the mare for some odd reason.

Soon afterward, he was hoisted up and the “trap” was activated as a great roar reached his ears. Looking down, he saw the throne’s “trap” in all its glory: Some kind of spinning, dizzying whirlpool that had materialized from seemingly nowhere. And in the blink of an eye it all retreated down a hole at the bottom, only for the water to then settle down as it returned as if nothing had ever happened.

“You’re definitely worthy of the temple’s treasure,” The pegasus mare told Caballeron afterward, producing some kind of strange undergarment he had never seen before. “Conquering the throne means you get the garments of big ponyhood. Wear them with pride. But be careful, take them for granted and you’ll lose them.” She then helped him into the undergarment.

“Does this mean I don’t have to take a nap now?” Caballeron hopefully asked.

The mare shook her head. “I’m afraid not. You’re still taking a nap, big pony or not.”

Caballeron snorted and groaned. “Darn.”
> Captain of the Potty (Misty Fly)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two months had passed since the ‘Junior Wonderbolts’ boot camp. During that time, Spitfire started to take her potty training more seriously, much to the delight of her mother.

At first, Stormy Flare found it hard to believe that Spitfire wanted to be the captain of the Wonderbolts. But the more she thought about it, she assumed that she must have somehow inspired her daughter to follow in her hoofsteps. After all, she did tell her that she used to be a Wonderbolt.

After meeting her best friend Soarin and his new friend Rainbow Dash (who also wanted to be a Wonderbolt), the gold coated pegasus filly  began to wonder if she was even going to make new friends. Whenever she was asleep, she would dream about being the captain of the Wonderbolts with a crowd of ponies cheering her name. However, she unexpectedly was about to have both her leadership and potty training skills put to the test.

One day, Spitfire and her two visitors, Soarin and Rainbow Dash heard a knock on the front door of her cloud house. When Stormy Flare answered it, they saw a pegasus stallion who was holding a little filly in his hooves. “Ah, Mrs. Flare,” He told the mare. “I’m really sorry about this being so sudden, but can you do me and my wife a favor?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Fly,” Stormy Flare nodded. “How can I help?”

“We were hoping that you could babysit our daughter, Misty Fly for a few hours,” Mr. Fly explained. “We have been called in to do some weather patrol in Las Pegasus. Also, I need your daughter’s help.”

“Me?” Spitfire blinked at the stallion who nodded his head as he set his daughter next to her. “What can I do?”

“My daughter is in potty training and just got into pull-ups. Your mom told me that you have been taking yours very seriously lately,” Mr. Fly told the filly. “And unlike you, she’s afraid of the big pony potty. So I was hoping that a brave filly like you could show her that it isn’t scary.”

“Yes, sir!” Spitfire declared. “I’ll do my best!”

Mr. Fly smiled as he told his daughter. “Now, Misty, be good to Mrs. Flare and her daughter. I’ll be back soon, all right?”

“Okay, Daddy.” The light yellow coated pegasus filly with a white and light blue mane and tail nodded her head slowly. Then she watched her father fly off till he was out of sight.





A short time after lunch, Spitfire told Soarin and Rainbow Dash about the favor she was given and the three foals started to think about how they could help Misty Fly.

“Maybe we should ask her why is she afraid of the big pony potty.” Rainbow Dash suggested. “And how I was able to help Soarin with his fear of it.”

“Great idea, Dashie!” Soarin agreed. “If Spity can prove how using it is so cool, she might just give it a try.”

The gold coated pegasus nodded and they went over to Misty Fly who had just finished drawing a picture. “So, what is it about the big pony potty that made you scared of it?” She questioned the filly.

“I’m scared of falling into it!” Misty Fly admitted. “If I did, I’ll get eaten up!”

“I know what you mean,” Soarin said. “I was once afraid of the big pony potty too. My first attempt using it didn’t go as planned. But thanks to Dashie, I am not scared of it anymore.”

“And Spity is gonna show you why using it is so cool!” Rainbow Dash added.

Realising that she wasn’t the only pony to have the problem she was having made Misty Fly feel better. That was when she saw the gold coated filly’s eyes widen. “What’s wrong?” She asked just as Stormy Flare came over to check on them.

“I need to go potty!” Spitfire answered.

Stormy Flare smiled once she heard this. “Come on, Misty Fly,” She told the light yellow coated pegasus filly. “My daughter and friends are going to help you conquer your fear of the big pony potty.”

“Okay.” Misty Fly nodded nervously as she followed Spitfire and her mother down the hallway without even protesting.





It didn’t take long for the group of five pegasus ponies to reach the bathroom. Thanks to a small window and the bright sunlight outside, they could see everything inside.

Upon reaching the porcelain throne, Misty Fly gulped. Just looking at it made her more nervous. How could anypony that was about her age and size be able to use it?

Upon seeing the worried look on Misty Fly’s face, Stormy Flare came up to her. “My daughter is really good at this,” She said.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash boasted. “Think of her as the captain of the big pony potty!”

This made Stormy Flare chuckled a bit as her daughter nodded her head in agreement. “Looks like my daughter isn’t the only pony who wants to be the captain of the Wonderbolts.” She thought to herself.

Misty Fly remained quiet as she saw the gold coated filly take off her pull-up, spread her wings and lifted herself up into the air, flying over to the toilet until she was level with the height of the bowl. 

Spitfire sat down on the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat, her rump hovering over the bowl and her hind legs dangling over the edge. A minute later, she opened her floodgates, letting it all out as she tinkled into the bowl. When it came to a stop, she felt her tail hike upward and within seconds, she, her friends, her mother, and Misty Fly heard a series of splashing water.

Once she had finished her business, the gold coated pegasus filly looked down at Misty Fly who was clearly in a state of shock. “See? It’s not that hard,” She declared as her mother pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll.

As she started to clean her daughter up, Stormy Flare turned to the white and light blue maned pegasus. “You want to see how the big pony potty works?” She asked.

“Uh-huh.” Misty Fly answered.

After tossing the used toilet paper into the toilet, Stormy Flare picked up Misty Fly and brought her level with the height of the bowl while Spitfire flew up onto the tank.

Once the signal was given, the gold coated filly placed her hoof on the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “This is what a flush looks like.” She declared before pushing it down.

FWOOSH!

As the toilet roared loudly, Misty Fly looked down into the bowl and let out a gasp when she saw the water rise as it started to spin around and around. Faster and faster it went before becoming a dizzying whirlpool which sucked everying down through the hole at the bottom, right before her very own eyes. Then she saw the water swirl down the drain and disappeared. When it returned, it was crystal clear as it refilled the bowl.

Suddenly, something came into the filly’s mind. She looked at the hole at the bottom of the bowl. It did look too small for her to fit into now that she thought about it. Plus, she did find the flush to be quite interesting. Sure the bowl itself may look big and she could still fall into it if she wasn’t careful, but it didn’t look quite as scary now.

“So what do ya say, Misty Fly?” Stormy Flare asked. “You want to give it a try?”

“Uh-huh,” Misty Fly nodded with a light smile on her face. “I kinda need to go.”

Seeing that her demonstration was a success, Spitfire couldn’t help feeling proud of herself as her mother removed her fellow filly’s pull-up off and placed her onto the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat after making sure to processend her on it properly

“Just be careful when you sit down and you won’t fall in.” Stormy Flare advised.

Upon sitting down, Misty Fly was surprised to discover how soft and fluffy the cloud seat was. The way she was sitting on it did felt strange, but nice at the same time. It was enough to make her tail hike upward and she open her floodgates. And before she knew it, she had finished her business.

Spitfire, Soarin and Rainbow Dash clapped their front hooves to show how proud they were.

“Well done, Misty Fly!” Stormy Flare declared as she started cleaning the light yellow coated filly up. “Your Daddy is gonna be so proud when he hears about this!”

Spitfire nodded in agreement as her mother tossed the used toilet paper into the toilet. “Don’t forget to flush.” She advised.

Misty Fly smiled back before being picked up and brought to the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. Using both her front hooves, she pressed it down, flushing the toilet. She then watched everything in the bowl get sucked down the drain.
> Back to Basics (Chancellor Neighsay)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What?! With all due respect, your majesty, are your out of your mind?!” Chancellor Neighsay bellowed at the top of his lungs despite the fact that his audience with Princess Celestia was an audience of one.

Princess Celestia seemed to be holding back a grin given the expression on her face and the placement of her hoof in regard to it. “Now Chancellor, you know as I well as I do that actions do have consequences.”

The chancellor frowned, looking down at the ground in shame, disgust and most of all embarrassment. “But I’ve gone on record numerous times since then apologizing for my remarks,” He insisted as he slowly looked back up. “I see now that I was wrong to think and act the way I did. The EEA is already poised to take action against me because of all that. And now you would seek to add fire to the fuel?”

The sun princess blinked slowly, not giving any clear indication of her intentions at all. “I think a little bit of ‘public humiliation’ on your part would do you good. It would prove to all that you accept the consequences of your behavior and that none are above the law,” She then added. “Besides, you’ll still in a way be responsible for shaping the future of Equestria and setting a good example for the children to follow.”

“Do I have really have to do in such a fashion?” Chancellor Neighsay grumbled and even whimpered. “Wouldn’t it be better for me to serve as a role model as I am now? When I had to go through it as an actual foal, having a ‘potty pal’ as it were to demonstrate the process worked much better when I had somepony older than me to emulate. In my case, it was my parents who thankfully imposed upon me strict potty etiquette from a very young age.”

Princess Celestia faintly giggled. “Yet I’m sure you had your fair share of accidents that you sought to keep hidden. Hardly anypony is a master at potty training overnight, especially not the foals in Magic Kindergarten,” And she insisted. “It won’t be for more than a month tops. I’ve already worked out everything and instructed the press to not devote too much time to your sentence.”

Sensing that there was little he could do to avoid the dreaded outcome, the unicorn stallion reluctantly resigned himself to his inevitable humiliation. “Are you sure I couldn’t simply resign my post at the EEA instead and start from the bottom? It would serve the same intended purpose, no?”

“Oh, but you’d be disappointing all the foals who were looking forward to having you in class,” The alicorn with a majestic white coat replied in an almost motherly tone of voice. “Besides, you’re going to have somepony assisting you through all of this. And I imagine she would be quite unhappy to be told you were unable to do it.”

At that Neighsay blinked and flinched as though he’d just seen a ghost. “You can’t possibly mean…”

Celestia gave a knowing wink. “-I was not expecting to receive a request for her services again. But the opportunity to have you be reunited with her was too good to pass up. I know you’ll be in capable hooves with her. After all, she helped raise you once before.”

And as if on cue, there came a sudden gust of wind as the throne room doors burst open in dramatic fashion! From out of nowhere seemed to come an earth pony mare who was nice and plump all around. She had a coat a jolly shade of blue, the most beautiful orange eyes you had ever seen, a lovely mane and tail done in the style of a bun (and in the same orange shade as her eyes) and a cutie mark depicting a red saddlebag practically overflowing with foal supplies.

“‘Ello again, little Neighzay,” The mare cheerfully greeted through her accent. “Zo nice to see you again. You remember me, yeah? Nanny De’Foal?”

Neighsay reluctantly nodded. “Yes, I most certainly do. I remember how… ‘strange’ you were. How you could make anything come to life and how you seemed to come and go at will,” He forced a smile onto his face despite knowing what fate awaited him. “I am… delighted to see you again, old friend.”

Nanny De’Foal just waved a hoof. “Oh, zere is no need to be zhy, vittle one. I know you are not looking forward to being ze ‘potty pal’ for ze foals in Magic Kindergarten. But do not vorry, zat is vhy I am here. We shall zee to it zat you look ze part.”

Princess Celestia flashed a bright smile as she prepared to depart the throne room. “Do take care of him, Nanny De’Foal. Make sure he understands the importance of his assignment and why he is doing it. And try not to make him feel too humiliated or anything. He’s got enough of that already.”

The plump earth pony mare just smiled back. “I zhall do my best. He is in good hooves with me. All ze foals vill be so impressed by his mastery of ze potty.”

“This is going to be the longest month of my entire life, I just know it.” Chancellor Neighsay thought to himself even while knowing he was powerless to prevent what was coming.





Neighsay soon found himself being led away by the hoof by his old nanny, escorted through the castle in such a fashion as a foal being led around by its parent, guardian or designated caretaker. And the destination only further contributed to the feeling, an empty room in the castle that had clearly been a nursery (and one that had seen better days given its state of disrepair).

Once both Neighsay and De’Foal were in the nursery, the door was sealed shut as the nanny dug into her saddlebag that was just like the one depicted on her cutie mark. Soon, she had pulled out everything needed for the process to begin. “Vet us begin by making sure zat you look as old as you are intended to be.” She instructed while holding out a strange looking (and strange colored) rattle.

Chancellor Neighsay soon found his entire body shrinking down rapidly as the rattle was shaken a couple of times. Soon, he looked no older than a two year old foal at best. His robe had shrunk down with him, now looking more like a little costume for Nightmare Night than the dignified wardrobe of the head of the EEA. “So, now I assume comes the part where you...” He gulped and shook a bit. “Diaper me?”

“Oh, but of course, vittle one,” Nanny De’Foal chirped as she brought out a thick, white diaper just the right size for a foal like Neighsay. “Ve wouldn’t vant you making a mess on ze nice clean floors of ze castle, now vould we? Besides, many foals in Magic Kindergarten do not have ze control to justify being bottomless or in pull-ups.” Quick as a flash, she brought her charge over to the changing table (which seemed to undergo a startling transformation alongside the rest of the nursery, now looking more like a proper nursery than a run down and neglected one), and after sprinkling in a bit of foal powder she strapped him up in the diaper.

Neighsay grumbled with impatience as he was slowly helped down from the changing table and clumsily waddled about in his diaper. It was only made worse by its audible crinkling and the fact that it poked out through his little robe despite his best efforts to hide it. “Okay, I’m properly dressed for my first day of Magic Kindergarten and the potty pals program.” He reluctantly replied, his voice high pitched and squeaky.

Nanny De’Foal nodded. “Yes you are, little Neighsay. You are veady to show all ze foals how much fun ze potty can be, and how important it is to use it instead of your diaper.”

“I swear, if I am forced to sit on one of those training potties, I will die of embarrassment!” The regressed chancellor grumbled. “You had better not try to use any of your magical abilities to make me act like an actual foal.”

“Oh, but vere would ze fun be in zat?” The nanny teased as she scooped up her charge and carried him out of the nursery. “If you are having a hard time acting ze part, I may step in to help you out. After all, it took more zhan a little encouragement for you to master ze art of potty training when I last cared for you.”

Neighsay could only blink and roll his eyes in disbelief. “How is it possible you haven’t appeared to have aged a day since that time? I would’ve thought by now you’d as old as Celestia, if not older.”

The plump earth pony mare just grinned. “I have my ways, Neighsay. Zere is no other nanny in Equestria quite like me. Now come on or we vill be late for your first lesson. Ze little ones cannot be kept waiting, you know.”





A short time later, the diapered (and very humiliated and embarrassed) Chancellor Neighsay found himself standing on a hastily erected stage before a crowd of foals that were now older and bigger than him (some by quite a noticeable degree in size).

“‘Ello all you foals in Magic Kindergarten,” Nanny De’Foal greeted, ignorant of Neighsay’s appearance. “You are in for a special treat today. Ze one and only Chancellor Neighsay is here to provide today’s potty pals lesson. Yes, zat is right, ze chancellor zhall be teaching you about ze potty.”

Neighsay puffed out his chest, trying to look important. “Er, yes, that is right!” He declared while attempting to give his voice a sense of confidence and dignity. “Take it from a pony who hasn’t had an accident or needed a diaper once since he was fully potty trained. Mastery of the potty is a truly important step in your young lives. That is why you have all been blessed with my presence, so that you may learn from a pro.” But as he spoke it was hard not to notice the blush on his face.

Many of the foals just murmured or whispered among themselves, paying little attention to the guest in front of them. They really didn’t know much about the chancellor and neither did they care. They were just waiting for the “lesson” to begin.

Fortunately, no one had to wait long. Nanny De’Foal’s eyes seemed to flash, and suddenly there on the stage rested a huge, gleaming white toilet. A modern throne style one at that, complete with a polished tank and a shiny silver handle on its right side. Some of the foals gasped at the size of such a thing, especially in comparison to the relatively miniscule looking chancellor.

“Now now, zere is no need to be frightened,” Nanny De’Foal told all the foals, moving quickly to reassure them and calm them down. “Most of you probably have a potty like zis in your own homes. But it is one zat your mommies and daddies use, and maybe zey let you use it with a special seat zo that you don’t fall in.”

However, Neighsay huffed and snorted. “I have no need for such a seat. I can easily use a throne toilet despite my current state. I simply will require assistance in removing my diaper and getting up on the seat.”

De’Foal seemed to be a bit concerned, and so were many of the other foals as she commented. “Oh, Neighsay, are you sure zat is a good idea? Ve wouldn’t want you to set ze wrong example for the others.”

“I’m doing them a favor. I’m showing them that throne toilets are nothing to be scared of despite their size. They can be mastered with ease once you have enough experience, like I do,” The shrunken down chancellor insisted. “Now please assist me. I shall take care of the rest.”

The earth pony mare obliged despite appearing to smirk a little bit. “Very well, just hold still,” She soon bent down, undoing the tabs on Neighsay’s diaper and letting it fall to his knees with an audible thump. She waited for him to kick the padding off before gently lifting him up and depositing him carefully on the toilet seat. “Do not move around too much.” She cautioned.

Chancellor Neighsay obeyed, taking a deep breath as his body relaxed. Despite the foreign feeling of going potty in front of others, he still managed to tinkle with relative ease as he heard the sound of splashing into the great porcelain bowl. “See?” He crowed, bowing slightly to his audience. “It’s really that simple. I’ll bet many of you could easily do it within your own homes if you asked your parents to assist you.”

Nanny De’Foal, meanwhile, clapped her hooves. “Splendid job, Neighsay. Zat is indeed how you go potty, vhether it be in a throne toilet like zis or a potty more suitable to most of you little ones,” She then produced some toilet paper after helping her charge down. “Now, ve simply vipe up and then put ze used toilet paper in ze potty.”

“And then we flush,” Neighsay continued and turned to the nanny. “Could you let me do the honors?”

Nanny De’Foal obliged, dumping the toilet paper roll into the toilet bowl and then carefully moving the little colt towards the handle to force it down.

A mighty roar soon rang out as it was possible for all watching to see the toilet paper be swept up in a raging whirlpool. A whirlpool that soon retreated down a hole at the bottom of the bowl, taking the toilet paper with it. Soon, the bowl was refilled but the toilet paper was gone.

“And now, all zat remains is to wash our hooves. Zat is vat we must do regardless of if we go number one or number two.” The nanny explained as a sink seemed to appear from out of nowhere.

And Neighsay, for his part, was all but boasting. “All of you just need to do what I did whenever you think you need to go. It’s really that simple. And don’t worry, there is no way you can go down the drain. It simply isn’t possible.”
> The Book and the Throne (Quibble Pants)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been a crazy day. At least that was what Quibble Pants thought. One minute, both he and Rainbow Dash were at the ‘Daring Do Convention’ arguing about the later series of books, and then suddenly they ended up being on a real Daring Do adventure, meeting the real Daring Do and helping her find the seven-sided chest of Chicomoztoc.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if A.K. Yearling featured us on the cover of her next book!” Rainbow Dash boosted to her new friend as they made their way back to the Daring Do Convention.

“I didn’t even think about that.” The stallion admitted. Although he and Rainbow Dash had different opinions with the later Daring Do books, the thought of being on one of the covers would be quite cool. After all, his new friend had apparently been on an adventure with the treasure hunting pegasus before and was on the cover of Daring Do and The Ring Of Destiny. He then began to recall how he was first introduced to the series. “Hey, Rainbow Dash?” He asked. “Did you know that A. K. Yearling once actually made a Daring Do book for colts and fillies?”

The cyan coated pegasus thought about it for a little bit. “No,” She answered. “I don’t recall even hearing about it.”

“I thought you would say that,” Quibble said with a blush. “After all it’s currently out of print, so copies of it are very hard to find. Believe it or not though, I still have a copy of it!

This made Rainbow Dash gasp! “Wait, what?!”

“It’s true!” Quibble declared. “And that book in particular not only played a huge role when I was a little colt, it was also my introduction to the series! It’s kind of embarrassing though. Dar… I mean A. K. Yearling herself kind of disowned it and hasn’t acknowledged it.” He then began to tell Rainbow Dash the story of how he was introduced to Daring Do.





When Quibble Pants was nearly three and a half years old, he was learning how to read. He had also been undergoing potty training a few months. His parents were quite surprised when they discovered that he loved adventure stories. They would sometimes read to him whenever he was sitting on his training potty, which he would use without any issues.

But one day, when the colt had to go, everything was about to change.

“Quibble, you've been doing a great job with your training potty,” Mrs. Pants said as the three earth ponies were inside the bathroom in their Manehattan home. “But now, your father and I think that it’s time for you to use the big pony potty instead.” She then pointed a hoof at the porcelain throne.

Quibble gasped as he eyed the toilet. “But how can I get up onto it? It’s so big.” He asked even while pulling down his pull-up.

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Pants answered as he moved a step stool next to the toilet. “You can use this. And we got a special seat just for you. That way you won’t fall in. You know by now that the big pony potty doesn’t eat foals. You’re perfectly safe.”

The colt knew that was true despite what he’d once believed. So he made his way up onto the toilet. Once he was sure that his rump was positioned over the bowl properly, he sat down on the seat with his hind legs dangling over the edge. He felt so small.

“And that’s not all!” Mrs. Pants declared as she then eagerly presented a book to her son. “We also brought you a new book. While you’re waiting to go, you can read it to pass the time!”

This made Quibble’s eyes widen. He liked the idea of reading quite a bit. And a brand new book always fascinated him. Taking said new book in his hooves, he studded the cover. It was titled: ‘Daring Do and the Temple Toilet’. It featured a light brown coated pegasus filly with ruby eyes. She was wearing a hat and a light green shirt. Her cutie mark was a green-and-gold compass rose. She was apparently inside a temple, sitting on what appeared to be a gold toilet.

Without any hesitation, the earth pony colt opened the book to the first page and began to read to himself while his parents turned away to give him some privacy.





As he made himself comfortable, Quibble Pants found himself liking the book more and more.

The story involved the titular Daring Do looking for treasure inside a mysterious temple. A temple guarded by an earth pony stallion called the potty training king. In order to earn the king’s treasure, she had to prove that she was a big pony by using a shiny, gold toilet. She had to do it all by herself. But she wasn’t afraid, she effortlessly scrambled onto the seat with a flap of her wings and sat down. She was Daring Do, she wasn’t afraid of anything!

While he was reading, the little colt suddenly felt his tail hike upward and so he started to relax. Within seconds, he heard the familiar tinkling sound followed by some splashing water. Soon afterward, a familiar smell filled the air. But he kept on reading, so fixated on the story of this brave little pegasus who could conquer a giant toilet in a strange temple all by herself. He only wished he could be that brave.

The story’s end was probably predictable given the title and who it was meant for, but Quibble enjoyed it just the same. Daring Do conquered the toilet with the greatest of ease, earned her treasure (and her right to be called a big pony) and exited the temple eager to embark on her next adventure. There were bound to be other temples to conquer, toilets or no toilets.

Just as he finished the book, Quibble was certain that he was done. He then gave his parents the signal that he was ready to be cleaned up. And his mother did this using some toilet paper, which was tossed into the toilet bowl afterwards.

Now all the earth pony colt had to do was to flush the toilet. That was always his favorite part, it was how he’d come to learn he had nothing to fear from the big pony potty. After his pull-up was back on, he was lifted off the toilet seat by his father who moved him closer to the silver handle. Without any hesitation, Quibble placed both his front hooves on it and pressed it down.

FWOOSH!

As the toilet flushed loudly, Quibble Pants smiled as he saw the water in the bowl rise while it started spinning around and around. He watched as it spun faster and faster, turning into a dizzying whirlpool. Everything was sucked down through the hole at the bottom, going into the pipes. Seconds later, the water swirled down the drain and disappears. There was a strange gurgling sound and then the water returned, being crystal clear as it slowly began to refill the bowl.

“Well, Quibble, did you like the book?” Mr. Pants asked as he helped his son wash his hooves.

“Un-huh,” The little colt answered. “I like it a lot! I wanna be just like Daring Do when I grow up!” 





Returning to reality, Quibble Pants couldn’t help but dreamily sigh. “Yeah, those were the days,” He concluded with a giggle. “Afterwards, my parents would read ‘Daring Do and The Quest For The Sapphire Statue’ to me as a bedtime story. It was one of the best moments I ever had growing up.”

Rainbow Dash was left almost speechless. “Gosh, Quibble,” She remarked. “I know that you said that my introduction to Daring Do was crazy, but I… I really don’t know what to say,” She then wondered. “I wonder if there’s anypony else was introduced to the series the same way you were. Although, come to think of it, I think I remember my parents reading me something similar to that Daring Do book when I was in potty training. Maybe it was the same thing?”

“It’s quite possible, maybe they still have a copy?” The earth pony stallion told the speedstar pegasus as they continued their walk back to the Daring Do Convention. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll find somepony who has the same opinion with the later Daring Do books.”

“Now that would be interesting,” Rainbow Dash declared. “But I wonder why would A. K. Yearling would write something like that? Maybe that was her first adventure?”

“After everything else I’ve experienced today, that would be the most believable thing of all actually,” Quibble Pants commented. “A child’s imagination can make anything seem strange and wondrous. She probably based it on her own potty training experience as a child or something, just changing a few details to protect her reputation.”
> Between A Rock and A Potty (Maud Pie)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Maud Pie led Pinkie Pie along through the cave and connecting area she called home, waddling slightly due to the weight of her padding. She was glad that Pinkie accepted this side of her. Part of her knew it was silly to think her sister could ever not like her or not accept her, but then again silly thoughts were part of this experience. Maud was as big or little as she wanted herself to be in the moment.

“Hey, Maud,” Pinkie suddenly spoke up as she seemed to cease in her precarious prancing. “Uh, you have a bathroom here, right?”

Maud knew what Pinkie was trying to tell her and she just nodded, gesturing a hoof to a small inlet a ways away. “Right down there. Just make sure to wash your hooves when you’re done.”

Pinkie nodded back and took off. “Thanks a bunch, Maud! I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” And she headed down to the bathroom.

Maud simply smiled, looking at herself and then to Boulder. “She’s certainly quite brave,” She commented to her pet rock in exaggerated fashion. “At least we know there’s no potty monster in there.” And just like that, she was flashing back in her mind to when she had tried to help her little sister with her pottying problems.

Maud didn’t know then that most of Pinkie’s “accidents” were not really accidents, so she just assumed her sister was having a hard time getting used to the whole idea of potty training. Hoping to provide some encouragement, she had brought her sister to the outhouse not far from the rock fields of the family farm.

“Why are we here, Maud?” Pinkie Pie questioned as she gazed up at the outhouse door and took notice of the carved out crescent moon shape on it.

The elder Pie sister just explained while blinking very slowly. “Because, Pinkie, I wanted to show you how simple it really is to go potty like a big pony. You’re lucky, you still have a chamber pot you can use at any time. For me, if I have to go I’m supposed to come out here.”

Pinkie gulped and shuddered a bit. “But Maud, you can’t go in there! Big sis Limey says that there’s a monster that lives in there, and it eats foals!” She all but pleaded! “I don’t want you to get eaten, Maud!”

Maud Pie only responded by pushing open the outhouse door, letting it swing widely on its hinges. “Pinkie, Limestone is just trying to scare you because she’s jealous. She comes out here to go potty like I do. Why would she do that if there really was a monster?”

Pinkie blinked. “Huh, I didn’t think of that,” But then a thought struck her and she said aloud. “But maybe she knows when the monster isn’t around and that’s when she comes out here.”

Maud just sighed, sensing that there was only one way she was going to be able to get her little sister to see sense and realize the truth. “I’ll prove to you that there’s no monster, because I’m going to demonstrate how to use the outhouse. Mom and Dad just installed a new toilet.”

“What’s a toilet?” Pinkie pondered. “Is that what that thing before us is? I thought it was some kind of weird chair.”

Maud could see that Pinkie’s eyes were transfixed on the toilet, the new fashioned throne model that was supposedly all the rage in more populated places. It did sort of look like a chair, but at the same time it had a bowl shape to it, the seat was more of a curved horseshoe and attached to the back was a long chain that hung down freely. “Yes, Pinkie. That’s it,” She answered as she approached the object. “Now watch how I use it, and you’ll see that there’s nothing to be scared of.”





The mostly stoic filly proceeded to undo her diaper and kick it off with a series of shimmies, explaining to her sister. “Just like with a chamber pot, if you have a diaper you have to take it off before you can use the toilet. Once you do that, just climb up on the seat.”

“How are you gonna do that, Maud?” Pinkie Pie questioned her big sister. “It looks pretty high up there.”

Maud replied by pointing a hoof to a nearby object. “With a stepstool of course.” She quickly pushed the aforementioned stool until she’d brought it in front of the toilet. From there, she used it to climb up and position herself on the seat.

“Be careful, Maud!” Pinkie called as she became stricken with fear. Just looking up at where her sister was made her nervous.

Maud Pie only responded. “I am being careful, Pinkie,” And she then tried to explain. “Now, from here I just do what I always do. It’s just like using a chamber pot. Feel the flow of nature as it courses through your body, just like Mom and Dad taught us.”

However, Pinkie’s interests had wandered elsewhere. Namely to the long, shiny chain visible behind Maud. She waddled closer for an inspection as she was naturally quite curious. What did it do? She could ask her sister, but from the look on Maud’s face she seemed to be deep in concentration. Rather than disrupt that concentration, Pinkie decided to find out for herself by pulling on the chain. Something would have to happen if she did that.

And indeed, something did. Without warning, when Pinkie Pie pulled on the chain there came a loud roar that filled the entire outhouse! The pink coated filly screamed in terror! A roar like that could mean only one thing! “Monster!” She shouted at the top of her lungs!

Maud was taken aback by her sister’s sudden scream as well as the unexpected activation of the toilet’s flush cycle. The normally stoic filly was in fact so surprised that she not only lost her concentration but also her balance. She tumbled backward into the bowl with a splash! And she struggled just to keep her head above the surging, spinning, disorienting waters she now found herself in!

It was only now that Pinkie Pie noticed her sister wasn’t on the toilet seat! “Oh no, Maud!” She cried in horror! She couldn’t see her sister anywhere and the noise was growing louder by the second! Where was she?!

Suddenly, a realization seemed to strike the panicking filly! Fearing the worst, she scrambled up the stepstool until she was all but standing on the seat! Gazing down, her worst fears seemed to be realized as she saw her sister spinning around in the toilet bowl, helpless to escape! “The potty monster’s got you!” She screamed!

Maud couldn’t muster up a reply due to the flush cycle. All she could was struggle to keep her head up, trying to reach out a hoof to her sister in the hopes that Pinkie might grab on. But just as she did so, Maud felt something begin to take hold of her and she began to retreat with the water down the bowl!

Pinkie found herself unable to do anything but watch as her sister vanished from sight! She shut her eyes, not wanting to see anything more! “Maud!” She cried and cried. Her big sister was gone, gobbled up by the vicious potty monster that she had insisted wasn’t real.





But suddenly, in the midst of her crying spree, Pinkie heard the familiar voice of her sister call out to her. “Pinkie, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not, Maud,” Pinkie Pie insisted as she refused to open her eyes. “You’re gone now, you got eaten by the potty monster. And it’s all my fault.”

“There’s no such thing as a potty monster, Pinkie. The toilet doesn’t eat foals,” Maud’s voice insisted. “I promise you, I’m fine. Now open your eyes.”

The terrified filly reluctantly obeyed. But even when she did open her eyes she couldn’t see any sign of her sister anywhere. “Maud, you’re not here!” She cried anew.

Maud’s voice simply instructed. “Look down, Pinkie.”

Pinkie did so, and it was then that she saw to her great relief that her sister was not in fact a goner. She was wedged in at the bottom of the toilet bowl, just above the opening that led to who knew where. Her entire body was dripping wet but she was unharmed.

Never in all her life had Pinkie Pie been so relieved! “Oh Maud, thank goodness!” She exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. “How did you manage to escape?”

“I was never in any real danger as long as I kept my head up,” Maud explained. “I’m too big to fit down the drain even if I wanted to. The water dragged me down but it couldn’t take me with it.”

“Then what was that horrible noise? I thought it was the potty monster trying to eat you.” Pinkie blinked in confusion.

Maud stoically told her sister. “That was just the flush cycle. It’s how the toilet empties itself after it’s been used. It’s not like a chamber pot that has to be emptied manually. In fact, Mom and Dad often empty out the chamber pots here in the outhouse toilet. It’s way more efficient.”

The pink coated filly breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, really? How do you know all of this, Maud?”

The stoic filly simply answered. “Mom and Dad of course. They got it installed. And they want all of us to use it eventually, even Marble. You’ll start using it once you get good at using your chamber pot.”

“Oh yeah,” Pinkie blushed before changing the topic, not wanting to dwell on her “accidents”. “But how are you gonna get out, Maud? Should I try to flush again so the water will come back?”

Maud shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Pinkie. You’re gonna have to go and get help. Mom, Dad or Granny Pie should be able to pull me out no problem.”

“Okay,” Pinkie gave something of a salute before jumping down from the stepstool. “Just stay there, Maud.”

Maud Pie seemed to sigh in discontent. “It’s not like I could go anywhere if I wanted to.”
> Revenge Gone Wrong (Ahuizotl)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You’re gonna get it this time, Ahuizotl!” Daring Do dramatically declared while she desperately dashed after her long time nemesis and sworn enemy, chasing him down through several long and winding corridors within a dimly lit temple! The vicious creature had managed to get his paws on an artifact even more powerful (and dangerous) than the Doomed Diadem or the Truth Talisman of Tonatiuh. From what little the adventurer had managed to pick up on so far, she knew that this artifact possessed the power to manipulate time and space.

Ahuizotl just laughed, cackling with glee as he continued to run away with the Amulet of Aging (which loosely resembled a foal’s pacifier). “I’ve heard that all before, Daring Do. But this time it is you who’s going to get it.” He already had a destination in mind, his chase was solely about leading the pony who had so pestered him towards it.

Daring Do just kept on running. If she suspected she was being led into a trap she didn’t show it outwardly as she instead shouted down the corridors! “You’re not getting away, Ahuizotl! I’ve got help! Right, Rainbow Dash?!”

The voice of Rainbow Dash faintly called back. “Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah! Just gotta catch up is all.”

But Ahuizotl wasn’t worried for even a second. He instead rounded one more corridor and came to the place where he intended to spring his trap on a still unsuspecting Daring Do. Everything was in place, and with a little luck the adventurer would soon trouble him no longer. “Come and get me, Daring Do!” He taunted as the creature halted right in his tracks. “Unless you’re afraid.”

As expected, Daring took the bait without hesitation! “Afraid?! Me?! Never!” She soon rounded the very same corridor Ahuizotl had rounded earlier, rushing into a room that was unusually well lit for being in the middle of an ancient temple. Sunlight could even be seen streaming down from a small hole up above. And strangely enough, the lit up room seemed to almost resemble a foal’s nursery with its theming. All that was missing was the furniture one would associate with a nursery, like a changing table or a playpen.

Opportunity now presenting itself perfectly, Ahuizotl laughed as he held the Amulet of Aging up towards the sky. “Oh Daring Do, I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do to you. Almost,” He said with a sadistic grin before he began to chant. “Turn back the clock. Roll back the ages. Make the old young again. Render the tall small.” And as he spoke those words, the amulet started to glow rather ominously.

Daring gasped with horror at the display unfolding before her! “What have you done, Ahuizotl?!” She exclaimed!

“You’ll find out very soon, Daring Do,” Ahuizotl vaguely replied. “Soon, the only adventures you’ll have will be ones from the safety of bars while you struggle to think of anything at all.”

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash had been following Daring Do’s hoofprints as she had been trying to catch up to the adventurer. Leave it to Daring to rush ahead after previously scolding Rainbow for doing the very same thing. “Whatever that artifact is that Ahuizotl took, it must be really powerful if Daring is chasing him down so urgently.” She thought to herself.

Suddenly, as the brash speedster rounded a corridor she was momentarily blinded by a bright flash of pink light! The mare wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard screams and a voice shouting out “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” before the flash slowly faded. And when Rainbow finally reached the spot where Daring’s hoofprints ended a short time later, she was shocked at the sight that greeted her own two eyes!

On the floor of the brightly lit, nursery like temple room stood a foal that clearly resembled Daring Do down to the last detail. The only things missing were the compass cutie mark and the signature pith helmet, though one was resting nearby and was now clearly too big for the foal. And not far from her was a creature that looked like a miniature Ahuizotl, the creature clumsily holding onto the Amulet of Aging.

Rainbow blinked and rubbed her eyes. No, she wasn’t seeing things. The little ones were there and there was no sign of either Daring Do or Ahuizotl. But that could mean anything, right?

Well, any possibility of either young one being something or someone else faded away when the foal spoke up in a high pitched voice. “Rainbow Dash, thank goodness you’re here. As you can see we’ve got a ‘small’ problem.”

The other little one just growled even as he spoke in a high pitched tone of voice. “This wasn’t fair. The amulet wasn’t supposed to regress us both, it was only supposed to be for you, Daring Do!”

“Daring Do?” Rainbow almost gasped in surprise!

The little pegasus nodded her head. “Yup, it’s me. It looks like Ahuizotl’s scheme backfired, somewhat.”

“It’s not permanent, is it?” The brash speedster asked with concern.

Ahuizotl roared. “Of course not, you halfwit! I was going to change Daring Do back eventually when I figured out how to do that. In the meantime, I was going to keep her as a weak and helpless foal at my mercy.”

Daring Do then snapped. “Yeah? Well nice going, you poopyhead! Now how are we gonna get out of this mess?!” Just after she spoke that, a powerful and familiar odor reached the nostrils of everyone in the room. Daring looked down at herself, then looked across to Ahuizotl as she could see a raging blush forming on his face. “Speaking of messes…”

Rainbow groaned and gagged. “Great, now I’m gonna have to start changing diapers.”

All Ahuizotl could say in response was. “Sorry.”





The brash speedster did the best she could to get Ahuizotl cleaned up after his “accident”. And then she flew both little ones out of the temple with the Amulet of Aging in tow. Her first stop after leaving the temple and the surrounding jungle was a foal store to pick up some much needed “supplies”, before she flew back home and quickly diapered both of her new charges.

Daring Do groaned as she poked at the thick diaper between her legs. “You really didn’t need to do this, Rainbow Dash. I’m not the one who had an accident. Besides, I never really wore diapers as a foal. My parents let me roam around without one as long as I only went potty in designated areas.”

“So uncivilized, Daring Do,” Ahuizotl taunted. “Making daring doo doos all over the place. At least my civilization had the excuse of no indoor plumbing and no diapers.”

Daring snapped back. “Yeah? Well whatever training you might have had clearly left you when you got regressed. But you’re the one who needs diaper, not me.”

Rainbow Dash only replied by saying. “Will you two stop it?!” She forced back a groan. “I’m not taking any chances right now. I’m gonna have to get Twilight to help me figure out how to fix this. And until I do you’re both going to wear diapers until I can be certain you don’t need them,” To Daring she then added. “I know you don’t like ‘em but I can’t risk anymore accidents, especially on my floors.”

“You at least know how to change diapers, right?” The regressed adventurer nervously asked.

The brash speedster nodded slowly. “Yeah, more or less. I’ve seen Pinkie Pie and the Cakes change diapers lots of times when the twins still wore diapers. And Fluttershy sometimes has diapers for some of her baby animals.”

Daring breathed a sigh of relief. “Just making sure. I don’t know if you’ll need those skills but it never hurts to be prepared.”

Ahuizotl could only grumble. “Why do you sound so confident about not needing to wear these things?” He looked down at his own diaper in discontent. “I fail to see how anyone is ever supposed to move even just a little with one of these on.”

The little adventurer just laughed and smirked. “Let’s just say I know something you don’t know, Ahuizotl. But I’m not sharing any of my secrets with you. You’re the genius who tried to regress me, you figure it out for yourself.”

“Alright, I think that’s quite enough out of both of you,” Rainbow replied as she picked the little ones up. “Now I think it’s time for you both to take a nap so I can get the rest of this foal stuff set up. And then later I’m gonna see about paying Twilight a visit to get this whole thing straightened out.”





Both Ahuizotl and Daring Do reluctantly settled down for a nap on Rainbow’s cloud couch when the brash pegasus mare set them down upon it. “I don’t have a crib or playpen yet, so this will have to do.” She told them, and both little ones more or less complied.

Convinced that both her charges would stay asleep for some time, Rainbow Dash quickly got to work on getting her temporary nursery all set up within her home. It took her the better part of an hour to put the crib together, set up the changing table (and make sure it was well stocked with all the necessary changing supplies), erect the playpen and put some toys in it for later. When at last the work was done, the currently off-duty Wonderbolt wiped the sweat from her brows.

Rainbow then settled down on her bed, hoping she would have a little time to herself to rest before she would need to start figuring out how best to approach Twilight about the Amulet of Aging and what it had done.

Alas, the mare’s hopes were soon dashed when she heard the faint sound of stirring from her living room. So Rainbow Dash got up from her bed and headed to the living room to investigate. There, she saw a wide awake Daring Do looking to her as though she wanted something.

Rainbow trotted over and lowered herself to the foal’s level. “What’s up, Daring? Bad dream?” She asked the regressed adventurer.

Daring Do shook her head from side to side before explaining. “I have to go to the bathroom, Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow’s mind was slow to process the information. “The bathroom? What for? You’re wearing a diaper. I don’t mind changing you.”

Daring groaned. “Rainbow Dash, come on! I need the potty!”

“You sure you want to do that?” Rainbow Dash asked with uncertainty. “You are a foal after all. The toilet’s going to be pretty big for you. I could maybe see if I have a training potty for you.”

But Daring Do protested! “I don’t need some stupid toddler potty! I can use the bathroom like a grown-up,” She then looked down at herself. “I just… need a little bit of help is all. You know, help with getting up on the seat and all that,” The little pegasus proceeded to beg. “Please, Rainbow Dash? I promise I’ll be careful and do whatever you tell me to do.”

The brash speedster reluctantly caved in. “Okay, fine. But let’s make it quick in case Ahuizotl wakes up!” She promptly scooped up the regressed Daring Do, carrying the adventurer down the hall to the bathroom. When both pegasi were soon inside, Rainbow carefully closed the door behind her before turning her attention to the all mighty porcelain throne at the other end of the room.

Daring gazed up at the great white bowl that she had previously never given a second thought to. It now looked much bigger than her, but she did her best to not let that intimidate her. She was still Daring Do, she wasn’t afraid of something like that. After all, she’d conquered her fear of the potty monster long ago.

“You sure you want to do this, Daring?” Rainbow asked with concern. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

Daring Do would not be deterred. “I’m going to do this, Rainbow Dash! Now come on, help me out here! I can’t hold it in much longer!”

The pegasus mare reacted quickly to the newfound sense of urgency brought upon by her charge’s statement! “Okay, okay! Just hold still!” She clumsily brought her hooves up to the diaper and fiddled with the tabs on either side for a bit. It seemed like it took longer than it actually did for her to undo the tabs and bring the padded undergarment down, exposing Daring’s bottom. “Alright. Easy does it now.” She cautioned to herself as she then lifted up the lid of the toilet and slowly carried Daring Do over to the seat.

The little adventurer had to resist the urge to wiggle and wobble as she was lowered onto the toilet seat, her bare naked bottom soon hovering just above the opening. One wrong move would send her splashing down into the bowl below. She slowly settled herself and relaxed, letting nature take its course as her tail hiked upwards.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t clap her hooves in applause due to said hooves holding Daring Do up and preventing her from falling in, but she still managed to shower the foal with praise! “Alright, Daring! That was really good!”

Daring proudly puffed out her chest! “And you thought I couldn’t do it.” She taunted.

The off-duty Wonderbolt rolled her eyes as she carefully brought the foal back down, then used her recently freed hooves to grab some toilet paper to wipe Daring Do’s dirty flanks. “Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in. You still needed my help after all. Without me, you never could’ve gotten up on the seat or kept your balance.”

“I would’ve found a way.” Daring insisted as she was wiped clean and the dirty toilet paper subsequently tossed into the toilet bowl. She then watched Rainbow press down the long, silver handle to activate the flush cycle. The familiar roar of the toilet soon signaled the start of said cycle, taking everything in it away and leaving behind sparkling clean water as the cycle ended.

Rainbow proceeded to help Daring Do wash her hooves, and then Rainbow washed her own hooves for good measure before opting to put the unused diaper in the trash. “I hope I don’t regret doing this.” She said aloud.

“Of course you won’t!” Daring Do proclaimed with dramatic flare! “Daring Do will only be making daring doo doos in the great porcelain throne from now on!”





The two pegasi proceeded to exit the bathroom only to be greeted by the sight of Ahuizotl standing before them. Rainbow Dash set Daring Do down to look at him. “What’s the matter?” She asked the creature.

Ahuizotl appeared to sniffle a bit as he whimpered. “I… I... “ But he needn’t have bothered to say anything, the smell wafting from around him conveyed more than words the source of his distress.

Daring Do had to put a hoof to her mouth to keep herself from giggling aloud. “Serves you right, Ahuizotl! Too bad you can’t be a potty training master like me!” She thought to herself.

Rainbow just sighed. “I was hoping this would never happen. I swear, Pinkie Pie, the Cakes and Fluttershy always make it look easy,” And she instructed to Ahuizotl. “Well, I’m gonna need to get some supplies from the nursery. No way am I taking you there, I don’t need this smell stinking up my entire house! Just stay there and stay out of trouble, I’ll be back quick as a flash!” Then she zoomed away!

Ahuizotl was now alone in the bathroom with Daring Do, quickly taking notice of the fact that she didn’t have a diaper on. “Hey, how come you’re not wearing anything?!” He protested.

“Because I’m potty trained!” Daring Do boasted! “I’ve been potty trained since I was three years old, a fact I’m very proud of.”

“Yes, yes, so I’ve heard,” Ahuizotl replied with a groan. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to teach me how that ‘potty training’ works, would you?”

Daring felt extremely tempted to say no, but then an idea came to her. A rather naughty one at that but one that she quickly decided was worth it. “It’ll be just the thing to teach Ahuizotl a lesson!” She thought to herself as a mischievous grin broke out across her face. “Actually, Ahuizotl, you’re in luck. I’m feeling generous today, so I’m gonna teach you how we ponies do our business.”

“And then I won’t need to wear diapers?” Ahuizotl asked, suspecting nothing from Daring Do’s sudden change of heart.

“Oh yes, definitely not,” The little adventurer replied as she motioned for Ahuizotl to draw closer. “And we’ll start by getting you out of that dirty diaper. You can’t wear diapers if you wanna master the potty like I did.”

Ahuizotl managed to take off his diaper with a little bit of effort, gagging from the smell when it was opened and fell to the floor.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Daring Do insisted. “Now come on, come over here!”

Ahuizotl obeyed, drawing close to a large, white bowl object that he only vaguely knew about. “This is what you ponies do your business in, right?” He asked the little adventurer.

Daring gave a firm nod in reply. “Yup. It’s the great porcelain throne. And you’re in luck, the seat’s still up from when I used it earlier. You just climb up on the seat, and the rest is easy.”

The little creature looked up, eyeing the so called throne with uncertainty. “How am I supposed to get up there?” He questioned, before suddenly finding himself being lifted into the air courtesy of Daring Do herself. Yet she did not stop when Ahuizotl himself was level with the seat, something that began to worry him. “Hey, what are you doing?!” He inquired of the little adventurer!

Daring only replied by flying over the seat and hovering over the toilet bowl, at which point she released her grip on her regressed nemesis and let him fall. She then flew over, positioning herself on the handle as she heard a splash and saw Ahuizotl poke his head up from the water. “Sorry, Ahuizotl,” She declared as she stood perched on the handle. “I forgot to mention that the porcelain throne sometimes demands tribute.”

“What?!” Ahuziotl gasped as he tried in vain to clamber out of the bowl!

The pegasus foal promptly forced down the handle, starting the flush cycle with a mighty roar! “Consider this my revenge for turning me into a foal!” She shouted so as to be heard over the flushing toilet!

Ahuizotl screamed as the flush cycle began, the waters surrounding him quickly turning into a raging and dizzying whirlpool that spun him all about! Helplessly he spun, faster and faster! And then he felt a powerful suction take hold of him by the tail, pulling him down the bowl despite his best efforts to escape!

Daring Do watched as the water retreated down the hole, taking Ahuizotl with it. She soon saw her regressed arch-nemesis disappear down the drain with a series of watery gurgles. “So long, Ahuizotl! Don’t forget to write!” She taunted as the flush cycle ended and the waters in the toilet refilled, but Ahuizotl was nowhere to be seen.





As luck would have it, just after Daring had achieved her revenge and had fluttered down from the toilet handle, Rainbow Dash came back into the bathroom with a fresh diaper and changing supplies in tow. “Okay, Ahuizotl,” She declared while out of breath. “Now let’s…” But when she looked around she could no longer see the creature anywhere even though his dirty diaper lay on the bathroom floor.

Daring Do just smiled. “Hey, Rainbow Dash.” She innocently greeted.

“Where’s Ahuizotl?” Rainbow Dash questioned. “I thought I heard something.”

The little adventurer couldn’t resist declaring. “He’s never gonna bother us again! If we’re lucky, the porcelain throne will take care of him. Probably spit him out somewhere far away.”

Rainbow immediately became alarmed and her eyes went wide! “You didn’t!”

Daring nodded. “I did.”

“Daring Do, I can’t believe you!” Rainbow Dash gasped with horror as she ran to the toilet, almost sticking her down the bowl as she called to the drain! “Ahuizotl, can you hear me?!” But there was no reply.

“Have you forgotten that he’s the reason we’re in this mess to begin with?” Daring Do coldly snorted. “I’m sure he knows how to swim and hold his breath.”

“Even so he didn’t deserve that,” The brash speedster protested and scolded. “If he did it to you you wouldn’t like it. You are so getting a time out for this! But for now, I’ve gotta get a plunger.”

Daring blinked. “Why?” But when she looked at the toilet again she saw what the reason was. The toilet was now overflowing, water pouring over the edge of the seat and onto the floor. Clearly, something was now blocking the drain.

Rainbow first discarded the dirty diaper in the trash (so as not to leave it laying around any longer), then dashed away to retrieve a bright red plunger. She then came back to the bathroom and put the rubber end of the plunger into the overflowing toilet, plunging up and down repeatedly.

At last, the brash speedster felt something cling onto the plunger’s rubbery end and pulled hard. Sure enough, up popped a water logged and frightened Ahuizotl as the water retreated back down the drain. “You tricked me, Daring Do!” He coldly hissed while shivering.

Daring Do stuck out her tongue. “Well, I say it served you right for what you did to me. You’re just lucky Rainbow Dash is nicer than I was.”

Immediately, Rainbow Dash moved to break up a potential fight. “That’s enough, both of you!” She then explained. “Daring, I’m putting you back into diapers for this. And from now on, the toilet is off limits to both of you. I can’t handle another close call like this. Ahuizotl, I’m giving you a bath and then I’ll change you. In the future, if either of you has to go, you come get me.”

“But what will I use if I can’t use a toilet? No way am I going in my diapers!” Daring firmly protested!

“I’ll set up some training potties.” Rainbow replied before she set to work on preparing Ahuziotl’s bath.





“Good job, Ahuizotl!” Rainbow Dash praised the creature the next day as he was seated upon a small, plastic potty colored a bright pink and with the words “My Little Potty” written on it. “That’s how you do it!”

Ahuizotl beamed pride as a diapered Daring Do just grumbled. “You’re just lucky, that’s all.” She muttered to herself.

Ahuizotl only replied. “Well, you did help me a little, Daring Do. You helped me learn how to tell when I have to go.”

“I just didn’t want Rainbow Dash to have another dirty diaper to change, your last one was almost more than she could handle.” Daring insisted.

The little creature grumbled. “Your dirty diaper was no flower either. Daring Doo Doo really suited you right about then.”

“Now now, no fighting you two,” Rainbow insisted as she moved to wipe up Ahuizotl with some of the potty’s built in wet wipes. “Everyone has accidents. And if you two can’t learn how to behave, I’m never gonna be able to visit Twilight and figure out how to get you guys back to normal.”

“You mean, we could be stuck like this forever?!” Daring gasped in fright!

Ahuizotl immediately declared. “If it were just you, Daring Do, that would be just fine. It is unfortunate that we’re both going to suffer because of this. Though, undergoing this ‘potty training’ hasn’t been all bad.”

The little adventurer remarked and grumbled. “Of course you’d say that, you have it easy with Rainbow Dash. You have no idea how strict my parents became at enforcing potty time when I was in training.”

Ahuizotl began to grin, already getting an idea in his head about his next possible scheme of revenge. “Oh? How very interesting, Daring Do. Do tell.”

“Never!” Daring insisted as a raging blush formed on her cheeks!

But Ahuizotl was already beginning to scheme, and in his mind he thought to himself. “One way or another, Daring Do. I will find out about your past. After all, where do you think your parents got the inspiration for that ‘potty training king’ they told you about as a foal?”
> The First Foe (Rainbooms)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Long before they would come together to form their own rockband in high school, long before they ever found out about the existence of another world, the Rainbooms had been five seemingly ordinary humans living with their respective families in the city of Canterlot. They met each other occasionally for playdates as organized by their parents and those playdates were uneventful. They were too young to really remember much about them.

It wasn’t until the five future friends became toddlers that they would begin to draw close to one another. One experience in particular would help to ensure they were practically inseparable from each other, even though they’d later drift apart for a while as some of their families moved away (most especially with Applejack when she and her siblings were placed into the care of their aging grandmother, following the unexpected passing of their parents).

Before such events would occur, however, the five seemingly typical toddlers spent many of their days at a popular local daycare center run by a sweet young woman called Twinkleshine. Though not the only one running the place, Miss. Twinkleshine was so kind and so forgiving that all the littles one in the daycare took a shine to her, the little Rainbooms being no exception.

And it was while they were at this daycare that the five toddlers began to take notice of certain developments occurring in their lives. It all started when they noticed Rarity was the first among them to wear something different from the others one day. That something was an undergarment that looked kind of like a diaper, but at the same time it didn’t. It seemed like it didn’t stay on as snuggly as a diaper and boasted a more colorful design with cartoon characters.

Rarity naturally couldn’t resist showing off said undergarment to everyone she met. “Mommy and Daddy say this a pull-up,” She explained while pointing to it. “I no have to wear diapers anymore.”

“Why that?” Rainbow Dash had been the first in the circle of friends to ask.

Surprisingly, it was not Rarity who answered that question but Fluttershy. And the girl seemed to blush as she told the others. “It ‘cause she in potty training. It why big kids don’t wear diapers either.”

Pinkie Pie protested while poking at her diaper. “But I like diapers. Diapers so soft. I no wanna give them up.”

Rarity rolled her eyes in disbelief of the statement. “You no wanna be a big kid? Mommy and Daddy say everybody learn how to use potty eventually,” And she proudly boasted. “I actually ahead of many of you ‘cause Mommy and Daddy let me start early. Only Fluttershy old enough to also start potty training.”

Applejack questioned. “So, why she not in pull-ups too?”

Fluttershy looked shamefully at the ground as she confessed. “I not very good at it. Potty training not easy. You supposed to sit on potty and wait. Mommy or Daddy tell you when you no longer have to sit. If you do pee-pees or poo-poos they clean you up, then they empty into bigger potty that only grown-ups use.”

Applejack shook her head. “My brother use big potty and he not a grown-up, he wear pull-ups too.”

But Fluttershy whimpered. “Bigger potty really scary. It so big, it make strange noises, and anything that goes into it never comes back out. It disappears forever. I no like noise it makes, it only make noise when it make stuff disappear forever. What if that be me?”

Rainbow Dash shrugged off the comment while declaring. “You no have to use it. But I not scared. I learn potty training in ten seconds flat!”

At that, Rarity got an idea about how to make her boastful friend see sense. She knew a little about how that “bigger potty” Fluttershy had described worked, her mommy and daddy used it all the time without ever being scared and if they weren’t scared neither was she. But the young would be lady doubted her fellow toddlers knew what she knew, especially Rainbow Dash since she was the youngest of them all. “Prove it!” She suggested. “You use potty instead of diaper.”

Rainbow somewhat hesitantly replied. “But there no potties around here. I no can learn without a potty.”

Rarity just smirked. “There a potty all right, the one grown-ups like Mommy, Daddy and Miss. Twinkleshine use. You use that if you not scared of noise or disappearing forever.”

Applejack, Pinkie Pie and even Fluttershy joined Rarity in encouraging Rainbow! “Prove it!”

Having been goaded by her fellow toddlers and not wanting to look bad in front of them, Rainbow Dash proclaimed! “Alright! I do it and you all see! I make it look so easy, you all wanna be just like me,” But then she turned to Rarity and sheepishly asked. “Uh, where bigger potty at?”

“There one across the room,” Rarity explained while gesturing a hand to where an open door led to an ominously dark, unlit room. “Miss. Twinkleshine sometimes go there.”

Doing her best to put on a brave face, Rainbow said to her friends. “Okay. I go there too. You all can come if you not afraid.”





The room with the “bigger potty” wasn’t just dark, it was also cold and kind of smelly (though not in the sense of a bad smell and more in the sense of a strange smell that a toddler was unfamiliar with). It was only just possible to see the “bigger potty” as it stood all by itself at the back of the room. It was weirdly bowl shaped with some sort of box attached to it.

“Oh my!” Fluttershy proclaimed as the mere sight of such a tall object un-nerved her enough to almost have an accident. It was a testament to what little potty training she’d had that she was able to retain control of her bodily functions. “You braver than I am for trying to use big potty,” She told her seemingly fearless friend. “You sure you want to do this? I no want you to disappear forever!”

Though deeply scared on the inside of messing up, Rainbow Dash wouldn’t let it show outwardly as she just repeated her earlier claims of bravado. “I not gonna disappear forever! I gonna get it right in ten seconds flat! You all gonna think I so awesome!”

Applejack just giggled. “You not even gonna be able to try. The seat too high for you.”

Pinkie Pie, however, pointed out. “That okay, she can just climb up using step stool. I saw one when we enter this room.” And sure enough, close to where the door that served as the room’s only entrance was, there was a small wooden step stool.

Rarity quickly volunteered to push the stool as close to the edge of the “bigger potty” (she knew what it actually was called but wasn’t going to tell her friends just yet, it wasn’t important) as she could. Then, remembering her own training she instructed to Rainbow Dash. “Okay now. You take off diaper, then you climb onto seat and sit down. Then you just have to do pee pees and poo poos like grown-ups.”

“Alright,” Rainbow nodded. She proceeded to lift up her shirt and started clumsily tugging at her diaper’s tabs to get it to come undone. A task easier said than done given her clumsy, chubby little hands. “Urgh, come on!” She groaned as her face seemed to turn red from the effort, almost like she was about to have an accident.

Fortunately for the rainbow haired girl, Fluttershy came over to assist her as she placed her hands where the tabs were and undid them with ease. “I see how Mommy and Daddy do it when they change my diapers.” She explained to her fellow toddler.

Rainbow was grateful for the assist, quickly kicking the diaper down to her knees and then letting it fall off her completely as she took a step forward. She giggled a bit at the prospect of being semi-naked, before she made her way over to the step stool in front of the “bigger potty”. This was it, no turning back now even if she wanted to. And even if she didn’t have to go, she wasn’t about to admit such a thing to the others. One way or another, she would prove that she could conquer this strange contraption. After all, if someday she wanted to be just like her favorite heroes she couldn’t afford to let fear get the best of her.

So Rainbow Dash climbed up the step stool until she was almost level with the seat. She grabbed the edge with her hands and with a great deal of straining began to pull herself up. As she did so, the toddler could see down into the bowl itself. It looked almost like a bathtub or a pool with the water resting inside it, all smooth and reflective like a mirror. But at the bottom lie a hole, probably for making sure that whatever was inside “disappeared”.

Yet as the rainbow hired toddler pulled herself up further and onto the seat proper, she found it almost impossible to keep her balance! She tried to right herself, but that only seemed to make things worse! “Oh no! Oh no!” She cried in fear, desperately trying to grasp something, anything to keep herself from slipping off! But there was nothing for her to grab hold of besides the slippery seat!

The other toddlers could only watch with horror as they saw their fearless friend slip completely off the seat and into the bowl below with an audible splash! And then… there was nothing but silence.





Almost immediately, Rarity let out a shriek of horror and Fluttershy began to tear up! “Rainbow a goner! She disappear forever!” She cried and sobbed. “I afraid something like this would happen.”

“Of all the worst things that could happen, this THE, WORST, POSSIBLE THING!” Rarity shouted in dismay!

Applejack and Pinkie Pie were too stunned with shock to say anything, but in their minds they were each trying to process the unfortunate fate that had befallen their brave friend. All that remained of said friend now was her unused diaper that sat on the floor in front of them, still fresh and pristine.

But then suddenly, light flooded the entire room as the toddlers were momentarily blinded!

“What are you all doing in here?” A familiar sweet and gentle voice asked the four little ones, who promptly looked up to see none other than Miss. Twinkleshine standing before them.

Rarity confessed. “It my fault. I taunt Rainbow Dash into proving she can use ‘bigger potty’ and she try to do it, but she fall in.”

“Now she gone, forever. Never gonna see her again.” Fluttershy sniffled.

Twinkleshine’s reaction surprised everyone. She seemed to be struggling to hold back a laugh as she reassured the toddlers. “Now now, there’s no reason to be afraid. Rainbow Dash is just fine. After all, haven’t you all noticed that something hasn’t happened yet?”

“What sort of something?” Fluttershy asked.

Pinkie Pie seemed to realize what the something was, however, as she let out another gasp! “I know! ‘Bigger potty’ not make strange sound it always makes. Why is that, Miss. Twinkleshine?”

Twinkleshine smiled. “I’m very glad you asked that, Pinkie Pie,” She proceeded to point a silver object resting off to one side of the bowl like contraption that could now be seen as a gleaming white in color. “Do you see that handle?” She asked, and when her charges nodded in confirmation she explained. “That is what makes the strange sounds you all hear. It’s called a flush, which is how this ‘bigger potty’ empties itself after it is used.”

“So, because Rainbow not use it, she safe?” Fluttershy reluctantly yet hopefully inquired.

Twinkleshine nodded again as she peered down into the bowl, noticing a very wet Rainbow Dash sitting inside with her eyes closed. “It’s okay, Rainbow Dash. You can open your eyes now, you have nothing to fear,” She instructed to the rainbow hired girl, promptly reaching down and pulling her out with ease. “You were never in danger of disappearing.”

“I not?” Rainbow questioned in uncertainty.

“Yes indeed,” Twinkleshine explained. “After all, that hole at the bottom is much too small for you to fit down. Besides, you’re not supposed to be in the toilet.”

“Toilet?” The toddler slowly blinked. “That what ‘bigger potty’ called?”

The caretaker nodded once more as she slowly set the toddler on the tiled floor. “Yes it is. And although it may seem frightening to you all, it cannot harm you. However, if you wanted to use it, you’re to ask a grown-up for help specifically so that something like this doesn’t happen,” She proceeded to frown at Rainbow. “Now you’re all wet.” 

Rainbow Dash apologized. “I sorry Miss. Twinkleshine.”

Twinkleshine just sighed. “It’s really my fault for not keeping the bathroom door locked when it’s not in use, and leaving the toilet lid up. I need to do a better job of remembering to do that,” Then she turned to the other toddlers. “I’m going to get Rainbow Dash cleaned up. Then she’ll be joining the rest of you for nap time. And Rarity, you are going to go in time out when nap time is done. It’s not nice to pressure others into doing dangerous things.”

Rarity reluctantly accepted her fate. “Yes, Miss. Twinkleshine.”

However, Fluttershy reluctantly raised a hand as she declared. “Um, Miss. Twinkleshine. I sorry, I had an accident.” And she showed her diaper that was heavily soaked.

Twinkleshine tried her best not to look upset. “Okay, thank you for telling me,” She proceeded to scoop the little girl up with one arm. “I’ll change you first, then I’ll clean Rainbow Dash,” Looking across to the changing station she got an idea. “And for good measure, Rarity, I think I’ll be putting you back into diapers for a while. Maybe then you won’t be so easily tempted to brag and dare others to do things like this.”

Rarity pouted. “But I no wanna go back to diapers! I like pull-ups!”

“Well, perhaps you should have thought of that before you decided to dare Rainbow Dash to prove she was a big girl,” Twinkleshine scolded. “You know full well that potty training can be difficult and should not be attempted without a grown-up. That goes for all of you. If any of you want to try it, you’re more than welcome to but please ask me or another grown-up first so we can help you out. We have lots of potties for children your age, and a special seat for those that want to use the toilet.”

Reluctantly, Rarity admitted. “I know that,” And she apologized to Rainbow Dash. “I sorry I make you do this. I just wanted you to see that potty training not easy, so then you no tease Fluttershy for still being in diapers.”

Rainbow Dash replied. “I not gonna tease her anymore.”

Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie wondered. “So, if someone flush toilet while Rainbow Dash inside it, would she disappear?”

Twinkleshine shook her head. “No, Pinkie. That wouldn’t be possible. No one can be flushed down the toilet, if they tried they would get stuck. And I don’t want ANY of you to go anywhere near the toilet without my say-so. I don’t want anymore incidents like this.”

All five toddlers agreed at the same time. “Yes, Miss. Twinkleshine."
> The Great, White Bowl (Surprise)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite being in potty training for only a few months, Pinkie Pie found it to be quite fun thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Sure it was quite different compared to the rock farm, but it was way better than her previous freedom to run around and go wherever she wanted. At least she didn’t have to wear diapers all the time.

Then one day, Mr. Cake and his wife made an announcement. “Good news, Pinkie Pie!” He told the pink filly. “Tomorrow, we are going to have a special guest coming over.”

“Speciaw guest?!” Pinkie Pie gasped!

“That’s right!” Mrs. Cake nodded. “Her name is Surprise. She is a curious little pegasus filly and her mommy and daddy want us to keep an eye on their daughter while they're at work. Who knows, you might become friends with her.“

“Yay!” Pinkie Pie cheered. “I can’t wait to meet hew! We have so much fun!”





When Surprise (who was almost three years old with a white coat and a yellow mane and tail) was brought to Sugarcube Corner the next morning by her father (both he and his wife worked at the weather factory in Cloudsdale), Pinkie Pie found that she was not only a curious little filly, she was also quite silly. However, she didn’t expect to play a huge role when it came to her special guest’s potty training (even after noticing Surprise was still in diapers, something quite rare for ponies her age)

It all started when Surprise woke up from her nap after hearing a loud noise, which was then replaced by a strange gurgling sound. She had been frightened when she first heard it, but as time went by she slowly got used to it. She didn’t know for sure what was making it, but she did know that it was coming from the bathroom since her nursery back home had been next to it. That was where she’d first heard the loud, strange noises.

After seeing Mrs. Cake trotting out of the bathroom one day, Surprise decided that it was time to find out what was making that loud noise once and for all. With a great deal of wiggling and shimmying, she managed to squeeze herself through the bars of the crib she was in, and hovered safely onto the floor, her diaper crinkled upon landing. She then slowly made her way out of the nursery. Seeing that the coast was clear, she crawled down the hallway until she found the bathroom. Once inside, she started looking around, trying to find what was making that loud noise. It didn’t take long for something to catch her eyes.

Standing next to the bathtub was a white, tall looking object. The bottom part of it appeared to be anchored to the floor, was shaped like a bowl and had a round shaped seat and lid. There was also a wide, rectangular box attached to the back of it with a gold handle on the upper left side of it.

Being quite curious, the little white pegasus decided to take a better look at this strange object. Flapping her wings, she lifted herself up off the ground and made her way up until she was level with the height of the bowl. Upon landing on the seat, she discovered that it was quite slippery when her hooves started to slip and slide. Luckly, she somehow managed to keep her balance. 

Looking down into the bowl, Surprise saw that it was filled with crystal clear water. She found that to be a bit strange since there was also a round shaped hole at the very bottom. How could the bowl be filled with water if there’s a hole in it?

Determined to find her answer, Surprise turned her attention to the bright gold handle. Could that be the cause of those loud noises that she’d heard just a little while ago? There was only one way to find out.

The little filly carefully made her way across the seat until she was underneath the handle. She then flapped her wings and grabbed it with her front hooves. It took quite a bit of strength, but she managed to pull it down.

FWOOSH!

Suddenly, Surprise heard the familiar loud noise from earlier! But what she saw next made her gasp! Looking down into the bowl, she noticed the water was not only rising, it was also spinning around and around! With her eyes wide open, she watched the water spin faster and faster before it swirled down the hole and disappeared! There was a strange gurgling sound and then the water came back, refilling the bowl slowly.

The little pegasus was really quite amazed with what had just happened! Not only did she now know that the object was causing the loud noise, she also saw how it worked!





The loud noise caught the attention of Pinkie Pie and the Cakes. Realizing that it was from the bathroom, they quickly ran inside and gasped when they saw their special guest who came down and landed next to them.

“Surprise, what are you doing?!” Mrs. Cake cried. “The big pony potty is not a toy!”

“Big pony potty?” Surprise questioned as she eyed the object that she’d just come down from. 

This caused the three earth ponies to realize what their special guest wanted to know about.

“This is what big ponies use instead of diapers,” Mr. Cake explained to Surprise. “And the noise you heard was the big pony potty cleaning and emptying itself. That is called a flush.”

Pinkie Pie nodded her head and pointed a hoof at the gold handle. “But tat not aww!” She told the curious little pegasus. “If you puww handwe, whatevew in big pony potty go away! It wike magic! You wanna see how?!”

Surprise rapidly nodded her head before she and Pinkie Pie were picked up and placed onto the tank by Mrs. Cake who then pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll on the wall. After placing it into the toilet, she gave Pinkie Pie the signal to go ahead and flush it.

Without even hesitating, the pink earth pony placed a hoof on the gold handle and pressed it down.

FWOOSH!

The toilet once again roared loudly and the two fillies watched the toilet paper get sucked down the drain and disappeared.

“Woah!” Surprise gasped, clearly amazed. “Big pony potty coow!” Then she remembered something. “You know, my mommy and daddy say I awmost weady fow it.”

This gave Mr. Cake an idea. “Well, if you like, we can talk to your mommy and daddy when they come to pick you up. We can ask them if we can help you use the big pony potty, like how we helped potty train Pinkie Pie.” He suggested to the little white filly.

“OHHHHHH!” Pinkie Pie excitedly declared. “We couwd be potty paws!”

“Me like tat!” Surprise cheered with excitement!





After hearing about everything when they came to pick their daughter up, Surprise’s parents agreed to let Pinkie Pie and the Cakes help them with their daughter’s potty training, much to the delight of both fillies.

About a month later, during a playdate at Sugarcube Corner, Surprise and Pinkie Pie were brought into the bathroom by Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Soon they were all standing next to the porcelain throne.

“Ya weady to twy using big pony potty?” The pink earth pony asked the white coated filly who nodded as her diaper was removed by Mr. Cake. She was then picked up and was placed onto the toilet by Mrs. Cake, who was also carefully processing the filly’s rump over the bowl.

Upon sitting down on the toilet seat, the little pegasus started kicking her hind legs which were dangling over the edge. It was kind of like she was sitting on her training potty, except her rear hooves were not touching the floor. After a few minutes she felt her tail hike upward. And soon, the four ponies heard some tinkling along with a series of splashing water. And the smell that came afterward made it clear what that meant.

“Oh, Surprise,” Mrs. Cake said, clearly impressed. “We’re all so proud of you!”

“Yes indeed,” Mr. Cake agreed as he pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll and used it to clean the little filly. “If you keep this up, you’ll be a big filly in no time!”

Surprise couldn’t help but smile. She was feeling very proud of herself.

“You know what come next, wight?” Pinkie Pie asked once Mr. Cake had tossed the used toilet paper into the toilet.

The little white coated pegasus filly nodded her head rapidly before spreading her wings. She flew up and grabbed the gold handle with her front hooves and pulled it down, flushing the toilet. She then watched everything in the bowl spin around with the water before it was sucked down the drain and disappeared.

Pinkie Pie cheered, knowing that she had just made a new friend.
> Train and Gain (Wind Rider)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wind Rider had always prided himself on being the best at everything, no matter what it is or who he had to beat. It was an ambition that some might say bordered on arrogance, but it had served him well throughout his life. Only he could’ve worked his way up from a nopony to the greatest flyer the Wonderbolts had ever known. The records he set would stand for all time, in no small part because anypony who even came close always seemed to end up involved in or accused of “suspicious activity”.

But the pegasus had put that all behind him now. The Wonderbolts were being led by a younger generation, including a rather feisty young captain who seemed eager to prove herself. And one of her first acts had been to convince Wind Rider to retire, a decision that he had ultimately agreed to upon learning of the birth of his granddaughter. And now he was determined to be the best grandfather ever for the little filly.

So it was quite a surprise one day for Wind Rider to be visited by his daughter: Diamond Dust. And by her child: Lightning Dust. In particular, he couldn’t help but notice what was currently clad around the little one’s waist. “So, you finally got around to potty training Lightning?” He said with what sounded more like harsh judgement than praise. “By the time you were her age, Diamond, I already had you fully trained.”

Diamond Dust just replied. “Well, I was right to hold off on the training because Moon Dust got too carried away. Lightning’s first experience with the porcelain throne almost ended with it gobbling up my precious baby. The brave may not fear the grave, but I do fear losing my only child.”

Lightning Dust shuddered, recalling the memory. “So scary. Mommy say I have to wait to wear ‘All Star Underwear’. Diapers safer.”

“It’s quite alright, everpony learns at their own pace,” Diamond encouraged Lightning. “We need to up your challenge level gradually, get you used to taking on bigger things like the throne. We’ll still have you out of diapers by the time you’re old enough for preschool. Then you’ll be just like your mommy.”

Wind Rider was quick to offer. “If it’s just the new fangled throne toilet that’s giving her trouble, you can always just train her the old fashioned way.”

Diamond made a face and rolled her eyes. “Chamber pots are so old school! Nopony bothers with them anymore and nopony makes ‘em either. Everypony knows throne toilets are where it’s at it, only poor ponies think otherwise and even they at least have toilets that flush. Even you have to admit a throne toilet is useful.”

“I only got one installed because your mother wouldn’t stop nagging me about it,” Wind Rider stubbornly insisted. “I never had any trouble with training when it was just chamber pots. I was the first foal in my class to graduate from diapers, and I made sure the same was true for you, Diamond. And if I have to, I’ll see to it that my granddaughter is the same way. You think the Wonderbolts are going to accept those who settle for less than the best?”

Diamond Dust sighed. “I can’t believe you still hold onto your chamber pot, Dad. I know I didn’t bother hanging onto mine when I moved out.”

Wind Rider only replied with a smug grin. “You never know when it might come in handy. Besides, it’s a motivation for me to be the best no matter what. Always has and always will be.” Then he started thinking back to his own experiences with such an object. Back to a time when chamber pots were the rule and not the exception as to how ponies did their business.





“So, Wind,” Mrs. Rider was explaining one fateful day while bringing her son into the bathroom. “From now on, instead of diapers I want you to use your chamber pot. Your father and I picked it out specifically for you. It’s the finest pot in all of Equestria.” And indeed it seemed that the “pot” could easily lay claim to such a fact. It barely looked like a “pot” though, it was elevated off the ground and had a weird handle near the rim. Still, it was lavishly decorated and easily stood out in the otherwise drab bathroom.

Little Wind Rider just looked at the object with uncertainty. He’d started to grow bored of always needing his diapers changed, but he wasn’t sure how this… “pot” was supposed to help. The few pots he’d seen prior had been for preserving flowers, but there was no soil of any sort in this “pot”.

Mrs. Rider seemed to sense her son’s uncertainty as she moved sit him upon the chamber pot and gently coax him. “It’s alright. I don’t expect you to get it right away. I just want you to get used to the idea of sitting upon it. Of course, if you do use it I expect you to come get either your father or I. We’ll help you ‘clean up’ as it were.”

Wind Rider was promptly placed upon the chamber pot and there he sat. And he sat there, and sat there, and sat there but nothing seemed to happen. It felt like an eternity had passed before he was allowed to get up from the pot, feeling rather unsatisfied that nothing had really been done. It wouldn’t be so bad if not for the fact that he knew he’d have to come back to the bathroom whenever he did need to do something.

“We can try again later, Wind,” Mrs. Rider reassured her son as she helped him to stand and then inspected the pot, only to find it empty. “In time, you’ll learn how to tell when you have to go. And who knows? Maybe someday, we’ll be able to afford one of those new ‘toilets’. I hear they’re more efficient than chamber pots, even if they aren’t portable.”

So it was that for little Wind his first attempt at using what grown-ups used to do their business came and went with little fanfare and even less to show for results.

Fortunately for the young colt, his father would be there to give him the encouragement and motivation to keep at it. “So, you’re finally starting potty training, huh, son?” The older pegasus remarked while skimming over the newspaper held in his hooves. “I bet you can hardly wait to be out of diapers and enjoy all the new freedoms. After all, Junior Speedsters is always on the lookout for possible future cadets. And from Junior Speedsters it’s only a hop, skip and a jump to the Wonderbolts, the best of the best that Cloudsdale has to offer.”

“Now dear, you shouldn’t get Wind’s hopes up. Not everypony becomes a Wonderbolt,” Mrs. Rider tried to caution. “I know many fine ponies who never tried out for those stunt fliers, and they’ve lived perfectly good lives.”

“Maybe for lesser ponies, but we don’t settle for less than the best,” Mr. Rider firmly declared. “That’s how we Riders do things. If our son’s ever going to make a name for himself, he needs to learn early on that he has to be willing to do everything it takes to get noticed. You think anypony’s gonna take him seriously if he’s still in diapers long after his peers no longer need them?”

At that, Wind became stricken with fear. He’d already overheard about some other foals who were “pretty far along” in their training. He didn’t want to be the one left behind! Then and there, he raced back to the bathroom and scrambled onto the chamber pot in a clumsy fashion! If he didn’t have to go, he’d just sit there for however long it would take until he did have to go! If that’s what it took to ensure he’d have a shot at whatever future he wanted, that’s what he would do.

The little colt would soon be rewarded for his decision as he heard a faint hissing noise that seemed to echo everywhere. But it wasn’t until he looked down into the pot that he realized where the noise was coming from or what it meant! “I did it!” He loudly cheered, making sure there was no way either of his parents couldn’t hear him! “I gonna be big pony!”

Mr. and Mrs. Rider entered the bathroom a short time later, and when their son showed off his accomplishment to them they were both filled with joy and pride. Mr. Rider in particular gave his son a reassuring pat on the head as he praised him. “Well done, my boy! That’s the kind of can do attitude I like to see! The kind that gets results no matter what! Keep this up, and you’ll be head of the Wonderbolts in no time. I guarantee it.”

Mrs. Rider, meanwhile, wiped her son’s rump clean as she told him. “I think you deserve a reward for using your chamber pot like you’re supposed to. Perhaps it’ll help keep you motivated. After all, they’re the latest development in foal care, or so everypony says.” She then left the bathroom and returned shortly with a green colored package of some kind. Ripping it open, the mare revealed some kind of triangle like object inside that looked kind of like diapers. But these were different somehow, for one thing they were brightly colored and had cartoon ponies printed on them.

Wind Rider looked up. “What those?” He asked.

Mrs. Rider smiled as she unfolded one of the diaper like objects with her wings. “They’re called pull-ups. They’re like diapers, except you can slip them on and off much easier. No more needing to mess with sticky tapes or tabs.” Then she helped her son into the “pull-up”, making sure it was on as tight as it could be.

Mr. Rider smiled. “Aren’t you lucky? You’ll be the first on the block to wear these awesome new things. You’ll be the envy of every potty training foal you meet.”





As the flashback ended, Wind Rider declared to his daughter. “You let me try my luck with little Lightning for a while. You can’t protect her forever, you know.”

“I know,” Diamond Dust declared in reply while nervously looking over to her little filly. “But still...”

Wind Rider sighed. “I promise I’ll be careful if that’ll make you feel better. But I never let anything bad happen to you when I was potty training you, now did I?”

Diamond reluctantly agreed. “No, you didn’t,” And she slowly hoofed her still diapered daughter over to Wind while cooing. “Lightning, Grandpa Wind is gonna take good care of you. Do whatever he tells you to do, okay?”

Lightning eagerly agreed, thrilled to be spending time with her favorite (and only) grandpa. “Okay. Be good for Mama and Grandpa.”

“Excellent!” Wind Rider declared as he then took the liberty of carrying the foal now under his care away, promptly taking her into the “throne room”. “I don’t know what it was that went down when your parents introduced you to the porcelain god, but it’s going to stop here and now! You need to learn how to conquer it like the big pony you’re meant to be!”

Lightning Dust whimpered as she looked up at the all mighty throne. It wasn’t exactly the same one that had almost gobbled her up by the tail (that was one back at her own home and she had stayed as far away from it as possible since), but it was still so unnerving to see it. “No wanna! Too scary!” She insisted and turned her head to avoid looking at it.

Wind wasn’t about to take no for an answer though. He just lifted up the lid of the “throne” and undid his granddaughter’s diaper. “There’s nothing to be scared of. It fears you more than you fear it!” He told her as he delicately placed her upon the “throne”’s seat. “Now just relax. Don’t move around and you’ll be just fine, I promise. You know I’d never let anything bad happen to the bestest foal in the whole world!” Then he not so subtly encouraged. “Now go ahead, don’t hold back! Give the porcelain god the daily tribute it demands!”

And Lightning obeyed with only some hesitation. It was not unlike with her diapers when she was always encouraged to let it all out. The only difference was that this time there was no diaper on her to hold it all. Instead, she heard a series of splashes until finally she felt “empty”.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Wind Rider commented as he carefully picked up his granddaughter, wiping her clean with a few rolls of toilet paper. “Now all that’s left is to complete the ritual and make the offering official. Why don’t you do the honors?” And as he held onto her, he brought her closer and closer to the familiar shiny, ramp-like object she had glanced at once before.

Lightning Dust reluctantly forced it down.

CLICK

FWOO-WISH

The “god” roared to life like it had done before, but Lightning felt safer in her grandfather’s care and so resisted the urge to fly away.

Soon, it was all over. The roar stopped and Wind Rider put the lid back down before he declared to his granddaughter. “You just do it like that and the throne will never give you trouble.”
> Of Bathrooms and Big Foals (Dizzy Twister)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dizzy Twister wasn’t initially concerned when her daughter didn’t come home at the time she usually did. It was Nightmare Night after all, so her filly was probably out enjoying the night and all it had to offer. She could well remember her own experiences with the holiday and staying out long past her bedtime even on school nights to take part in it. Heck, when Scootaloo was younger, Dizzy had often taken her foal out while dressed up in costume herself.

A sigh of longing escaped Dizzy’s lips as she started to reflect on all the memories she had of raising Scootaloo. She kind of missed the days when Scootaloo was a baby pony who always looked up to her, whereas now the filly was so headstrong and independent it was almost like she didn’t need a mom in her life at all. Yes, that’s kind of what every parent ultimately wanted, but the pegasus mare felt she had succeeded maybe a little too well in encouraging those developments.

“I know it’s not possible, but I’d really like to have Scootaloo as my little foal again,” Dizzy Twister thought to herself as the night wore on, refusing to leave her be even as she gave out candy to everypony who stopped by her house (including Pinkie Pie, to her great surprise). “Even if it was just for a day, or even a night. Maybe it wouldn’t have to be all the way, I wouldn’t want to start changing diapers again.”

Eventually, however, the candy collectors stopped coming by and most Nightmare Night activities had come to a close. Yet even then Scootaloo hadn’t returned, and now Dizzy began to grow worried. Had something happened to her daughter? Had she perhaps wandered into the Everfree Forest and gotten lost? Maybe she’d gone to a party and lost track of the time?

The pegasus mare with an amber coat and rose colored eyes was just about ready to head out and start searching for her daughter, when her ears picked up the sound of something in her house. It sounded like ringing, though from what she didn’t know. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Dizzy went to the source of the noise to investigate.

The noise was coming from some kind of object that the mare had never seen before. It had some kind of speaker like device on the top of it, while the bottom had buttons with numbers painted on them. Dizzy approached the object and picked up its top, bringing it close to her ear as if something was compelling her to do so. “H-hello?” She called into what she assumed was the speaker.

A voice soon spoke up through the speaker, a voice that Dizzy Twister swore she recognized from somewhere but couldn’t place the source. “This is the residence of Scootaloo’s mother, is it not?” The voice asked. “I’m speaking to Mrs. Twister, correct?”

“Yes… this is Dizzy Twister speaking.” Dizzy replied. Somehow, despite being at a loss as to the voice’s identity she felt comfortable insead of frightened.

“Good,” The voice answered back. “I just wanted to let you know that your daughter is safe and sound, Mrs. Twister. Or should I say Dizzy? In either case, your daughter’s here with me, alongside one of her friends. And before you ask, they’re both okay. I make sure to take good care of all my foals.”

Dizzy breathed a small sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s good to hear. She hasn’t given you too much trouble, has she?”

The voice giggled. “No more trouble than any other foal, really. She did get a little upset at her loss of bathroom privileges, but it’s her own fault for having an accident in the first place. Fortunately, she seems to have adjusted to her diapers quite well.”

“Diapers?” Dizzy Twister blinked in confusion. “Scootaloo hasn’t had a need for those in quite a long time. Has she been wetting the bed this whole time and not telling me?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” The voice offered. “I can bring you to her location right now if you’d like. Though I have to warn you, house rules will apply.”

But the pegasus mare had made up her mind right on the spot. “Please, I need to see my daughter as soon as possible. If anything’s wrong with her that she hasn’t been telling me, I need to know! Besides, it’s late even for Nightmare Night and she should be getting to bed.”

The voice simply declared in a somewhat ominous (yet still rather gentle) tone of voice. “Very well then, if that’s what you wish. It’ll be lovely to have you over here again, my little Dizzy.”

Before the pegasus with a pink and pale raspberry mane and tail had a chance to ask the voice what it meant by those last words, she felt something strange and unexplained take hold of her! Without warning, a gust of wind enveloped her and her eyes slammed shut as she let go of the object she’d just been holding in her hooves! It faded away just as mysteriously as it had arrived, as if it had never been there in the first place.





“Good news, my little ponies,” Honey Sugar told her charges in the nursery. “You’re going to have a playmate.”

Sweetie Belle gasped and her sap green eyes went wide! “Really?! Who’s it going to be?!”

But Scootaloo whimpered in protest. “Just great, somepony else is gonna see me in diapers! Oh please, please don’t let it be Rainbow Dash! If it is, I swear to Celestia I’m gonna die of embarrassment!”

The ghostly mare just grinned and winked her eyes. “I have a feeling you’ll be quite familiar with this guest, Scootaloo. She’s here specifically to see you, and she’s been worried sick about you for some time now.”

At that the tomboyish filly’s own eyes went wide as a realization flashed in her mind! “Wait, you mean…”

Just then, there was a whooshing sound as a gust of wind suddenly blew in from out of nowhere! Bright lights swirled around in front of the fillies turned foals (more or less), as Honey Sugar just smiled and floated over towards said lights. “Ah, I believe our guest has arrived.” She declared.

The lights faded just as quickly as they had appeared and the wind abruptly died down. And there for all to see was a pegasus that looked to be roughly the same size (and probably same age) as the still diapered Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. Said pegasus’ cutie mark practically gave away its identity: A depiction of three tornadoes. Only one pegasus had such a cutie mark!

“Mom?!” Scootaloo exclaimed with disbelief!

Dizzy’s rose colored eyes slowly opened, taking in their surroundings as she soon spotted her daughter and Sweetie Belle in what looked to be some kind of nursery. “Scootaloo?” She questioned, her voice sounding noticeably more high pitched.

Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, looked over at the ghostly mare as she questioned. “What’s going on here, Mrs. Sugar?”

Mrs. Sugar just winked and explained with a smile. “It’s really quite simple, I brought Dizzy here because she wanted to see her daughter. Of course, this isn’t the first time she’s been in my care. After all, I’ve been around for quite a long time. Most ponies know me as Nanny Ghosty.”

“Now I remember you!” Dizzy Twister exclaimed with realization! “But I always thought you were just an old pony’s tale that I dreamt up after having too much Nightmare Night candy,” She then blushed. “Goodness, it feels so strange to be so… young,” But a faint giggle escaped her lips as she added. “Although, it seems my daughter has gotten even younger if she’s gone back to diapers.”

The tomboyish pegasus filly pouted, throwing her hooves over her diaper as she tried to hide it from her regressed female parent. “I don’t need these stupid things. I only had one small accident, and it was only because Mrs. Sugar startled me!”

Mrs. Sugar only scolded. “If that’s enough to make you pee-pee yourself, then you’re obviously not as much of a big pony as you claim to be.”

Sweetie Belle added. “Yeah. Besides, this way we’re safe from the potty monster. You know it likes to eat foals.”

Scootaloo protested. “There’s no such thing as a potty monster! It’s just something made up to scare little foals! We’re old enough to know better!”

Honey Sugar just responded. “Are you really so sure of what you know? You thought you were a big pony and yet you had an accident because you claim I startled you. And most ponies think I’m just a scary story too, but as you can clearly see I’m as real as you are.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything!” The tomboyish filly tried to insist even as her brave facade was starting to crack ever so slightly.

Dizzy quickly got an idea in her head about how to put her daughter’s claims to rest and end the silly argument once and for all. “Why don’t we just see if there’s an actual potty monster here?” She suggested. “I obviously haven’t been diapered yet, so that means I still have my bathroom privileges.”

Honey Sugar smiled as she approached her newest (and oldest in terms of age) foal. “What a great idea, Dizzy. But be careful, the bathroom can be a very dangerous and frightening place for foals such as you.”

“It’s alright,” The regressed pegasus mare proclaimed. “I know you won’t let anything bad happen to me. I remember that you were always so protective of me when I was the only foal in your care. I’m sure you would’ve been an excellent mother in life.”

Sweetie just replied. “You’re a lot braver than I am, Mrs. Twister. I for one wouldn’t go anywhere that Mrs. Sugar told me not to go into.”

Honey Sugar sweetly declared. “I think I’ll make an exception just this one, as long as I’m the one supervising this bathroom visit,” Though she was quick to warn Dizzy Twister. “If you don’t make it or run away, your bathroom privileges will be revoked and you’ll spend the night diapered just like the other foals. I’ll also start treating you just like them instead of treating you as bigger than them.”

Now Scootaloo felt torn even as she outwardly cheered. “Come on, Mom! Show everypony that the potty monster is just something dumb foals believe in when they don’t know about toilets!” In the back of her mind she was thinking. “It would be great if Mom was on the same level as Sweetie Belle and I. Maybe then I’d have somepony who feels the same way about all of this stuff as I do.”





Mrs. Sugar promptly directed Dizzy Twister and the other foals down a long hallway, past several other doors that appeared to be unmarked. Then, at the end of the hallway, a bathroom door came into view. But in contrast to the other doors, it was wide open and the room inside brightly lit as if something or someone had been expecting ponies to drop by.

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle pointed out as they drew near the bathroom. “Why does it look like there’s a sign that reads: ‘Enter if you dare!’?”

Scootaloo dismissively retorted. “It’s probably just a prank. Mrs. Sugar’s just trying to play this up to scare us. But I’m not scared! I just know my mom’s gonna prove there’s no such thing as a potty monster!” Under her breath she quickly added. “I hope.”

Dizzy slowly stepped forward, trotting into the bathroom proper as she gazed at her destination: A lone, gleaming white toilet that rested all alone at the back of the room. She couldn’t tell if it was actually bigger than most toilets, or if it just seemed that way due to her shrunken stature. Either way, the regressed mare did her best to keep a brave face as she carefully approached the porcelain throne in all its majesty.

Yet suddenly and without warning, the toilet began to transform before Dizzy’s very eyes! Two large horns appeared on either side of its tank, its bowl morphing into a mouth with razor sharp teeth and a tongue! It even sprouted legs as it rose up from its resting place on the bathroom floor, letting out a fierce roar in the process!

“Feed… me…!” The toilet declared in a low voice as it came closer to Dizzy Twister, licking its lips!

Scootaloo was the first one to scream! “No way! The potty monster’s real!” She shouted, ducking behind Sweetie Belle!

Sweetie Belle screamed and jumped back! “Don’t let it eat me! I don’t wanna get eaten!”

Even Dizzy was stricken with fright as she tried to run away, only to trip as one of her hooves was tied up with toilet paper! Said toilet paper then began acting like a rope, pulling her back towards the terrifying toilet that looked ready to eat! “Honey Sugar, help! The potty monster’s trying to get me!”

Honey Sugar was quick to spring into action! She flew forward in her ghostly form, promptly severing the toilet paper rope link that held Dizzy captive! Then she locked eyes with the monster and scolded it quite severely! “That’s enough of that! You know better than to scare innocent foals! And they’re not meant to be eaten either, they’re not good for your diet!”

At that the transformed toilet seemed to whimper as it apologized. “Sorry. But I’m so hungry, and so lonely. I didn’t mean to hurt anypony, honest.” And as quickly as it had transformed into a monster, it transformed back into a plain old toilet.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Mrs. Sugar apologized to Dizzy and to the other foals in her care. “There’s a fair bit of magic that takes on a mind of its own in this house. Sometimes it manifests itself in ways such as what you just saw. That’s why I usually don’t let foals use the bathroom when they’re in my care,” She then lifted up the lid of the toilet. “If you still want to, Dizzy, you can use the big potty.”

Dizzy Twister nodded as she was promptly “floated” onto the seat by Honey Sugar. Then she blushed as she saw Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looking at her. “Uh, could you two maybe look away for a bit? It’s rude to watch other ponies go potty.”

“You did it all the time with me when I was a foal.” Scootaloo protested.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yeah, and Rarity and Mom and Dad did the same thing with me.”

Mrs. Sugar corrected the foals. “That’s different. It’s a grown-up’s job and responsibility to watch foals when they’re on the potty. But even then, they eventually leave you alone do they not?”

Scootaloo and Sweetie reluctantly agreed and said at the same time. “Yeah.” And so they turned their heads.

While their heads were turned, Sweetie whispered to Scootaloo. “Guess there is such a thing as a potty monster after all, huh?”

Scootaloo only whispered back with a grumble. “Shut up.”





A few seconds later (even if it felt longer to both diapered fillies turned foals heard Mrs. Sugar tell them. “Ok, little ones, you can turn around now. Dizzy’s all done going potty.”

And Dizzy cheered while beaming with pride! “Yeah! It was easy, and so much fun too! It’s too bad you two aren’t big enough to use it.”

Mrs. Sugar promptly scolded (while helping Dizzy Twister to wipe). “Now Dizzy, bragging about such privileges is wrong. Everypony learns at their own pace, after all. And you’ll still be diapered for bed time tonight, just to be safe.”

Dizzy Twister pouted. “Do I really have to? I proved I’m a big pony who doesn’t pee-pee or poo-poo herself.”

Mrs. Sugar nodded. “I don’t wanna risk any wet sheets in case you have an accident. You’re not much older than Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle are, and sometimes a foal’s bladder can be unpredictable,” Then she asked. “Now then, I’m all done wiping. Do you wanna do the honors?” She gestured to the silver flusher resting off to the right side of the tank.

“Sure thing, but only if Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle get to watch. I think you can trust them not to get carried away with it.” Dizzy insisted, much to the surprise of both foals.

Honey Sugar just nodded again, floating both diapered foals onto the surprisingly spacious seat and making sure they were positioned so that they wouldn’t slip off it. “Okay, Dizzy. Whenever you’re ready.”

Receiving the go ahead from the ghost, Dizzy fluttered and flapped her wings as she flew up to the long, gleaming silver handle and pressed it down. This was always the best part!

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle kept their gaze transfixed on the toilet bowl as the toilet itself roared into action! This roar was different from its “monster” roar though. And the foals watched as everything inside the bowl became swept up by a rapidly spinning whirlpool that suddenly materialized! Then the dizzying whirlpool retreated without warning, pulling everything down the bowl and through a large hole at the bottom. The water soon returned, now sparkling clean and without a trace of anything that had been in it earlier.

Sweetie looked across to Scootaloo. “Pretty scary, isn’t it? Even if it’s not a monster, you can see how foals might be scared of the potty, right?”

Scootaloo shrugged her hooves. “Maybe a little bit. But it’d only really be scary if you fell in and somepony flushed it,” She then pondered while looking at Sweetie Belle. “I wonder where you’d go if that happened.”

“I’d rather not find out.” Sweetie responded with a shudder. The mere thought of going down the hole was terrifying!

Dizzy flew down to join the other foals on the toilet seat as she said to them both. “Don’t get any ideas, you two. After all, this is not a toy! It’s only to be used for one purpose. Besides, Mrs. Sugar said foals aren’t good for the potty. You wouldn’t want to make it sick, now would you?”

Mrs. Sugar declared. “I would think not. It just wants to be your friend, and friends don’t make other friends sick,” And she promptly floated all three foals down and closed the lid of the toilet. “The bathroom is still only on an ‘as needed’ basis and only for Dizzy, and that includes the big potty.”
> Foalish Fantasy (Vapor Trail)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Although the methods for teaching foals about the “big pony” way of taking care of their bodily needs changed a great deal with every generation as new technologies and schools of thought came into being, not all parents saw a need to rush headlong into the new way of doing things. Some were quite content to do it the way they recalled their own training being done, even if such was no longer the popular method (or even a method at all).

That was the dilemma that the Trail family faced with their only daughter and their pride and joy, little Vapor. In hindsight, it was probably unwise to let her go around diaperless outdoors and just let her take care of her business whenever and wherever she could. They were always careful to make sure their daughter didn’t fall through the clouds while going, and it seemed to mean fewer diapers to change for the happy couple.

But now Vapor Trail was getting to the age where wearing diapers, even just inside the house, wasn’t considered acceptable for a foal her age. It was time for her to learn the “big pony” method, something that Mr. and Mrs. Trail had been rather reluctant to consider. They hadn’t even really bothered with that new fangled toilet that they’d been convinced to install, using it only if there wasn’t time to secure a chamber pot (or couldn’t find a place to empty out the pot after use). They kind of knew how it worked, the pony who they’d paid to come and install one (after talking them into getting one) had explained it in rather complicated fashion but the two pegasi thought they got the gist of its intended operations.

So how were they to convince Vapor that it was no longer okay for her to “go” outside wherever and whenever she wanted, but it was okay to do her number one and number two in a weird, noisy and sometimes smelly object in their bathroom?

“Oh, we really should’ve started on this much sooner,” Mr. Trail said to his wife one day as they discussed and debated the proper approach to teaching their only foal about the toilet. “I know we didn’t really like changing her diapers, but we should’ve done more to at least get her interested in chamber pots. Then she’d come to understand that she has to do her business in a certain place and not just wherever she happens to be when she feels the need to go.”

Mrs. Trail nodded while looking at her husband. “I know, I know. It’s our fault for showering so much praise on her for going potty the old fashioned way. But we have to do this! She’s gonna have to learn if she wants to get into the best schools, I hear they’re requiring all foals to be fully trained with these new toilets.”

“I guess we’ll just play it by ear then,” Mr. Trail reluctantly decided. “We’ll explain everything to her as best we can and go from there. Vapor’s a smart little filly, I’m sure she’ll figure it out before too long.”

“I hope you’re right.” Mrs. Trail nervously agreed, and the two pegasus parents decided then and there that they could put off this transition no longer. One way or another, their daughter was going to be potty trained the way foals her age all over Equestria were now being trained. How hard could it really be?





Vapor Trail was, needless to say, quite surprised and confused to be brought by her parents into the bathroom of their house. She’d just been ready to go outside, which meant she’d get to enjoy the freedom of being bottomless. The only rule for that was that she had to go potty before she could come back inside, or else she would have to change herself (and the filly didn’t know how, so that wasn’t an option).

“Now Vapor Trail,” Her mother declared. “It’s time you learned how big ponies answer nature’s call. It turns out that the way you’ve been doing it up until now isn’t really acceptable anymore.”

Vapor blinked slowly. “Then, what me supposed to do?” She questioned while looking down at herself. “Me have to wear diapers all the time?”

Her father shook his head. “No, that’s not the answer, Vapor. There’s a reason why your mother and I brought you here,” He then seemed to gulp, as if dreading what he was about to say and do next. “From now on, if you have to do either number one or number two, you’re to come here and do it in...” He gestured a hoof to an object resting by itself in a lonely corner, a rather tall looking object at that. “The toilet.”

Being naturally quite curious (like most little ones her age), little Vapor waddled close to this “toilet” to get a better look at it. It most certainly commanded attention with its gleaming white frame, bowl like shape and strange box like back. It also seemed to have some kind of seat, like a chair.

Mrs. Trail smiled at her daughter. “It’s alright. It may seem big now but in time you’ll grow and it won’t seem big at all. Besides, it has to be big since your father and I use it.”

“Mom and Dad use toilet too?” Vapor Trail blinked again while backing up, trying to determine what to make of this object she was seeing for the first time. Her parents used a lot of things she wasn’t allowed to use, why exactly was this an exception?

Mr. Trail nodded. “Yes we do, Vapor. You’re so smart,” Then he picked his daughter up from the floor and brought her closer to the toilet. “Now you’re going to learn how you’re supposed to use it. It’s actually not as complex as it may seem. You just come get your mother or I, or another grown-up and we’ll help you do it. Your wings aren’t quite strong enough yet to get you up on the seat.”

“Seat? Me sit on toilet?” Vapor pondered as she was lowered onto the rim of this unusual contraption.

Mr. Trail nodded once again. “Yes. It’s not unlike when you sit down on a cloud. In fact, here,” With a hoof he placed a bunch of clouds in the same shape as the rim, then set his daughter upon said clouds. “We figured it would be easier if you had something like this. It’s a special seat your mother and I made just for you.”

Mrs. Trail then explained. “Once you sit down, you do what you’ve always done before. Then whoever is helping you will clean you up with this,” She produced a paper like substance. “This is called ‘toilet paper’. And when you’re done, you just put in the toilet bowl.”

“And then you flush it all away.” Mr. Trail declared as without warning he put a hoof on a silver colored object off to his daughter’s left and brought it down.

A mighty roar reached Vapor’s ears and she shot up into the sky! “Help! Monster!” She cried in fear! She wouldn’t lower herself down until the noise had stopped and she was certain the coast was clear. Then she immediately ran off before either of her parents could stop her!





Mr. and Mrs. Trail could only stand there, wondering where and how they had gone wrong. Both parents felt they’d done a pretty good job explaining everything about the toilet to their daughter.

“I don’t understand. That should’ve worked.” Mrs. Trail commented while scratching her head.

Mr. Trail let out a sigh. “I guess it was a bad idea to teach her everything about the toilet so soon. We at least should’ve warned her about the flush, it is a bit loud after all. Even I sometimes get startled by it.”

Mrs. Trail seemed to agree. “But she’s never gonna want to use the toilet if she’s always afraid of it. Think about how long it took to get her to be able to sleep through the night by herself. I don’t wanna have to go through the same thing while we’re trying to potty train her like this.”

It was then that the pegasus stallion got an idea, his eyes lighting up as he did so! “Hey, you remember how it was that we finally got Vapor to overcome her fear that there was a monster under her bed? How we were able to show her that she had nothing to fear and therefore didn’t need us to be nearby all the time?”

The pegasus mare vaguely recalled the memory as she came to a realization about what her husband was proposing they do. “You really think a similar thing will work with… well… you know?” She nervously looked back at the toilet, the specially made cloud seat still on it. “It’s not like with her bed, she’s gonna be seeing the toilet a lot.”

“All the more reason why we need to make her believe that she has nothing to fear from it, and therefore she won’t try to avoid it,” Mr. Trail declared. “Besides, what’s wrong with indulging her a little bit? She’ll grow out of it when she gets older, just like with the monster under her bed.”

Reluctantly, Mrs. Trail agreed. “If it means our daughter has the best future possible, I suppose we can humor her. But we’ll have to make it look convincing.”

“I’m one step ahead of you, dear,” Mr. Trail dramatically proclaimed as he trotted to the bathroom door! “Now come on, we’d better find Vapor before she finds a good hiding place!”

And the two pegasus parents exited the bathroom to look for their frightened foal, now with a new plan in place to try to help her conquer her newfound fear.

Fortunately for both Mr. and Mrs. Trail, Vapor Trail hadn’t gotten too far. She had predictably run back to her bedroom, trying to no avail to hide herself amongst her many stuffed animals.

“Ah, there you are, my little angel,” Mrs. Trail cooed as she gently coaxed her daughter out of hiding. “You know you’re such a brave little filly, right? After all, you don’t sleep with a nightlight on.”

Vapor slowly nodded. “Uh-huh, me brave filly!” She even tried to puff out her chest in a rather adorable fashion.

With a knowing wink to his wife, Mr. Trail then said to Vapor. “Well, only the bravest of brave fillies can stand up to the monster in the bathroom! You saw it with your own two eyes, and you heard what it sounds like. But did you know that that monster has a weakness?”

Vapor Trail blinked in newfound surprise. “It does?”

“Indeed it does,” Mr. Trail declared with dramatic fare. “And you’re just the sort of brave little filly to teach that monster a lesson! That is, if you’re feeling up to it. Your mother and I found out its weakness a while ago, we just sort of forgot to tell you what it was earlier.”

Mrs. Trail then declared. “Are you ready to go back into the bathroom and give that monster the business, my little pony?! It’s not going to go away until you do.”

Though still a bit frightened (and who could blame her?), Vapor nodded her head as she slowly stood up. “Uh-huh, me gonna try! Me wanna be brave and be big pony!”





So it was that the three pegasi returned to the bathroom, Vapor Trail soon being brought before that “monster” in all its frightening detail. It was truly an unnerving experience. But Vapor wanted to be brave, and brave ponies didn’t turn tail and run just because they were afraid.

Mr. Trail proceeded to pick up his daughter and place her preciously upon the cloud seat again. “Just sit still and don’t make any sudden movements,” He instructed his daughter. “If you do that, the monster can’t see you and therefore it can’t hurt you. If you move around too much it’ll see you, and you’ll end up in its belly. You wouldn’t want that.”

“So, what me have to do?” Vapor questioned as she looked up at her mother and father, sitting as still as a statue.

“Why, whatever you have to do,” Mrs. Trail simply replied. “Don’t worry, you’re perfectly safe now. Your father and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

That reassurance went a long way towards helping Vapor Trail to relax, the little filly barely noticing when her tail hiked up and a familiar smell began to reach her nostrils. Was it really that easy?

Mr. and Mrs. Trail were overjoyed, and both clapped their hooves! “Well done, Vapor Trail! That’s how it’s done! You’re such a smart little pony!” They cheered with exaggerated praise. At least it seemed to have its intended effect of making their daughter beam with pride.

Mr. Trail then produced some toilet paper, helping his daughter to wipe. “Now we just clean up. Hold still and this will be over in just a minute.”

Vapor obliged, letting her father wipe her rump clean and then deposit the used rolls in the toilet bowl. “Can me get up now? Is it safe?” She asked afterward, not wanting to spend a moment more on the cloud seat than she had to. Comfortable as it was, she wasn’t entirely certain she was safe from the monster as long as she was on it. The only way she’d be sure she was safe was when her hooves were on the bathroom floor again.

Mrs. Trail nodded while picking her daughter up. “Let’s go wash those hooves now. You were very brave just now, braver than you’ve ever been before.”

But as Vapor Trail was lifted up, she heard a familiar roar as her father flushed the toilet once again. This time, she happened to glance down and see how everything inside the bowl was swept up by some kind of whirlpool and then disappeared, almost like magic. It was kind of cool to see, but also kind of frightening since she didn’t know where everything went. Plus, there was something that troubled her. “Why there noise if me defeat monster?” She asked her parents.

“That’s a roar of defeat. You put that monster in its place, it’ll never bother you again,” Mr. Trail explained to his daughter. “Just do what you did this time, and the toilet will never give you any trouble.”

“And when you get really good at using it, your father and I will have another surprise for you!” Mrs. Trail declared, hoping to encourage the little one to keep at it.

Vapor Trail eagerly exclaimed! “Surprise?! What surprise?!”

“Let’s just say, toilets and the proper usage of them aren’t the only new thing when it comes to foals your age.” Mr. Trail vaguely responded.
> Toity's Training, Take Two (Hoity Toity)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity knew the time had come. As expected as it might have been the fashionista absolutely detested changing diapers, especially messy ones. Bad enough she had to do it more times than she wanted to with her little sister (her parents’ hoofs off style of parenting being of little help in the matter), but doing it with two full grown ponies regressed to foals was so overtaxing. She had fully expected to hire a maid, butler or some other servant pony to take care of such foul matters with her own foals. Alas, she couldn’t afford it and in the back of her mind the fashionista secretly didn’t want to.

Yet after the first big potty training attempts for both of the foals in her care had ended with both of them accidentally flushing themselves down the drain, Rarity had been considerably hesitant to approach potty training for them. It was only now that so many of their fellow regressed ponies were starting to graduate from diapers (or had already done so) that she knew she could delay it no longer.

As she could only train one at a time, however, Rarity decided to start with the one she expected to have more difficulty with: Hoity Toity. His fear of the porcelain throne alone would be hard to overcome. But ready or not, she was going to make that plunge into the great unknown.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called on the day she decided to commence Hoity’s training.

The younger unicorn was at her sister’s side in a moment, appearing in the makeshift nursery her older sister had set up for the foals (which had previously been just a workshop but now served two purposes: Dress making and foal care). “Yes, Rarity?” She asked, both eager to help and somewhat anxious about what her sister was going to have her do.

Rarity took a deep breath. “I need you to keep an eye on Blueblood for me for the next several minutes, perhaps longer,” She explained while eyeing the foals as they sat in their playpen in just their diapers, both without a care in the world. “I’m going to be… rather busy with Hoity Toity and I simply cannot leave Blueblood to his own devices. After what happened the last time he was alone, I’d rather not risk any further scares.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t need to ask what Rarity meant, she had learned everything the moment her sister came back to Ponyville with Blueblood in tow. The former prince had been quite the interesting foal to care for. “Okay, I can do that. Blueblood won’t give me any trouble,” Under her breath she added. “I hope.”

“Well, just to be sure,” The fashionista declared. “The bathroom is off limits! And not just because I don’t want another flushed foal.”

Sweetie realized in an instant what her big sister was referring to with such a statement. “Oh, you mean you’re finally getting around to it with Hoity Toity?”

Rarity nodded while looking at Hoity. “Yes. It’s time to start his potty training,” She then smiled as she trotted over to the playpen and used her magic to delicately scoop up Hoity Toity. “Okay, Hoity Toity. Are you ready to ditch your diapers for real this time?” She asked him.

Hoity Toity nodded his head. “Uh-huh, I weady! I gonna get it wight tis time, Mama!” And he puffed out his chest to show how confident he was of that statement.

“Good luck!” Sweetie Belle encouraged the two as she stood by the playpen, keeping a watchful eye on Blueblood like she’d been instructed to.

Hoity did his best to put on a brave face. But he was dreadfully nervous on the inside. His fear hadn’t left him since the accident he’d suffered with Bright Wing all that time ago. And this time he didn’t have Bright Wing or Sweetie Belle to save him if anything went wrong. So, looking up at Rarity he asked. “Ya not gonna wet anyting happen to me, wight?”

The young fashionista shook her head. “Of course not, darling! I most certainly will not let another foal go down the drain on my watch!” And as she carried the little colt to the bathroom she sought to reassure him. “I think you’ll find that my methods for potty training you are quite reasonable given the circumstances. And if you do as I say, you’ll be rocking your big pony pull-ups in no time at all!”





Mare and foal entered the bathroom a short time later, Rarity promptly locking the door behind her and making sure some air freshener was close at horn. Then she set Hoity Toity upon the bathroom floor, watching as he clumsily tugged at his diaper with his hooves. “Allow me, darling,” She gently cooed. Lighting up her horn, she pulled Hoity’s diaper down with the greatest of ease, though she didn’t pull it down all the way. “There we go. Now you’re all set.” She told the little colt.

Hoity Toity was soon brought before a rather worn looking pink plastic bowl. He recognized such an object in an instant. “Tat Sweetie Bewwe’s owd twaining potty?” He asked Rarity.

Rarity confirmed with a nod. “Indeed it is, darling,” And she nudged the little earth pony closer to it. “It’s been cleaned up just for you. Now go ahead and have a seat, we’re going to be here for quite a while. I’m not sure if you need to do anything or not, but at least I figured we could try.”

But Hoity Toity seemed to frown as he looked at the toddler pony and then eyed the still rather massive toilet (in his eyes) that rested a ways away. Despite what had happened last time, he was feeling bold once again. Perhaps it was because he was reassured by Rarity’s statement, or perhaps he trusted her to know what she was doing whereas Bright Wing and Sweetie Belle had not. Either way, he felt like the time had truly come for him to face his fear. “Me wanna use big pony potty, me wanna use ta toiwet!” He insisted while pointing to it with a hoof! “I pwomice I be cawefuw tis time.”

The fashionista, however, was immediately horrified at the suggestion! “After what happened last time?! I think not! You’ll be far safer simply using the training potty. We can work our way up to the toilet when I think you’re ready.”

Hoity just kept pointing to the toilet with a look of determination in his eyes. “But me wanna twy using it! Ya pwomiced ya not wet anyting bad happen to me. I know ya save me if me mess up.”

The unicorn was still far from convinced. There were simply far too many things that could go wrong, in her mind, for her to sign off on this. At least, not with what was currently on hoof to her. But that was an idea came into her mind. “Well, I’m still not certain that is a good idea, Hoity Toity. However, I suppose I do have to learn to let down my mane a little bit and not be so overly cautious with you and Blueblood all the time. So if you truly do want to try your luck with the toilet, some accommodations will have to be made. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting you to feel so brave.”

Hoity Toity nervously looked up at Rarity. “Me no mean to make ya wowk even hawdew, Wawity. Me can use twaining potty.”

“It’s your training,” Rarity replied as she began to light up her horn. “I want you to feel comfortable with whatever it is you’re doing, even if I may think that you’re not ready. After all, you and Blueblood aren’t your typical foals. If what you want is to try using the toilet, I can accommodate that. I’ll just need to get something to hopefully make the process a little bit easier for the both of us. As I’m sure you can recall, the toilet seat by itself can be very slippery and very easy to fall off of.”

The little earthy pony nodded. “Uh-huh, it swippewy and cowd.”

“Which is why I’ll need to put something on it before I have you sit down,” The fashionista explained as she then used her magic to pull Hoity Toity’s diaper back up and made sure it was secure. “It shouldn’t be long, just a quick jaunt back to the nursery. Do you think you can hold on until we’re back in the bathroom? I wouldn’t want you to have an accident on the first day of your proper training.”

“Me can howd it! I vewy good at howding it, unwike Bwuebwood!” Hoity boasted and seemed to snicker.

“That would explain why I’ve had to change Blueblood more often in the middle of the night,” Rarity thought to herself as she carefully brought Hoity onto her back and prepared to exit the bathroom. “Still, perhaps I should have a talk with Hoity Toity later on about the dangers of holding it in, just so he doesn’t try to do it for too long.”





The two ponies returned to the nursery shortly thereafter, Hoity Toity clinging to Rarity’s mane the whole time. But as they entered into the nursery proper, a faint urge that the little colt had been ignoring up until now began to make its presence known. An urge that was growing faster by the minute! “Wawity!” He tugged on her mane to get her attention! “Me gotta go!”

“Really? Now?” Rarity sighed and groaned. “We were just in the bathroom, you know.”

“But me didn’t have to go ten.” Hoity protested.

The fashionista let out a long sigh. Even with his somewhat adult mind, Hoity Toity was still a foal and a foal didn’t always have the best understanding or control of their own bodily functions. Even she knew from experience that she had struggled at times throughout her toddler years to properly take care of her “business” without having an accident. “Just hold on, this shan’t take more than a minute or two. It’s a good thing the bathroom is just down the hall from here,” She instructed to her charge. “Worse comes to worse, just go in your diaper and I promise I’ll change you.”

“Me gonna howd it in as best me can!” Hoity Toity vowed, wanting desperately to avoid an accident even if in this case Rarity would seemingly be okay with it. He really wanted to prove that he was in fact a big pony.

With a newfound sense of urgency and desperation, Rarity began frantically (and rather clumsily) searching around the nursery for… something! She knew what it was that she needed to help Hoity Toity, but for the life of her she was finding it hard to remember where exactly she’d left it! “Come on! Come on! Where is it?! Oh, of all the things to misplace, why did it have to be that new training potty with a built in special seat?! I didn’t expect to have to use that part of it so soon, it was just so I’d have an extra potty on hoof for emergencies!” She complained.

Hoity, meanwhile, noticed something that was being overlooked in Rarity’s search. “Whewe Seetie Bewwe and Bwuebwood? Tey not hewe.”

At that, Rarity paused in her search as she happened to look over to the playpen and noticed it was empty. “Good question, actually,” She said to her young charge. “I just hope they’re together, wherever they are. They’re obviously not here. And knowing Sweetie Belle, she’ll probably have some knowledge about where that spare potty is.”

So the two exited the nursery, Hoity still clinging to Rarity’s mane and trying to hold back his urge to go as best he could. It was a task becoming harder and harder by the minute.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called as she trotted down the hall. “Sweetie Belle, where are you?! There’s something very important I need to ask of you! And for your sake I sincerely hope Blueblood is with you.”

“Rarity,” Sweetie Belle’s voice called back from a distance. “I’m kind of… busy at the moment.”

The fashionista followed the voice to its source, soon discovering a locked door outside the guest bedroom that Sweetie frequently occupied during her stays at the boutique. “Sweetie Belle, whatever it is, I simply don’t have the luxury of waiting around for you to finish,” She declared while fumbling with the doorknob. “I’m coming in there whether you’re ready or not!”

“No! Rarity, wait!” Sweetie Belle tried to call out in warning, but was too late to prevent her older sister from forcing her way inside!

Immediately, the familiar voice of Blueblood screamed and eeped! “Do ya mind?! Ya awways say it wude to bwage on othew ponies wen tey going potty!”

Sure enough, as Rarity and Hoity Toity entered the guest bedroom it was possible for them to see Blueblood off in a corner of the room. He was currently seated upon that spare training potty Rarity had so desperately been searching for, and Sweetie Belle was standing in the opposite corner of the room with her head turned (so as to give Blueblood at least the illusion of privacy).

Both mare and foal breathed a sigh of relief. The fashionista even blushed upon realizing her mistake. “Oh, terrible sorry, Blueblood, darling. I didn’t know you were...” She coughed into a hoof. “Occupied.”

“Sorry, Rarity,” Sweetie apologized without turning her head to look. “Blueblood said he really had to go. I figured it would be alright if we used the training potty you left behind. But I knew I couldn’t bring him into the bathroom since you were busy training Hoity Toity. I didn’t expect you to be done so soon.”

Rarity cleared her throat. “Well, let’s just say there was an… unexpected development. It would seem Hoity Toity decided now would be a good time to try to get over his fear of the porcelain throne. Seeing as he is rather determined, I was at least hoping to use this training potty’s special seat to make things easier for the both of us.”

Blueblood just declared. “Tat’s okay, I awmost done. Ya can use ta seat aftew tat.”

“You’ll have to empty out the potty anyways,” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “I just figured it would be better if Blueblood didn’t… well… make your workshop smell.”

“Fair point,” Rarity agreed as she waited for the other foal in her care to finish his “royal duties”. “Obviously, now that I have two foals in potty training, I’m going to have start making some adjustments to my boutique to accommodate them: A new bathroom or at least another toilet seems necessary, as does a separate bedroom for when they’re older and can no longer sleep in cribs.” She made a mental note in her head to seek out somepony to help her plan out the add-ons at a date in the near future.





Blueblood finished up a moment later, proudly standing up as he declared! “Aww done, Wawity! I a big pony now, wight?”

The fashionista flashed a motherly smile as Sweetie Belle turned her head. “Maybe. But it takes more than one successful trip to the potty to prove you have mastered it, Blueblood. Potty training is not an overnight thing, you know,” Then she used her magic to produce some wet wipes that had been built into the potty’s side. “Now just hold still and let me clean you up.”

Sweetie quickly offered (upon seeing the look on Hoity Toity’s face). “I’ll do the wiping, Rarity! You take the potty and Hoity Toity back to the bathroom while you still have time! Just be careful when it’s time to flush!”

The older unicorn nodded. “Don’t worry, I will be,” She quickly floated the wet wipes over to her little sister, then picked up the potty with her magic, and with Hoity Toity still clinging to her mane she made a mad dash back down the hall to the bathroom! “Just hold on, Hoity Toity! We’ve nearly made it!”

“I twying!” Hoity Toity insisted even as his face was starting to turn a shade of red from his efforts. He wasn’t sure he could hold back his urge to go for much longer without having a problem.

Fortunately, the little colt was back in the bathroom in what seemed like the blink of an eye. And he watched as Rarity removed the special seat from the training potty she’d brought with her, floating over to and on top of the toilet seat while setting the rest of the potty down nearby. “There we go,” She declared and then picked Hoity Toity up in the soft glow of her horn. “Just don’t wiggle around and we should both be okay. If you think you’re going to fall in, let me know and I’ll do my best to catch you. I promise, I won’t let you go down the drain.”

“Otay,” Hoity agreed as he was delicately floated onto the seat and his diaper pulled down again, this time removed from him completely and set aside. Compared to the coldness of the toilet seat, this special seat felt much warmer and much softer, almost like he was still sitting on his diaper even though he knew he wasn’t. And with the reassurance provided by Rarity’s magic, he was able to finally relax even as he saw the older pony turn her head so to as give him some privacy. It wasn’t long before he heard some plops and splashes, and he knew what that meant! “Yay! I did it! I go potty in ta toiwet!” He cheered!

Rarity smiled as she turned her head back around, seemingly not even bothered by the smell. “Good job, Hoity Toity. See? When you do it the right way, the toilet is perfectly safe even for a foal your age,” She promptly produced some toilet paper from the nearby roll and wiped Hoity’s rump clean. She then used her magic to place him up on top of the toilet and instructed. “Stay there for a moment while I empty out the training potty.”

Hoity obeyed, watching as Rarity picked up the training potty and poured its contents into the toilets with ease thanks to her magic. Then he was floated back onto the special seat and brought close to the handle. A great look of uncertainty crossed his eyes.

“Go on!” The fashionista encouraged whie continuing to smile.“You’ll be safe with me!”

The little earth pony reluctantly put one of his little hooves on the handle. He hesitated for a moment, remembering what had happened the last time he’d made it this far and fearful of history repeating itself even with Rarity on hoof seemingly to prevent it. But he’d already come this far, he couldn’t turn back now even if he wanted to. So, plucking up courage, he pushed the handle with all the might he had and was able to force it down.

Right on cue, the toilet roared to life as the flush cycle began! The loud noise again taking Hoity by surprise even though he knew it was coming! Thankfully, Rarity didn’t loosen her magical grip on him for even a second and held him in place as the toilet bowl turned into a swirling, raging, dizzying whirlpool that swept up everything inside! Then it all rapidly swirled down the hole at the bottom and disappeared, the water in the bowl refilling as the flush cycle ended.

Hoity was floated down from the toilet a moment later and the special seat soon followed. “Tank you, Wawity!” Hoity Hoity leapt up and hugged the unicorn as best he could!

Rarity just cooed. “Oh, it was my pleasure, darling. I’m glad I could help you conquer your fear,” Then she cleared her throat. “Just to be safe though, you are only to use the toilet and only to flush it so long as I’m around to assist you. And the same will be true for Blueblood.”

“Otay, tat faiw,” Hoity agreed as he was then brought to the sink to wash his hooves. “So, when me get to weaw puww-ups?”

“Not until you have more consistent success with your potty training,” The fashionista told him as she floated his previously discarded diaper over and put it back on him. “Even yours truly didn’t become fully potty trained in a day, much as I wish I had. It is certainly acceptable to have a few bumps in the road on the way to success. So long as you keep at it though, I’m confident you and Blueblood will both be fully potty trained and in pull-ups before you know it. After all, it was thanks to my efforts that Sweetie Belle was able to quickly catch up to her peers in potty training after lagging behind them.”

From down the hall the voice of Sweetie Belle could be heard whining! “Rarity!”

Hoity Toity just giggled. He was sure to tell Blueblood this the next chance he got.
> Bonds in the Bathroom (Sky Stinger)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Curious to know what the other development in foal care that her parents had mentioned was, Vapor Trail quickly took to using the big pony potty (otherwise known as the toilet). Every successful trip boosted her confidence and slowly but surely eroded her fear of it being a monster.

Eventually, her parents decided the time had come to reward their daughter for making so much progress in her potty training in so short an amount of time. And that reward was something called “Pull-Ups”. They were kind of like diapers except not as poofy (or absorbent). Compared to the plain white of foal diapers, these undergarments sported colorful designs that would fade away if the pull-up was “used”. They were also considerably easier to slip on and slip off, which made trips to the toilet a lot easier for all involved.

Then one day, Vapor Trail’s parents had another surprise to tell her about. “Guess what, my little Vapor?” Mr. Trail asked his daughter.

“What?” Vapor Trail asked while fluttering about in her pull-ups.

Mrs. Trail smiled as she explained. “Word of your incredible success has spread throughout Cloudsdale. And it just so happens that there’s a family who has need of your incredible skills.”

Mr. Trail then added. “You know Sky Stinger, right? You two have been practically inseparable since the day you met each other.”

Vapor Trail nodded. She had nothing but fond memories of all the playdates she’d had with Sky Stinger, particularly the ones where she went over to his house because it was so big (due in part to him having a big family whereas Vapor was an only child). “Yeah, me know Sky,” And she seemed to realize what was going to be asked of her. “Me gonna teach Sky about big pony potty?”

“To an extent, yes,” Mrs. Trail smiled again. “He’s going to be spending the weekend with us, and his parents are hoping you’ll help us get him potty trained. They’ve been trying for a while now but he hasn’t met with much success. A bright filly like you might be able to help him though, give him somepony to emulate.”

“What that mean?” Vapor inquired with a puzzled expression.

Mr. Trail just told his daughter. “It means copy or follow. Basically, if he can see from you how potty training is supposed to work, his parents are hopeful he’ll start doing the same. Think you can do that, my little Vapor?”

Vapor nodded once again as the little filly buzzed her wings. “Uh-huh, me big pony! I teach Sky to help his mommy and daddy.”

Mr. and Mrs. Trail happily smiled, their daughter’s optimism was a good sign. They weren’t exactly sure what hang-ups Sky Stinger might have, but whatever they were they were confident that Vapor Trail was just the sort of positive role model he needed to overcome them. And so the arrangements were set.





Sky Stinger was a tad bit nervous about spending a weekend away from his parents, even if it would be in the care of Vapor Trail’s parents. But it had been so long since he’d last been over, and apparently a lot had changed since then.

Vapor Trail either didn’t notice or didn’t care about her friend’s worries as she happily fluttered over to greet him when he arrived. “Hi, Sky!” She cheerfully declared. “I so glad you comig over! We gonna have so much fun!”

Sky slowly nodded. “Yeah, me hope so,” Then he noticed the unusual undergarment his fellow foal was wearing. It didn’t look like any kind of diaper he’d seen before. It was brightly colored and sported cartoonish sketches of what he assumed were The Wonderbolts. “Say, what that ya wearing? It some kind of new diapee?”

Vapor shook her head as she proudly proclaimed. “Nu-uh. Is a pull-up. They brand new, proof that I a big pony.”

The little colt questioned. “Big pony?”

Vapor nodded and continued to smile and declare.”Yeah-huh. Mommy and Daddy say I big pony because I go potty in big pony potty: They call it toilet.”

“That that thing in bathroom that make scary sounds?” Sky inquired as he shuddered a little and shook with fear. He thought he had glanced at such a device once or twice before but only for a brief second at most. Aside from that he had only what his big sister had told him to go on, and she used all kinds of weird terms and big words that he didn’t understand.

“Yeah, it can be scary,” The little filly agreed with her friend. “But it not that scary once ya know what to do. I gonna show ya how, that what Mommy and Daddy say.”

Sky Stinger gulped. If that was true then his friend was a lot braver than he was to go near such an unfamiliar (at least to him) object. “Ya really gonna do that?”

Vapor Trail replied with a firm. “Uh-huh,” And then added. “Ya wanna be big pony and wear pull-ups like me, right?”

“So, me have to use big pony potty to get them? No use diapees?” Sky commented as he looked down at himself. “Diapees so soft and comfortable. Me no wanna have to give them up.”

“Pull-ups just like diapees,” Vapor explained. “Tey way easier to put on and take off, and they not weigh as much. Besides, big pony potty is easy to use. Ya just do what I do.”

Sky reluctantly agreed. “O-okay, if ya sure.”

Vapor smiled as she hugged her friend. “Ya just gotta wait until ya think ya have to go. Then we go to bathroom, and I help ya take care of the rest.”





Unfortunately for little Sky, it was quite a while before he even began to feel the need to “go”. And it was when he and Vapor had been set down for a nap in Vapor’s bedroom/nursery (apparently, she was going to be getting her own big pony bed eventually, whatever that was). Waking up with a start, the pegasus colt began to gentle nudge his friend to try to wake her up. “Vapor. Vapor,” He whispered. “Me need ya help.”

The little filly slowly but surely opened her eyes, looking up and instantly seeing the look of desperation on her fellow pegasus foal’s face. She stretched her hooves. “Okay. Let’s go to bathroom now. That where big pony potty at.” And she began to flap her wings, slowly rising out of the crib she and her friend were in.

Sky followed as best he could, concentrating more than he ever had done before on not going. It was hard to do, but he knew he had to do it if he ever wanted to be like Vapor. He secretly wished he could be as brave as her, maybe then he’d get more attention from his parents who seemed to either praise his big sister or spend all their time doting on his younger sisters.

Fortunately for Sky and Vapor, the bathroom wasn’t far from where they were. It was a short flight to reach it, and Vapor Trail was quite skilled in pushing the closed door open so they could get inside. There wasn’t much in the way of light, but that didn’t seem to stop Vapor (or Sky who followed his friend’s lead).

Soon, the toilet stood before the foals in all its gleaming white glory. It probably wasn’t that big or that high off the ground, but to the foals it seemed absolutely massive.

Sky Stinger stepped back and shivered with fright, but Vapor Trail wasn’t intimidated for a second. She seemed to stare down at the bowl shaped object as if it were alive. “Don’t worry,” She reassured Sky. “Me made monster go away. It not gonna hurt ya if ya do what I do.”

Sky unconvincingly stepped forward a little. “Ya sure? Me not not so sure me wanna use it now.”

Vapor huffed as she flew over to her friend. “Ya wanna be big pony, right? Wear cool pull-ups like me do?”

The little colt reluctantly nodded. “Y-yeah, but…”

The little filly simply replied by bringing her hooves to her fellow foal’s diaper. “Then you gotta do what me do and use big pony potty. First, ya gotta take off diapee. Mommy and Daddy say ya can’t use big pony potty if ya wearing diapee.” With a bit of hoof work she was able to make the padded undergarment slide down her friend’s legs all the way until it reached the floor.

“Okay, now what?” Sky reluctantly asked even though he knew what was coming next, the actual usage of that “big pony potty”.

“Now me gotta open lid so ya can sit on special cloud seat Mommy and Daddy made for me,” Vapor explained. “Me use it every time me use big pony potty. It not work if lid closed.” She flew up towards said lid, trying and straining with all her might as she flapped her little wings. Slowly but surely, she was making progress.

Meanwhile, as the lid was being raised, Sky had fluttered close to the toilet in preparation for “using” it. As he did so, his wandering eyes caught sight of something that attracted his attention. It seemed to be some kind of ramp like object coated in a shining silver. With his curiosity getting the best of him, he flew close to it. “What silver thing for?” He asked Vapor.

Without looking back at her friend, Vapor replied. “That what make big pony potty flush. It like magic trick, it make everything you do in big pony potty disappear. But me not know how it works.”

Now curious as to what this “flush” was and how it worked, the little colt decided to find out for himself. So he flew towards the silver colored object, and straining himself much like Vapor was straining lift up the lid, he was able to press it down.





Everything seemed to happen at once. There was a barely audible click as the silver object was pressed down all the way. Then there came a faint rumble, almost like a roar. By chance, Sky happened to look down right at the very moment that the “flush” activated. And what he saw terrified him!

There was a lot of water in the bowl just underneath the cloud seat. And it was spinning rapidly, almost like a whirlpool or something. It spun around and around in a dizzying motion, apparently circling some kind of hole at the bottom of the bowl! It looked like that hole was where everything was supposed to “disappear” to, which is exactly what happened as the waters retreated down the bowl without warning! There was a gurgling sound and the roar stopped, then the water slowly refilled the bowl as if nothing had happened.

Sky Stinger landed on the cloud seat just as the “flush” ended. He had seen far more than he wanted to see! That hole looked big enough to swallow him whole, to say nothing of that rapidly spinning water looking like it came right up to the cloud seat while also rendering escape impossible! It was way too scary and dangerous! “Me no wanna use big pony potty anymore!” He declared right then and there.

Vapor Trail fluttered down onto the cloud seat as she replied. “Why not, Sky? It safe.”

Sky was anything but convinced. “Nu-uh, it dangerous! It look like it could eat me! Me no wanna get eaten!”

Vapor shook her head. “Mommy and Daddy say me make monster go away, me not in danger of being eaten. So you not in danger either.”

“Nu-uh, me totally in danger!” Sky protested! “If me not careful, me gonna disappear! Me no wanna disappear!”

“But Sky-” Vapor tried to plead.

Sky only turned his head and stuck out his tongue. “Me no wanna be big pony if me have to use big pony potty! It way too scary and dangerous for me! Me prefer diapees, they safer!” Then he fluttered down from the cloud toilet seat, quickly making his way over to his discarded diaper as he pulled it back up.

Vapor frowned as she watched her friend promptly do his business in his diaper. He was so close to going in the toilet like she always did. But then again, he didn’t know what she knew and he didn’t have the support and encouragement her parents had offered her to help her overcome her fear. Try as she might, she was no mommy or daddy. She couldn’t reassure Sky that his fears were nothing, she really didn’t know for sure that he couldn’t be sucked down that hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl.

If only there were something that could be a valid alternative. Briefly, Vapor thought of what ponies apparently used to use before toilets came long. But then she shook her head, she had never seen any of those so called chamber pots around her house and doubted that Sky’s parents would still have them. She also knew that just going under a cloud while outside was no longer considered acceptable either.

If only there was a smaller, portable version of the big pony potty that Sky could use. Something like those chamber pots but also not like those chamber pots.

Alas, Vapor Trail couldn’t think of what that something might be. Maybe it hadn’t been invented yet.

Sky Stinger sighed as he looked at his now sagging diaper. “Guess me not ready to be big pony yet like you, Vapor. That okay though, me sure me get it eventually.”

At that moment, Vapor fluttered down and over to her friend. “It okay, me not entirely ready to be big pony either,” She declared as she decided then and there to “accidentally” go in her pull-up. “See?” She said after opening her floodgates. “Even big ponies like me still have accidents sometimes. Now me need to be changed like you do. We can be big ponies together when we ready.”

The little colt replied. “Ya no have to do that for me. Me okay with ya being big pony and not wearing diapees like me.”

The little filly just reassured her friend. “Me kind of miss diapees and not wanna have to give them up. Me tell Mommy and Daddy that me wanna still be in diapees while ya here. Maybe they help you like they help me.”

Sky hugged Vapor as he smiled. “Ya the best, Vapor. Me no deserve a friend like you.”

Vapor only smiled back. “Of course ya do, Sky. We need to stick together, that what friends for.” And so it was that the two began to bond right there in the bathroom. A bond that would propel both into the Wonderbolts as Vapor silently vowed to do whatever she could to boost Sky’s confidence whenever he wasn’t sure of himself.
> Flush Your Fears Away (Fire Streak)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

In Equestria, there are many little colts and fillies who are afraid of at least one thing. For most of them, it would usually be monsters, heights, the dark or even loud noises. Most fears can easily be dealt with as time passes However, there are some that aren’t quite as easy to face. In fact, there was one pony that had been through this fact.

Soarin’s potty training started after his first meeting with Spitfire whom he had known almost from the day he was born. Like his best friend, he wanted to be a Wonderbolt when he grew up. But after graduating to pull-ups he ended up having to face his fear of the porcelain throne.

The first occasion started when the pegasus colt was introduced to the toilet by his parents. The loud flush frightened him so much that he was too scared to go anywhere near it. As a result, he was sent to the Junior Wonderbolts boot camp.

At first it took the colt awhile to get used to the flushing sound but with some encouragement from Spitfire, he managed to start using the toilet. He even found the flush quite interesting after seeing it in action. Not only did it help him get through the program, it also made him take his training more seriously.

Unfortunately, things started going downhill again after Soarin had finished using the toilet back home for the first time. However, with the help of a pegasus named Rainbow Dash, not only did Soarin manage to conquer his fear of the porcelain throne for good, he managed to use it and make it look easy. He was even amazed to discover that the cyan coated filly wanted to be a Wonderbolt just like him. And much to the delight of both their parents, the two foals quickly became friends.

One evening, Rainbow Dash was having a sleepover with Soarin at his house when they heard a knock on the front door which was answered by the colt’s parents. 

Standing on the front porch was a light orange pegasus with a bright red mane and tail. Next to him was a cream coated colt with his mane and tail being a light orange with a cream color in between.

“Hello, Hot Streak,” Soarin’s father greatted the stallion. “It’s good to know that your son could attend Soarin’s sleepover. It warms my heart to see my son making so many friends his age. For a while, I was worried Spitfire would be the only foal he’d ever know.”

Soarin’s mother nodded. “And how’s little Fire doing with his potty training?” She asked.

“He’s doing great but there is one problem, unfortunately. A really big one at that.” Hot Streak confessed.

“Oh!” Soarin’s father gasped. “Is he afraid of the big pony potty?”

Hot Streak reluctantly nodded. “I’ve been trying to get him to use it, but he won’t go near it. He thinks that there’s a monster inside of it,” He then explained. “I’ve tried to tell him that there’s no such thing as a potty monster but he won’t believe me. I’ve tried everything, nothing seems to work.”

“Well, me and my husband have been down this path before,” Soarin’s mother replied. “It happened twice with Soarin, and the second time we weren’t sure he’d ever want to use the toilet again. But thanks to his new friend he’s not scared of it anymore. He uses it all the time now, he’s gotten so good at it he can practically do it all by himself.”

This gave the light orange coated stallion an idea. “Maybe what I need is somepony around Fire Streak’s age that can prove to him that the big pony potty isn’t that scary. And I think your son and his new friend might just be the ones to do it.”

“What a great idea!” Soarin’s father agreed. “We’ll do it when we’re getting them ready for bed. Ever we started Soarin’s training we’ve been having mandatory potty time before bed every night, and before breakfast every morning. It’s really helped him get into a routine.”

“Good!” Hot Streak declared before turning to his son. “Now, Fire,” He told him. “You be a good colt and tell Soarin’s mommy and daddy when you need to go potty, okay? They’ll be here to help you.”

“Okay, Daddy. Gonna try.” Fire Streak nodded and waved goodbye to his father before being taken to Soarin’s room.





After hearing about what his fellow colt needed help with from his parents, Soarin explained his situation to his cyan coated friend.

Rainbow Dash was quite stunned at first, but quickly understood. “You really think you can do it?” She asked Soarin.

“It won’t be easy, but I have to try at least,” The colt answered. “And with you on my side, we might just be able to help him.”

“Right!” Rainbow Dash nodded, promptly settling on a plan of action. “First, let’s ask him why he’s so afraid of the big pony potty and refuses to go near it.” And with that, both foals made their way over to Soarin’s parents, who were helping the cream coated pegasus set up his sleeping bag.

“Hey you two!” Fire Streak called when Soarin and Rainbow Dash came up to him. He then pointed to his Wonderbolts themed sleeping bag. “What do you think of my new sleeping bag?” He questioned.

“It’s really awesome!” Rainbow Dash replied. “It looks way cooler than the one I brought with me! I don’t know why my parents insist on embarrassing me with it, I keep telling them I’m not a little foal anymore but they just won’t listen to me.”

“I like your sleeping bag too, Fire Streak,” Soarin agreed. “And did you know that Dashie and I wanna be Wonderbolts when we grow up?”

“Hey, me too! The Wonderbolts are so amazing, and being with them sure beats working in the weather factory,” Fire Streak declared, then he thought of something. “Hey, Soarin, your mommy and daddy say that you used to be afraid of the big pony potty like I am. So I was wondering, what caused you to be so scared of it?”

“Well, my very first attempt at using didn’t quite go as planned,” Soarin explained. “I was able to use it without any trouble, but when I flushed it, I almost fell in! It was so scary!”

“Yeah, I was afraid that it could happen to me,” The cream coated colt admitted. “And if I did, where would I go? I don’t wanna find out!”

Rainbow Dash just smiled. “I met Soarin after catching some older ponies who were being rude to him because of his fear. When he told me what happened, I told him to be more careful and to try thinking that the big pony potty is more scared of him than he is of it!”

“That’s right!” Soarin declared. “And now I’m gonna prove it to you, Fire Streak!”

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash agreed. “After all, I don’t think you can’t be a Wonderbolt if you’re not fully potty trained. You never see them wearing diapers.”

“Really?” Fire Streak wondered, and his fellow foals nodded their heads. “I never even thought about that. But I suppose you’re right. The Wonderbolts are grown-ups, and grown-ups never wear diapers,” Reluctantly, he decided. “I guess I have to at least try. Kind of wish I could just use my normal potty, but Mommy and Daddy say I need to start trying to use the big pony potty instead.”

“Trust us,” Rainbow declared. “Using the big pony potty can be lots of fun if you do it right. And if you do what we do, you’ll probably be out of diapers at the same time we are.”





When bedtime came a short time later, the three pegasus foals were brought into the bathroom by Soarin’s parents and subsequently led to the almighty porcelain throne. 

Fire Streak gulped once he found himself in front of the toilet. He had seen it so many times back home, but seeing somepony around his age actually use it made him a lot more nervous. All it would take was one mistake to end up Celestia knows where.

As her son took off his pull-up, Soarin’s mother told the cream coated colt. “Soarin is gonna show you how to use the big pony potty, Fire Streak. Just watch and you'll see that it isn't scary at all. To him, it's easy as pie.”

“Pie? Did somepony say pie?” Soarin gasped, making his parents chuckle. “Where is it?! Where is it?!”

“Soarin!” Rainbow Dash groaned.

“Sorry, Dashie,” Soarin apologized and blushed hard, feeling quite embarrassed. “I can’t help it! I LOVE pie” He then buzzed his wings and managed to climb up onto the toilet, before turning around so his rump was hovering over the bowl.

Once his fellow colt had sat down on the toilet seat, Fire Streak noticed Soarin’s hind legs. They were dangling over the edge of the bowl. It kinda looked like he was sitting on a chair, except his rear hooves were not touching the floor. It was incredible to Fire Streak that his fellow colt could keep his balance.

After about a minute or two, Soarin felt his tail hike upwards as he opened his floodgates. Within seconds, he heard a series of splashes from inside the toilet. “See?” He told the cream coated pegasus. “The big pony potty is not that scary. As long as you’re really careful, you won’t fall in.”

“But what about the loud noise that it always makes?” Fire Streak questioned. “How can it do that?”

“Watch and learn.” Soarin declared. Once his rump was cleaned by his mother, he buzzed his wings again and climbed up onto the tank. He then went over to the gold cloud shaped handle on the left side and placed a hoof on it. With his parents and his two fellow foals watching, he pressed it down.

Fire Streak winced as the thunderous roar reached his ears. Prior to now, he believed that the noise was the sound of a monster coming to get him. But nothing was happening. “There is no monster living in the big pony potty after all,” He thought to himself. “And if Soarin’s able to use it easely, then I guess I should at least try using it myself. That should make Daddy happy.”

After the noise had faded away and the toilet had refilled itself completely, Soarin’s father helped his son with washing his hooves while his wife spoke to the cream coated pegasus. “So, what do you think now, Fire Streak? You wanna give it a try?”

Knowing that there was no turning back now, Fire Streak nervously nodded his head. He wasn’t afraid of a monster, but he was still worried about what the loud roar really signified. “Well, I do kinda need to go,” He admitted and allowed Soarin’s father to take his pull-up off. Then he was carefully placed onto the porcelain throne. “Wow!” He commented as his hooves touched the toilet seat. “This seat feels so soft and fluffy. It’s nothing like the one at my house”

Soarin’s mother chuckled. “That’s because this is a special seat made from clouds. It also makes it less slippery, so you’re not as likely to fall off or fall in.”

After his rump was prossened over the bowl, the creamed coated pegasus sat down. He didn’t know why, but he somehow felt quite comfortable and he started to relax. After a few minutes, he felt his tail hike upward as his floodgates opened. Soon he heard a series of plops accompanied by the sound of splashing water. He knew what that meant, especially once the smell reached his nose. “I... I did it!” He triumphantly cheered!

“You sure did,” Soarin’s father declared. “Now just hold still so I can clean you up. Then you can flush the big pony potty.”

“Flush?” Fire Streak blinked.

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash replied. “Just pull the handle and watch. It’s really cool! It’s almost like seeing a magic trick!”

The creamed coated pegasus nodded his head, and then slowly but carefully made his way over to the gold cloud shaped handle. Once he was underneath it, he buzzed his wings and managed to grab it with both his front hooves. He then pulled as hard as he could, but the handle wouldn’t move.

“Here, let me help you.” Soarin called out as he flew over to help his fellow colt. Working together, the two little pegasus foals were able to pull down the handle.

Right on cue, the toilet roared loudly and Fire Streak looked down and gasped! The water in the bowl was spinning around at a high rate of speed, creating a vortex of some kind. Within seconds, it sucked everything down through the hole at the very bottom. Then the water continued swirling around until it disappeared down the drain. Then, as if by magic, it came back, except it was now crystal clear.

The creamed coated pegasus was quite shocked at what he had just seen. “Did I just see a cool magic trick?” He wondered to himself while being carried over to the sink. “If I did, then maybe the big pony potty isn’t that scary after all.”

“You know something, Fire Streak,” Soarin’s mother said as she helped the little colt wash his hooves. “If your daddy was here right now, I bet that he would be so proud of you.”

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash agreed. “Just keep using the big pony potty and your fear will be gone in no time!”

“But if I did fall in, will I go away?” Fire Streak asked.

Soarin’s father simply shocked his head. “The big pony potty will only flush once you pull the handle,” He explained. “So the only way that will happen is if you slipped off it after pulling it before falling in. Our son learned that the hard way. It’s a good thing he remembered to fly out.”

“Daddy!” Soarin groaned as he blushed hard again with embarrassment, causing Rainbow Dash to laugh slightly as if his parents had revealed one of his darkest secrets.

Fire Streak snickered too. “No wonder you were so scared of it, Soarin. But it’s okay, your secret’s safe with me.”

“It’d better be,” Soarin ominously warned. “Or you’ll find out for yourself where you go if you get flushed.” 
> Blazing A New Path (Blaze)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It really amazed Stormy Flare how quickly her daughter had mastered her potty training after attending that Junior Wonderbolts camp. Whereas before the camp Spitfire had struggled just to make it to the bathroom in time, now she was doing her number ones and number twos with the greatest of ease. She’d long since breezed right through the pull-ups stage, proving that she didn’t need them even at night like some ponies her age did.

And Spitfire was always happy to show off her “big pony privileges” and the bragging rights that came with it, particularly to Soarin and his new friends. She was often frequently coming over for playdates and sleepovers, always delighted with an opportunity to show just how much of a pottying pro she was and to serve as a role model to others. She wasn’t sure if all her new friends shared the same dream of being in the Wonderbolts as her (she only knew for sure that Soarin and Rainbow Dash wanted to join those elite flyers), but she was happy to help and hang out all the same.

Then one day, Stormy Flare had a surprise for her daughter. “Your cousin Blaze is going to be staying the weekend with us. You remember her, right?”

Spitfire nodded. She remembered Blaze as being the pony who looked so similar to her that the two were always being mistaken for one another. Even Stormy Flare herself sometimes had a hard time telling them apart.

Smiling upon seeing that her daughter did remember. Stormy Flare then told Spitfire. “I hope you’re not tired of being a role model, because Blaze is another little pony who could use your help. And I think you know what I mean by that.”

“She needs help learning how to go potty like a big pony, doesn’t she?” Spitfire guessed and received a confirming nod from her mother. She then buzzed her wings and puffed out her chest as she proudly proclaimed! “Don’t worry, Mom! Spitfire, Captain of the big pony potty, is always ready to help a foal in need! I’ll help Blaze see how much fun it is to use the potty.”

Stormy Flare’s smile grew brighter. “Splendid,” And she let out a chuckle. “You’re really getting into that whole ‘captain’ role Rainbow Dash gave you, aren’t you? To think, just a few months ago you didn’t even know what the big pony potty really was or what potty training involved,” Then she wiped a tear from her eyes. “Oh, if only your father were here to see this. You’re growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday I was still changing your diapers.”

“Mom!” Spitfire blushed with embarrassment! “Please don’t act like that around Blaze, you’re gonna ruin my image!”

“Sorry, Spitfire,” The elder pegasus apologized. “I can’t help getting sentimental sometimes. I’ll try my best to keep it under control while Blaze is here.”





Blaze was dropped off a few days later, along with all of her “supplies” since she was still in diapers. She was worried that her cousin would judge her or look down on her because of that.

Spitfire did not, much to Blaze’s great internal relief. “Hey cousin!” She cheerfully greeted, seeming to pay no attention at all to what her fellow filly was wearing around her rump. “So good to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever.”

Blaze nodded. “Yeah, I know. I think it’s been at least half a year since that big family reunion.”

Spitfire then inquired. “So, how come I didn’t see you at that Junior Wonderbolts camp? It feels like everypony I’ve met and befriended since then attended that camp at one point or another. It really works wonders.”

Blaze just replied. “My parents didn’t think it was necessary. I’m really not that far along in my potty training and they don’t seem to be too concerned. My mom always says it’s best not to rush these things, everypony learns on their own time after all.”

Spitfire nodded back before she proclaimed. “Yeah, but you gotta get out of diapers sooner or later. Trust me, potty training’s not that hard once you get the hang of it. In fact, it’s loads of fun!”

Blaze questioned her fellow filly. “How’s that? I don’t see how it’s fun when you just sit around for age while the grown-ups wait for you to do something.”

Spitfire grinned as the little pegasus got an idea. “I know of something that can make it all worthwhile, something that’s so cool to see every time. Do you wanna see what it is?”

Uncertainly, Blaze responded. “Uh, yeah, I guess.“ If her cousin said it was fun then it probably was, her cousin never seemed to be wrong about anything.

‘Great!” Spitfire loudly declared! “And it’s a good thing too because I need to go!”

“You mean ‘go potty’?” Blaze guessed.

Spitfire nodded back. “Yup. I’ve gotten really good at learning when I have to go and when I don’t. Now come on, let’s go to the bathroom! My mom says it’s not good to hold things in when you have to go.”





The two pegasi darted across the house to the bathroom, soon making their way inside with Spitfire leading the way. Soon, she brought her cousin before a rather large, gleaming white bowl like object. “This is the big pony potty,” Spitfire told her cousin. “Grown-ups call it the toilet. And you can think of me as the captain of this great white throne.”

“Really? How is it a throne?” Blaze questioned as she looked around. “This doesn’t look like a palace, and I don’t see a princess anywhere.”

“Well, you sit it on like a princess sits on her throne,” Spitfire explained. “It’s a way for ponies to feel important, I guess.”

Blaze then inquired. “So, how are you gonna use it?”

Spitfire blushed a bit as she realized she’d forgotten one detail in her haste to both do her business and show her cousin how to potty like a big pony. “Well, there’s one thing I still can’t do that I need somepony’s help with,” And she then called out. “Mom, I need to go potty!”

A moment later, Stormy Flare came trotting in as she looked at her daughter. “Thank you for telling me,” And she then guessed. “Need some help getting the lid up?”

Reluctantly, Spitfire nodded. “Yeah. I’m not quite strong enough to do it myself, and you always put the lid back down afterward.”

“I don’t want any accidents,” Stormy Flare replied. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with asking for help. Asking for help is a very big pony thing to do,” Then she trotted to the toilet and lifted up the lid with ease, exposing the seat and the inside of the bowl beneath it. “Do you want some help getting up on the seat?” She offered.

But the little filly shook her head in protest. “Nah! I can do that with ease!” And to Blaze she then declared. “Just watch!” She quickly flapped her wings and rose up, soon landing on the seat and adjusting herself so that her little legs were dangling to either side of the seat and her rump was positioned over the opening. Within seconds of her doing so, her floodgates opened and then her tail hiked up as she began to go.

Just as quickly as she had started, Spitfire finished and felt greatly relieved. “See, Blaze?” She boasted to her cousin. “Do it just like that. You don’t even need to use the big pony potty, it works the same way with a normal potty. But there’s one thing the big pony potty does that a normal potty can’t.”

“What’s that?” Blaze questioned.

Stormy Flare looked to her daughter with a knowing smile. “Just give me a moment to get Spitfire cleaned up and then you’ll see,” She proceeded to take some toilet paper and used it to wipe her daughter’s rump. Then she dumped the used rolls into the toilet bowl before giving her daughter the go ahead. “You can take it from there, Spitfire. Just be careful.”

Spitfire brushed off her mother’s concern. “I’ll be fine, I’ve done this so many times and nothing bad’s ever happened,” Then she looked at Blaze. “Hey, why don’t you fly on up here so you can get a better view? Trust me, you won’t wanna miss this!”

“Okay.” Blaze obeyed, slowly flying up until she was level with Spitfire on the toilet seat.

Spitfire then flew over to the silver handle and with a great deal of effort managed to force it down.

Blaze suddenly heard a mighty roar ring out, and by chance she happened to glance down into the bowl. Her eyes witnessed a sight she had never seen before: Everything in the bowl was swirling and spinning around in some kind of whirlpool. Faster and faster it spun, until suddenly it retreated down a hole at the bottom! The water soon returned, sparkling clean.





“See? How cool is that?” Spitfire proclaimed as she flew down to her cousin. “It’s like witnessing a magic trick.”

“What was that?” Blaze wondered. “And where did everything go?”

Stormy Flare explained. “It’s called a flush, which is how the toilet empties itself out. As for where everything goes, I’m told it goes to the sewers and eventually to a special plant. I don’t know how it works though, and I imagine nopony except the ponies who work at that plant know.”

“So, do you wanna try it now?” Spitfire asked her cousin. “All you have to do is take off your diaper and sit down.”

Blaze seemed to hesitate as she looked down at herself for a bit. But then she declared. “I guess I’ll try. But I don’t know if I have to go. It feels like I do, but sometimes when I think I have to go I don’t. And when I don’t think I have to go I do.”

Stormy Flare just gently reassured Blaze (while helping her remove her diaper). “It’s alright, trying is what’s most important. When you do it often enough, you’ll start to learn when you do and don’t have to go,” Then she encouraged. “Go ahead, sit down and get comfortable. I’m right here if you need anything.”

Spitfire then flew down while adding. “Come on, Blaze! I know you can do it!”

The little filly slowly moved to sit down on the toilet seat, positioning herself in much the same way she’d seen Spitfire sit. And then she sat, and sat, and sat and sat some more. It didn’t feel like anything was going to happen at first. But all of a sudden, Blaze felt something move inside of her and the next thing she knew her tail was hiking upward. What followed was a series of plops and splashes, until finally she felt “empty” for lack of a better term.

Spitfire and Stormy Flare clapped their hooves in approval. “Well done, Blaze!” Stormy Flare encouraged!

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Spitfire questioned her cousin.

“No, I guess it wasn’t,” Blaze replied as she was wiped up by Stormy Flare. “So, now I just flush it all away?”

“Yeah!” Spitfire nodded! “And flushing’s the best part! Go ahead, flush it down!”

Blaze did so, watching as once again everything in the toilet became swept up in that whirlpool and soon vanished, with only the water returning (now sparkling clean once again).

“See, Blaze?” Spitfire said afterward as her cousin fluttered down from the toilet seat. “Using the big pony potty is easy and fun. You just do it like I do it, and soon you’ll be out of diapers just like I am.”

However, Blaze then confessed. “Well, actually, I kind of like my diapers. I mean, I know I can’t stay them in forever. But I don’t know if I’m ready to give up them forever just yet.”

Stormy Flare sought to reassure the filly. “You don’t have to give up your diapers just because you started potty training. There’s nothing wrong with staying in them until you’re a little older and get better about making it to the potty on time every time. But,” She added in a bit more serious a tone of voice. “You at least need to keep trying to do better, both while you’re here and when your parents come to pick you up.”

“Besides,” Spitfire added in a bit of a teasing tone of voice. “You can’t get into the Wonderbolts if you’re still wearing diapers. I don’t think they make flightsuits for big foals.”

“Okay, I guess I can at least start taking my potty training more seriously,” Blaze agreed. “But I’ll get out of diapers when I feel I’m darn good and ready, and not a moment sooner!”

Stormy Flare just thought in the back of her mind. “That may not be your decision to make, Blaze.” But she decided against saying it aloud.
> Sugarcube Swirls (Mr. and Mrs. Cake)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

After an eventful day in which Flurry Heart twice ran away with her own idea of “potty pals”, Twilight was nevertheless glad to see her favorite (and thus far only) niece making substantial progress in her potty training. It hadn’t worked exactly as the elder alicorn had intended, but she was still happy that Flurry seemed to be taking to the idea of using her potty.

So the next day, Twilight decided to reward her niece with another trip to Sugarcube Corner while her parents were out shopping for Flurry’s new “big filly pants”. “Now Flurry, remember,” Twilight told her niece as the two approached the bakery. “You’re a big filly now, so whenever you have to go you make sure you tell a grown-up.”

Flurry nodded. “Uh-huh, one of my potty pals.”

Twilight sighed. “Well, your potty pals aren’t always going to be around, you know. You have to learn how to use your potty all by yourself.”

Flurry nodded again. “Me know, but me love potty pals! They make potty time fun!”

The elder alicorn held back a groan. This “potty pals” idea was working a little too well in her opinion, but given the alternative of having to change diapers it seemed like the lesser of two evils. She could work on easing her niece off of the idea over time, hopefully before she had to go back to the Crystal Empire with her parents (though Twilight did get a chuckle of her brother being roped into the role of “potty pal” for Flurry).

Soon afterward, Twilight and Flurry Heart entered Sugarcube Corner proper. This time, Pinkie Pie was not behind the counter but Mr. and Mrs. Cake were.

“Hello, Twilight,” Mr. Cake cheerfully greeted. “And hello to you too, Flurry Heart.”

Mrs. Cake then cooed. “I hear somepony has become a big filly and started using the potty.” And she proceeded to boop the little filly’s nose, making Flurry giggle.

Twilight happily nodded as she talked to the bakers. “Yes, Flurry Heart is indeed a big filly now. Her potty rebel days are firmly behind her. Though I can’t take all the credit,” After nervously looking around she confessed. “Pinkie Pie’s idea of being ‘potty pals’ for Flurry was the big difference maker,” And eager to change the subject she inquired. “Where is Pinkie Pie, anyway?”

“Oh, she’s upstairs tending to the twins,” Mr. Cake answered and quickly offered. “Do you want me to tell her you’re here with Flurry Heart so the two of you can slip into your roles again? She told us everything after we found the twins’ emergency night time stash had been depleted.”

“No!” Twilight shouted, a bit too loudly as she realized that she was probably drawing unwanted attention. “I mean, that won’t be necessary. I’m kind of trying to wean Flurry Heart off the idea after what she did with the Cutie Mark Crusaders yesterday.”

Mrs. Cake only grinned. “It’s okay, Twilight. Pinkie was the twins’ designated potty pal for over a year while we were potty training them. But now they have no trouble going potty all by themselves. In fact, pretty soon we’re gonna start transitioning them to the big pony potty: The toilet. Isn’t that right, honey bun?” She nudged her husband in the side.

Mr. Cake responded. “Yup. We’ve got everything all set up. We were planning to do it today actually, but after hearing about what happened yesterday we kind of thought it’d be best if we waited until Flurry Heart went back to the Crystal Empire. That way things won’t be as… crazy for lack of a better term.”

While all the grown-ups were talking to one another, Flurry Heart was becoming bored and restless. She especially wanted to see her “Auntie Pinkie Pie” again and have some fun with her like she’d done yesterday. It was that pink pony who’d taught the younger alicorn just how much fun potty training could be after all.

Suddenly, the little alicorn felt something inside of her. It wasn’t the signals for potty time that she’d begun learning how to identify, it was something else. It was a twitch on the tip of her nose, and her horn was beginning to spark ever so faintly! Try as she might, the heir to the crystal throne couldn’t hold back the urge as she shut her eyes!

Twilight only just happened to look down to see her niece’s troubled face, and reflexively shouted! “She’s gonna blow!” Then she hastily threw up a magic shield to protect herself!





“Achoo!” Flurry Heart audibly sneezed as some sparks shot out from her horn!

Mr. and Mrs. Cake ducked for cover behind the counter, but all of a sudden they felt something hit them and the next thing they knew they were surrounded by a puff of smoke.

Twilight coughed as the smoke slowly dissipated. “Are you okay, Flurry?” She asked her niece.

Flurry slowly nodded. “Uh-huh,” And she apologized. “Me sorry, Auntie Twily.”

The elder alicorn just reassured her charge. “It’s alright, you couldn’t help it. I should’ve been paying more attention to you and we could’ve resolved this sooner,” She then looked to the counter as she said. “It’s alright, Mr. and Mrs. Cake. You can come back up now, the coast is clear.”

But a squeaky, high pitched version of Mr. Cake’s voice just replied. “Uh, Twilight. I think we’ve got a problem.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Cake agreed, her voice just as high pitched and squeaky. “A big problem, like really big!”

At that moment, Pinkie Pie happened to come bouncing down from upstairs. “Hey, Twilight,” She greeted. “You ready to...” But then her wandering blue eyes happened to see behind the counter, and what she saw made her gasp! “What in the name of pink?!” She immediately rushed over as though she’d seen a ghost.

Twilight (with Flurry in tow) ran over to join her friend, and together they saw a sight they almost couldn’t believe: There were Mr. and Mrs. Cake, now looking no bigger than their children with pudgy little hooves and tiny bodies.

“Oopsie!” Flurry Heart declared with a blush upon realizing how it was that two “grown-ups” could be reduced to such a tiny state in so short an amount of time.

“Twilight, you’ve gotta change ‘em back!” Pinkie pleaded! “Mr. and Mrs. Cake can’t be reduced to foals!”

Twilight promptly lit up her horn, concentrating to the best of her ability around the two bakers turned toddlers. But after a flash from her horn, nothing had changed. Undeterred, she tried again and again to no avail. “Flurry Heart, what did you do?!” She asked her niece. “I can’t undo the age spell you placed on the Cakes.”

The young alicorn whimpered and shrank from her Auntie Twily’s gaze. “Me no mean to make them so small,” She innocently insisted. “Sometimes, me turn other ponies into foals by accident when me sneeze. But they always go back to normal eventually. It never last.”

Twilight sighed, putting a hoof to her forehead. “Well, I guess we’re gonna have to settle for that. I have no idea what kind of age spell I’m working with, and I can’t just teleport back to the castle to do research.”

“Why not?” Pinkie Pie questioned. “I can handle Flurry Heart and the Cakes, and the twins too. I think.”

“And also manage Sugarcube Corner?” Twilight retorted and received silence as her reply. “That’s what I thought. You’re going to have your hooves full, Pinkie. This time especially, you have to let me help you. Remember the lesson you learned from the twins about taking on more responsibility than you can handle?”

The pink party pony reluctantly sighed. “Guess you’re right, Twilight,” Then she declared. “Though, I think it’ll be better if we just close up Sugarcube Corner. I don’t think Mr. and Mrs. Cake would want anypony to see them like this.”

Mrs. Cake blushed, looking down at her chubby self. “Yeah, it’d be way too weird. There’s no way honey bun and I could manage, everything’s too big for us now and you two are gonna have your hooves full just keeping Flurry Heart and the twins in line.”

Just then, Mr. Cake started to whimper as he fidgeted and crossed his legs. “Uh, I suppose now would be a bad time to mention I have to go potty?”

Flurry Heart quickly got an idea! “Ya two can be me new potty pals today! Me love making more potty pals!”

Mr. Cake just replied. “I guess we can fill the role, but right now I really gotta go!”

“I think I have to too,” Mrs. Cake sheepishly chimed in. “So I guess now it’s up to us to teach Flurry how to use the potty.”

Twilight moved quickly to snatch up the regressed bakers before looking to Pinkie. “You hang up a ‘Closed’ sign on the front door and then check on the twins. I’ll take care of bathroom duty this time.”

The pink party pony gave a salute. “Yes ma’am! Will do!” And she bounced away to carry out her assigned task as Twilight lit up her horn and teleported away.





In a flash, Twilight brought all three foals in her care to one of Sugarcube Corner’s public bathrooms (thankfully unoccupied). Then she plopped Flurry Heart’s pink training potty down near one of the stalls. “Alright, who wants to be first?” She asked between Mr. and Mrs. Cake.

“You go first, honey bun,” Mrs. Cake encouraged her husband. “You always said you weren’t as good at holding it when you were a little colt.”

“But sugar plum,” Mr. Cake protested even as his legs remained crossed. “You weren’t much better from what you told me. I don’t want either of us making a mess that Twilight has to clean up.”

“But there’s only one potty!” Mrs. Cake protested.

Mr. Cake shook his head, he had an idea. “Nu-uh. There’s another potty we can use. You know, the big one.”

Mrs. Cake gasped! “You mean the toilet?! Honey bun, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Please, just use Flurry Heart’s potty. I can hold it longer than you can.”

The regressed stallion protested again. “You’re gonna use the potty, and I’m gonna use the toilet. It is the stallion’s room after all. Now come on!” He hurriedly pushed his wife towards the pink training potty and then scrambled into the nearby stall, locking eyes with the porcelain throne itself.

Twilight moved to quickly light up her horn. “Let me help with you that,” She told Mr. Cake as she used her magic to carefully float him onto the toilet seat. “There. Comfy?”

Mr. Cake nodded as he saw his wife reluctantly move to sit down on Flurry Heart’s training potty, even while she was keeping one very watchful eye on him from outside the stall. “Yeah,” Then he blushed. “Uh, you can look away now. I’ll tell you when I’m done and need your help again.”

“Just don’t fall in.” Mrs. Cake pleaded with her husband while Twilight obeyed the instruction (and made sure Flurry Heart’s head was turned too for good measure).

Mr. Cake didn’t bother to reply, he was deep in concentration. He shut his eyes as he felt his tail start to hike upward. After a great deal of effort he felt himself be rewarded for his efforts as he heard something tinkling and splashing into the bowl beneath him. And he could hear at least tinkling sounds from the training potty. At last, he opened his eyes and without looking down he said to Twilight. “I’m done now. And I think sugar plum is too.”

The elder alicorn turned her head back around, inspecting first the training potty and then the toilet. “Oh, wow! Nice job you too!” She cooed with exaggerated praise. “And kudos to you especially, Mr. Cake, for being so brave.”

Mr. Cake blushed. “It was nothing, really,” Then he asked. “Um, can you clean us up? I’ll… take care of the rest.”

“Do be careful, Carrot,” Mrs. Cake warned her husband. “I don’t wanna see you fall in and get flushed away.”

Flurry Heart gulped. “Me could get flushed down big potty?”

“Only if you weren’t careful and didn’t pay attention,” Twilight protested as she used her magic to produce some rolls of toilet paper and wiped both Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s rumps until they were spotless. Then she placed the used rolls in the toilet, before motioning for Mrs. Cake to get off the training potty so its contents could be emptied into the toilet. When that was done, she gave Mr. Cake the go ahead to start the flush cycle. “Mr. Cake will show you how to do it safely.”

The regressed stallion nodded as he carefully extended his little body over to the silver flusher. “To flush, you just push down the lever: Like this!” And with a little bit of help from Twilight he was able to force the flusher down, starting up the flush cycle.

A loud noise quickly commanded Flurry’s attention even though she knew what it was from experience. She fluttered up to be eye level with the toilet, and watched with a transfixed gaze as everything was swept up by a fast spinning, dizzying whirlpool. Then, it all retreated down the hole in the bottom and the cycle ended. The water in the bowl refilled itself, sparkling clean and without a trace of anything.

Mr. Cake was floated down a moment later. “See, Flurry? You just do it like that, and everything will disappear.”

“I could’ve told her that.” Mrs. Cake insisted with a hint of jealousy.

Twilight quickly moved to break up the argument before it could begin in earnest. “Now now, no fighting, you two. That’s not the kind of behavior potty pals should be displaying.”
> The Whill That Went For A Whirl (Zipporwhill)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zipporwhill had always been close to her father, Nightjar ever since they’d moved to Ponyville together when Zippor was still but a little foal. It was all so the two could start a new life with each other, free from the burdens they’d had to endure in their old homeland. Some parts of Equestria were just not as welcoming or considerate as others.

Of course, moving to a new town meant that there were a lot of changes. New things that both child and parent had to get used to and learn about. Most of them were relatively minor and were adapted to without much fanfare. One thing, however, would prove to be rather difficult for Zipporwhill.

Almost from the time she could talk, Zipporwhill had been learning how to take care of her “business” as her father put it in an old fashioned chamber pot. It wasn’t even finely decorated or anything, it was just an old, worn and beat up jar with a modified handle to make it easier to pick up and empty out without spilling. Said chamber pot had been brought to Ponyville along with the rest of the family’s belongings, but Nightjar had come to learn that chamber pots were starting to become “obsolete”.

Apparently, ponies had invented a new way to answer nature’s call: These strange box like contraptions called “toilets” or “flush lavatories” among some. And there were a few who apparently could afford to have a “throne model” version installed (though not many since said model had only recently been invented and was quite expensive).

Although he didn’t see much of a need for a “toilet” when chamber pots worked just fine, Nightjar was soon convinced that getting one installed would be beneficial. It would mean no more trips in the middle of the night or the pouring rain just to empty a chamber pot’s contents into a designated pit (far away from the house so as to avoid any smells or odors coming inside). A “toilet” would empty itself after every usage no problem. At least, that’s what everypony he ever met said when the subject inevitably came up.

So it was that Nightjar had a “toilet” installed. After being told how it worked he soon discovered just why ponies were singing its praises, it was highly efficient and very convenient (even if it couldn’t be carried everywhere like a chamber pot could in case of emergencies). It even had a special sprayer that looked like a shower nozzle that made cleaning up much easier.

But would his daughter feel the same way he did about this new device apparently made out of something called porcelain? Well, there was only one way for the stallion to find out. “Zipporwhill’s pretty far along in her training anyway, it probably won’t hurt to start teaching her how to use this. They’ll probably expect her to know how to use these toilets when she’s ready to be enrolled in school.” He thought to himself, and made up his mind then and there about what he’d do.





Zipporwhill was most surprised to be brought into the bathroom one day by her father. She’d once seen her father going there, talking with some strange ponies about something. But whatever it was she hadn’t understood. Since then, she’d occasionally been hearing strange noises from inside her house, but they always came and went without any warning and left her no time to try to figure out what they were or why they were being made.

Soon, the little filly found herself staring down at some sort of white colored box shaped object. It appeared to be connected to a set of pipes and looked kind of like a trench of some sort. Except this trench had water and a hole. She looked back to her dad, asking him. “Daddy, what this?”

Nightjar tried his best to sound like he knew what he was doing. “This is a toilet. It’s what ponies use to do their business instead of chamber pots,” He explained as confidently as he could. “It even empties itself so we don’t have to do it. It’s something that everypony in this town has, or so I’m told.”

“Use this instead of pot?” Zipporwhill slowly blinked, sounding both confused and nervous. When her father just nodded at her in reply, she responded. “But I no wanna. Chamber pot work just fine.”

“I know, but this is what the future holds,” Nightjar explained as he reassured his daughter. “If you ever want to get into school someday, you’re probably going to have to get used to using this instead. Chamber pots are no longer acceptable to most ponies.”

Zipporwhill sighed. She knew it was no use arguing with her father even if she wanted to, he usually got his way on things like this. “I wish he would have talked to me about this before he decided to get one.” She unhappily thought to herself. But it seemed she didn’t have a choice, there was a good chance her dad had already gotten rid of her chamber pot (and his too no doubt). So she just decided to question her father. “How I suppose to use it?”

“Simply stand over the toilet and relax. Make sure to keep your tail up,” The stallion instructed. “When you’re done, I’ll teach you how to clean up and how the toilet empties itself.”

The young pegasus tried to obey her father’s vague instructions. She wasn’t sure where exactly she should stand when the toilet seemed to cover a large area compared to her. There was no indication as to where she should be or what the proper position was. How did ponies figure it out all the time?

Suddenly, the little filly’s light green eyes spotted something on the floor near the toilet. It was a tile that seemed to be colored the same shape as the toilet itself. Maybe that was a clue of some sort? Well, there was only one way to find out. She slowly trotted over to it.

When Zipporwhill’s front right hoof made contact with the colored tile, she felt her hoof sink as if something had forced it down. Then she heard a faint click, before suddenly a loud roar reached her ears and filled her with fright! “Ah!” She screamed and stumbled back in shock! In doing so she forgot her father’s warning about leaving her tail up. That was a mistake! 

As the roar grew louder, Zipporwhill felt a powerful suction take hold of her tail! And before she had a chance to react it pulled her in, leaving her spinning helplessly about as her world view seemed to recede with each spin!

Nightjar finally snapped out of his own state of shock as he realized what was happening! He raced to the toilet to try to grab his daughter and pull her to safety, but he was too late! He could only watch as the toilet’s flush cycle concluded, taking his daughter with it as she screamed, her screams eventually being replaced by watery gurgles! And when the toilet had refilled, Zipporwhill was nowhere to be seen! She was gone!

A panic stricken Nightjar immediately ran out of the bathroom, shouting at the top of his lungs! “Help me!” He knew he would need somepony’s help to rescue his daughter from… wherever it was that the toilet inevitably deposited everything it flushed away.
> Swirls of Silver (Silver Zoom)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Silver Zoom hadn’t been expecting to be called into action to rescue somepony. It was his day off from the Wonderbolts, and per the advice of the recently promoted to captain Spitfire he’d decided to spend it in Ponyville because as she’d put it: “There’s always something happening.”, which Silver Zoom had taken to mean he wouldn’t attract any major attention.

However, as the stallion and off-duty Wonderbolt was strolling through town with only his thoughts for company, he was suddenly surprised to see a frightened earth pony stallion come rushing right up to him. And this stallion looked like he was about to die of fright given how wide his eyes seemed to have become!

“Please, you have to help me!” The frightened stallion pleaded without even bothering to say he was sorry. “My daughter’s in danger! Oh, why didn’t I do something sooner to save her?!”

“Sir, please calm down,” Silver Zoom instructed to his unexpected guest. He could recall from his academy training that in any emergency, the most important thing one could do was to remain calm. “What seems to be the problem, and how can I help you?”

The earth pony stallion reluctantly paused to take a few deep breaths, before he explained. “My name is Nightjar. My daughter, Zipporwhill, accidentally flushed herself down the toilet while I was trying to potty train her. And now, I don’t know where she is but I just know she’s in danger! You have to help me rescue her before it’s too late!”

Silver Zoom immediately lept into action! “She’s probably in the sewers by now,” And he rose to his hooves as he then inquired. “Where’s the nearest drain pipe or pony hole cover?”

“I… I think there’s one near the schoolhouse, and another near Sugarcube Corner.” Nightjar commented in uncertainty.

Silver quickly scanned his surroundings, realizing that he was closer to the bakery than the school. And by luck, he spotted a covering of some sort nearby. He raced over to it with Nightjar following close behind! With all the strength he had, Silver lifted the covering and peered down into the darkness below. “Is anypony there?!” He called. “Yell if you can hear me!”

Within seconds, a garbled cry for help coming from a high pitched voice could be heard. Where exactly was impossible to determine, but it had to be somewhere down in the opened part of the sewer.

“Everypony, stand back!” Silver Zoom instructed as without hesitation he unfolded his wings and flew down for a closer inspection! A small crowd began to gather around the opening, many ponies curious as to what was going on.

Silver returned just a few seconds later holding a clearly waterlogged pegasus filly in his hooves. He set her gently upon the ground.

Nightjar recognized the filly at once and rushed over to her!” Zipporwhill!” He happily exclaimed, relieved to see that she was unharmed.

“Daddy!” Zipporwhill exclaimed in reply, ignoring her soaking wet state and the powerful stench surrounding her as she rushed up to hug her father. “Nice stallion save me!”

Nightjar smiled and nodded. “Yes. It was very fortunate for us both that he showed up when he did. We’ll both have to be more careful around that flush lavatory so that this doesn’t happen again,” Then he turned to the stallion to whom he owed so much. “Thank you for saving my daughter! What do I owe you?”

The off duty Wonderbolt blushed and tried to play it off. “Nothing. I’m just glad I could help. Although, if you like I’d be happy to give you a hoof cleaning her up. I’m pretty good with foals.”

Zipporwhill just smiled. “You so amazing!” She told Silver Zoom. “You not afraid of anything. Me wanna be just like you when me grow up.” And that prompted some awws from the crowd.

Nightjar simply replied. “Well, my little Zippor, if you want to be like that stallion you’re gonna have to learn how to use the potty properly.”

“I try, Father,” Zipporwhill promised despite the setback she’d suffered. “I wanna get it right.”

“Well,” Nightjar reluctantly decided. “Maybe we can wait until you’re a little bit older before we try again. I don’t think I can take another scare like this. Besides, you’re still pretty young. I shouldn’t be trying to rush you into things before you’re ready.”

Silver could only think to himself upon hearing Nightjar’s conversation with his daughter. “If only I’d been so lucky with my potty training. But my parents insisted on making me give up my diapers as soon as possible.” And he started to recall his own experiences during that fateful period of transition for so many a young one. One memory in particular really stood out to him.





Growing up in one of the richest families in Cloudsdale, Silver Zoom had learned from an early age that he would have access to the latest (and often “greatest”) in all sorts of things. Foalcare was no exception, he would ultimately become one of the first foals in all of Equestria to wear these new things called “pull-ups”. They were basically like diapers only not as absorbent (a fact little Silver had learned the hard way).

But another new development that occurred within Silver’s youth involved the way in which ponies answered the call of nature. Although it was still highly experimental and very expensive, his parents had seen fit to purchase a toilet to install in ther home. And not just any toilet, but the first ever throne model after the prototype had been successfully tested. Only a few nobles in Canterlot and those who sought to imitate them (and had the means to do so) were able to acquire similar models.

Silver Zoom didn’t know much about this toilet when it was installed. But his first direct experience with it was one that he would never forget.

One day, by chance, the little colt had wandered into the bathroom after hearing a strange sound coming from it. He’d arrived not long after his father had left, which meant he would be free to explore the bathroom to his heart’s content in the hopes of figuring out what had made that most unusual noise. Soon, he was coming close to the toilet in all its gleaming white majesty. He wasn’t sure why it was called a throne model, it didn’t look like any kind of throne he’d seen. Maybe that was just the grown-ups trying to sound fancy.

Silver flapped his wings and flew up onto the seat that had been left down. Standing on the seat, he gazed down as best he could into the interior of the toilet. It had a bowl like shape to it and was filled with water, it looked almost like a mirror with how smooth and reflective the waters were. And the only other things the little pegasus had seen water inside of were sinks and bathtubs. He knew the toilet was too big to be a sink, so that meant it had to be a tub of some kind.

The pegasus colt carefully jumped down into the bowl, splashing about with the water that he didn’t have to worry about splashing onto the floor due to the large sides of the bowl. He continued to splash about for a little bit, before his mind started to wonder about the strange noise he’d been trying to figure out. By chance, that was when he looked up and happened to spot something out of the corner of his little eyes. He flew back up for a closer inspection: The object that had caught his attention was a long, gleaming silver like device.

“This probably turns on the bubbles or something,” Silver Zoom thought to himself as he eyed the device. “I love bubble baths.” And without hesitation, he pressed the device down and then, without waiting to see what would happen he jumped back into the toilet bowl.

Now that strange noise from before reached the young colt’s ears. And as it grew louder, he suddenly felt something began to move or someone: Himself! He started to spin around and around as the water seemed to circle around him, almost like it was pulling him! He spun faster and faster by the second as the noise reached a deafening crescendo, now unable to see straight! Then, before he really realized it, he was pulled down the bowl and through a hole at the bottom of the toilet! Soon, he was rushing and tumbling through cold metal pipes.

It would only be once Silver Zoom was fished out from a drain pipe by his father that he would realize his mistake. He had flushed the toilet with himself in it, something he wasn’t supposed to do. For his troubles he earned a free bath and a long time out. Yet there would never be even a thought of putting off him be trained in how to properly use a toilet, his father would personally see to it that every trip to the almighty porcelain throne was carefully supervised until Silver could be trusted to know what to do and what not to do.
> Pottys, Pies and Ponies (High Winds)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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?





“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!”





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.”





“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.”
> Picture Perfect Pottying (Photo Finish)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ah, Rarity,” Photo Finish greeted her long time fashion acquaintance inside a small studio she had reserved for her occupation. “So nice to see you again. And I see you brought ze little ones with you.”

Rarity nodded and smiled as she stepped into the studio, Hoity Toity and Blueblood clinging to either side of her mane while a not so small saddlebag hung over her back. “Yes indeed, they’re why I’m here after all. Although, they aren’t really ‘little’ anymore. They’re growing up so fast.”

“Yeah!” Hoity Toity bragged as he and Blueblood let go of Rarity’s mane and tumbled to the floor. “We in potty twaining now! We even gets to weaw puww-ups ‘cause Momma said we good enough fow tem.” To demonstrate this point, he proceeded to bounce around on a fashionable light blue pull-up, proudly showing it off.

Blueblood smiled as he showed off his own pull-up, this one a lovely snow white with golden trim and little gem patterns printed on the seat. “Uh-huh, and Mommy make speciaw puww-ups just fow us! Tey make potty twaining easiew.”

Rarity couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two little colts bounce around, it was moments like these that made being a mother all worth while to her. “Yes, as you can clearly see they have already progressed to the pull-ups stage,” She told Photo Finish. “I’m just glad it means no more diapers to change. I may have gotten used to it but it was an experience I still heavily resent. At least unlike Sweetie Belle I can be confident that there won’t be any delays or setbacks.”

Photo Finish simply smiled back. “So nice to see you are doing well with ze foals. You have raised zem so well.”

The young fashionista nodded as she slumped down onto a couch in the back of the studio. “Yes, but it hasn’t been easy. Potty training is a welcome change, but they still insist on running me absolutely ragged. And Sweetie Belle,” She let out a long sigh. “Oh she means well, but more often than not her efforts to help means more work for me. Still, at least it seems this foal pandemic has finally come to an end.”

Photo Finish seemed to agree. “Yes. If it kept up, zere would be no Equestria left. An entire kingdom in diapers vould be ze end of us all!” Then she brought out a large camera and set it on its stand. “Now, please round up ze little ones so zat we may make da magics!”

The unicorn obeyed, using her magic to scoop up both of her sons and pull them close to her. “If you two behave yourselves and hold still for this photo session, I’ll take you both out for ice cream when this is over. How does that sound?”

“Yay, ice cweam!” The two little colts cheered together.

“But only if you’re good,” Rarity was quick to warn. “And right now, you two aren’t being very good when you run all over the place. I know you’re excited about your pull-ups and the freedom that comes with them. But don’t forget that they are a privilege you had to earn, and they can be taken away very easily if you abuse that privilege.”

The little colts quickly calmed down, neither of them wanting to go back to diapers after all the time and effort they’d spent with Rarity getting out of them. Plus, many of their fellow foals were either in potty training or had already mastered it and they didn’t want to give the others any reason to tease them.

Satisfied with how quickly her sons calmed down, the fashionista rose from the couch and brought both foals close to her as she maintained eye contact with Photo Finish and her camera. Come to think of it, that camera looked nothing like the one Rarity remembered seeing the last time Photo Finish had paid her a visit. But that had been such a long time ago, it was likely that in the time since the fashion photographer had upgraded or updated her equipment.

Without lifting those signature glasses she was known for, Photo Finish looked at Rarity, Hoity Toity and Blueblood as she asked them. “Are you all ready to make da magics? Zere are for the whole family to remember, including ze grandparents.”

Rarity looked down at her two sons. “I’m ready. Are you?” In response she received two confirming nods. She then looked back to Photo Finish. “We are ready when you are.”

“Okay zen,” Photo Finish instructed as she stood behind the camera. “Let me zome nice big smiles from everypony! Ze bigger ze better!”

Rarity, Hoity Toity and Blueblood all obeyed and smiled as big (and sincerely) as they could. Within seconds there was a great big flash from the camera, bigger than they had been expecting in fact! It was so big and so bright that all three had to close their eyes and wait for the flash to subside.

When at last the flash did indeed subside, a most unexpected development presented itself. A squeaky, high pitched voice cried out. “Oh no, zis cannot be!” And suddenly, from behind the camera emerged a chubby little earth pony filly with a very familiar pale, light grayish blue coat. Said foal had a small tuft of light gray hair for a mane and tail, and her dark indigo eyes were now clearly visible even as she was trying to hide them behind a pair of glasses that were now much too big for her. And there was also a black dress with white and pink trim, as well as a pink bow, all of which was much too big for the foal.





Hoity Toity and Blueblood seemed to be struggling to hold back giggles as Rarity approached the foal. She had a pretty good idea as to who it was. “Photo Finish?” She asked, struggling not to laugh herself. “Darling, you are… so small now.”

Photo Finish grumbled and pouted, plopping down onto her bare naked rump. “Zis is terrible! How am I to create da magics when I am stuck like zis?!”

“But ya wook adowabwe now!” Hoity Toity pointed out as he trotted over to Photo Finish.

Blueblood added. “Yeah. Now ya just wike us! Wawity can be ya mommy too.”

At that Rarity gasped and stumbled back! “What?! Me?! Darlings, there is no possible way I can manage three foals on my own!” She quickly turned her attention to the camera. “Photo Finish, where do you find this camera? I suspect it must’ve somehow been enchanted to regress you. Probably a leftover artifact that Midnight ‘forgot’ about.”

The now regressed Photo Finish put a hoof to her chin, trying to think. “I do not recall. I just stumbled across it one day and knew zat I had to have it,” She recalled as best she could. “Am I going to be stuck like zis forever?! How will I ever bring da magics to life if I cannot even reach my equipment?”

Fortunately, the fashionista reassured the regressed photographer. “Not to worry, Photo Finish. Twilight has developed a cure for these sudden and unexpected regressions. I’m certain she can whip up something that will turn you back to normal before long,” She promptly lit up her horn, pulling the camera close. “For good measure, I think I’ll bring this along so as to ensure it doesn’t end up in the wrong hooves or regresses anypony else.”

“But vat am I to do in ze mean time?” Photo Finish contemplated while she clumsily sat up. “If anypony zees me like zis they shall surely freak out. Zey will think that ze foal pandemic has come back.”

“Which is why you’re going to come with me,” Rarity firmly insisted. “Hopefully, this visit to Twilight shan’t take more than an hour or two. I just hope she isn’t too busy.”

Hoity Toity became excited upon hearing Rarity’s suggestion. “We gonna get to see Twixie! She a gweat pwaymate!”

“Gweat and powewfuw, ya mean!” Blueblood corrected. “Awthough now she goes by the name of ‘The Gweat and Adowabwe Twixie’, especiawwy when she pwactices hew magic twicks.”

The fashionista nodded and smiled. “Yes indeed. And hopefully, you boys will be better behaved on this playdate than you were on the last one,” She then looked across to her latest charge and whispered. “Long story.”

“But what if somepony comes by ze studio while we are away?” Photo Finish nervously inquired. “I must change ze sign from opened to closed so zat nopony comes in and gets suspicion when they don’t see me.”

“Not to worry, darling. Let me handle that,” The unicorn mare insisted. And she used her horn to do just that, quickly enveloping the sign on the door and changing it so that on the outside it displayed the word “Closed”. But there was one more thing she needed to do before making her trip to Twilight. With a little bit more magic from her horn, she opened up the saddlebag she’d brought with her and soon produced a thick, white diaper. “Just to be safe,” She told Photo Finish. “I don’t know how young you’ve become or how much control you have over your… you know.”

Photo Finish grumbled and pouted, but reluctantly lay down and allowed Rarity to diaper her. When the job was finished, she slowly sat up and was surprised by how much added bulk the padding gave to her rear.

Hoity Toity and Blueblood both burst out laughing as they pointed at Photo Finish. “Ya so siwwy in tat diapee!” They teased.

Rarity quickly and sternly scolded the two little colts. “Darlings, if you don’t stop that behavior this instant I’ll put the two of you back into diapers and even take away your potty privileges. You wouldn’t want that now would you?” That quickly got her sons to clam up.





It was a great fortune to Rarity that nopony seemed to be around as she pushed a stroller housing the three foals (Photo Finish was tucked away into a small compartment hidden from view for all but Rarity) to the Golden Oak Library. And after a quick inspection revealed that none of her charges needed to be changed, she approached the front door of the library and prepared to knock.

But then the unicorn noticed something taped to said door. She carefully picked it up and examined it. It read as follows:

Sorry, had to go shopping for more foal supplies.

Be back soon,

Twilight Sparkle

“Well, that’s going to complicate things,” Rarity said with a huff as she turned back to the foals. “Still, I hope that means Twilight won’t mind if we come inside and rest for a while. At least then we’ll be away from any prying eyes.”

“Zat is some excellent logic,” Photo Finish agreed as the stroller she resided in was slowly pushed into the library after Rarity had opened the door. “No wonder you are so good with foals.”

The fashionista smiled while shutting the door behind her. “When you’ve had little ones for as long as I have, it’s natural to become… well… a natural at foal care,” She couldn’t help but giggle. “Besides, I often had to practically raise Sweetie Belle because our parents would do the bare minimum. Their hooves off approach continues to baffle me to this day, I know they weren’t like that when I was growing up.”

The foals were promptly let out of the stroller a moment later, now allowed to run free more or less around the ground floor of the library.

However, while Hoity Toity and Blueblood quickly ran off to explore their new surroundings, Photo Finish just sat there. Partially because she was still unhappy about being stuck in diapers compared to the pull-up wearing colts, and partially because there was something that was beginning to become an issue for her.

Rarity trotted over to the regressed fashion photographer but a moment later. She had plenty of experience with her two sons to know when a foal was troubled by something, and the look on Photo Finish’s face gave her a pretty good idea of what that something was. “Photo Finish,” She cleared her throat. “Do you have to go potty?”

Photo Finish turned and sheepishly nodded. “Indeed,” Then she added. “I do not suppose I could borrow a training potty from you?”

The fashionista frowned. “I think I brought a potty with me just in case, but it might take a while to find it in my saddlebag. Can you wait?”

“I do not know if I can!” Photo Finish protested as she began to cross her legs. “Please, you must zomething I can use! I know you do not wish to change another dirty diaper.”

Reluctantly, Rarity realized that, given Photo Finish’s growing urgency, there was probably only one valid solution if she indeed didn’t want to touch (let alone change) a dirty diaper after finally believing she was done with that. “Well then,” She let out a sigh. “I suppose there’s only one thing we can do. But I want you to be very careful and do exactly what I tell you to do. I don’t want anymore ‘mishaps’ involving the toilet,” Then after scooping Photo Finish up with her magic, she called out to her sons. “Hoity Toity. Blueblood.”

The two little colts ceased in their playing as they turned to the fashionista and asked at the same time. “Wha is it, Mama?”

The unicorn mare cleared her throat. “I need to take Photo Finish to the bathroom real quick. Can I trust you two to stay put and not cause any trouble until I get back?”

Hoity and Blueblood both nodded. “Uh-huh. We be good, Mommy.” They promised in sincere tones of voice.

“And neither of you needs to go, do you?” Rarity offered. “I’m not sure how long it’ll be until Twilight gets back, and I’m not gonna be able to run back to the boutique to get your potties.”

“We good, Mama. Ya made us go potty befowe we weft, wemembew?” Hoity pointed out.

At that Rarity did indeed remember that she had done just that. “Oh yes, how silly of me to have forgotten.”

“Ya just take cawe of Photo Finish. We be fine untiw then.” Blueblood promised.





And so, given the reassurances from her sons, Rarity left them as she carried Photo Finish across the ground floor to the bathroom. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, so the fashionista didn’t have to waste time trying to open it.

Quickly, Rarity brought her charge before the toilet. But its size in comparison to the much smaller Photo Finish gave her cause for concern. She knew what had happened when Hoity Toity and Blueblood had first tried their luck with the great porcelain throne. And even though she was personally supervising this trip, she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain a similar occurrence wouldn’t happen to Photo Finish. The fashionista had already been using a lot of magic today, she wasn’t sure how much more she had left. Would it be enough to hold a foal in place on the toilet seat?

“Rarity, I really need to go!” Photo Finish declared as her face started to turn red. “Please, I cannot hold it much longer!”

“Alright, just please be careful,” Rarity insisted as she used her magic once again, this time to pull down Photo Finish’s diaper and then delicately float her onto the toilet seat. “Don’t move or do anything unless I tell you to!” She instructed.

Photo Finish obeyed. “I shall be just fine as long as your horn does not lose its hold on me. Now it is time for me to make my own magics!” And soon afterward she grunted as her tail hiked upward. Soon, a series of tinkles, plops and splashes reached her ears as she felt greatly relieved.

The fashionista didn’t seem to be bothered by the smell that began to permeate the bathroom as she opted not to use her horn, instead using her hoof to pull off rolls of toilet paper. She then carefully used what magic she had left to help Photo Finish down, before using her hooves to wipe her charge clean with the toilet paper rolls.

“Thank you, Rarity,” Photo Finish said afterward as the used rolls were discarded into the toilet bowl. “Zat was a close one.”

The young unicorn nodded, wiping the sweat from her brows. “Indeed it was. Oh, I hope Blueblood and Hoity Toity are behaving. I don’t think I have enough magic left to bring them to me.”

“Your foals are very well behaved, zey are not troublemakers at all,” Photo Finish replied as her diaper was pulled back up. Then she changed the subject. “But before you worry about zem, you should worry about me and about the bathroom.”

“Ah yes,” Rarity realized. “First we must flush the toilet, and then you’ll need to wash your hooves,” She then picked Photo Finish up and held her close, bringing her towards the silver handle on the tank. “You do the honors.”

Photo Finish happily obeyed, pressing down the handle and watching as a powerful whirlpool formed in the toilet bowl as the flush cycle began! Soon, everything swirled down the drain and disappeared, and then the water returned in the sparkling clean state it had been in before.

Then the regressed fashion photographer was brought over to the bathroom sink as the tap was turned on. With Rarity’s help, she scrubbed her hooves clean and was then set down on the bathroom floor.

“Alright, let’s go back and see how Hoity Toity and Blueblood are doing,” Rarity declared as she and Photo Finish exited the bathroom. “Oh, I hope Twilight gets back soon so we can turn you back to normal. I don’t want to have another foal to care for. Two is more than enough for me!”
> School of Potty Training (Young Six)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was to be expected that the non-pony students would face “issues” adapting to the pony way of life in one way or another. Despite all the preparations Twilight had taken to make her school more accommodating to other creatures, she knew she couldn’t predict every possible complication that might spring up.

Yet even the young princess now serving as headmare of her own school couldn’t have anticipated the series of events that would result in an unexpected outcome, or an unexpected addition to her school’s curriculum for that matter.

Starlight was the one to bring it to Twilight’s attention, shortly after the school had opened its doors. The unicorn herself was unsure of how best to bring the issue to Twilight’s attention when she paid her former teacher a visit in her new office. “Twilight?” She nervously greeted one day.

Twilight looked up from her headmare’s desk, locking eyes with the pony she’d designated the school’s guidance counselor. “What is it, Starlight?” She asked in blissful unawareness.

“There’s a… slight problem with some of the students, particularly the ones we got from those other nations.” Starlight Glimmer spoke in the most awkward of tones.

“What do you mean? What’s the problem?” Twilight questioned.

Starlight let out a sigh. “Probably better for you to see it rather than have me try to explain it.” She lit up her horn, promptly bringing six students into the office behind her even as some of them tried in vain to break free.

Immediately, Twilight’s eyes beheld a most unusual sight that she never would’ve believed she would ever see: The six students who stood before her were all clad in thick diapers, some of them clearly unhappy about their new attire given their looks of shame or their futile efforts to try to cover up their padding. “What in the wide world of Equestria is going on here?!” She gasped in disbelief! “How did this happen?!”

Starlight glared at the six padded students as she sternly declared. “I think they can explain it better than I can. After all, some of them have a lot of explaining to do.”

Sandbar, the earth pony colt, was the first of the bunch to speak up. “It’s not my fault, Headmare Twilight. I didn’t do anything. Gallus and Smolder were the ones who sabotaged the bathrooms. I don’t really need diapers, I can totally make it to the bathroom just fine on my own.”

Gallus, the blue feathered griffon, spoke up next. “Hey, I wasn’t even aiming for you with those toilet bombs, Sandbar. Smolder’s the one who thought they were a good idea. I was just trying to get back at her.”

Smolder, the orange scaled dragon, snorted as smoke billowed out of her nostrils. “Oh sure, blame it on the dragon why don’t ya? We both know you were totally onboard with all of this. And it’s all because Ocellus had to wear diapers because she kept having accidents.”

Ocellus, the light-green changeling, blushed and looked down at the ground in shame. “I tried to make it to the bathrooms on time. I just, didn’t always succeed because I waited too long. But I just wanted to make sure I was up to date on all my reading. There’s nothing I could change into that wouldn’t draw attention to the diaper.”

Yona, the young yak, then declared. “Gallus and Smolder decide to diaper Yona because they think it funny. They just jealous because Yona better student than either of them,” And she grumbled as she fidgeted with her diaper. “Pony diapers not fit Yona, they too tight.”

And Silverstream, the pink colored hippogriff, just sheepishly proclaimed. “It’s totally not because I started having accidents too. I was just trying to make Ocellus and Yona not feel bad about needing to wear diapers,” Then she blushed. “Although, they are kind of nice. We never had anything like this back home.”

Twilight groaned and put a hoof to her forehead. “Seriously? It hasn’t even been a week and already I’ve got problems.”

Starlight nodded. “I reckon it’s gonna be a while before the bathrooms can be fixed. And since you all chose to act so childish, I figured you should look the part.”

Then the young alicorn spoke up. “It looks like I’m gonna have to add something to the curriculum for you six,” With a reluctant sigh she declared. “Potty training.”

“What?!” The six students all gasped at once!

Sandbar even protested. “But I don’t need potty training! I don’t even wet the bed anymore, I swear!”

“Oh?” Gallus commented with a smirk. “Then what’s that dark spot I see on your diaper? It wasn’t there a minute ago.”

Looking down at himself, the earth pony colt eeped and blushed as he tried to cover his padding with his front hooves. “T-that doesn’t mean anything! It’s just because I was prevented from using the bathroom earlier thanks to your prank, Gallus!”

Twilight wasn’t convinced. “The toilets here at school are quite different from the ones ponies usually use, Sandbar. They’re a bit more old fashioned, and they were installed specifically to make things easier for our non-pony students. Besides, if you’re really as much of a big colt as you claim then surely you’ll have no trouble mastering the curriculum, and thus showing the other students how it’s done. Or am I mistaken?”

Sandbar sighed. “F-fine,” He stammered. “But you better not tell my parents about this. If Coral finds out, I’ll never hear the end of this.”

“Ooh, you have a younger sibling?!” Silverstream chirped in excitement! “So do I! I wonder what he’d think of me if he saw me like this?”

Smolder just rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I guess this beats detention or whatever other kind of punishment you could give us.”

“Then potty training it shall be,” Twilight firmly declared. “Starting tomorrow, you’re all going to report here and Starlight and I will do our best to walk you through the process. Once we’re certain we can trust you, you’ll each be allowed to graduate from diapers.”





So it was that the six students (who had only just gotten to know each other) reluctantly reported right to the headmare’s office the next day. Even Sandbar wasn’t sure what to expect despite knowing what “potty training” was and what it most likely would involve.

Twilight and Starlight were waiting for the diapered students as they waddled in one by one, all of them still embarrassed, ashamed or otherwise unhappy about their current padded predicament. “Ah, good, you’re all here,” Twilight spoke in a tone of voice that sounded almost like a coo. “And I see you’re all dry, that’s a good start.”

“Is all of this really necessary, Headmare Twilight?” Ocellus inquired. “I’m sure I could learn how pony plumbing works in time.”

“Maybe, but who knows how long that would take?” Twilight pointed out. “Besides, this way I can ensure you all behave yourselves and learn how to get along.”

Gallus couldn’t help but remark. “You’re really going all out on this, aren’t you? Treating us like we’re a bunch of toddlers.”

The young headmare nodded. “If you want me to treat you your proper age, you need to start acting like it. The longer you protest or fight back, the longer that’ll take. It’s your choice though, if you wanna act younger than you are that’s fine by me.”

Starlight then spoke up. “So, which one of you would like to be the demonstrator for the others? The one showing them how it’s done? Whoever volunteers will get a head start on earning back their big kid privileges.”

Immediately, Sandbar raised one of his hooves into the air. “I’ll do it! It’ll give me good practice for when Coral’s old enough for potty training.”

“Splendid, a volunteer!” Twilight happily declared as she approached Sandbar. “Come on, Sandbar,” And to the other students she instructed. “All of you follow me. You’re about to get your first lesson in this crash course.”

The rest of the padded students reluctantly followed Twilight, Starlight and Sandbar to one of the school’s bathrooms. It was one of the ones that hadn’t been touched by Gallus and Smolder’s “pranks” the other day.

Soon, the group had reached one of the bathroom stalls. And positioned at the far end of it was what looked like some kind of elevated trench with running water beneath it. A roll holding some kind of paper stood nearby, and not far from the trench was a colored pedal of some sort.

Twilight quickly launched into her lecture, making sure all of the students’ eyes were focused on her and her general location. “Whenever you feel like you need to go, ideally during one of the many breaks between classes, simply come to one of these stalls here,” She then turned to Sandbar. “Since you’re all wearing diapers, you’ll need to ask to have them temporarily removed. Sandbar, do you want me to pull down your diaper so you can go?”

Sandbar did his best to hide the blush on his cheeks. “Y-yes, Headmare Twilight.” He agreed, and stood as still as a statue as she used her magic to effortlessly loosen the tabs of his diaper, allowing him to slide it down to his legs and set it aside.

“There are a few different types of toilets,” Twilight explained as Sandbar made his way to the back of the stall. “But for the most part, the ones you’ll find at this school are like this: These are what we call flush lavatories. I figured they’d be easier for you all to use instead of the more modern throne model,” She coughed into a hoof. “Anyway, using this type of toilet is simple: Simply stand over the opening with your back to the wall. Then you just relax and do whatever you need to do.”

Sandbar blushed anew as all eyes fell on him. “Uh, you don’t need to watch for this part. It’s rude, you have to give others their privacy.”

“True,” Starlight commented. “But in this case, the others need to understand what they’re supposed to do.”

So it was that, reluctantly, the earth pony colt relaxed his body and lifted his tail. Soon, a faint hissing and tinkling sound could be heard. Then it slowly faded away. Looking up, the colt sheepishly proclaimed. “I… I think I’m done.”

Twilight and Starlight both clapped their hooves as Twilight floated over some of the paper from the roll. “Excellent job, Sandbar,” She spoke with only slightly exaggerated praise. “Now, just wipe up and then flush. I think you can be trusted to do that on your own.”

“O-okay.” Sandbar stuttered, wiping the paper between his flanks and then depositing it into the toilet below. He proceeded to the colored pedal and carefully placed a hoof down.

A great roar filled the bathroom as the flush cycle started, quickly sweeping the paper up into a powerful vortex and subsequently pulling it down a hole. The water then returned, now sparkling clean.





“See?” Twilight told the other students as she noticed their gazes all appearing to be transfixed to the toilet. “Do it just like that and you’ll be fine. If you can all do it like Sandbar did, you’ll be out of diapers before the week is through.”

Starlight quickly spoke up (while using her magic to put Sandbar’s diaper back on). “There’s no need to fight or rush. There’s plenty of available stalls, you can each take one. Just make sure you get Twilight or I to help you first,” And then she warned. “And no horseplaying! This is not a place for games or pranks!”

However, the warning fell on deaf ears as the other padded students quickly got up to mischief in various ways.

Silverstream eyed one of the toilets with curiosity as she approached it, clutching her Pearl of Transformation necklace as she transformed into a seapony and put a fin to the water beneath the elevated trench. “I wonder where everything goes?” She pondered aloud.

“Why don’t we find out?!” Smolder said with a grin as she not so subtly pushed the seapony from behind, causing not just her fin but her entire face to dip into the waters. Then, with Silverstream still dazed, Smolder proceeded to “accidentally” step on the flush pedal. “Oops!” She declared with pretend worry.

Before Silverstream could react, the flush cycle started and swiftly took hold of her body! Before she knew it, she was pulled into the toilet as a powerful suction grabbed her tail and rendered her unable to escape! “Nooooooo!” She cried, and it was all she had time to say as she disappeared tail first down the drain!

“Smolder!” Ocellus scolded as she came waddling over from the stall nearby. “That wasn’t nice!”

“Hey, she wanted to see how it worked. I figured I’d help her out,” Smolder replied in an unconcerned tone of voice. “She’ll be fine, she is a seapony after all.”

“Why you…!” Ocellus glared at the dragon as she promptly transformed into an octopus, spraying Smolder in the face with ink. Then she extended one of her tentacles down the drain, hoping to find and grab hold of Silverstream.

Meanwhile, Yona was being impatient and refused to cooperate with Twilight as the alicorn tried to remove the yak’s diaper. “Yona no need help! Yaks never need help from anycreature!” She stubbornly insisted! “Yona master potty training all on her own, just like she master everything on her own!”

“Yona, please, hold still!” Twilight groaned as she fiddled about, trying to maintain a magical hold on the yak’s diaper. “You’re not going to master anything if you don’t let me take off your diaper.”

However, Yona just responded by bumping the alicorn with her padded rear. But as she then moved to get into position, she misjudged her step and slipped on the wet floor! “Ah, oh no!” She cried, desperately trying to grab hold of something to prevent her fall! She clumsily grabbed the rack of what she’d learned was called toilet paper, but with her great yak strength she broke it off and caused the paper to tumble out onto the floor. Some of the paper then wrapped itself around the yak’s back legs, causing her to fall backward. Her whole padded bottom dipped into the toilet with a splash.

As for Gallus, he was flying far above the stall he’d chosen and was now swiping at his padding with his claws to try and remove it.

“Dude, what do you think you’re doing?!” Sandbar questioned as he happened to come waddling over. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it. You’re supposed to wait for either Headmare Twilight or Counselor Starlight.”

“I don’t need their help!” Gallus insisted! “I’m getting rid of this stupid diaper even if I tear it to shreds! Besides, this is so much cooler than just standing around like an idiot. We griffons fly around like this all the time, especially when we can’t make it back home to do our business.” Soon afterward, he managed to successfully reduce his diaper to small scraps of cloth and watched as they slowly fell into the toilet.

Sandbar then watched as Gallus swooped low, heading for the flush pedal. Suddenly, he realized what the griffon was going to do! “Wait, don’t do that, Gallus!” He pleaded!

But the young griffon didn’t listen to the colt’s plea. “So long, stupid diaper!” He declared and pressed down on the pedal as hard as he could!

Then there was trouble! The scraps of padding didn’t even make it down the drain before the toilet in the stall gurgled ominously. Suddenly, a great torrent of water spilled out from the elevated trench and completely engulfed the floor of the stall.

At that very same moment, Ocellus felt something touch her octopus tentacle and she tugged as hard as she could in hopes it was Silverstream! And Yona felt a pressure building up beneath her padding, almost like there was a blockage of some kind! Soon, a dripping wet Silverstream was yanked out of the toilet as the whole thing seemed to break and fall apart. While that was happening, the pressure beneath Yona grew too strong to be held back! Without warning, a fountain of water shot up and pushed the yak forward, causing her to tumble face first onto the tiled floor of the stall.





Soon, many of the stalls in the bathroom housed nothing but broken toilets and flooded floors.

Twilight could only groan and shake her head in dismay. “Even potty training Spike wasn’t this difficultt,” She thought to herself. “Celestia help me! I’m in way over my head on this! Oh, I hope the EEA doesn’t find out about any of this.”

And meanwhile, Starlight was secretly thinking. “Maybe it would be better if we tried training these students one on one. Teaching them all at once just seems to lead to disaster.”

At the very least though, it could be said that the six students were starting to learn more about each other and about the world around them. Even if it wasn’t quite in the way Twilight had intended.
> Fancy Pamps' Revenge (Fleur De Lis)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fancy Pants absolutely hated being stuck with the label of “Fancy Pamps” by his wife Fleur, who teased him non-stop about it even after the chaos magic had been undone.

“Oh come now, Fancy Pamps,” Fleur said with a teasing coo as she led her husband along with a hoof. “Why not make the most of it for however long this lasts? We both know who took longer to get out of diapers.”

Fancy Pants just sighed, groaned and cursed under his breath. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” He muttered to himself as he was embarrassingly escorted to the bathroom not unlike a potty training toddler.

Fleur arched an eyebrow upward and inquired. “What was that, dear?”

“Oh, nothing.” The pampered stallion insisted. But secretly he was thinking about how he might put an end to his humiliation. He knew he’d need to do something to get his wife to stop the teasing.

Soon, husband and wife reached the rather lavish bathroom that they shared. It was finely decorated with polished tiles, gold-trimmed shower curtains surrounding a massive tub which stood next to a cabinet stocked with only the best bathing and beauty products known to pony kind, a sink with decorated knobs either side of the faucet, and a gleaming, sparkling white toilet with a gold flush handle. It was a bathroom fit for royalty.

Fancy Pants’ cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as the padding between his legs forced him to clumsily waddle his way to the great porcelain throne.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, dear?” Fleur half questioned, half teased as she began to not so subtly light up her horn.

Before the stallion had a chance to ask or even come to his own conclusion, he felt a magical glow surround his diaper and pull it down. “I could’ve done that myself you know.” He insisted with a snort as he then sat on the seat, the padding dangling between the bottom of his legs and making him feel small.

Fleur only giggled. “I’m not so sure you could’ve, Fancy Pamps. You’re always so forgetful. Honestly, what would you do without me to help you? Is it any wonder why ponies say I ‘wear the pants’ in the relationship as it were?” Then she cooed. “If we ever have foals of our own someday, I have a feeling I’ll have to tell them about you to make sure their potty training goes smoothly.”

Fancy Pants frowned and folded his hooves across his chest in a pouting motion. He didn’t care if this made him look like even more of a big toddler. All he could think about as he sat there on the toilet was how he was ever going to get out of this embarrassing situation. “If I don’t do something soon,” He thought to himself. “I’m gonna be stuck with the label of ‘Fancy Pamps’ forever!”





Eventually “potty time” ended and Fleur took the liberty of helping her husband after he had wiped, flushed and washed his hooves. “See, now was that worth making such a fuss over? I think not.” She playfully scolded, using her magic to pull the diaper back up and fixing it into place.

“I don’t see why I still have to wear this… thing,” Fancy flushed anew and frowned. “Surely, I have demonstrated that I’ve no need for it. Whatever leftover chaos magic there might be, it hasn’t affected my ability to do my business.”

“Not that we know of,” Fleur cooed as she playfully patted the pristine padding placed precisely on her husband’s rump. “But we haven’t see if there are any effects at night.”

The diapered stallion groaned. “Fleur, you know I haven’t wet the bed since I was five.”

The mare just giggled while leading her husband away by the hoof. “Then what’s a few more hours in diapers going to matter? If morning comes and you’re still dry, we can remove the padding for good. How does that sound?”

Reluctantly, Fancy agreed with a sigh. “Oh, alright. But this has to stay our little secret. I don’t need the likes of Jet Set or Blueblood finding out and making fun of me.”

Fleur just smiled and flashed a knowing wink. “If they did they would answer to me. Now don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that. Just enjoy the rest of your time as Fancy Pamps, darling.”

So it was that Fancy Pants and Fleur spent the rest of the day together in the privacy of their home, Fleur seeing fit to use her husband’s current attire as a means to lightly tease him and more or less “baby” him (or as she put it: “Getting in some parenting practice.”).

At last it was time for bed, though Fancy Pants had a hard time slipping into his usual sleeping attire due to the fact that it wasn’t made to accommodate the “extra bulk” in his rear. But he was glad that his wardrobe had remained unchanged, he’d dreaded the thought of having to wear a sized up foal sleeper or something just as childish. If the paparazzi got hold of such an image, the humiliation and torment would never end.

“Goodnight and sweat dreams, Fancy Pamps my darling,” Fleur cooed as she kissed her husband on the forehead and then lay down beside him on their alicorn princess sized bed. “Be sure to wake me up if you have to go potty during the night.” And soon, she was fast asleep.

Fancy Pants gradually fell asleep too, but was woken up in the middle of the night by a familiar urge to visit his royal throne to do his “royal duties” as it were. However, he opted not to wake Fleur for a bathroom escort. He was confident he could make the trip on his own, so he silently slipped out of bed and waddled his way to the bathroom.

Not even the flushing of the toilet seemed to wake Fleur from her deep sleep, for she hadn’t stirred or moved at all when her padded husband returned to the bedroom a while later with great relief.

“I most definitely do not need this anymore,” Fancy thought to himself as he used his magic to remove the thick diaper that had hugged his rear for so long already. “Now I’ll just discard it. My days as ‘Fancy Pamps’ are over!”

However, as the stallion prepared to toss the diaper into the trash, he happened to glance at his wife who was still sleeping peacefully. A rather mischievous and naughty idea came to his mind as he looked to her, then to the still perfectly clean padding held in the magical glow of his horn. Maybe his wife would be further motivated to stay quiet about all of this if she got to see “the other side” and what it was like.

Grinning from ear to ear, Fancy Pants carefully floated the diaper over to his wife and slipped it onto her rump. It fit perfectly. Then, just for good measure, he decided to add a little bit of his own magic in the form of a spell. Nothing too harmful, just something to make sure Fleur couldn’t take the padding off by herself.

With his work complete, the now diaper free stallion slipped back into bed and yawned as he closed his eyes. He could hardly wait for tomorrow. His darling Fleur was going to be in for a big surprise!





The next morning, Fleur opened her eyes very slowly and yawned. Something felt strangely off to her, but she couldn’t put her delicate hoof on what it was. It was only as she moved to sit up that she discovered what was different, for her ears heard not just the sound of rustling sheets but also a faint crinkling noise that was coming from underneath her. Could it be?!

The unicorn mare shot up in bed and pulled back the covers with a flick of her horn! To her horror, she saw what she had hoped not to see: A thick, white diaper that was hugging her rump.

At that very moment, Fancy Pants happened to be standing by the side of the bed with an almost knowing smile spread across his face. “Good morning, Fleur. Sleep well last night? Like a foal, you might say?”

“Fancy Pants!” Fleur gasped as she sheepishly tried in vain to hide her padding.

“Ah, so you remember my actual name,” Fancy Pants commented. “It’s not so fun when the diaper’s on the other pony, now is it?”

Realization flashed in the diapered mare’s eyes as she quickly realized how she’d ended up in this humiliating state. “You did this to me?!” And when she received a confirming nod she questioned. “But why?”

Fancy simply explained. “Maybe because I thought you needed to see what it was like for me yesterday when you kept treating me as ‘Fancy Pamps’,” Then he added. “Don’t bother trying to take off that diaper, dear. I’ve made it so that only I have can have that right.”

Fleur groaned. “Fancy, you make it hard for me to love you when you do stuff like this. What if I suffer an accident? Are you prepared to change a diaper?”

“If I have to, yes,” Fancy quickly replied as he watched his wife clumsily exit the bed and try to stand with the thick padding pushing her legs apart. “However, I think a certain little filly would prefer to keep her diapers clean. Therefore, I believe a trip to the bathroom to visit a certain throne is in order.”

The pampered mare groaned again and wiggled about in her padding. “A-alright,” She insisted. “I suppose it is time for a…” She blushed as she used the foalish term. “Potty break.”

Fancy clapped his hooves and then offered one to his wife. “Splendid! Let us adjourn to the bathroom, then. Come along, my dear.”

So it was that Fleur was reluctantly led along to the bathroom by her husband, trying her best to ignore the crinkles coming from her padded behind with every step she took. It was but a short trot from the bedroom to the bathroom, but to the mare it felt like an eternity. And it seemed like it was even longer before she was brought before the toilet.

Fancy Pants promptly pulled the pampers down while his wife moved to sit down on the toilet, her legs dangling much like his had the day before. “Go ahead, darling,” He playfully encouraged. “I’m not looking.” And he turned his head so as to give his wife some privacy, trying (and failing) to hide the goofy grin on his face all the while.

Much like her husband, Fleur couldn’t help but feel small as she sat on the toilet. She really did feel like a toddler with the way everything was and the way her husband had been treating her since she woke up. Now she had more of an understanding of the embarrassment she’d inflicted upon her husband with the way she’d treated him yesterday. She knew she was going to owe her husband an apology when this was over.

Eventually, it was over. Fleur was allowed to wipe, flush and wash her hooves. But her husband insisted on putting the padding back on her anyway and giving it a firm pat. “Good job, Fleur,” He spoke in an exaggerated coo. “If you can keep this up all day, you won’t have to wear the padding after tonight.”

The padded unicorn mare sighed as she looked her husband deep in the eyes. “I’m sorry about yesterday Fancy Pam… I mean Pants,” She quickly corrected herself. “I know I went too far even though it was just between us.”

“Fleur, if you want foals you need only to ask. I’m more than willing to become a father,” Fancy Pants commented. “Though I do hope you won’t insist on telling them about my embarrassing nickname. There are some things they don’t need to know.”

Fleur sighed. “I suppose with all that’s been happening lately, I have been feeling that maternal urge.”

Fancy Pants nodded and smiled. “I’ve felt the same way, my dear. Which is why I’m getting the needed practice in now. Once the padding comes off for good, we can talk about family. Until then, though, the diaper’s going to stay on.”

Reluctantly, Fleur resigned herself to her fate. “Can’t win them all, I suppose.” She thought to herself.
> Three Fillies and a Toilet (Flitter/Cloudchaser)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite the not so little hiccup that occurred when Silverstreak first tried to teach his little sister about the potty, he was able to more or less set her on the right track in regards to potty training. It helped that his parents were quick to approve of him taking on the task. They knew that with the way their lives were they wouldn’t have as much time or effort to devote to teaching Fleetfoot compared to Silverstreak.

And very much like her brother, Fleetfoot proved to be a pretty fast learner. The only trouble she really faced was notifying her brother in time to be taken to the bathroom. A few accidents here and there occurred as a result of this, but Silverstreak insisted that such was natural and that it was up to Fleetfoot to recognize the signals sooner. More often than not he was quite pushy with the potty training, motivated by his desire not to have change diapers for longer than he had to.

This desperate push did have its drawbacks, making Fleetfoot rather impatient and eager to show off. But Silverstreak wasn’t too concerned about those developments as he was convinced they would slowly fade with time. What mattered most was that his little sister graduate from diapers sooner rather than later. With any luck she might even skip straight past the pull-ups stage and fully master toilet usage, though admittedly that was a longshot.

Then one day by chance, Fleetfoot happened to befriend two pegasus fillies named Flitter and Cloudhcaser who were twins. Flitter was the slightly older of the two, but both were about the same age and both were younger than Fleetfoot by a fair deal.

One thing led to another and it wasn’t long before Fleetfoot was being invited over to the twins’ house for a sleepover. And Silverstreak happily agreed. “It’ll be a great opportunity for you, Fleetfoot,” He told his little sister while patting her forehead. “You might even be able to demonstrate how a big pony does things.”

Fleetfoot nodded. “Uh-huh, wanna be big pony!” Any chance to show off was fine by her.

So the sleepover was arranged, initially proceeding without fanfare. Flitter and Cloudchaser had started potty training too, though they weren’t as far along as Fleetfoot.

It wouldn’t be until later on, much later in fact, that Fleetfoot would really have an opportunity to show off. And in the process, Flitter and Cloudchaser would teach her something that she never would’ve imagined learning.





Fleetfoot suddenly awoke in the middle of the night with a faint but growing urge, an urge which took the form of a twinge in her bladder. That bottle of milk to help her fall asleep was definitely coming back to haunt her now. Yet as she looked all around the room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, she couldn’t see a trace of her big brother anywhere. That was a problem seeing as she depended on him to take her to the bathroom once notified to her need.

Now, the little pegasus knew she could probably just go in her diaper and be changed in the morning (or whenever her brother or some other grown-up came in to check up on her, whichever came first), but doing so wouldn’t be a “big pony” thing to do. However, she also couldn’t simply hold it in until morning. Her tiny body made that impossible. One way or another she was gonna have to go soon.

So Fleetfoot sat there in silence and tried to think. What should she do? What could she do?

Suddenly, the silence of the night and the room were broken by the sound of wings flapping. Fleetfoot stood up in hopeful wait! Was her brother about to come in and save her from suffering an embarrassing accident?

The flapping suddenly ceased as two familiar figures landed with a chorus of crinkles in Fleetfoot’s crib. It was Flitter and Cloudchaser, her new friends.

“Hey Fleetfoot,” Flitter greeted in a whisper. “We hear ya waking up and talking to yaself.”

Cloudchaser nodded and added. “Ya okay? Ya have a nightmare?”

Fleetfoot shook her head and began standing on tiphooves, so strong was her urge now. “Not have bad dream,” She insisted. “I gotta go.”

“Go where?” Flitter inquired. Seeing as she was half asleep her mind wasn’t as sharp as it normally was.

“I tink she gotta go potty,” Cloudchaser pointed out. “And she do it in big scary potty, one that make those noises.”

Fleetfoot nodded back. “Yeah, gotta go now! But big brother not here!”

Flitter looked across to Cloudchaser and quickly got an idea. “Ya no need him, we take ya there ourselves. We know where potty is.”

Cloudchaser added. “Ya fly like us. We fly out of crib all ta time. It fun.”

Although hesitant to try such an idea, Fleetfoot quickly decided that it was better than the alternative of just standing around and waiting until she could hold it in no longer. As scary as the dark, unlit hallway was, she wasn’t going to intentionally have an accident if she could help it.

Flapping their wings in unison, the trio of tiny pegasi rose from the crib and exited the nursery. It was a thankfully short flight from there, through the dark hallway, and finally to the bathroom which was unlit.





The twins led Fleetfoot further into the bathroom, familiar with its layout even in the dark. At last, they brushed against something cold and smelly. Looking up, it was possible to make out a faint bowl shape and some kind of gleaming silver object that stood out. It had to be the toilet!

“We help ya out!” Flitter insisted as she and Cloudchaser put their hooves around what they were pretty sure was the lid and forced it up. With a great deal of straining (it was a miracle they didn’t have an accident with how hard they seemed to be straining themselves), the twin toddlers put the lid up all the way. It bumped against the toilet tank with a slam that seemed to echo everywhere.

“Otay, ya can go now.” Cloudchaser told Fleetfoot as the twins flew back down, resting on the tiled floor.

Fleetfoot gulped a bit. She’d never really given the toilet a second thought before, but every time she’d used it in the past there had always been light and her brother was always there to help her should anything go wrong. This time she had neither of those things. True, she also knew how the toilet worked to an extent. But she was still worried about having to do everything on her own.

But the little pegasus plucked up courage, now was not the time to show fear or hesitation! She needed to be brave, that’s what a big pony would do in a situation like this. Big ponies were never afraid of things like this, big ponies could conquer any challenge with the greatest of ease!

Well, first thing was first, Fleetfoot would have to at least pull down her diaper if not remove it entirely. So she clumsily put her hooves on the padding, fumbling and fussing about with the tabs for a bit before she heard a faint ripping sound. Her diaper fell off her completely, but not in the way it was supposed to. Oh well, she’d just have a new diaper put on her tomorrow morning when her brother inevitably discovered her bare bottom.

Flapping her wings, Fleetfoot tried to ignore the cold breeze blowing past her behind now that there was nothing to protect it. Slowly but surely, she positioned herself to what she thought was the edge of the toilet seat. Only once she was certain that it was indeed that did she plant her hooves delicately on the fine seat of porcelain. She didn’t bother to sit down like she usually did, she just stood there and let nature take its course as a steady tinkling sound echoed down into the bowl below.

“I did it!” The filly boasted, forgetting that she was supposed to be quiet! So proud was she of her accomplishment that she had momentarily lost track of her surroundings.

Before the three fillies could react, light suddenly flooded the bathroom and momentarily blinded them. And who should happen to come trotting in at that very moment but Silverstreak? “What’s all this?” He demanded before his eyes could scan the room and size up the situation.

Puffing out her chest and forgetting her earlier insecurity, Fleetfoot proudly proclaimed. “I go potty! Flitter and Cloudchaser help me do it.”

“It her idea!” Cloudchaser accusingly pointed a hoof to Flitter.

“But ya helped too!” Flitter protested and accusingly pointed a hoof back at Cloudchaser.

Silverstreak just sighed. He knew he couldn’t get too upset at the foals when they hadn’t really done anything majorly wrong. “Well that’s very nice of you, but you really should’ve come and woken me up,” He explained. “I would’ve been more than happy to help Fleetfoot. That’s what a big brother does,” And to Fleetfoot he added. “It’s okay if you sometimes don’t make it at night. I won’t always be there to help you, and I don’t wanna risk you getting into trouble with the toilet because I’m not there to help you use it. So next time, either come get me or another grown-up, or just use your diaper and I’ll change you as soon as possible.”

“Okay, big brother.” Fleetfoot sighed as she fluttered down from the toilet seat in shame.

“Still, I’ve very proud of you for realizing you had to go and trying to take care of it on your own,” Silverstreak reassuringly told the filly. “Eventually, that’s what you’re gonna have to do when you get older and are farther along in your training. For now though, at least when it comes to the toilet, you’re only to use it if I’m around or another trusted grown-up is around to help. And the same goes for your friends. Understand?”

The three fillies all nodded at once. “Yeah, we understand.”

Silverstreak smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, glad we got that cleared up,” He then began to unroll some toilet paper from the nearby rack, intent on cleaning his sister’s rump. As he did so, he looked to Flitter and Cloudchaser and got an idea. “Well, while we’re all here, why don’t you two also try your luck with the toilet? I know you prefer your potties, but the toilet is basically just a bigger version of your potties. And everything you do in your potties ends up in the toilet anyway.”

“Me first!” Flitter insisted! “I the older one!”

“Nu-uh!” Cloudchaser protested! “Ya always first for everything, me wanna be first this time!”

The teenaged pegasus simply replied. “There’s no need to fight, you can both try together,” He lifted them both up, each filly tucked under one hoof as he placed them both upon the toilet seat and made sure they were comfortable and secure. “Now don’t move. I’ll help you both down in a minute or so.”





The twin toddlers obeyed their instructions from Silverstreak without hesitation, Fleetfoot taking the liberty of looking away since she’d been told it wasn’t nice to watch other ponies go potty (unless one was a grown-up or trusted caretaker like her brother).

Soon, both Flitter and Cloudchaser were tinkling as well. When they had finished, Silverstreak clapped his hooves in approval and then unraveled some rolls of toilet paper from the rack to wipe them clean. “Good job, girls,” He praised them while setting them back on the floor, then dumping the used toilet paper rolls in the toilet bowl. “Fleetfoot, would you like to do the honors?”

Fleetfoot nodded without hesitation, this was always her favorite part of using the toilet! She flew over to the handle and pressed it down with ease, triggering the flush cycle.

A loud, unfamiliar (at least to Flitter and Cloudchaser) roar suddenly filled the bathroom. Fleetfoot looking down from her position at the whirlpool springing up in the toilet bowl. “Ya girls come up here!” She encouraged to her new friends! “Ya gotta see this, it so cool!”

Flitter and Cloudchaser reluctantly did so, flying up to where they were eye level with the toilet bowl just in time to see everything be swept up in a raging, dizzying whirlpool and disappear down a dark and mysterious hole at the bottom. Then, like magic, the water returned and refilled the bowl. But it was now sparkling clean. It was equal parts scary and amazing for the twin toddler pegasi.

Silverstreak then helped all three fillies down and had them wash their hooves. For good measure, he also took the liberty of putting a new diaper on Fleetfoot before returning her to her crib in the nursery. “When you’re older and Mom and Dad say you’re ready, we’ll see about letting you go without diapers for a while.” He told her.
> A Potty By Any Other Name (Flower Trio)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had seemed like forever since the citizens of Equestria were able to go to the bathroom properly, when toilet usage was so common for all ponies over a certain age that it was easy to overlook and take for granted. But ever since that bizarre chaos meteor had come crashing down, the resulting magic that spread across the land reduced ponies to wearing diapers. Toilets went unused.

Nothing lasts forever, though. Eventually, the magic faded away and ponies slowly but surely began to regain their ability to use toilets. For some it was a quick, almost instantaneous thing. But for others it was something that came back very slowly, almost to the point where it was as if it didn’t exist and they were forced to learn how to potty properly all over again.

For a trio of mares with the same occupation who had adjusted as reluctantly as everypony else (well, everypony except Pinkie Pie who’d taken a real shine to the situation and saw fit to cheer up other ponies), their regaining of their potty training skills took the latter route. And because of a certain development, the first day of what should’ve been freedom from diapers would turn out to be anything but.

Originally, since the mares all lived together, there were separate toilets for each of them. But when the chaos magic had left ponies diaper dependent for what seemed like forever, Lilly (who was the oldest of the trio) had had two of the toilets removed. It was only a lack of funds that had kept her from removing the third one.

So now there was only one toilet that three mares would have to share. And that was going to be quite a problem.

Lilly, Daisy and Roseluck all awoke one morning, checking their diapers like they had done countless times already since this whole mess had started. Relieved to find their padding dry, the trio of flower growing and selling ponies decided that they should each make a visit to the bathroom. With any luck they would be next to regain their potty training skills, skills they would never again take for granted.

As luck or fate would have it, all three reached the bathroom door at exactly the same time. And just on the other side of it was the one toilet in the entire house. But it wasn’t anywhere close to big enough to accommodate them all at once.

You would think that the three fully grown earth pony mares would be more than capable of taking turns, deciding maturely amongst themselves about who should be the first to “go” and in what order each of them would try their luck with the long neglected porcelain throne. And perhaps if not for circumstances being what they were, that’s what would’ve happened.





“I’m the oldest, so I should go first!” Lilly insisted as she wiggled and squirmed, almost crossing her legs. “After all, it’s my bathroom so it must be my toilet.”

But Daisy protested immediately, herself squirming and straining. “You always get to be first for everything. Let me try first, I have to go more than you, I think!”

Roseluck, meanwhile, pouted while not bothering to hold back her look of desperation as she crossed her legs. “You’re both wrong, you two can hold it longer than I can. I really have to go, so let me be first for once!” She began to take a few steps forward, trying to hold back her urge to go all the while.

Lilly immediately protested and moved to block Roseluck’s way. “It’s not my fault you can’t hold it in like a big filly, Rose.”

“And who says you’re a big filly?” Daisy complained and whined. “I swear, you always had more accidents than Rose and I combined. I think whoever had the least amount of accidents should be first, and that just happens to be me.”

Rose shook her head. “Big fillies don’t prevent others from using the potty, Daisy. You and Lilly will just have to wait like the big fillies you say you are.”

Daisy just swished her tail and tried to move past Lilly and Roseluck. “But I can’t wait! Not like you girls can! You two always held on changes and made me go first. It’s only fair to return the favor.”

Rose proceeded to trip Daisy when she tried to take a step forward, causing her fellow earth pony to fall padded rump first to the floor with a chorus of crinkles. “That only proves you’re not really a big filly like I am. I practically never had accidents. You and Lilly had accidents all the time.”

Lilly snorted. “I did not! We all know who was really the one with the most accidents, and it wasn’t me,” Then she demanded. “Now stop arguing and let me through. It’s like I said, the oldest among us should be first.” And she tried to move forward.

Daisy, however, grabbed Lilly by the legs and wouldn’t let go! “No you don’t! You have to wait your turn! Let me go first!” She firmly demanded.

“No!” Lilly argued. “I can’t wait! I have to go, now!”

“Well too bad for you, Lilly,” Roseluck proclaimed as she made her way past the fallen Daisy and the leg locked Lilly. “You should’ve gone earlier. Now you’ll just have to wait until I’m done, then I’ll change you and probably Daisy too.” And with the other mares occupied, she had no trouble making it past them and to the toilet.

Rose moved to sit down, before realizing she hadn’t taken off her diaper yet. She blushed. “Oops, can’t use the bathroom like I’m supposed to if I’m still wearing this.” And the earth pony mare tried to undo the tabs so her diaper would come off. She tugged, and tugged, and tugged and tugged some more! But it seemed like no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the diaper off her rear.

By this point, Lilly and Daisy had reached the toilet with Daisy still holding onto Lilly’s legs even though she was dragged across the bathroom floor as a result. “Silly, Rose,” Lilly giggled. “You never were good at getting your diaper off. Obviously somepony isn’t ready for the potty.”

Roseluck frowned as she looked down at herself, seeing that her padding was no longer pristine and that the flowers that served as wetness indicators had faded. Still, she saw fit to argue. “Well, you’re not ready yet either! Just look at yourself, little miss potty pants!”

“What are you talking abou-” Lilly commented, before gasping as she felt her padding squish! How had she not noticed her floodgates opening?

Daisy just grinned. “Looks like I’m the only one who’s still eligible for the toilet. I guess that means I’m the big filly this time. Step aside, Rose. Let me show you and Lilly how it’s done.” But because she was so fixated on this little “victory” of hers, she didn’t notice until too late that she too was going potty (and not where she’d wanted to go).





So it was that three very soggy earth pony mares could only stand and stare at the toilet in dismay, all of them having unfortunately proven why they were not going to be using it.

Lilly just sighed as a decision from long ago now came back to haunt her. “I guess I’ll have to get the other toilets re-installed,” She decided. “And maybe buy some training potties in the mean time so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Good idea.” Daisy agreed.

Roseluck nodded. “Yeah, but for right now I guess we’ll have to get changed. I just hope we’re not the only ponies having a hard time readjusting to not having to wear diapers anymore.”
> The Magic of Potty Training (Mane Six)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Princess Luna greatly adored having friends on her own level, and they had many adventures together throughout the halls of Canterlot Castle, often under the watchful eye of Luna’s older sister Princess Celestia. She particularly started paying closer attention to the foals after an “incident” in one of the castle’s bathrooms.

Of course, all the foals’ families were more than eager to have their children befriend royalty, particularly one of the future rulers of the land. But there were periods of time where Luna’s six friends couldn’t be brought over to play with her.

After one particular period of absence when Princess Luna was two years old, she was surprised to have all her friends come to see her once again so suddenly.

Princess Celestia smiled as she brought the honored little guests to the nursery where her sister stayed. “Luna’s going to be so thrilled to see you all again,” She smiled, taking noticing of what they were now wearing. “And I think she’ll be even more thrilled to see that she’s not the only one with something to show off.” Soon afterward, all the foals were placed into Luna’s playpen and they crowded around the little alicorn.

“Hi girls,” Princess Luna somewhat sheepishly greeted. “It been a long time since I see ya all,” And without waiting for a reply she declared. “Guess what? I now in potty training!” She then showed off her midnight blue colored pull-up that had little moons and stars printed all over it.

The six other foals were amazed! “Ooh!” They all proclaimed, they had never seen anything so finely decorated before.

Princess Luna nodded. “It totally cool! Mommy, Daddy and big sister Tia all say I a big filly now!” It was only now that she got a good look at her fellow foals. All of them were wearing pull-ups as well, though none of them were as detailed or decorative as hers. “Oh, ya all in potty training too?” She asked them.

“Uh-huh,” Rarity was the first to nod and proudly boasted “Fluttershy not the only one anymore. Now we all big fillies!”

Rainbow Dash blushed, being the youngest of the group had its drawbacks. “More or less.” She muttered under her breath.

Princess Celestia smiled, watching the foals from afar. “Well, at least now I hopefully won’t have to worry about anymore bathroom episodes like the one with Rainbow Dash.” She thought to herself, recalling that experience despite how long ago it had been.

Fluttershy blushed a bit. “We weren’t sure if ya’d be in potty training or not, but Mommy and Daddy say big fillies like us no wear diapees anymore. I so glad ya like us, Luna.”

Pinkie Pie giggled. “Yeah, now we all get to be potty pals and have potty parties when we go potty!” She bounced up and down playfully on her pull-up, excited at the prospect!

Applejack just grinned. “Dun know about parties, but we definitely potty pals.”

“Do ya get to use the toilet when you go potty? Tia let me use it, when she around that is.” Luna declared, curious as to what sort of progress her friends had made. Last she’d seen them, only Fluttershy had for sure been in potty training but her progress was such that she was still in diapers. Obviously, a lot had happened since then.

“I tink we do,” Twilight declared while tugging at her pull-up. “It so fascinating and not scary at all, B.B.B.F.F. was wrong about it being a monster.”

Rainbow Dash spoke up and grumbled. “Hey, I proved tat first! Ya remember when me try to go potty but messed up.”

All the other foals laughed at that, the memory still fresh in their minds.

But once the laughter had faded, Luna sought to ask. “So, what it like for ya when ya start training? It kind of hard for me ‘cause I keep having accidents at night, but with big sister Tia’s help I start learning how to go before bed so I don’t have accidents while I sleep.”

Fluttershy spoke up first as all eyes began to fall on her. She was the oldest and had been the first to be eligible for potty training as a result, even though it had taken Rainbow’s mishap with the toilet to get her to actually commit to it. “Well,” She spoke at last as she struggled to find the courage to speak. “When Mommy and Daddy learn that I can go potty without a diapee, they start training me again.” And she began to recall that experience:





The bathroom for Fluttershy’s family was your pretty standard fare for a family of pegasi. The floor consisted mainly of clouds, a lone rain cloud hung over the tub in place of a shower head and the toilet rested by itself in a corner. And a special seat made from clouds was currently placed on it as Mrs. Shy brought her daughter into the bathroom.

Mrs. Shy smiled and adjusted her glasses. “The princess tells me you can sometimes use the bathrooms at the castle. I think that means you’re ready to start your potty training again. After all, you need to start setting a good example for your baby brother.”

Fluttershy reluctantly nodded. “Me know, Mommy. I try to be brave,” Then she let out a whimper. “But the toilet, it so big.”

Mrs. Shy just scooted her daughter closer to the toilet, removing her daughter’s diaper and setting it aside before she subsequently lifted the child into the air. “So? You know it’s nothing to be scared of, Rainbow Dash taught you that. As long as you’re careful, nothing bad will happen.”

“No disappear?” Fluttershy questioned as she was lowered onto the cloud seat and wiggled about a little, trying to get comfortable.

Mrs. Shy nodded. “Of course not, dear. I would never let that happen to you,” Then she instructed. “Now just sit down and try not to move around so much. That way you won’t fall in. It may only be water, but it’s not bath water or rain water.”

The little pegasus nodded, remembering how Rainbow had needed a bath after falling into the toilet at the castle. So she sat down, obeying her mother’s instructions. That was the easy part. The hard part was doing what needed to be done so to speak.

The older pegasus simply smiled, it seemed like nothing could phase her or get her to change her mood. “It’s alright if you don’t have to go. I just figured we should try. Just give it a few minutes, okay dear? If after that you still haven’t gone you can get down and we can try again later, or whenever you think you have to go. There’s nothing wrong with being a late bloomer, just because you’re the oldest among your friends doesn’t mean you have to be first in everything.”

Fluttershy smiled a little bit. Her mother always knew just what to say to make her feel better. “Me know, Mommy,” And she then declared. “I try, for you. Not sure I gonna go but I try.”

“That’s all I can ask for, Fluttershy.” Mrs. Shy replied as she stood by the toilet, reassuring her daughter that she would be on hoof if anything were to happen.

After a few minutes, just as she was certain she didn’t have to go, Fluttershy felt something move inside of her. Almost as if by instinct, her tail hiked upward and she shut her eyes. Just as quickly, the sensation ended and her tail lowered.

The pegasus mare knew in an instant what had just happened, she was a mother after all. “Good job, Fluttershy!” She happily cheered in her loudest voice (which wasn’t all that loud). “You’ve made me proud! And just wait until I tell your father about this, he’ll be proud too. You’re definitely gonna get a gold star on your potty chart.”

“Yay!” Fluttershy softly cheered, beaming with pride. Now all that remained was to wipe, flush and wash.





“I still sometimes have accidents,” Fluttershy admitted as the memory ended and she looked at her friends. “But Mommy and Daddy say I make enough progress to wear pull-ups.”

“Wow! Tat’s amazing, Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed! “And it’s all thanks to yours truly showing you that you had nothing to fear from toilet!”

Fluttershy giggled even as she replied. “Me probably could’ve figured tat myself eventually. Mommy and Daddy know almost everything, so if they say it not scary then it not. I just,” She paused and tried to think of how best to say what she wanted to say without hurting her fellow pegasus’ feelings. “Needed a reminder, tat’s all.”

As if in response to that statement, Rarity spoke up. “I no need reminder. I wanted to start potty training even before ya did, Fluttershy,” Then she frowned. “But Mommy and Daddy not think I ready. They even take forever to get a toilet in the house, even though they try to train me with other things,” She snorted and turned up her snout. “A lady never uses such uncouth things.”

Applejack giggled. “Tat sound like what we still use at home sometimes, even though we have a toilet. But we also sometimes no need toilets, we just go in the fields while we work.”

The little unicorn gagged in response. “Tat VERY uncouth!”

“So, ya wait until toilet be built to start potty training?” Princess Luna inquired as her curiosity became aroused.

All eyes now fell on Rarity who readily admitted with a nod. “Uh-huh. Me no like accidents, but they get Mommy and Daddy to realize I want toilet.” And now she was recalling her early experiences with the toilet, once her parents got around to having it installed anyways.





Cookie Crumbles had gotten used to her daughter’s demands and desires. She still couldn’t believe she and her husband had given in and agreed to spend a considerable amount of money to build an indoor toilet. Chamber pots and the outhouse worked just fine as far as she was concerned.

Rarity, of course, had felt otherwise. And so it was that the little “princess” now had her very own “throne”, one made of something called porcelain.

And it was Rarity who was taking it upon herself to get near it. “Mother,” She declared in that formal tone of hers. “I need to use toilet. Ya gotta help me.”

Cookie Crumbles sighed. Having been more or less led along to the bathroom by her daughter when it should’ve been the other way around, she was basically obliged to support her daughter as best she could. “Okay, Rarity. If you’re sure that’s what you want,” But she thought she’d offer. “You know, you don’t have to use the toilet. It’s perfectly acceptable to use chamber pots or even that little plastic potty we bought you. They’re certainly more visually appealing.”

But the young unicorn shook her head, she would hear nothing of such proposals. “Ya said I could use toilet, so help me use it!”

“A-alright, alright!” Cookie Crumbles reluctantly agreed as she used her magic to clumsily pull her daughter’s diaper down. It’s times like this that made the mare wish she’d bothered to learn better control of her horn, it would make tasks like this much less of a hassle. Soon, however, she was positioning Rarity on the toilet seat as best she could. “Okay, you good now?” She asked her daughter.

Rarity nodded. “Yes, Mother. I good, thank ya,” Then she proclaimed. “Now I gotta do my royal duties.”

Cookie giggled a little, her daughter really liked pretending she was somepony important. If it made things like potty training go more smoothly, who was she to complain?

Soon, the little unicorn grunted as something tinkled and plopped into the toilet bowl below. Without bothering to look down, she allowed the smell to confirm her suspicions. “My royal duties are complete,” She declared and tried to light up her horn to surround the toilet handle in order to force it down. “Come on, stupid thing!”

Cookie giggled again as she stepped forward and lit up her own horn. “Let me get it for you, Rarity. It’s okay to need a grown-up’s help to flush.” She was hoping her daughter would understand the importance behind not trying to do everything by herself.

With the soft glow of Cookie Crumbles’ horn, the toilet handle was pressed down and the flush cycle began. Unexpectedly, however, a shower of water sprayed up from the bowl!

Rarity yelped and jumped down just before the water would’ve touched her pristine coat. “Toilets in the castle never do that. Ya built toilet wrong, Mother.”

The older unicorn sighed anew. “I’ll see about getting a plumber out here to take another look at it. But you know they don’t come cheap. We can’t keep spending money on stuff like this or we’ll be living on the streets.”





“Plumber pony make toilet work properly, now it don’t spray water when I flush,” Rarity declared. “If only Mother and Father would use it too. Why I the only one who wants to use it?”

“Grown-ups are weird,” Applejack replied. “I just fine going potty in fields or when outside, I good at holding it when inside. But they make me do potty training anyway, Mama say I gotta act like civilized ponies.”

Pinkie Pie grinned. “Hey, me do that too! Me also raised on farm, but we farm rocks. So I just go in the fields, until Mommy say I not supposed to do tat.”

Rarity simply remarked with a face of disgust. “It not the proper way. If it were, toilets wouldn’t be needed. But I never do that.”

Applejack simply replied. “Tat because ya not raised on a farm like me. But we have toilet still, Mama make me have to use it before I do anyting else.”

“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy make me do that sometimes,” Luna admitted. “Big sister Tia good about not making me go if I don’t have to. She much more fun.”

Applejack then cleared her throat. “There nothin’ fun about my big brother. Big Mac always teasin’ me and sayin’ he better than me ‘cause he was trained first,” She snorted. “It not fair, toilet not get built when he around. But he not see problem with usin’ it like I do.” And she started thinking back to that particular argument she’d had with her mother:





Pear Butter was trying her best not to lose her patience as she held her diaperless daughter by the teeth, carrying her across the orchard. “You shouldn’t be runnin’ around like that, Applejack,” She scolded. “You’re not a wild animal.”

“But you and Pa not wear diapees,” Applejack pointed out. “And animals not wear them either. And they go wherever they want outside. I do the same, I never go inside.”

Pear Butter sighed, her first child had never put up this much of a fight with potty time even after the change in plumbing. Alas, it seemed that this second child of hers was intent on being a rebel more or less. “We’re all tryin’ our best not to do that anymore,” She explained as she approached the outhouse near the farmhouse. “It’s why we had the toilet installed. It’s only out here because it was cheaper than getting an entirely new one fitted into our old bathroom.”

Applejack squirmed and kicked about in vain, but her mother wouldn’t release the hold she had on the filly until the two were safely inside the outhouse and the door was slammed shut behind them. There stood the toilet in all its glory, glory that Applejack cared not for. She knew places like the castle had them, but she lived on a farm which was about as far from a castle as you could get.

“You ain’t leavin’ here without at least tryin’ to use the toilet, and I really want you to try,” Pear Butter insisted with that stern but sweet motherly tone of hers. “So I don’t mean just sittin’ on it for a few seconds and then sayin’ you’re done. I reckon you oughta be on there for a good few minutes.”

The farm filly grumbled as she was placed upon the seat. “But tat borin’. I don’t wanna!”

Pear Butter wouldn’t be deterred so easily. “Sorry, Applejack. But the only out of this outhouse is through the door I just shut. And we both know you ain’t strong enough to break it down,” Then she grinned. “Besides, first you’d have to figure out how to get down from the seat. I don’t think you’d wanna fall in and get all wet. It ain’t your bath night.”

Applejack snorted and sighed, she hated it when the grown-ups did things like this to trap her like a pig or a cow in their pen. It really didn’t seem fair that she should have to confine herself to one location to do her business, even if all the grown-ups expected her to. Still, she did have to go, so she did just that. It was surprisingly easy to do what needed to be done despite having no experience with toilets.

“Way to go, Applejack!” Pear Butter cheered and sincerely clapped her hooves in delight. “Now was that worth makin’ so much of a fuss about? I think not. Isn’t it so much better when you stop tryin’ to fight?”

“Maybe, but I still don’t like havin’ to use toilet.” The farm filly stubbornly proclaimed.

Pear Butter grinned. “Never said you had to, sugarcube. But like it or not, you’re gonna be usin’ it from now on just like everypony else does,” And she then decided to make her daughter an offer. “Tell ya what: You get good at usin’ the toilet and not makin’ a fuss about it, and you won’t even need to wear pull-ups around the house, alright?”

Applejack reluctantly sighed. “Fine.” At least with that deal she would retain some of her freedom around the family farm.

“Alright now,” Pear Butter went on as she approached her daughter. “Just hold still so I can wipe ya up. Then we just flush and wash our hooves. And don’t get any ideas about runnin’ bottomless through the orchard without honorin’ our deal. If you start havin’ accidents, I won’t hesitate to make you wear pull-ups all the time until you’re fully trained. Do I make myself clear?”

The farm filly nodded in unhappy agreeance. “Yes, Mama.”





“It fun not to wear anything,” Applejack giggled as her flashback ended. “Even better than wearin’ pull-ups that force ya to use toilet.”

“Yeah, pull-ups not like diapees. Everypony knows tat.” Twilight boasted while patting her own pull-up.

Rarity adopted a look of superiority as she declared. “Of course, tey much better. Tey so much easier to do tings with and tey much easier to get off. If I was just a bit better at my training, I no need to wear pull-ups even if Mommy and Daddy don’t think so.”

Twilight immediately argued back. “I just as far as you and Fluttershy, Rarity.”

“But ya not in training last time we saw ya!” Rarity argued, forgetting that her training had also been a recent development.

The little unicorn grinned and adopted a know-it-all smirk as she explained. “Tat ‘cause I do lots of reading on potty training. I learn everyting about it even while B.B.B.F.F tease me. Me know he get trained late, so me wanna be trained faster than him. I could all but do it myself, but my mommy and daddy don’t let me.” And now it was her turn to tell her potty training experience:





Twilight Velvet hadn’t been sure what to expect with her daughter when it came to potty training. She’d silently hoped that it wouldn’t be as difficult as it had been teaching her son how to use a toilet, moreso because of the “issues” surrounding his development that she suspected stemmed from him being born prematurely. It was a good thing he’d turned out alright, even if he was now acting ignorant of his own training by trying to mess with Twilight and make her afraid of the toilet.

So imagine the elder Twilight’s surprise when her daughter (also named Twilight, Twilight Sparkle to be exact) approached her one day and said. “Mommy, I ready to start potty training now.”

Velvet was more than a little surprised given how little interest her daughter had shown in training up to this point despite being old enough for it. If not for the fact that none of her daughters’ friends were in training (at least as far as she knew since she never made it a habit to pry about other ponies’ parenting styles) she likely would’ve made more of an effort to at least make Twilight sit on the toilet, hoping the foal would pick up on the idea that she should start using it instead of her diapers.

Twilight immediately lept up, trying to grab hold of her mom’s hoof. “Mommy, I said I ready to start potty training now!” She declared in a much more demanding tone of voice. “Ya gotta take me to bathroom so I can use toilet.”

Velvet looked down at her daughter. “Honey, are you sure? You’re a little small to be using the toilet so early into your training.”

But Twilight was determined. “I read that me eventually gonna have to use it even if I use potty, so I wanna go right to where I gonna have to go eventually. Besides, me wanna prove B.B.B.F.F. wrong. He say it a monster, but ya and Daddy say there no such thing as monsters.”

“Oh, very well,” Velvet agreed as she took her daughter by the hoof. “But you must understand that potty training is not a competition. Celestia knows you and your brother compete over enough things as it is. Besides, there’s this really cool book I wanted to give you. But your father felt I should hold off until you started trying to go potty like a big filly.”

It wasn’t long before the two Twilights were in the bathroom, the older helping the younger carefully onto the toilet with the aid of a well worn plastic seat that had been fixed in. “This was the same special seat I used when I was potty training your brother,” Velvet cooed and wiped a tear from her eyes. “Sorry, I’m getting sentimental. It was your brother’s experiences that inspired me to become a writer.”

The younger Twilight didn’t particularly care as she just sat down on the seat, adopting the position she’d seen in all those books. However, in her haste to start the training, the unicorn now realized she had forgotten to bring any of those books with her to read. “Mommy, I need something to read while I wait.” She insisted, anything to take her mind off of how small she felt and thus give her reasons to second guess her decision.

Twilight Velvet just smiled as she opened a cabinet underneath the sink, using her magic to push various objects aside and float out a lovely little book that depicted a pegasus filly about her daughter’s age (maybe a little older). “Here you are, I’ve been saving this book for just such an occasion,” She explained while placing the book in her daughter’s hooves. “It’s called: Daring Do and the Temple Toilet.”

The little unicorn eagerly flipped open the book after scanning the cover, eager to read this new book. And it worked like a charm, helping her to focus on other things to the point where she didn’t even realize when her tail hiked upward and she started to push. She was only brought back to reality when the loud roar of the toilet’s flush cycle reached her ears.

“Way to go, Twilight!” Velvet cooed and sincerely praised her daughter. “Oh, you’re growing up so fast! You probably could do your potty training all by yourself with how smart you are.”

Twilight blushed even as she tried to continue reading. “Mommy, please!”

“Sorry, Twilight,” Velvet apologized. “Still, you can stop reading now. I need to wipe you up. You can read the rest the next time you have to go.” And to emphasize that point she proceeded to use her magic to put the book back where she had originally stored it.

Although disappointed to have her reading ended so abruptly (and right when she was getting to the good part of the story), Twilight still cooperated as she was wiped clean with some toilet paper. But as she prepared to get down from the seat, she started to remember something she’d been meaning to ask about the toilet and how it worked. “Mommy?” She asked while eyeing the handle she knew activated the flush cycle. “When you flush the toilet, where everything go?”

“Down the drain,” Velvet explained. “Then it goes through the pipes attached to the toilet. The pipes lead to the sewers, and eventually the sewers lead to a special place that treats the water.”

“Can me see how it works?” Twilight inquired.

Velvet immediately moved to lift her daughter off the toilet seat before she could try anything! “I’ll tell you what, I’ll take you to that special place later and let the ponies there explain everything to you,” She declared. “I don’t think you’d want to end up in the icky sewers.”





“Mommy did take me to special place,” Twilight explained to the others. “But I still not know how it work exactly. And Mommy and Daddy not let me.”

Fluttershy shuddered with fear. “I not wanna find out, it sound scary. It sound like ya can never come back.”

Princess Luna nodded. “Uh-huh, I always worry about tat too.”

However, Pinkie Pie giggled. “Is nothing to be scared of, me get to try it once. It like being on water slide, it fun!”

“What?!” All the other foals gasped! Surely there was no way Pinkie was telling the truth.

The little pink earth pony only continued to giggle. “Is true, I wonder where everything go so me decide to find out when Mommy take me to bathroom,” And she recalled. “Mommy not want me to do it again, so I promise not to. But it was still fun while it lasted!” Already, she was recalling that fateful bathroom experience that made her potty training experience something to remember:





Cloudy Quartz brought her second youngest (by only a few minutes) daughter and the odd one out of the family to the outhouse across the fields from the farmhouse. “Thou art too old now to be making messes in thy diapers. Tis time thou werest trained in the same way thy sisters werest trained.”

“But Mama,” Pinkie Pie spoke up as the outhouse door was opened. “Me just go on rocks when out in the fields. Big sister Limey say tat okay, even you and Papa do it sometimes.”

Cloudy Quartz frowned and dragged her daughter into the outhouse before she could utter a syllable of protest. “That is not acceptable when thou should knowst the proper way to relieve thyself,” When the door slammed shut behind the two, she gestured immediately to a worn looking toilet with a huge tank up top and a long pull chain resting off to the left hoof side. “Behold, Pinkamina. Tis time thou learned to worship the Porcelain Celestia!”

Pinkie giggled as she looked at the weird cross between a bowl and a chair. Even though it wasn’t exactly the same as what she’d seen in the castle, she knew what it was. “Mama, I know what a toilet is. Besides,” She giggled. “Me know the real Princess Celestia. She not a toilet even if she have the same coat as one.”

Cloudy only sighed and shook her head. Of course this daughter had to be the one exception thus far to the rule, her previous two daughters had believed her statement about the toilet until they were old enough to know otherwise. “Still, thou shalt be using this great porcelain throne from now on,” She declared while placing her bottomless daughter on the seat, watching her uncomfortably squirm about on it. “Thou art to come here when thou feelest the need to do thy business, be it number one or number two. And only when I give thou permission will thou be allowed to get down.”

“But Mama-” Pinkie Pie began to plead in protest.

“-But nothing, Pinkamina! Thou shalt sit upon that seat until I say so, or thou shalt be taught how to change thyself whenst thou has accidents!” Cloudy threatened. “And thou knowst I never joke. Now be still, child! Thou would not want to fall in.”

The little earth pony reluctantly obeyed despite how cold the toilet seat was to her bare rump. Just sitting there was boring, she absolutely hated having to stand or sit still for any length of time. But the threat from her mother was more than enough motivation for her to do as she was told. Eventually, the silence was broken as the filly heard a plop and the sound of something tinkling and splashing into the bowl beneath her.

Cloudy adopted a rare smile as she declared. “Spot on, Pinkamina. Thou hast made me very proud. Thou shalt soon be like thy older sisters.”

“Like big sister Limey and big sister Maud?” Pinkie asked.

Cloudy nodded her head. “Indeed, and thou shalt be expected to be a good role model to thy baby sister Marblelina. Thou wouldst not want to be a bad influence on her, would thou?”

The earth pony filly shook her head. “Nu-uh, I be good for Marble. Me be the best big sister ever!” Then she asked. “Can me get down now, Mama?”

“Indeed thou can, Pinkamina,” Cloudy instructed. “For thou still hast yet to wipe, flush and wash thy hooves.” She proceeded to pull the chain attached to the tank while her daughter eagerly jumped down from the toilet seat.

However, it was then that Pinkie got a rather naughty and mischievous idea. While her mother was distracted retrieving toilet paper, the little filly bounced up and grabbed hold of the chain to force it down. From there, she lept up towards the toilet, landing in the bowl with a splash! The waters swirled around her in a fast draining, dizzying motion! Instead of being frightened though, the foal began to grin from ear to ear as she spun around and around!

Cloudy Quartz happened to look up from what she’d been doing at that point, and immediately she gasped in horror!” Pinkamina!” She cried and rushed to the toilet as fast as she could!

But it was too late! With a cry of “Whee!” Pinkie Pie was swiftly sucked down the drain!

“NO!” Cloudy exclaimed in horror and appeared to be on the verge of tears!

Fortunately, mere seconds later Pinkie popped back up from the drain. “It okay, Mama. I fine. Tat was so much fun!”

Cloudy was equal parts relieved, shocked and furious to see her daughter again. “Pinkamina Diane Pie! Thou shalt not scare me or anypony else with that ever again!” And she fished her daughter out of the toilet in that very instance.





“Tat didn’t happen!” Rainbow Dash insisted! “My mommy say nopony can go down the drain.”

Pinkie Pie just grinned and flashed a cheeky smile. “Tat what they all say, but how they know for sure if they never try?”

Rainbow shuddered. “I rather not find, it not sound fun at all.”

Twilight nodded. “Yeah, it sound dangerous.” She now had little desire to try to duplicate her friend’s little experiment.

All eyes then fell on Rainbow Dash as she quickly realized what was expected of her. “What?” She blinked. “Ya want me to tell my story about potty training with toilet?”

“Uh-huh,” Princess Luna nodded. “Everypony else tell their stories and I already tell ya mine. Ya the only one left.”

Reluctantly, the rainbow maned foal sighed. “Okay, fine. I guess I tell ya. But ya gotta promise not to laugh.” And so she began telling her rather embarrassing (at least to her) story.





Rainbow Dash’s bathroom was probably the one that came the closest to matching the elegance of the castle’s many bathrooms. Given that her dad worked a high ranking job at the weather factory and her mom was one of Cloudsdale’s best teachers though, that was hardly a surprise.

Yet the two almost always seemed to be home with their little Dashie more than they were at their jobs, at least one parent seemed to be around the foal every day no matter what. Only rarely would Rainbow be given to a sitter, more often she would be invited over to one of her friends’ houses for a playdate.

Today was not one of those days as Rainbow was being carried into the lavishly decorated bathroom by her mom. “Oh, this is the day I’ve waited so long for!” Windy Whistles cooed and smiled! “The day my little Dashie goes from being the best foal ever to being the best big filly ever! I can hardly wait to get the pictures for the family album to show to your daddy.”

“Mommy!” Rainbow Dash whined as she drew near the toilet, particularly eyeing the gold plated handle and the fluffy cloud seat. Even the castle’s toilets never had anything like this.

Windy Whistles ignored the complaint as she set her daughter’s diaper aside. “I’ll have to make a memory of this. The last diaper you ever wore,” She cooed. “Soon, you’ll be wearing your first ever pull-up and showing everypony who the best big girl in all the land is!”

Rainbow blushed with embarrassment, she hated all the constant praise and doating her parents showered her with. On occasion it was fine, but it got annoying very quickly. Still, she was happy to get out of diapers. She’d been waiting for months to do this, and this time she wasn’t going to mess it up.

“Now don’t you worry your pretty little head, Dashie darling,” Windy said with a smile as she gently lowered her daughter onto the cloud seat. “Mommy’s gonna be right here the whole time so she doesn’t miss a moment. She’ll make sure you do it right.”

The little pegasus pouted as she sat down. “What now?” She asked her mother.

Smiling even brighter, Windy retrieved a book and held it in her hooves. “It’s your favorite story,” She told her daughter. “The one about the tortoise that beats the hare. You know how much you love tortoises. I’ll even do the funny voices this time.”

“Oh great!” Rainbow sarcastically thought to herself, certain she was going to die of embarrasment if such was a thing.

Windy, oblivious to her daughter’s thoughts, just trotted towards the toilet and patted Rainbow gently on the forehead. Then she retrieved a small stool and sat down on it, keeping a watchful eye on her daughter. “Just get comfortable and do what you have to do, Rainbow.” Then she began to read aloud.

Determined not to let her mom get far, Rainbow Dash tried to more or less force herself to go. But nothing would come out. So she just sat there in an annoyed state of boredom, listening to the voices her mom used and groaning all the while.

Only when the story had reached its conclusion did parent and child hear a plop sound as a familiar stench reached their nostrils. Windy Whistles immediately set her book on the floor and trotted closer for an inspection! “Well done, Rainbow Dash! I knew you could do it!” She then instructed. “Now just stay here while Mommy go gets her camera!”

But as soon as her mom had left, the pegasus foal flew up to the handle and pressed it down to flush the toilet. “Bye bye poo-poo!” She declared as if she were saying goodbye to a vanquished enemy.

At that very moment though, the sound of a camera flash reached the little filly’s ears. She spun around in time to see her mom standing right at the bathroom door with a camera in hoof! “Oh, that was even better than I was expecting! Just wait until Daddy hears about this!”





Rainbow Dash finished her story as she heard all her friends laughm giggle and kick about with tears in their eyes. “Yeah, my mommy and daddy are weird.” She said to herself.

Princess Luna was the first to recover from the laughing fit. “Tey sound super nice, I wish I could meet tem.”

“Yeah, me too!” Pinkie Pie agreed, and all the other foals nodded.

Rainbow blushed and groaned in annoyance, it was like she being humiliated all over again. She could see that even Princess Celestia was trying not to laugh. “Why did I have to be cursed with the most embarrassing parents in all of Equestria?” She thought to herself.

Well, regardless of that detail, the seven foals could all take comfort in the fact that they were all more or less on the same level in regard to potty training. And that would only serve to further boost their bonds of friendship.
> The Bathroom Brigade (Royal Guards)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

At long last, after so many crazy ups and downs involving a foal pandemic and a chaotic royal wedding, things were starting to go back to normal in Equestria. No more unexpected ponies were regressing into foals, ponies could go about their days (and nights) without worrying that they might suddenly be shrunken in stature and diaper dependent.

In fact, this new status quo allowed for a trio of royal guards who had been the first victims of the unofficial “foal pandemic” to undergo a long overdue (for them) development. Bucket Bridle, Cannon Feather and Bright Wing were now finally ready to seriously commit to potty training and ditch their diapers.

Of course, since each regressed royal guard had been adopted by a different pony, each of their training efforts was different. Each adoptive parent had a different idea about how best to approach the training for their little one.

For Princess Celestia, she was overjoyed at the prospect of finally getting to teach Bucket Bridle about the potty. Or rather re-teach him in this case. She’d always felt like a mother at heart, and caring for Bucket Bridle up to this point had filled that void in her heart that she’d been concerned would never be filled again now that Twilight, Luna and Cadence were all grown up (she hadn’t heard from Sunset Shimmer in years but assumed that the mare had probably grown up as well).

So the princess made sure to teleport straight to her son’s nursery after raising the sun one morning. And in contrast to the usual reserved nature she displayed around her subjects in public, Celestia was so excited she felt like a giddy school filly. “Oh, I can’t believe today is finally the day! Oh, I’ve been looking forward to doing this with Bucket Bridle for so long!” She exclaimed, and then trotted over to the small bed her son slept in.

By now, Bucket Bridle had woken up. And he looked up at his adoptive mother with a big smile on his face. “Morning, Mommy!” He cheerfully greeted.

“Good morning, Bucket Bridle!” The sun princess cooed as she tried to maintain her motherly composure. “How’s your diaper?”

“All nice and clean, Mommy!” Bucket Bridle proclaimed as he proudly presented his pristine padded plot. “See?” A quick inspection confirmed that indeed the diaper was clean: No wet spots or dirt stains, and no odors. It was as white as Celestia’s coat itself.

Celestia patted her son’s head. “Great job, Bucket Bridle! That’s just what I like to see!” She then began to break out into a big smile as she asked him. “You know what’s coming next, right?”

Bucket Bridle nodded. “Uh-huh. Me gotta use the potty.”

“Correct!” Princess Celestia declared as she picked her son up with her magic and carried him across the nursery to the adjacent bathroom. “And since you’re getting to be such a big boy, I have an extra special surprise for you: You get to use the big pony potty, or the toilet.”

Bucket Bridle bounced up and down while he was held in his mom’s magical glow! “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Me can’t wait! Bright Wing and Cannon Feather gonna be so jealous!”

Celestia smiled even while she gently corrected her son. “Now now, Bucket Bridle. It’s not a race or a competition. Don’t forget that using any potty but especially the big potty is a privilege, not a right. You have to prove you can use it properly and when expected to,” Then she brought the little colt into the bathroom and set him upon the floor. “Now, let us begin. Don’t worry, I’m right here if you need my help.”

Bucket Bridle’s eyes soon fell upon the toilet in the bathroom, and when they did he noticed something rather odd about it. It not only had the same gleaming white color as his mom’s coat, but it also strangely enough sported huge wings and a huge horn just like the ones his mom had. Heck, it even seemed to have a crown placed atop its tank. “Mama?” He asked her as he tried to keep from laughing. “Why does big potty look so much like you?”

The sun princess’s face broke out into a raging blush as she sheepishly responded. “Well, someponies like to call the toilet the porcelain throne. And someponies take it a step further and refer to it as a porcelain me. I guess it makes them feel more important. When I heard about it, I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I ‘modified’ my toilet to look more like myself when you use it. That way, your first potty time on the big potty will truly be special. It’s a throne fit for the son of royalty.”

“Ya sure it safe?” Bucket Bridle asked as he eyed the modified porcelain contraption, almost as if he thought it might come to life or something.

Having by now regained her composure, Celestia firmly nodded her head. “Of course I’m sure,” And using her horn, she removed her son’s diaper and set it aside. “I even got a special seat just for you. It’ll make using the toilet much easier.”

Sure enough, as Bucket Bridle trotted closer to the toilet, he could see that a plastic seat had been placed upon it. It was finely decorated, golden trim with a lush, red color and royal symbology printed all over it. Definitely a seat meant for royalty, not just for any old foal.

Though still a bit hesitant, the foal tried to jump up and grab the seat so he could get into position. Alas, he wasn’t quite tall enough or strong enough to reach the seat. It kept slipping out of his grasp.

Princess Celestia chuckled a bit as she used her magic to gently float her son onto the seat. “You’ll get it eventually when you’re a bit bigger, Bucket Bridle. Now just get comfortable, and if you have to do anything just do it.”





Bucket Bridle carefully sat down as he watched his mom turn her head. Despite this, it felt like she was still watching him from the way the toilet looked. Heck, it even seemed to have that warm, gentle and comforting feeling to it that his mom always exuded. It was almost like she was telling him. “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll always be here for you.”

And perhaps it was because of that that Bucket Bridle found him relaxing. His body seemed to operate almost on instinct. Soon, he felt satisfied that he’d concluded his business and couldn’t help but exclaim! “I did it!”

Celestia only smiled as she turned back around, using her magic to pull off a few rolls of toilet paper. “Well done, Bucket Bridle! See how easy that was?”

“Uh-huh!” Bucket Bridle nodded as his rump was wiped clean. “Me can’t wait to do it again!”

The sun princess then deposited the used toilet paper rolls in the toilet bowl and said to her son. “Go ahead and flush it. I’ll make sure you don’t fall in.”

So Bucket Bridle carefully stood up, the foal making his way towards the toilet handle as he used his wings to give himself a little bit more balance. At last, he grabbed the edge of the handle and forced it down.

At that moment, something most unexpected happened! The toilet’s wings began to flap, and it became dislodged from its place on the ground! It started to fly, and an unsuspecting Bucket Bridle was along for the ride! Meanwhile, the toilet simply used its horn, and everything that went down the drain poofed into the pipes instead of hitting the ground.

“Mommy! Help!” Bucket Bridle called as he desperately clung to the side of the toilet for dear life, all the while the porcelain throne flew all about in a way that shouldn’t have been possible!

Immediately, Princess Celestia sprung into action as she unfolded her own wings and flapped them furiously! Soon, she was in the air, all but touching the ceiling of the bathroom. “Enough!” She cried out as she lit up her horn, concentrating its magic on the flying toilet that held her son captive! Suddenly, with a poof, the wings, horn and crown all vanished. The toilet had retuned to normal.

With a great deal of straining, Celestia delicately brought the toilet back down and back into the position it always occupied. The drain was now connected to the pipes again. Then she lowered her still frightened son down from the seat. “Bucket Bridle, I am so sorry about that,” She apologized. “I guess I didn’t take into account the powerful magic I used to make the toilet look like me. I promise, I won’t do that ever again.”

“It’s okay, Mommy,” Bucket Bridle chirped as he gently reassured her. “Ya just trying to help me go potty. And me did do it!” He puffed out his chest! “Now me big colt, right?”

“Not necessarily,” Celestia cooed as she put her son’s diaper back on. “You’ve taken a step in the right direction, but potty training isn’t something you learn in a day. It takes months of doing what you did today to become a big colt. And it’s just as much a case of learning when you have to go and when you don’t, as it is actually making it to the potty when you do.”

Bucket Bridle frowned. “So, me not get to wear pull-ups?”

The sun princess put a hoof to her chin. “Well, I’ll think about it. Maybe if you can go a week without doing number one or number two in your diapers, we can see about getting you some pull-ups to try,” Then she declared. “But first, let’s wash our hooves.”





That very same night, as Princess Celestia was tucking Bucket Bridle into bed (after inspecting his diaper and finding it still dry and clean), Princess Luna was busy doing what she always did at this time: Patrolling the dream realm.

In particular, the dream of one little colt demanded her attention. The dream of her son, Cannon Feather. And it seemed it had something to do with what he was going through in the waking world.

Two very familiar looking pegasus ponies, one with a golden coat and the other with a silver one were leading a rather frightened Cannon Feather along. And the little one was wearing nothing but an oversized, fancy diaper that looked like it could barely hold anything at all.

Gold Wing seemed to be smirking as he told Cannon Feather. “We’re almost there, Cannon Feather. You can hold it for just a few more seconds, can’t you?”

“No! Don’t wanna!” Cannon Feather protested as he kicked and screamed, but to no avail as he was brought closer and closer to an ominous looking door at the end of a long, unlit hallway.

“Oh come on,” Silver Wing groaned and rolled her eyes. “Your uncle and I are tired of changing your dirty diapers all the time. We both agree that you need to start using…” The next words out of her mouth seemed to take on an ominous echo. “The chair!”

“No! No! Not the chair! Anything but the chair!” Cannon Feather pleaded in vain as the two older pegasi led him straight through the door that had “The Chair” written on it. It opened with a creak, and light briefly flooded the foal’s vision. When he could see again, he saw a truly massive throne style toilet resting just up at the top of some steps. Instead of a handle, there was a pull chain off to the left hoof side next to a plunger. The pipes beneath the drain were clearly visible, and it was even possible to see through them.

Gold Wing and Silver Wing carried a squirming, crying Cannon Feather up the steps as they tossed aside his diaper without a care. Together, they threw him onto the toilet seat without bothering to see if he would land on it, or fall right into the bowl.

Cannon Feather just barely made it onto the seat, and try as he might he found that he couldn’t get off said seat no matter what he did. “Please, I sorry!” He pleaded to his aunt and uncle! “Don’t do it! I too young to go!”

“Not anymore, you little twerp!” Gold Wing coldly hissed. “You’ve been nothing but a pain in the rump from the day you showed up at your Aunt Silver Wing and I’s doorstep.”

Silver Wing, meanwhile, had made her over to the left hoof side and had grabbed the massive pull chain with her hoof. “Everypony has to go someday!” She replied with a cruel indifference to her nephew’s clear discomfort. “And it’s your time to go, Cannon Feather! Goodbye!” Then she yanked the chain down as hard as she could!

“No! NO!” Cannon Feather screamed, but it was no use! The toilet roared to life with a mighty “Fwoosh!”, and a stream of water shot up from the bowl, blasting Cannon Feather high into the air! He tried in vain to fly, as the water quickly receded and he followed. He fell into the bowl, straight down the drain and into the pipes as his aunt and uncle just looked on and grinned, waving goodbye to him.

“Well, that’s one less turd to deal with!” Silver Wing replied as she watched her nephew disappear down the drain, through the pipes and into the trap where he disappeared completely from sight. The screams stopped as watery gurgles briefly fluttered up through the drain and were then silenced.

Gold Wing, meanwhile, kicked the discarded diaper as he and Silver Wing headed down the steps. “Honestly, a sewer rat like him is better off down the drain anyway.” And without another word they left the room as the giant toilet’s flush cycle finally completed itself. Cannon Feather was nowhere to be seen.





Princess Luna had seen more than enough! “ENOUGH!” She cried out in her Royal Canterlot voice as she immediately moved to dispel the dream scape and comfort her son! “It’s okay, Cannon Feather! Mommy’s here for you now.” She gently called.

Cannon Feather was greatly relieved to see his mother. But even so the memory of what he’d just endured in the dream was too much. He welled up with tears and ran straight to her while crying! “Mommy! It so scary!”

“I know, my son. I know,” Luna gently reached out a hoof to stroke him and calm him down. “Potty training can indeed be a frightening experience for little ones. And I know you’ve had a lot of bad experiences with toilets, experiences that no colt your age should have to endure. But I promise you, I won’t ever let you go down the drain again.”

“Ya really mean it?” Cannon Feather sniffled.

The moon princess firmly nodded. “Indeed. Besides, I think you’re getting too big to fit down it anyway. And I don’t foresee any more of your friends needing to be rescued from the drain either,” She then spoke in a comforting and reassuring tone. “Now come on. Dry those tears. You wanna be a big colt like your fellow guards, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Cannon Feather nodded back. “Wanna be like Bucket Bridle and Bright Wing, they not afraid of the big potty!”

“Oh, I’ll bet they probably are, even if they won’t admit it,” Luna said with a wink. “And the only way to overcome your fear is to face it, not let it control you. You know what that means.”

Cannon Feather nearly gasped! “We gonna…?”

The night princess smiled as she began to light up her horn. “We probably should’ve taken care of this before you went to bed. But better late than never.”

A moment later, Cannon Feather woke with a start and saw none other than his mother standing by the side of his bed. “Welcome back to the waking world, my son. Don’t worry, I already checked your diaper. You didn’t have an accident, despite the nightmare. And accidents are nothing to be afraid of, they are natural even among foals your age from time to time.”

Cannon Feather was nevertheless greatly relieved to be helped out of bed and led along by his adoptive mother. He always felt safer with her around, especially at night when everything was so big and scary (at least in his eyes).

Mother and son soon reached the bathroom, which had undergone a bit of a transformation from when Cannon Feather had seen it last.

A big blue toilet the same color as his mother’s coat greeted him, along with was a plastic toddler seat that looked like it resembled the surface of the moon. The lights were dimmed, and all around him he could see a very particular flower hanging down from above.

Luna explained as she brought her son close to the toilet. “I’m still not exactly thrilled that my sister gets a normal looking toilet, but I have to make do with this one. But for your sake, I figured you’d be more comfortable with it rather than any of the castle’s other toilets. Naturally, it only seemed fitting to have a toilet seat that was like the moon.”

“And ta flowers?” Cannon Feather asked as he had his diaper removed and he was gently floated up onto the seat.

“Lavender is know to emit a very calming scent, to aid in a good night’s rest,” The night princess told her son. “It should help put you at ease. Just relax and don’t wiggle around too much, and you’ll be perfectly fine. Something tells me that your aunt and uncle were nowhere near as gentle as this when they trained you.”

Cannon Feather shook his head. “Nu-uh, they just hire a nanny to do it. And every time me had an accident they would punish me.”

Luna frowned at that notion. “That is an absolutely horrible way to handle something as delicate as potty training. I assure you, I will never punish you for your accidents. And as you’ve seen, I will always be here to help you any time of day or night.”

The foal soon relaxed and did what he had to do, greatly relieved he had done it in the toilet instead of his diaper. “Wow, tat was easy!” He exclaimed!

A smile formed on Princess Luna’s face as she brought over some toilet paper to wipe her son’s bottom. “Indeed it was, Cannon Feather. And don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, that’s what my sister and I are here for, as are the castle staff,” She then warned. “But don’t take your training for granted, child. I may not punish you for accidents, but I still expect you to make an honest commitment to your training. If you want my help, you have to promise me you’ll always try to make it to the bathroom if you have to go. And that you won’t make a fuss whenever potty time comes along.”

“Okay, Mama,” Cannon Feather agreed with a nod. “Me promise to be good.”

The alicorn with a dark blue coat smiled anew. “I’m sure you will, my son,” And she was quick to coo. “Oh, just wait until my sister sees how big you’re getting. Maybe she’ll agree with me that you’re ready for pull-ups.”





In between Celestia helping Bucket Bridle in the morning and Princess Luna helping Cannon Feather at night, miles away in the Crystal Empire, Bright Wing was undergoing his very own potty training attempt.

“Wow!” Bright Wing exclaimed in disbelief as he entered the bathroom with his father not too far behind. “Everyting’s made of crystal! Even the big potty!” And he was right, the Crystal Empire’s bathroom had plumbing fixtures made out of solid crystal (though thankfully the water flowing from them was still natural instead of being solid).

Shining Armor couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I could hardly believe it myself when I first saw it. But crystal or not, it’s still a toilet. And a toilet is only ever used for one thing.”

Bright Wing was ecstatic! “Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Ya the best, Daddy! Me gonna master potty training!”

Shining grinned. His son’s enthusiasm was adorable if nothing else. “I’m sure you will, my son. But don’t get ahead of yourself. This isn’t a race. In fact, if you try to rush it you’ll make a mistake. You might have an accident, or worse.”

“But ya won’t let me go down the drain,” Bright Wing retorted. “Me not gonna be like Cannon Feather. Me gonna be better than even Bucket Bridle!”

“Not if you keep acting like that,” The stallion replied with a wink. “Cadence thinks I’m rushing things by trying to train you so soon after our move here. And normally I’d be inclined to agree with her, seeing as she is the foalsitting expert. But you’re part of the Sparkle family now, and that means we do things the Sparkle way. As my mother can vouch, those methods work wonders. Probably helped that Twily was so well read on the subject, she could’ve practically run her training all by herself if she’d wanted to.”

Bright Wing laughed and kicked about in his pampers! “Tat would be so funny!” Then he asked. “But what about ya, Daddy? How ya do with potty training?”

“Well, let’s get you seated on the potty first and then I’ll tell you.” Shining Armor immediately replied.

Bright Wing’s earlier confidence left him as he looked at the crystal toilet and frowned. “But how me get up on the seat? And how me keep from falling in?”

The unicorn with a pristine white coat just smiled and winked, lighting up his horn. “Why, with this of course!” He produced a well worn looking potty seat that had clearly seen better days. The white paint had faded and there were signs of stains here and there. It even looked a bit rusted around the edges. Still, it managed to fit above the normal toilet seat just fine. “This is the same potty seat the Sparkle family’s been using since my dad was your age, and he was the last in his family to be fully trained. Not so easy when you’ve only got one potty to be shared among at least five other foals.”

“No way!” Bright Wing exclaimed as he felt his diaper be removed courtesy of his father’s magic, and then felt himself be floated onto the well worn plastic seat.

Shining nodded his head. “Yup. In fact, it would seem that being a late bloomer when it comes to potty training kind of runs in the family,” A blush formed on his cheeks as he confessed. “Let’s just say I had some… issues when it came to ditching diapers.”

Bright Wing was amazed and eagerly wanted to know more. “Really? Ya not wanna potty train when you a foal?”

“Not exactly,” The stallion continued his confession. “I was born a bit prematurely, which means I came out of my mommy’s tummy sooner than I was supposed to. It’s rare but it does happen. Because of that, I was kind of on the scrawny side. I couldn’t even leave the hospital until I was over a month old, that’s when the doctors were sure I’d survive. And because of that, my mom basically pampered me to the fullest extent possible. She didn’t really rush to do things like wean me off of bottles, let alone potty train me. So I had to kind of learn how to do it myself.”

“So, why ya helping me?” Bright Wing asked his father.

Shining Armor explained. “I just figured a champ in the making like yourself wouldn’t mind a helping hoof from time to time. But take it from somepony like me, you don’t have to be in a rush to grow up. You can take as much time as you need to master things like potty training. If even a pony like me could grow up to be captain of the royal guard despite my issues, then I know for a fact you can do anything you set your mind to. Given enough time and patience, of course. Both of those are things you need for potty training.”

“Wow!” The foal exclaimed! “Me never knew ya used to be like tat, Daddy! Ya so amazing!”

“Not as amazing as you are, Bright Wing,” Shining told his son. “You just went potty in the big potty all by yourself. I figured if I kept you busy with something else, you wouldn’t even notice,” And he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Cadence forgets that I was around for Twily’s potty years, and I still remember a few of my old tricks.”

“So now me just need to wipe and flush, right?” Bright Wing asked as a familiar smell reached his nostrils.

Shining nodded and trotted forward, pulling a few rolls of toilet paper off a nearby rack with his magic and presenting them to his son. “Yup. And then you have to wash your hooves. When you’ve done all of that, I’ve got a surprise for you.”





So Bright Wing (with a little help from his father) wiped his rump clean and flushed the toilet, amazed at how quickly it sucked everything down. Then, after being helped down from the seat, he eagerly washed his hooves as he tried to anticipate what his surprise would be.

The stallion smiled as he lit up his horn again. “Ready for your surprise?” He asked his son, who nodded in response. “Okay then. Close your eyes.”

Bright Wing obeyed, keeping his hooves shut tight even though he wanted nothing more than to open them.

“Okay, you can open your eyes again,” Shining said at last. And when his son did so he presented a brightly colored package depicting some sparkling blue colored undergarments. “I present to you, official Crystal Empire brand pull-ups. Don’t worry, they’re not made of actual crystals. They just look like crystals.”

“WOW!” Bright Wing exclaimed at the top of his lungs! “Tank ya, Daddy! Ya the best! Me can’t wait to wear tem and show tem off to Bucket Bridle and Cannon Feather!”

“Not until Cadence gets back,” Shining replied. “I want to make sure she’s okay with it first. Don’t be surprised if we have to prove to her that you’re ready for them. I’m more than happy to help you just like I helped Twily all those years ago.”
> Not So Clear Skies (Clear Sky)
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At first Clear Sky hadn’t really bothered to “correct” her special somepony when he saw fit to train their only daughter, Wind Sprint, in the ways of how pegasi answered nature’s call. After all, he was a pegasus too. One of the finest athletes not just in Cloudsdale but in all of Equestria. So what if some ponies maybe frowned upon the use of clouds as a make-shift “pit stop”? As long as it meant Wind Sprint got out of diapers, Clear Sky didn’t mind. She had her methods, and her special somepony had his.

It wasn’t like Wind Sprint didn’t know about other methods of pottying, even if she didn’t use them. When one hung around earth ponies and unicorns long enough, you learned things about them whether you wanted to or not. Clear Sky and her husband were always adamant about making sure Wind Sprint did her “business” before going over to other ponies’ places. It was the proper thing to do, after all. And Wind Sprint never made a fuss. It made getting her out of diapers far less of a hassle than it might have been had she been trained the traditional way.

However, after Clear’s special somepony suddenly and unexpectedly passed away and Clear was left to raise Wind on her own, certain things coild be put off no longer. It might have been excusable to have Wind Sprint do what she did whenever she had to “go” when she was still living in Cloudsdale and was being trained the way her father had been trained. But Clear’s decision to move to the ground (and start putting herself back out there to find a possible step-father for her child) meant that such a method was now “problematic” for lack of a better term.

Like it or not, Clear Sky knew she had to teach her daughter how to use a toilet. She now wished more than anything that she had at least started an effort to do it when she had her husband. Even he probably would’ve agreed that no foal could get away with not being toilet trained forever.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy, Clear remembered her own training had been far from perfect (but then, she doubted anypony’s training truly was). But still, try she would. Hopefully, her daughter wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss or a fight while being taught how to use a toilet like a proper pony.





“Do I really have to start using the bathroom like you do?” Wind Sprint asked her mom when she was led into the bathroom in their house, a humble two story abode in Fillydelphia with a small shower, a sink and a modern throne style toilet.

Clear Sky nodded quite slowly. “Yes, sweetie, you do. If I’m being honest, this was something I probably should’ve been teaching you about a lot sooner. And if your father were here, I think he’d agree with me. Toilets are becoming increasingly commonplace in Equestria, except maybe for Cloudsdale but I’m sure they’ll catch on even there eventually.”

Wind Sprint sighed. She could tell where this conversation was going. “What’s wrong with doing it the way Dad used to do it?” She asked. “Don’t earth ponies do something similar?”

Clear Sky bit her lip. “Maybe some of them do in certain places. But you’re not an earth pony, you’re a pegasus. And the way pegasi do it, well… there’s probably a reason why nopony likes to live directly underneath it.”

The filly frowned. “You’re really gonna make me do it even if I don’t want to, right?”

“Well, yes, sweetie,” Clear said in as a gentle tone of voice as she could. “Everypony’s doing it nowadays. Even I use toilets, and your dad did too sometimes.”

Wind saw fit to ask. “Well, how do unicorns do it? Can’t I do it like unicorns do it?”

At that, Clear started to recall memories of her own training. “Well, unicorns’ ways of doing it have changed greatly. But we were the quickest to consider new ways of doing our business.”

And the unicorn mare could well remember what it had been like when she had been old enough for her parents to consider getting her out of diapers.





Back then, Clear had lived not far from Canterlot (unicorns seldom migrated outside of Equestria’s capital city, only a hoofful ever settled elsewhere). Her parents weren’t nobility or uppercrusts by any stretch of the imagination, but they were far from poor. She didn’t remember much about them or their occupations, but she did know that they had made enough money to be able to afford something that was then just starting to see usage in the homes of ponies who could afford it: A toilet.

Now, this toilet wasn’t like the ones Clear had gotten used to seeing in recent years. This was a considerably older model that was really no more than an elevated trench with running water beneath it. Rather than sit, one had to stand in place. And instead of a handle there was only a pedal to activate the flush cycle. But it got the job done.

“Now Clear,” Clear Sky’s mother had somewhat gently yet somewhat sternly instructed. “Whenever you come here, you are to maintain the assigned position for however long it takes you to go. Or for however long your father or I tell you to stand there. When you’re done, if you do ‘go’, use the pedestal to flush. And remember to use the sprayer to clean yourself off.”

Clear Sky reluctantly obeyed even though she really didn’t want to. “But what about the pot?” She asked her mother even as she got into position as best she could.

“Hm? Oh, you must be referring to the old chamber pots,” Mrs. Sky commented in response to her daughter’s question. “That is only for night time emergencies, Clear. Even your father and I rarely use them. They served their purpose, but now there are much finer ways of answering nature’s call. Hardly anypony still makes them. Toilets are far more dignified.”

Clear couldn’t really argue with that. Her parents always prided themselves on being in on whatever the latest trend was, and it seemed toilet usage was just another one of those trends (albeit one that seemed unlikely to fade). Besides, she did have to go and she wanted to make her parents proud. So she stood there and lifted her tail, relaxing as she did what had by now become almost second nature to her.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mrs. Sky said to her daughter afterwards. And Clear had to admit it had actually not been as bad as she’d been anticipating. Sure, standing for long periods of time didn’t feel so good. But then, neither did a dirty diaper. It didn’t take the foal long to see which one was more tolerable.





“So?” Clear asked her daughter as the memory ended. “Can you at least make an honest effort to adjust to using toilets from now on? Everypony else is using them, you don’t wanna be the only foal in the kingdom who doesn’t, right?”

Wind frowned. “I guess not. But just because I use toilets doesn’t mean I have to like doing so.”

“Never said you had to. But I have a feeling you’ll change your tune before long.” Clear Sky said with a sincere smile. And in the back of her mind she was thinking. “And hopefully, you’ll feel the same way if I find a suitable stallion to be your step-father.” She already had a potential suitor in mind, she’d just started dating him a while back and so far had told him nothing about the fact that she had a child. But he would have to know if he was as serious about committing to the relationship as Clear thought he was.
> Beware The Big Potty (Nyx)
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“Good job, my little Blue Moon!” Mommy said to me as she helped me to stand. “You’re really getting the hang of this potty training. I would expect nothing less of a foal of my own fur and blood.” It still felt kind of weird to think that Nightmare Moon was my mommy, and that she existed in the royal family alongside Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

Mommy quickly wiped me so that I was nice and clean, then used her magic to dump my training potty’s contents into the big potty and flushed it all away. I still couldn’t get used to how loud that flush was, even when I knew it was coming and even though I saw the big potty every time I entered the bathroom.

Mommy just smiled as she helped me wash my hooves with soap and water, then put my diaper back on and carried me back to my nursery.

Just then, Twilight strolled in, pushing her daughter Nyx in a purple stroller. She looked exhausted as she used her magic to gently float Nyx out of the stroller and set her down.

“Now my little Blue Moon,” Mommy spoke up as she looked at me. “Be a good little pony and keep an eye on your cousin Nyx for me, okay? Your Auntie Twily and I have some important big pony business to attend to. But we shouldn’t be long.”

And Twilight warned her daughter. “You be on your best behavior, Nyx. No getting into trouble, you understand?”

Nyx whimpered and nodded back. “Yes, Mommy.” Then she watched as her mommy and my mommy left the nursery together, leaving us two foals alone.

I just sat down on my diapered rump, occupying myself by playing with a ball and some other toys. My shiny platinum eyes briefly glanced over to the little calendar next to my bed that served as a potty chart. Mommy hadn’t put a gold star on today’s date yet even though I’d had a successful trip to the potty. Oh well, she would probably remember eventually. And if not, I’d remind her myself when she came back from… whatever it was she was doing with Twilight.

I looked back to find Nyx staring at me, as if she was curious about something. “Hey,” She chirped. “Wha you was wookin’ at? And how come ya diapee wook diffwent?”

I happily told my fellow baby alicorn. “I in potty twaining now. Mommy get me a potty chawt, and get me diapees that easiew to take off and put back on. And eventually, me not gonna have to weaw diapees. Mommy says when I get good enough, me can go without diapees.”

“Whas potty twaining?” Nyx blinked.

Sighing, I explained to the best of my ability. “It when gwown-ups make ya sit on potty to go pee-pee and poo-poo. Ya supposed to do it instead of doing in ya diapee. They say it make ya a big kid, mowe wike mommies and daddies.”

Nyx, being quite curious, immediately declared. “Me wanna twy it! Me wanna be wike you, get to weaw new diapees too!”

“But ya can’t use my potty!” I argued. “Is a pwesent I got fwom my Auntie Tia, it onwy fow me. Mommy say so.”

Nyx huffed and pouted. “But is not faiw! I not have a potty! Me wanna twy potty twaining and be big kid! Why I not get to use ya potty?”

“‘Cause it mine!” I insisted. My potty was special, a birthday gift from my Aunt Celestia. It was far too special to me to just let anypony else use it, even my own cousin. I was certain Nyx would get her own potty whenever Twilight inevitably started potty training her.

However, Nyx just snorted, rolled her eyes at me and trotted off. “Whatevew!” She grumbled to me. “I no need ya hewp! I gonna twy it on my own!”

Gulping, I asked my fellow alicorn. “Whewe ya going? I supposed to be watchin’ ya so ya dun get in twoubwe.” But I probably needn’t have asked her, I had a pretty good idea of where she was going.

Sure enough, Nyx confirmed my suspicions when she replied. “I just going to the bathwoom. Tat wewe ya do potty twaining anyway, wight?”

I nodded quite slowly. “Yeah, but ya not have a potty. I towd ya, ya can’t use mine!”

“I dun want ya siwwy potty anyway!” Nyx stuck out her tongue as she kept on trotting, the nearest bathroom was just across the hall from the nursery after all.

It was then that I started to get an idea of what Nyx was talking about and what she was going to do. Immediately, I began to fear the worst. “Ya not gonna twy to use the big potty, awe ya?” I was surprised she seemed to have gotten over her earlier fear that it ate foals.

Nyx boasted back to me. “Uh-huh, I am! Ya got a pwobwem with tat, Bwue Moon?”

I immediately replied with concern. “Yeah-huh, is too dangewous! Ya not supposed to use it! It fow mommies and daddies onwy!”

Nyx didn’t care one bit for my concern. She just pushed open the bathroom door and trotted inside, as if daring me to stop her. I knew I had to. If anything happened to her in the bathroom, Mommy, Twilight and the other grown-ups were sure to scold me for not doing more to stop her.

But what could I do to stop an alicorn foal that wanted to use the big potty all by herself? Especially since she was more magically skilled than me, all thanks to having Twilight for a mommy.

Still, I reluctantly trotted into the bathroom anyway, hoping I could maybe persuade my cousin not to go through with her crazy scheme after all.





By the time I got into the bathroom, Nyx was already in the process of discarding her diaper. She basically ripped it off and tossed the padded undergarment aside without fanfare, without a care in the world. Normally, I’d be worried about a fellow foal taking off their diaper without permission. But right now, more pressing concerns occupied my attention.

I gazed up to what I knew was Nyx’s intended destination, and gulped. There was the big potty in all its gleaming white glory. And I could already see Nyx using her magic to lift up the lid to expose the seat. She really was going through with her plan.

“Cousin Nyx, stop!” I cried and ran forward! I hoped that maybe I could talk some sense into her before it was too late, before she climbed up onto the big potty’s seat. Because I was running so fast, however, my hooves slipped on the tiled floor! Suddenly, I was sliding along as my hooves betrayed me! They brought me to the floor in seconds! Never I was more relieved that my diaper had cushioned the blow.

But those precious seconds were enough time for Nyx to flap her wings and climb onto the toilet seat, plopping her bare bottomed self down as she just barely rested over the opening. She could fall in at any second!

To my surprise (and great relief) Nyx didn’t. The foal just relaxed as I could hear a hissing and tinkling sound echoing into the bowl below. She was actually doing it! Nyx was going pee-pee in the big potty all by herself! A part of me couldn’t help but feel jealous of the fact.

“See? I did it aww by mysewf!” Nyx boasted to me as I tried to get back on my hooves (curse the slippery, tiled floor that was fighting against me). “And ya thought I couwdn’t do it!”

“Just be cawefuw!” I called out to the foal. “Now ya got wipe yasewf and fwush.” I knew from experience that the flush was the part that always spelled trouble. I hoped Nyx would get down from the seat before attempting to flush the big potty.

Alas, it seemed that all of Nyx’s fears in months past about the big potty had left her. She no longer feared it even though I wished more than anything at this moment that she still did (to some extent. I was still proud of my cousin for being smart enough to learn how to go potty all by herself. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that a foal raised by Twilight of all ponies would be that smart). She just used her magic to surround the big potty’s silver handle, straining herself as she squinted and shut her eyes.

Soon, there was a click. The handle had been forced down. And the big potty began to flush itself. So far so good.

Then, it happened! Just as I had feared, the loud noise from the activation of the flush startled Nyx. She had clearly not been expecting it at all! And because she was so frightened, she forgot all about maintaining her balance! The foal slipped and fell off the seat! And unfortunately, she fell backwards into the bowl as the flush was ongoing!

“Hewp me! The big potty’s got me!” Nyx screamed, trying to be heard over the raging, roaring flush!

“NYX!” I screamed at the top of my lungs! With a strength I’d never known until now, I finally forced myself to my hooves! All I could think about was reaching Nyx in time! I flapped my wings as hard as I could, trying to get up to the seat!

But by the time I had landed on the seat and could get a good look, I was too late. The flush concluded, pulling everything down the drain, Nyx included! And soon afterward, the water refilled the toilet bowl with no sign of Nyx anywhere! 

What I feared the most had happened! Nyx had been flushed down the drain!





Immediately, I knew what I would have to do. But I was really going to hate myself for doing it. I wished there were another way to rescue my flushed cousin and fellow foal. Alas, I knew that this was the only way if I didn’t want to end up in trouble (or Nyx to end up in trouble for that matter).

I immediately removed my diaper and tossed it aside, I was getting pretty good at that. Then, after briefly looking at the drain to make sure the big potty wasn’t overflowing or had somehow clogged up, I turned my attention towards the handle. Like with Nyx, I surrounded it with my magic, straining myself to the point where I was so sure I was going to have an accident of some kind. But I didn’t.

“Hang on, Nyx!” I shouted at the drain! “I coming! I gonna save ya!” Then, when my ears heard the clicking of the lever and the roar of the flush, I knew my moment had come. I couldn’t hesitate, I had to go through with this. Steadying myself and summoning up all the courage I could muster up: I took a deep breath and held it as best I could! Then I immediately jumped into the bowl, splashing down into the waters as the big potty flushed anew!

The experience was something I’ll never be able to forget, it will haunt my nightmares for years to come! The waters swirled and spun rapidly, tossing me from side to side in a disorienting fashion! I couldn’t see straight, I was beginning to feel dizzy! Faster and faster I spun, helpless to stop what was coming! A powerful suction began to tug on my tail! Then, before I knew it, the waters retreated and I went with them! My tail was the first thing to disappear into the drain, followed shortly by my rump, then my back hooves, then my upper body and front hooves. Finally, my face, mane and tail made their way through as my journey down the drain was completed! I had successfully flushed myself away!

When I had made it through the drain, everything went dark. I couldn’t see where I was going. I was along for the ride as a helpless passenger, even though I knew where everything was going to eventually let out. At last, after what felt like ages, I plopped down into a dimly lit sewer of murky green water. I landed with a splash! “Nevew again!” I vowed to myself right then and there! The next time somepony flushed themselves, I wasn’t going to risk my neck to save them by going down the toilet after them.

Fortunately for my sake, Nyx wasn’t too far ahead. She had already managed to get out of the water and walk along a small, brick pathway. And she quickly used her magic when she saw me swim past, pulling me to safety. “I sowwy, cousin Bwue Moon!” She immediately apologized to me. “I shouwd’ve wistened to ya. Ya was twying to save me fwom gowing down the howe. But I weawwy wanted to be wike ya and be in potty twaining.”

I hugged my fellow foal. At the least I was convinced she would listen to me more often from now on. “Is okay,” I said to her in reply. “At weast now ya know why we shouwdn’t use ta big potty untiw we wike the gwown-ups. “Now come on! We gotta get out of hewe and back to ta castew befowe ouw mommies find out we missing, or we gonna be in so much twobuwe.”

We soon afterward found a drain pipe that actually led to an old, mostly abandoned water shed in the back of the castle. Apparently, it had been the royal lavatory before indoor plumbing like the big potty had replaced it. Most of the plumbing fixtures that would’ve been attached to the drains had been removed, but the water shed itself was still standing.

Now that we were safely back inside the castle, Nyx and I could easily teleport back to where we should be: To my nursery. I hoped we could then flag down a butler, maid or even a passing by royal guard and press them into service bathing and cleaning us. I was certain I could convince them not to rat us out if I acted cute enough.

However, just after we’d teleported back into the nursery, my cousin Nyx and I heard hoofsteps. Our mommies were approaching! And they were sure to think something was up if they came upon us without diapers on.

Thinking fast, Nyx and I teleported to the bathroom where this misadventure had begun. Hastily, we used our magic to dry off our dripping wet bodies so that nopony would have reason to suspect anything. Then, I whispered something to my fellow alicorn foal. “Just pway awong.” I then hastily scrambled over to my potty, relieved that it had been cleaned, and sat down. And then I started grunting as my face turned red, and I pushed as hard as I could. I’d gotten pretty good at learning how to hold it and when to recognize the signs of when I had to go.

Just in time too, because it was at that very moment that my mommy and Nyx’s mommy came trotting into the bathroom. I only now realized I had forgotten to put the lid of the big potty down, but I hoped they would just it buy as somepony else being forgetful.

Nightmare Moon smiled at me and beamed with pride. “Oh, isn’t that sweet? My little Blue Moon is teaching Nyx how to go potty like a big pony.”

“Uh huh, tat exactwy what we doing!” Nyx innocently insisted! “Tat why me take off diapee! Me wanna be just wike him!”

Twilight smiled too. “Well, it’s nice that you want to be like him, Nyx. But you know, you could’ve just asked me if we could start potty training. Everypony here agrees that you’re old enough.”

“Weawwy?!” Nyx’s eyes lit up with wonder!

Twilight nodded. “Exactly, Nyx. I’ll get you your own potty as soon as we go back to Ponyville, and we’ll set up a potty chart and everything.”

Nightmare Moon just grinned. “Maybe you’ll be as fast a learner as Blue Moon is, Nyx,” And then she added. “At this rate, he might actually graduate to the big potty, he’s so smart.”

But I internally gulped. After all the mishaps that had happened with the big potty, including my recent trip down the drain, I really wanted nothing to do with it. And I suspected Nyx thought the same.
> Training The Natural Way (Tree Hugger)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mr. and Mrs. Hugger were a most unusual earth pony couple. They insisted on a close bond with not just one another but also with Mother Nature. They would always mention something about “true earth pony magic”, but everypony else just viewed them as weird and gave them a wide berth.

Yet the two lived a happy life together in a humble little building in Baltimare. It was the perfect place to live if one wanted to be close to nature, especially since it was the founding city for the Equestrian Society for the Preservation of Rare Creatures, which is where Mr. and Mrs. Hugger had first met and fallen in love.

It was of little surprise that their daughter, Tree Hugger, quickly took on their mannerisms and seemingly carefree attitude. She made very little fuss during feedings, enjoying mashed up versions of the fruits that Mother Nature bestowed. She got plenty of milk from her mother, and from cows raised on farms that didn’t use pesticides or other things that contaminated the soil and the air. And of course, whenever she needed to “clense her chakras” as it were, her cloth diapers were more than up to the task.

“No mess ,no fuss.” Her parents always said whenever they helped Tree Hugger complete the cleansing process. And then her cloth diapers would be set aside to be washed and cleaned out at a later time.

So the three earth ponies lived in happiness and in bliss for a couple of years. It was of no concern to Tree Hugger’s parents that other foals (and their parents) found her to be quite odd. They had long since accepted that “non-believers” would view their passionate ways as eccentric and out there.

Of course, the Hugger family couldn’t get by completely depending on nature for everything. They did have a few modern conveniences as necessary: Among them were sinks, a bath tub and connecting shower head, and a modest flush lavatory (they saw no need for the more “conformist” throne model). Mr. and Mrs. Hugger used it as necessary, seeing as it was uncivilized to fertilize the soil all the time.

And it was on the subject of this flush lavatory that Mr. and Mrs. Hugger had their first true disagreement: Whether or not they should teach Tree Hugger how to use it instead of her diapers (they had already taught her when it was and wasn’t acceptable to answer nature’s call in nature itself).

Mr. Hugger was considerably more skeptical than his wife about the necessity of having Tree Hugger undergo lavatory training. Perhaps it was understandable when the somewhat small in stature stallion had been a late convert to many of the things his wife had embraced from early in life. But she always seemed to have a way with words, especially since she was taller than most mares her age.

“Dear, are you absolutely certain it is necessary to teach our little Tree about the flush lavatory?” Mr. Hugger inquired one evening. “We don’t really go through that many diapers with her. And she’s always good about notifying us when she has cleansed her chakras and is in need of cleaning.”

Mrs. Hugger firmly replied. “Since ponies have a problem with doing one’s business wherever, despite it being good for the soil, we have very little choice. The flush lavatory is quite hygienic, and ours is a low-flush model so it uses very little water. It’s as we tell our little Tree all the time: No mess, no fuss. She must be trained.”

Mr. Hugger still wasn’t convinced. “But what if she doesn’t want to give up her cloth diapers?” He asked his wife. He started pacing the floor as several thoughts flooded his mind. “What if she refuses to use the flush lavatory? What if she starts hoarding her diapers and using them as needed? Or what if she comes to view the lavatory as a monster? Or what if she accidentally flushes herself down the drain? Or what if…”

Mrs. Hugger brought up a hoof to silence her husband. “Dear, you mustn’t worry. Our little Tree has been fine with everything we’ve ever done for her before. Lavatory training shall be no different. And if anything does happen, which it won’t, we’ll be on hoof to handle it together. Now relax. If you’re nervous or worried, Tree will pick up on it. That will do us no good at all. We will do it, and our little Tree will not mind it in the slightest.”





Tree Hugger was very much inclined to “go with the flow”, go along with whatever it is her parents wanted her to do. So, when they took her by the hoof and led her to a mostly isolated section of the house, she didn’t mind. “Where we going?” She asked in that laid back, unconcerned tone that she had picked up from her parents. If they weren’t afraid or worried, neither was she.

“It is time you learned of a new way to cleanse your chakras,” Mrs. Hugger explained to her daughter. “A way that is acceptable to ponies regardless of what they believe.” She then gestured a hoof to a little elevated trench with a brightly colored pedal, and what looked like a shower nozzle on a small stand next to it.

Tree Hugger eyed the elevated trench, noticing that water seemed to be flowing in it like a little river or pond. “Use this?” She asked as she turned to look at her mother and her father.

Mr. and Mrs. Hugger both nodded, and Mr. Hugger took the lead in explaining. “Indeed, Tree Hugger. It is really quite simple, even simpler than what you’re already used to doing. First, we remove the diaper. You shall not need to wear them any longer. You will learn how to feel the rhythm of your body’s magic as it flows through you, its subtle changes and fluctuations.” He was quick to put actions to his words, using a hoof to take off the cloth diaper his daughter was wearing.

Mrs. Hugger then helped her daughter get into position. “Line yourself up with the flush lavatory, position yourself like I have showed you. Then, you let it all flow. Empty yourself and cleanse yourself of all is that filthy and dirty. Now you won’t have to worry about carrying it with you until you can be fully cleansed.”

Tree Hugger obeyed. She sighed and relaxed, barely having to push or do anything at all as she could hear tinkles, plops and splashes. And a scent just like when she relieved herself into her cloth diapers reached her nostrils. “No mess, no fuss.” She repeated.

Mrs. Hugger nodded back. “Indeed. Everything remains clean, including you. And this is how we empty the lavatory after it is full.” She stepped onto the brightly colored pedal in front of the trench.

A roar like the rushing of water over a waterfall reached the foal’s ears. She looked down into the trench to see the water rushing rapidly. It was so powerful, so loud, yet so peaceful and relaxing. It took everything away with no trouble at all. And it brought back sparkling clean water while also removing the smell.

“And now, we just clean up using the sprayer.” Mr. Hugger instructed. He helped his daughter with using it, hoping she would be able to learn for repeat trips.

“Wow!” Tree Hugger said afterward. “That was so easy! No mess, no fuss, everything stays nice and clean. Flush lavatory is so radical! It has such a lovely vibe.”

“Yes, Tree Hugger,” Mr. Hugger agreed. “It is one of the conveniences of modern times. It is one of the ways in which everypony shows respect for Mother Nature. Things like the flush lavatory ensure our waste does not contaminate our surroundings and make us sick. It ensures our waste is confined to where it is needed and to where it can do no harm. And with it, you no longer need to worry about carrying your mess with you after you’ve cleansed your chakras.”

Mrs. Hugger added. “When you do it good enough, you will earn something even more rewarding. Ponies have recently invented something to encourage foals your age to perfect usage of the lavatory. But what is most important is that you come to understand your body’s signals, and realize when you must act upon them.”
> A Honey of a Potty Pal (Honey Sugar)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dizzy Twister frowned and sighed as she carried out the task of changing yet another dirty diaper from her only child, Scootaloo. Being a mostly stay at home mother these days while her husband was away, providing for the family, it could have its drawbacks. But Dizzy had more or less gotten used to this task by now, laying her daughter upon the changing table and fastening a strap across her to make sure the little filly couldn’t wiggle around too much.

“Scootaloo, I thought I told you that you’re supposed to be doing your pee-pees and poo-poos in your potty, not your diapers?” Dizzy scolded as she tossed the used diaper into the diaper pale, and went about wiping her daughter’s rump with some wet wipes. “You’re almost three years old, now. You shouldn’t still be making messes in your diapers.”

Scootaloo just replied in an innocent tone. “I sorry, Mommy.” It was hard to tell whether she truly was sorry for what she’d done, or if she was just saying that to make her mother feel better.

The amber coated pegasus mare sighed anew as she finished the wiping, then put a new diaper on her daughter and added a generous helping of foal powder. A quick glance up at a nearby wall revealed a calendar of sorts that read: “Scootaloo’s potty chart”. And given how many frowny faces and storm clouds it had compared to gold stars, it was quite clear that potty training so far had not gone well for Dizzy’s daughter.

Immediately upon being set down, Scootaloo ran off as fast as her little hooves and wings would let her. She was soon an orange colored blur, completely out of her mother’s line of sight.

Dizzy, for her part, just went to wash her hooves while lamenting to herself. “What am I doing wrong?” She felt she hadn’t been rushing anything when she had decided to potty train Scootaloo by the time she was two and a half years old. That was when most foals her age learned how to use the potty, every book and every expert she had consulted on the matter had said as much. Even her husband had agreed it wouldn’t hurt if Scootaloo wasn’t potty trained right when she turned two. It wasn’t going to be an overnight process regardless of when it was started, so why not let Scootaloo enjoy her diapers while she still could?

But even with that pink, plastic bowl that had “My Little Potty” printed on the side, Scootaloo seemed to be going in her diapers far more frequently than she ever did in the training potty. And just forcing her to go without diapers hadn’t been any better, Scootaloo had just found ways to go potty outside the house, “fertilizing the soil” as it were. And Dizzy had quickly put Scootaloo back into diapers so as to discourage that behavior.

The pegasus mare was thoroughly convinced she’d hit a wall somehow. It seemed like nothing she was trying was working. And she feared that if she couldn’t have a break through soon, her only child would never get out of diapers. She would be wearing them to school, to hang out with friends, you name it. And she would grow up mocked, teased and bullied because she would be the only foal left in the entire kingdom who still wore diapers.

“What am I supposed to do?” Dizzy thought to herself as she exited the bathroom, breathing only a small sigh of relief when she wasn’t immediately presented with another diaper to change. The amber coated pegasus feared she was running out of options. It would take a miracle to get her daughter to stop going in her diapers and start using her potty like she was supposed to.





Just as Dizzy Twister was pondering her options and wondering just what she was going to do, she was surprised to hear a knock at the front door. That was odd, she hadn’t been expecting anypony to pay her a visit today. And she didn’t remember scheduling any playdates for Scootaloo, not when all her peers were surely much further along in their potty training by now.

Still, the pegasus mare with a loosely curly pink mane and a loosely curly tail that was pink with pale raspberry highlights trotted to the door to answer it.

When the amber coated pegasus opened the door, her moderate rose eyes beheld a most unusual sight: Standing on the other side of the door was an earth pony mare with what looked like a ghostly green colored coat, to the point where the mare appeared to be almost transparent. Said mare had faded green eyes, and a mane and tail that hung loose. Her cutie mark was faintly visible, but what it was Dizzy couldn’t make out.

The strange mare smiled as she trotted in. “This is the house of the Twister family, is it not? Am I to assume I’m speaking to Mrs. Dizzy Twister?” She greeted.

Dizzy blinked very slowly. “Yes, that’s me,” And she saw fit to ask. “Who are you?”

The strange earth pony just smiled. “My name is Honey Sugar, though some ponies refer to me as a nanny. I was hoping I could offer my services to you, Mrs. Twister.”

“What services?” Dizzy asked, more with surprise than concern.

Honey Sugar’s smile grew brighter. “Why, my services as a nanny, of course. After all, you have a little one in your care, do you not?”

“Scootaloo?” Dizzy blinked. “Well, I really don’t need much help caring for her. I can take care of all her needs just fine on my own. Plus, I have my husband, his older sister and her special somepony for help if I absolutely need it. Though my husband is unfortunately away right now, it’s his busy season.”

Honey Sugar nodded. “Yes, I understand. He has a very important job playing hockey for Cloudsdale.”

At that the pegasus mare almost gasped! “How did you know that?”

Honey Sugar just winked one of her eyes. “I have my ways,” And then she went on to say. “But I believe you need my help with something else related to Scootaloo. Something that everypony her age undergoes. And I think you know what I’m talking about.”

The amber coated pegasus sighed as she reluctantly admitted. “Yes, I’m ashamed to admit that I’m really having a hard time getting Scootaloo potty trained. I’ve tried just about everything I can think of to make her use her potty, even taking away her diapers. But all that did was make her start pottying outside like a wild animal. I know some ponies don’t mind that, but others do. And she can’t be doing that if she’s going to go to school and make friends. I’m not raising her in a barn, and I don’t need other ponies to start thinking I am!”

It was then that the almost ghostly earth pony mare replied. “Well, I believe I have a program that can help with that. What your daughter needs most, I suspect, is a positive role model. Somepony she can look up to and emulate. After all, most foals learn by example, by emulating their peers.”

“I already tried that with Scootaloo using myself,” Dizzy insisted. “I tried to show her how big ponies like me answer nature’s call. I thought that would work, but it seems like she’s too used to looking upon me as her mommy to see me as anything or anypony else. And my husband isn’t around the house long enough to be anywhere close to a role model. If anything, he’d probably just teach Scootaloo how to go on clouds or something, which is something she also won’t be able to do if she goes to school.”

The nanny just replied with a wink. “Well, obviously, if the parents aren’t capable of being true potty pals, then your daughter needs somepony else. Somepony more on her level. And I believe I can fill that role.” Then, her entire body started to glow rather mysteriously, as if by magic.

Before Dizzy Twister had a chance to ask her fellow mare what she was doing, there was a blinding flash of light that forced the pegasus to shut her eyes tightly!





Eventually, Dizzy managed to open her moderate rose eyes once again. And when she did, she was shocked to see that Honey Sugar was nowhere in sight! “Honey Sugar?!” She called out, fearing she had just imagined the entire encounter out of stress.

But an unmistakable voice called out in a high pitched tone. “Down here, Dizzy.”

The pegasus mare looked down to her hooves, and gasped as her wings fluttered outward in shock and surprise! She had to blink and rub her eyes to be sure she wasn’t seeing things. Honey Sugar had somehow magically shrunk herself down to about Scootaloo’s size, about the size of an average foal (maybe a bit smaller). “Honey Sugar! How did you do that?! Why did you do that?!” She exclaimed in disbelief!

The mare turned foal just giggled. “I have my ways, Dizzy. After all, I only want to help you raise your foal right.”

Dizzy began to scratch her mane with a hoof. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen you before somewhere? Like I should know you somehow?”

The regressed earth pony mare only replied. “You can worry about that later, Dizzy. For right now, I want you to listen to me very carefully. I can’t do everything on my own, after all. If I’m going to be Scootaloo’s potty pal, we have to work together to make sure your little one learns the proper way of using the potty.”

“But why turn yourself into a foal?” Dizzy Twister pondered.

“Would you rather I have made you the foal?” Honey Sugar replied with a giggle. “It’s like I said, foals emulate their peers. If Scootaloo sees somepony her size and age going potty the right way, she’ll take notice and start copying that pony. Plus, this way I can get inside your daughter’s head and help you better understand what’s going through that little mind of hers. Then you’ll better know how to tailor your potty training approach. Oh, and don’t worry about payment, this won’t cost you a thing. I never charge for my services.”

The amber coated pegasus mare nervously asked. “So, what, do I just start calling you Honey from now on? Or Miss. Sugar?”

The regressed earth pony mare with a ghostly green coat responded. “Whatever makes you feel most comfortable, Dizzy. Now, where is that daughter of yours?”

Dizzy sighed. “Probably gone off and gotten herself into trouble again. I swear, Scootaloo is a way more rambunctious and energetic little filly than I ever was,” She looked down to Honey Sugar. “I suppose I should put you into one of her diapers, though. At least for now. That way, if you have an accident, I won’t have to worry about cleaning my floors. I’ve already done that far too many times to count since I’ve had Scootaloo.”

Honey Sugar nodded quite slowly. “That would be most appreciated. We want Scootaloo to get the right idea, after all.”





Honey Sugar was soon picked up by Dizzy, who brought her new “charge” into Scootaloo’s nursery and set the foal down upon the changing table. Soon, Honey was strapped up into one of Scootaloo’s diapers, which fit her perfectly. And upon being helped down from the changing table, she had no trouble walking about in the padding.

Dizzy and Honey left the nursery soon afterward, with the pegasus mare puckering up her lips and giving a sharp, high pitched whistle.

Without warning, an orange colored blur zoomed into view! It didn’t stop until it ran smack into Dizzy’s hooves. Scootaloo shook her her head as she faintly whimpered. “Owie.”

Dizzy frowned anew. “Scootaloo, what have I told you about running around the house like that?”

“Me sorry, Mommy,” Scootaloo apologized in what sounded like a sincere tone of voice. No smells emanated from her, so it seemed she hadn’t used her diaper (yet). Then her grayish-purple eyes noticed something, or rather somepony standing beside her female parent. And said somepony was wearing a diaper just like the one Scootaloo had. “Mommy?” The foal asked. “Who that?”

Honey Sugar waddled forward and introduced herself. “Hello, Scootaloo,” She greeted in a friendly tone. “I’m Miss. Sugar, and I’m a friend of your mommy. She’s asked me to help you out.”

“What you help me with? Me no need help.” Scootaloo huffed in reply and swished her tail.

Honey shook her head from side to side in reply. “Oh, you most certainly do, Scootaloo. Your mommy has told me that you’re not using your potty like you’re supposed to. You keep going potty in your diapers. And when you don’t have diapers, you’re just pottying outside. But you know you’re not supposed to do either of those things.”

“So what?” The pegasus foal remarked as she stuck out her tongue in indifference.

Honey winked. “So? Don’t you wanna be a big pony like your mommy and daddy? They don’t have to wear diapers, but they also don’t go potty wherever they want to whenever they feel the need to go pee pee or poo poo.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Uh-huh. Mommy say she and Daddy use potty too. They use big potty they call a toilet,” She frowned, however, as she added. “But Mommy say I not allowed to use it. She say I not ready.”

The regressed earth pony nodded back. “Well of course you’re not ready, Scootaloo. You have to get good at going potty in your potty before you can even think of using the Mommy and Daddy potty. And right now, you’re hardly using your potty.”

The pegasus foal whimpered. “It not like me not want to use potty,” She sheepishly confessed. “Me just don’t always know when me have to go. Me try to make it when me can. Me not good at holding it.”

Honey then scolded. “Now Scootaloo, holding it in isn’t healthy either. You have to learn to listen to your body. It will always tell you when potty time is near. Part of potty training means learning to identify the signals sooner, so that you can make it to your potty on time. Waiting until it’s too late or almost too late isn’t good for you. It could make you sick.”

“How ya know all this?” Scootaloo questioned Honey Sugar. “Ya just a foal, like me.”

“I merely turned myself into one for your sake, Scootaloo,” Honey replied in a sweet tone of voice. “I want to be your potty pal and your friend. And friends help other friends learn what they have to do.”

Dizzy sweetly explained. “Exactly, Scootaloo. Miss. Sugar is going to teach you how to use the potty, and I want you to pay close attention to what she does. Because what she does, that’s what I want you to do,” She then bent down and asked the regressed earth pony. “Now, Miss. Sugar, do you have to go potty?”

Honey Sugar nodded. “I believe I do, Mrs. Twister.”

“Okay then, let’s go,” Dizzy replied as she took the regressed earth pony by the hoof. “See that, Scootaloo? Whenever you feel like you have to go potty, you must always remember to let a grown-up know. It could be me, your daddy, or even somepony else entirely. But grown-ups are always there to help you.”





Scootaloo followed her mommy and Miss. Sugar, watching as the pegasus mare accompanied the little earth pony to the bathroom. Surprisingly, inside it was a brand new training potty that Scootaloo was quite certain hadn’t been there before. She knew it wasn’t her potty though, because this potty was an almost ghostly white in color. In fact, it looked almost like a scaled down version of the big pony potty, a.k.a the toilet. Did that mean it could do everything the toilet could do?

Dizzy Twister, for her part, seemed to be all but astounded by this new training potty. “Oh, I guess I should’ve realized you’d have your own potty, Miss. Sugar,” She giggled. “I obviously couldn’t have you using Scootaloo’s potty and then asking my daughter to use it right afterward. Potties can only be used by one pony at a time, obviously.”

“I just made sure to come prepared, like I always do,” Honey Sugar replied as she was brought before her own training potty. “A good nanny always knows what’s best for her foals.”

Dizzy, meanwhile, took the liberty of explaining the next step in the potty training process. “Now, Scootaloo, I’m sure I already explained some of these things to you when I first started potty training you. But I want to refresh your memory just in case. When you need to go potty and have made it to the bathroom, you have to make sure to take off your diaper. Or rather, you must ask somepony else to help you do it. You understand that this is the only time you can be without a diaper. You can gradually work your way up to more diaper free time.”

Honey nodded. “But only once you prove you can understand your body’s signals and can make it to the potty in time. That means no going potty outside without a diaper on, and not having accidents if you can help it. It’s okay to have an accident every once in a while, nopony’s perfect. But even with accidents, you should learn about what to do and what not to do.” She then stood still as Dizzy Twister removed her diaper, pulling it down and setting it aside.

Scootaloo then watched as Honey Sugar sat down on her potty and relaxed. “Now you do whatever you have to do,” She told the foal. “Pees pees, poo poos or sometimes even both. And sometimes, you may think you have to do something but you actually don’t. It’s important to try every time you think you have to go, and even some times when you think you don’t.”

“So, would you like to try using your potty again, Scootaloo?” Dizzy asked in a hopeful tone of voice.

Scootaloo nodded, sensing that it would make her female parent very happy. “Uh-huh, Mommy. Wanna be big pony!”

The amber coated pegasus mare smiled at her daughter, before doing what she had done for Honey Sugar. Then she watched both foals as they sat on their potties.

Eventually, both Honey Sugar and Scootaloo were allowed to stand up. Their potties were inspected, and when they were it was possible to see a big smile form on Dizzy Twister’s face. She was especially happy upon inspecting Scootaloo’s potty! “Great job, both of you!” She applauded and clapped her hooves! “Especially you, Scootaloo! That’s exactly what I want to see more of from you! More pee pees and poo poos in your potty, and less in your diapers.”

Honey, meanwhile, trotted over to Scootaloo and said to the orange coated pegasus foal. “See, Scootaloo? That was fun and easy, wasn’t it? Don’t you feel proud of yourself for having gone potty like you’re supposed to?”

Scootaloo happily nodded. “Uh-huh. Thank you, Miss. Sugar.”

The regressed earth pony just smiled. “Oh, don’t thank me. Thank your mommy for letting me work my magic.” Then, she and Scootaloo had their rumps wiped clean with some toilet paper.





Dizzy Twister then took the liberty of emptying the contents of both training potties into the toilet. And then she got an idea. “Hey, Scootaloo,” She called to her daughter. “Since you were such a good little pony and went poo poo in your potty for Mommy, would you like to do the honors of flushing it all away?”

Scootaloo eagerly buzzed her tiny wings in excitement as she exclaimed! “Uh-huh! Flushing fun!” She strained herself a great deal to fly the short distance to the toilet and reach the handle.

Dizzy carefully reached out an amber hoof and held tightly to her daughter. “Go ahead, Mommy’s got you.”

With that encouragement, the little pegasus extended a hoof out towards the handle and pressed it down to flush the toilet. Then she watched as the contents of both training potties was swiftly flushed down the drain, almost like a magic trick. She was set back down when the flush cycle ended.

Dizzy put the lid of the toilet back down and washed her hooves, leaving Scootaloo and Honey Sugar to look at each other. All the while, Dizzy couldn’t shake the feeling that Honey Sugar was awfully familiar. There seemed to be something magical about that earth pony, almost otherworldly in fact. But for the life of her, Dizzy couldn’t quite put her hoof on it.
> Potty Punishment (Grubber)
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The first ever Festival of Friendship had been a great success, despite an invasion from an army serving on behalf of the Storm King. The Storm King had been defeated and destroyed now, but the two creatures who had served most faithfully in his army as his enforcers (and had been responsible for chasing after the one alicorn who managed to escape during the invasion) were awaiting punishment from the supreme soverign of the land they had more or less declared war on: Princess Celestia of Equestria.

By now, the festival was over and everypony had more or less gone home. But Princess Celestia had specifically sent for Grubber and Tempest Shadow, instructing them both to meet her in the throne room. Neither knew what to expect. They weren’t even sure if Princess Celestia would herself punish them, or simply turn them over to the likes of Queen Novo, who most certainly would punish them severely for their botched invasion of Mount Aris.

Grubber tried to hide behind Tempest as the hedgehog reluctantly followed the hornless unicorn to the throne room. “So, you think it’s too late for us to make a run for it?” Grubber proposed. “Maybe we could live a life on the run together? You know: You and I against the world?”

Tempest shook her head from side to side and scowled at Grubber. “No, no more running away! I ran away once, and look where it got me: Working for some scumbag who only cared about himself. Princess Twilight considers me a friend now. And I couldn’t call myself a good friend or a good pony if I wasn’t willing to atone for my past crimes.”

“But… she’s not here to save us!” Grubber protested. “I don’t know about you, but something tells me we’re not gonna get off so easily with Princess Celestia, or any of the other princesses. Come on, Tempest, we don’t owe anything to anyone! Best if we lay low somewhere until ponies forget about the whole invasion thing. Maybe then we can make a plea for mercy or something.”

Tempest growled, making her stub on her forehead sparkle and crackle ominously. “Grubber, I don’t wanna hear another word out of your mouth about running away! Whatever punishment awaits us, we’ll face it together,” She then sighed. “It can’t be any worse than what the Storm King put us through every time we failed.” She briefly shut her eyes and shuddered at the images that flashed through her mind. Images of verbal beratings and cruel tasks that she would rather forget.

Opening her eyes, the unicorn steadied her nerves as the throne room doors came upon her. “Well, we’re here. Might as well get it over with it!” She told Grubber. “Best if you let me do the talking for both of us. We both know you can never shut up when you’re terrified.”

“W-well, if you’re sure that’s what you really wanna do,” Grubber gulped. Then he muttered under his breath. “We’re so dead.”

Tempest opted to ignore her partner-in-crime’s comments, instead bringing up a hoof to push open the throne room doors. She trotted in, ready to face whatever consequences that were surely coming her way. And she turned around only briefly to make sure Grubber was following her instead of trying to run away.

To the surprise of both former employees in the Storm King’s forces, Princess Celestia was the only one there to greet them. The throne room was completely deserted expect for the three of them, which did very little to ease either unicorn or hedgehog’s nerves. Although, was it their imagination, or did the sun princess seem to be trying to suppress a smirk for some reason?





“Ah, so you finally came,” Princess Celestia greeted in a tone of voice that sounded far too friendly for the circumstances. “I’m glad to see you’re both willing to own up to what you did. That’ll make things much easier for everypony.”

Tempest immediately bowed her head and spoke. “Your majesty, I just want to say that I know I have no defense for anything I did under the Storm King. What I did was wrong, I know that. I can’t take back the things I said and did to you, to all of Equestria. And I know too that even though Princess Twilight showed me kindness, you are not obligated to do the same.”

“A-although,” Grubber spoke up. “You should know that Tempest is the whole reason why the Storm King is… you know…”

The hornless unicorn just replied. “That doesn’t come close to making up for all the things I did before then, Grubber.”

But Princess Celestia simply smiled. “Oh come now, Tempest, nopony really got hurt when all was said and done. Everything you did was undone. And Equestria does owe you a debt of thanks for riding it of the Storm King.”

Tempest blinked in surprise. “So, you’re not going to punish me? Or Grubber for that matter? Did Princess Twilight put you up to this? Did she beg and plead with you not to punish me in the slightest? Because I don’t need her pity. I don’t need her doing favors for me because we’re friends now.”

“Tempest!” Grubber exclaimed in disbelief! He couldn’t believe the pony he’d worked alongside for so long would just throw the mercy she was being shown back in the face of the one offering it. If it was him being shown that kind of mercy, he would’ve gladly taken it and not asked questions.

The alicorn with a majestic white coat simply grinned, appearing to chuckle ever so faintly. “Oh no, you’re still going to be punished, Tempest. Or should I say: Fizzlepop Berrytwist?”

Tempest and Grubber exchanged mutual gasps of disbelief! They’d thought for sure that only Princess Twilight and that party planning friend of hers had learned of Tempest’s real name.

With her cheeks flushing pink, the hornless unicorn sheepishly growled. “Don’t you call me that!”

Princess Celestia grinned further. “Why not? After all, Tempest Shadow is the one who did all those horrible things while working for the Storm King. Whereas Fizzlepop Berrytwist’s only crime is running away from home as a filly. Besides, with the punishment I have in mind for you and Grubber, I think you’d much rather be called by your real name,” She then waved a hoof. “Come with me. You’ll see soon enough what fates awaits you both.”





Hesitantly, Tempest Shadow and Grubber followed Princess Celestia as she led them out of the throne room, and through several winding corridors of the castle. All the while, it seemed like they weren’t bumping into any royal guards or other castle staff. It was as if they were alone with the sun princess for some ood reason.

At last, the two were brought before a brightly painted door that looked rather, well, foalish for lack of a better term.

Princess Celestia pushed the door open, waving a hoof. “Here’s your punishment!” She declared in an almost motherly tone of voice.

Tempest and Grubber blinked and rubbed their eyes in disbelief at what they saw: Before they stood what could best be described as a giant nursery. It looked just like the kind of nursery one would expect from a typical foal, except everything was much bigger: The crib (or two cribs for that matter), the playpen, the toys, and of course the changing table.

Before either creature could think of making a run for it, they felt a faint magical glow take hold of them. And soon, they were floated through the air and onto the changing table, surprised that it could hold the weight of the both of them!

Princess Celestia smiled and smirked as she approached the changing table, using her magic to retrieve two large and very thick diapers. It was clear who they were meant for. “Come on, little ones,” She encouraged. “Lift up your rumps for me. We need to make sure you’re protected in case of accidents. You know how hard stains can be to clean up.”

“Really? This is how you’re gonna punish us?” Tempest sheepishly asked while blushing as she was diapered first.

The sun princess nodded her head ever so slowly. “Why not? It certainly beats rotting in a dungeon, or hanging from the rafters, doesn’t it? You and your partner will undergo this special treatment for a while, giving you both time to think about what you did and about all the ponies and other creatures you wronged in the past. Then, eventually, you’ll be both allowed to re-enter society with a clean slate.”

Grubber gulped as he was clumsily diapered by the alicorn. “Uh, are we gonna have to, you know…”

Princess Celestia quickly replied. “If you want to. I certainly don’t mind changing a dirty diaper or two. And I can always call on my niece for assistance, she used to be a very highly skilled foalsitter until a few years ago. Of course, since you are being treated like big toddlers, you’ll have to ask for permission to use the bathroom. And you will have to have assistance.”

“Great,” Tempest sarcastically remarked as the diapering job was completed. “So it’s back to preschool for both of us. Oh, I am never going to live this down. I thought going through potty training once was a hassle, now I have go through it all over again.”

Meanwhile, Grubber started fidgeting and fussing as he crossed his legs. “Uh, while we’re on that subject, I suppose now would be a good time to mention I kind of have to… you know…”

Princess Celestia smirked and brought a hoof up to her face as she adopted a goofy grin. “Oh, you have to go potty, Grubber?”

The hedgehog sheepishly replied. “Y-yeah, I kind of do. Haven’t really gone since before coming to Canterlot.”

The sun princess smiled, extending a hoof to the hedgehog. “Well then, let’s get you to the potty. And I think we’ll let little Fizzlepop tag along so she gets the right idea.”

“I’m older than he is!” Tempest growled in reply, but nevertheless clumsily waddled along as she watched Princess Celesita lead Grubber away not along a mother leading her child.





Grubber was eventually brought into one of the many bathrooms throughout the castle. It seemed surprisingly common for a bathroom that he assumed belonged to royalty. He’d expected lush decorations, gold plating and finely polished plumbing fixtures. Instead, there was a plain old bathtub with a shower head and curtain attached, a well worn sink and bathroom mirror, and of course a large toilet.

There was just one problem for Grubber: The toilet wasn’t like the ones he’d gotten used to seeing. If it wasn’t a latrine, any toilet he’d used while working for the Storm King had been little more than an elevated trench with water and a nozzle for cleaning. This toilet, however, had a bowl shape to it. There was a seat that looked like a curved horseshoe, plus a lid for some odd reason. Attached to it was some kind of box, and on one side of the box was some kind of silver, ramp-like object.

“Uh, don’t you have any toilets that aren’t so… big?” Grubber asked Princess Celestia as he watched her use her magic to lift up the lid, letting it come to rest against the back of the box.

Tempest rolled her eyes. “It’s not big, Grubber. This is an average sized pony toilet. It only seems big to you because you’re so small.”

“I am not small!” Grubber snapped! “I’m vertically challenged, Tempest! We’ve been over this!”

Princess Celestia immediately raised a hoof to quell the argument. “Now now, there’s no need to make a fuss,” And she reassured Grubber. “I’m sure this must be a bit of a shock to you, Grubber. But throne style toilets like these are very common in Equestria. If you’re going to be spending the rest of your life here in Equestria, you have to be able to use the same plumbing fixtures that we ponies use to take care of our business.”

The hedgehog sighed as he whimpered. “Do I really have to? Can’t I just go behind a bush or something? Or what about those old pot things I kept hearing about? Don’t you still have one of those?”

Tempest just snarled. “Quit being such a big baby, Grubber. Nopony uses chamberpots anymore. It’s just a toilet, it’s not gonna hurt you. Now quit your whining and get up on the seat already! Just because the princess is treating us like toddlers doesn’t mean we have to act like them!”

Grubber grumbled as he clumsily waddled towards the toilet, jumping up and scrambling in an awkward fashion as he tried to get up onto the seat. His paws kept slipping as they struggled to grab the porcelain, all the while his padding shimmied and shook as it swayed from side to side. “Come on!” He groaned. “Oh, why didn’t I get a step stool or something?!” But eventually, by some miracle, he managed to get onto the seat. When he did so, he could see the water in the bowl below.

Princess Celestia not so secretly used her magic to get Grubber to face the right way. “It’s okay, Grubber. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.” She encouraged him.

The hornless unicorn, meanwhile, just stomped a hoof. “Can we just get this over with, already? I don’t have all day!”

The sun princess cooed. “Now Tempest, you have to wait until Grubber is finished. Give him some time,” And to Grubber she encouraged. “Just do whatever you have to do, Grubber.”

Tempest then grinned and smirked. “Hey, Grubber, you’re forgetting something.”

“Yeah? What?” Grubber asked in apparent unawareness.

Tempest pointed a hoof. “Your diaper, of course. You’re supposed to take off before you use the toilet. Can’t believe you didn’t already do that. It’s Potty Training 101.”

“Oh, I knew that! I did!” Grubber insisted with a blush, as he then tugged on his padding and tried to remove it. Unfortunately, in doing so he lost his balance on the toilet seat and fell backwards into the bowl with a splash! Pretty soon, his padded posture was sticking up in the air as his entire head was submerged in the toilet bowl! “Gah, help!” He cried as he wiggled about in vain! “I can’t swim!”

Using her magic, the alicorn with a majestic white coat gently pulled Grubber out of the toilet and then turned to Tempest Shadow. “Maybe you should go first, Fizzlepop,” She suggested. “That way, Grubber can get the right idea.”

“Sounds good to me!” The hornless unicorn agreed and allowed the princess to removed her diaper. She then trotted over to the porcelain throne, turned around so her back was against the tank and sat down on the toilet seat. After about a minute or two, her floodgates opened as she felt her tail hiked upward. And before she knew it, she heard a few splashes from inside the bowl. “I should’ve flushedthe toilet while Grubber was stuck in it!” She thought to herself, thinking about the sight from earlier. “That would've been quite a show!”

“Well done, Fizzlepop,” Celestia beamed and then cleaned Tempest's flanks.

Tempest rolled her eyes as her rump was cleaned by Princess Celestia who then allowed her to flush the toilet. “You might wanna cover your ears.” She told the hedgehog before pushing down the gold handle with her hoof.

Grubber winced as the toilet let out a loud roar. The noise lasted a few seconds before it faded. He then let out a gulp. He really didn't want to think about what might have happened if Princess Celestia or Tempest Shadow had pulled the handle when he was still inside the bowl.

After helping the hornless unicorn with putting her diaper back on, the princess of the sun turned to Grubber. “Okay, Grubber, now it's your turn.” She said.

“But what if I fall in again?” Grubber nervously asked as his diaper was removed.

“Don't worry!” Celestia encouraged the hedgehog while placing him onto the toilet before helping him into position. “Just don’t move around too much. Now just sit down, relax and let it all out. If you think you’re going to fall in, just let me know.”

“Okay.” Grubber sighed and reluctantly sat down on the toilet seat, his rump hovered over the bowl and his legs dangled over the edge. Before he even he began to tinkle. When he finally stopped he heard a series of splashes from inside the toilet. “I… I did it!” He cheered as the familiar smell reached his nose.

“You sure did, Grubber.” Tempest agreed as Princess Celestia cleaned the hedgehog’s rump.

“Now, how do I flush this thing?” Grubber questioned once he was cleaned.

Celestia smiled and lifted Grubber up with her magic and floated him towards the tank. “Now, see that gold handle right there?” She asked the hedgehog who nodded slowly. “Just push it down.”

Slowly, but carefully, Grubber reached out a paw and he pressed the handle down. Then he watched as the toilet flushed everything down the drain. Then, as if by magic, the water came back, except it was now crystal clear.
> Bare Bottomed Batponies (Batponies)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Within a day of Fluttershy’s “vacation” in Batponyville coming to an end, Mango decided it was time to do something she’d been putting off for a while: Completing her daughter Echo’s potty training. More specifically, getting Echo trained in how to use the toilet, seeing as the toddler batpony had more or less mastered using her training potty.

Holding Echo by the tail, Mango carried her daughter into the bathroom and carefully set her down. “Alright, Echo,” Mango said as she took a deep breath and steadied her nerves. “A deal’s a deal. Even your father agrees that you’re ready for this next step. It’s time for you to learn how to use the toilet.”

Echo was excited as she gazed up at the great porcelain throne! “Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!” She started buzzing and flapping her wings! “How do me do it, Mommy?! What me gotta do?!”

“Well, first, I have to take off your diaper, obviously,” Mango replied as she trotted towards her daughter. “I know you can do it sometimes, but this time just let Mommy help you.”

Echo cooperated as best she could in her excited state, letting her mom pull down her diaper and set it aside for later. Then, she felt her mom’s hooves take hold of her and lift her up, before eventually placing her down on the toilet seat. Echo shivered at the feeling of cold porcelain against her bare bottom.

Mango couldn’t help but laugh at the display. “Yes, I know it’s probably a little bit cold. But you’ll get used to it. Just try not to wiggle around too much so you don’t fall in.”

Echo obeyed to the best of her ability, trying to get into a comfortable sitting position on the toilet. It hadn’t seemed nearly as big to her when she’d been eyeing it from afar. Her legs practically dangled off the edge, the short distance from the seat to the bathroom floor seemed a lot further than it probably was.

Still, the young batpony filly did eventually manage to get into a position that felt “comfortable” to her. And then she sat there, and sat there, and sat there. She waited and waited, but it seemed like nothing was happening.

All the while, Mango just stood there and kept a watchful eye on her daughter. “Go ahead, just do whatever you have to do,” She encouraged her daughter. “I’ll be right here for you.”

Sighing, Echo just continued to sit there in utter boredom. She wished she had something to do to pass the time, something to occupy her attention and get her mind off things. It was funny, she’d never had this problem with her training potty, mostly because she was only being taken to it when she was sure she had to go. That was a luxury she hadn’t been afforded this time. All she could do was to sit, just sit there and do nothing.





After what felt like several minutes, Echo still hadn’t done anything. But Mango had an idea. She remembered her mother doing something similar with her during her own potty training. Maybe it would work again. The elder batpony trotted over to the nearby bathroom sink, carefully turning a knob on the faucet to get the water flowing.

Echo was surprised as the sound of running water reached her ears.

Mango was quick to explain. “Just focus on the running water and let it  go. Picture a river, or a stream, or a waterfall.”

Echo shut her eyes, deep in concentration as she listened to the running water as it flowed without end. She didn’t even notice her tail starting to hike upward as she did so.

Mango’s ears eventually managed to pick up faint sounds over the flow of running water: A steady hissing and even some plopping that echoed into the bowl below via a series of faintly audible splashes. Satisfied that her little trick had worked, she turned off the faucet and approached her daughter with a smile.

Echo started to become aware of a familiar smell as she opened her eyes. Looking down, she could see the results of her hard work floating in the toilet bowl. “I did it, Mommy! I go potty like you and Daddy!” She cheered as she lifted her hooves over her head!

Mango’s smile grew brighter. “You sure did, Echo! Mommy is very proud of you!” Then she sniffed the air. Even though she’d long gotten used to such odors, it still surprised her just how much stink her daughter could make. “Goodness, what have you been eating?!” She exclaimed with only slight exaggeration! “I think I need to start paying more attention to your diet.” Then she unrolled some toilet paper from a nearby roll, using it to wipe her daughter’s rump until it was clean.

Echo remained seated on the toilet seat as her mom put the used toilet paper rolls into the bowl, then quickly trotted over to the other side of the toilet and pressed down the handle. A loud roar suddenly reached the little batpony’s ears, frightening her so much that she leaped up and flapped her wings to get as high as possible!

Mango laughed as the roar slowly faded. “Sorry. Guess I should’ve warned you about the flush. It can get a bit loud, sometimes.”

Echo, meanwhile, noticed something as her eyes looked down on the toilet from above. The noise had stopped, the “flush” had ended and now everything was sparkling clear once again. “What happened?” She asked as she blinked in confusion. “Where everything go?”

“Down the hole,” Mango explained as she pointed a hoof to a small opening at the bottom of the toilet bowl. “More specifically, the drain. When you flush the toilet, the flush takes everything down the drain and then the water refills. It’s surprisingly efficient, much better than in the old days when trenches and chamber pots had to be emptied manually.”

Curiously, Echo asked her mom. “Can me see it again?” It sounded almost like a magic trick.

“I don’t see why not.” Mango replied and pressed down the handle, flushing the toilet anew.

This time, the loud noise from the start of the flush cycle didn’t startle Echo. And she watched as the waters in the bowl spun around and around, faster and faster. Her eyes watched the whole thing, almost as if she were in a trance. In doing so, the batpony foal felt herself growing dizzy. Without warning, in the midst of the flush cycle, Echo lost her grip on the ceiling where she’d been hovering and fell into the bowl with a splash!





Mango immediately ran to the toilet, horrified and fearing the worst! “Echo!” She cried as she tried to peer down into the toilet bowl for any sign of her daughter. “Echo! Can you hear me?! Are you okay?!” There seemed to be no trace of her daughter anywhere!

But suddenly, Echo popped up in the bowl, soaking wet but unharmed. “I fine, Momma. Me just got dizzy, that’s all.”

Mango immediately fished her daughter out of the toilet bowl and set her down on the floor. “Oh, Echo, thank Luna you’re alright! I thought for sure you’d gone down the drain! How would I ever explain that to your father?”

“But if water come back after going down the drain, why can’t me come back too?” Echo wondered. “Why only water come back when toilet flush?”

Mango shrugged her hooves. “I really don’t know, Echo. All I know is that only water comes back after each flush, nothing else. And for a moment there, I feared that included you. From now on, please promise me you’ll be more careful when flushing the toilet,” Then she wrinkled her nose. “But for now, I better give you a bath.”

Echo blinked in surprise. “A bath? Why me need a bath? I already wet.”

“The toilet is not a bathtub. Toilet water is not clean,” Mango groaned as she picked up her daughter by the tail and trotted over to the bathtub. “Just because Batequestria has what’s called potty pools for us batponies to stop and do our business, doesn’t mean that those pools are for bathing or for swimming. They’re solely for waste management, nothing more. And you are not waste, therefore you do not belong in a toilet. I can’t risk you getting sick.”
> A Different Kind of Dance (Sapphire Shores)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sapphire Shores always insisted that, from a young age, she just knew she was going to be a dance and music star. She even claimed that her love of the performing arts was what had gotten her cutie mark, and had started her on that fateful path to becoming the first ever pony of pop. In fact, the Queen of Pop according to some (or at least, that had been the case until a certain countess pony had come along, only for said ‘countess’ to subsequently be toppled by a pony called Songbird Serenade).

What nopony really knew, let alone suspected (and what Sapphire was quite certain she would take to her grave) was that her dancing talents and love of performance had started much earlier than when she was a blank flank filly of school age. It in fact stemmed back to when she had been just a little pony, back when she was just Sapphire.

Sapphire’s parents were themselves musicians of relatively modest talent. They recorded songs and released albums on occasion, enough to make a decent living for themselves and their only child in the city of Canterlot. They’d even managed to set up their own little recording studio within their house, and almost from the time their daughter was old enough to speak they’d occasionally let her join in on some of their sessions.

Of course, often times the sessions would start or end the same way: Sapphire coming to her parents with a need to be changed. And either her mother or her father would take a break from the recording to carry out the task.

And so it went on for quite some time, until at last both Mr. and Mrs. Shores agreed that their daughter needed to be taught how to take care of her need to relieve herself without the aid of diapers. In other words, the parents decided that they would have to potty train their little Sapphire.

Naturally, that brought up the issue of how best to get Sapphire to cooperate. How best to convince her that using a bathroom instead of her diapers was a good thing, and something that all ponies her age learned how to do.

The answer and the solution came in the most unexpected of ways, but in a way that both parents felt was natural and wise. And it all started with a little “dance” that Sapphire would sometimes do whenever she had to go potty, more often number one than number two. But it was a “dance” all the same.

One day, Mr. Shores, by chance, happened to be alone with his only child when he noticed a familiar troubled expression upon her face. As if on cue, little Sapphire started twitching and hopping up and down on her legs. Mr. Shores just smiled as he looked down at his daughter. “Sapphire,” He asked in plain, gentle and soft-spoken terms. “Do you have to go potty?”

“Y-yeah.” Sapphire nodded back as she kept prancing in place.

Mr. Shores bent down and extended a hoof to his daughter. “Well then, come with me and I’ll teach you something. What you’re going through right now is a little something called The Potty Dance. It’s a very special kind of dance, and there’s a whole bunch of steps to it besides what you’re just doing now. Steps that must be completed if you don’t want to suffer an accident.”





Soon, father and daughter were trotting into the bathroom, Mr. Shores shutting the bathroom door behind him so as to give the two privacy.

“Okay then, sweetie,” Mr. Shores spoke up, amazed that his daughter could hold it for so long (He figured he would probably need to have another talk with her at some point about the dangers of holding it for too long). “You ready to learn how to do The Potty Dance in full? If you can get it down, you’ll be pottying like a pro.”

Sapphire was deep in concentration, her face starting to turn red as a result. But she still managed to force out. “I… r-ready.”

Mr. Shores nodded. “Alright. Let’s get that diaper out of the way first. It obstructs your movements and prohibits you from mastering the dance as intended,” Using his hooves, he pulled his daughter’s diaper down and delicately placed it on the bathroom floor for later. “Good. Now, just watch and repeat what I do. It’s really quite simple.” He proceeded to demonstrate a series of “steps” that brought him closer and closer to what appeared to be a trench of some kind. Although, maybe trench wasn’t the right word considering it had some kind of box shaped object surrounding it, and a strange colored tile nearby.

Still, Sapphire watched, and trying her best to copy her father, she waddled towards the trench like area. When she was close, she felt herself be taken by the hoof while her father “corrected” her movements to line her up with the trench proper (as Sapphire could now see that water appeared to be flowing underneath it for some reason).

“Now, just lift your tail, stand still, and let it all flow,” Mr. Shores instructed. “Then there’s just a few more steps left before you’ll have learned the full dance.”

Sapphire had a pretty good idea of what her dad meant by letting it “flow”, especially considering what she’d been putting all her effort into doing up to this point. As if on cue, her tail hiked upwards. Standing in position, she could feel something coming out of her, almost like a hose or a running faucet. And soon it was over.

“See? Easy, isn’t it?” Mr. Shores chuckled as he then stepped onto the colored tile. “And now I just step on this, and it all goes away. Nothing left for you to do but to clean up.”

“How I do that?” Sapphire wondered as she remained standing in place.

Mr. Shores pointed a hoof. “Do you see that little nozzle object over there?” When his daughter looked, saw said object and nodded, Mr. Shores explained. “Well, you just trot over there and pick it up. That’s what you use to clean yourself up. Don’t worry, I’ll be over there in a minute to help you use it. And after you do that, The Potty Dance is complete. It’s just a matter of repeating it every time you have to go.”
> Apple Style (Big Sugar)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Autumn Glory (better known as Big Sugar to his friends due to his similarities to his parents, at least in terms of physical appearance) had more or less accepted the idea of potty training when he was told he was finally old enough for it. Despite some initial confusion about how his Auntie Applejack had originally not been particularly keen on using potties or toilets, he quickly grasped the overall concept and what was expected of him.

The outhouse training, as was tradition for every member of the Apple family, actually went pretty smoothly. Despite the fact that Sweet Apple Acres had long since gotten indoor plumbing inside the farmhouse, the outhouse was kept on hoof both because of Granny Smith’s insistence (she was always going on about how it had been with her family from the day they’d built the barn) and in case of “emergencies” whenever ponies were working in the fields.

Like his father before him, Big Macintosh led his son along to the outhouse and explained everything to the best of his ability while doing so. “You just gotta learn to feel the rhythm of nature as flows through your body, that’s how you’ll learn when you have to go pee pee or poo poo,” He told his son. “And when you do, you just come get me, your ma, or your Aunt Applejack and we’ll help you do your business. Don’t be ashamed if ya don’t get it right away, no sense tryin’ to rush it. Everypony learns at their own pace, after all.”

“Okay, Pa,” Big Sugar agreed as he was brought to the outhouse and escorted inside, soon spotting the large pit at the back of it. He gulped a bit even though he tried not to show outwardly that he was afraid. “So, I just gotta stand over… that until I… go?” He asked.

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said with a smile and took off his son’s diaper. “Don’t worry, I’ll help ya get into the right position. Then you just let nature do the rest.”

Big Sugar cooperated, and it wasn’t long before he was using the outhouse like a pro. His progress coming as quite a surprise to his father, he’d been expecting a repeat of the difficulties his parents had faced in training him (Apple Bloom had been the only sibling who hadn’t had any real difficulty when it came to potty or toilet usage).

Sugar Belle, for her part, just smiled and winked. “I told you things would go much more smoothly this time.” She told her husband as she couldn’t resist bragging a bit. She’d prided herself on being a pretty quick learner in potty training, and it seemed her son was much the same.

It wasn’t long before Big Sugar proved ready to take the next step in his training: Transitioning to the indoor toilet. It was hoped that he would master it just as quickly as he had mastered using the outhouse.

However, before the training could begin in earnest, an unfortunate tragedy befell the Apple family. It happened quite suddenly, catching everypony by surprise even if they probably should’ve anticipated such an eventually. Granny Smith died. She didn’t even really take ill. But one day, seemingly out of the blue, her strength failed her and she was confined to bed. Only a few days later, she breathed her last and was buried beneath the tree that had grown from the seeds her son and his wife had planted all those years ago.

Everypony was devastated by this development, but Big Sugar took it especially hard since it seemed to him like he had barely gotten to know his great grandmother.

Naturally, with the Apple family distracted by grief and mourning, somethings began to slip through the cracks. Big Sugar’s toilet training was one of them. His parents didn’t seem to truly make an effort to get him to go on the toilet, or even just to the outhouse which he had mastered so easily just months prior.





“Pa.” Big Sugar spoke up one day almost three months to the day of Granny Smith’s death.

“What is it, son?” Big Mac asked. Was it supposed to be his turn to watch the kid? He couldn’t remember, so distracted was he as the more or less family head now.

Big Sugar whimpered and crossed his legs. “I have to go potty! Like really bad!”

“Oh, you do?!” Big Mac exclaimed as he looked up and saw the distress on his son’s face. “Well, why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?!” He hurriedly took his son by the hoof! “Come on! Let’s get you to the toilet!” Now more than anything he wished he could teleport like his wife could do on occasion. It would make situations like these so much easier.

Father and son raced through the farmhouse, the stallion cursing under his breath that there was only one indoor bathroom and therefore only one toilet. It had never been a problem before, but now it seemed it was becoming a real issue. Why hadn’t he tried to talk Granny Smith into getting at least one more toilet built?

Well, those were thoughts for another time and place as Big Macintosh finally approached the lone indoor bathroom in the farm house. “Well… we’re here…” He panted, nearly out of breath.

Unfortunately, Big Sugar whimpered anew as he looked down at himself and sniffled. “Pa, I didn’t make it! I’m sorry!”

A quick look at the colt’s diaper indicated a clearly visible stain, and a familiar stench began to permeate the area.

Big Mac sighed. “It’s alright. You couldn’t help it. At least you tried to make it in time. Guess we’d better get you changed,” He took his son by the hoof. “Come on, let’s go back to your nursery and get you into a fresh diaper.”

“Am I gonna get another stormy cloud on my potty chart?” Big Sugar asked his dad as he was led away to be changed.

The stallion sighed anew. “I’ll talk it over with your ma and see what she thinks. How’s that, junior?”

Big Sugar smiled, feeling slightly better about the whole ordeal now that he had the slightest hint of reassurance that he might not be punished for his accident.





The very next day, Applejack could be heard voicing her displeasure of her nephew’s progress in his toilet training. And she made it clear in no uncertain terms as she lectured at length to his parents. “This has gone on for long enough!” She declared with narrowed and slanted eyebrows. “At this rate, he’s gonna be the only foal in his class, maybe the entire kingdom, who still wears diapers! He’s gonna grow up teased and bullied for the rest of his life because he can’t use a toilet like a proper pony!”

“But Applejack…” Big Macintosh tried to reason with his sister.

Applejack stomped a hoof down. “-But nothin’! I know we’ve all been distracted since Granny Smith died, but if she were here right now she’d agree with me that enough is enough! Bad enough we had one pony in this family who took forever to learn how to use toilets, ain’t no reason in the wide world of Equestria why we gotta let history repeat itself! You two need to start doin’ a better job at enforcin’ potty time, it’s the only way he’s ever gonna stop havin’ so many accidents!”

Sugar Belle’s lips quivered as she nervously protested. “Applejack, you all of ponies should know what it’s like to be a slow learner. I heard that story about how you didn’t learn how to use a toilet until you were in school, and you had to pick up bits and pieces from other ponies. Surely, you can relate. Big Sugar’s not like you when you were his age. He’s not a potty rebel. He’s just having a hard time adjusting, that’s all.”

Applejack wasn’t convinced for a second. “I ain’t proud of the fact that I had to learn toilet usage far later than I should’ve. Far as I’m concerned, that was one of the stupidest things I ever did when I was a youngin’! I’ll be darned if I let Big Sugar fall into the same trap! If he’s ever gonna learn to stop havin’ accidents in his diaper, he’s gotta learn here and now! And if you two ain’t gonna teach him properly, then I guess I’ll have to do it! And I ain’t doin’ for him what Ma and Pa did for me! He’s not gonna be so lucky!”

“You really think you can get through to him and get him to start using the toilet like he’s supposed to?” Sugar Belle asked with concern. “I don’t want him to feel like he’s being pressured into giving up his diapers, or that he’s being punished for things he can’t control. He knows how to use the outhouse. Isn’t that good enough?”

Big Macintosh shook his head. “Not if we want him to go to school. They may not exactly have toilets like the one we got here at the farmhouse, but they’re not the same as usin’ an outhouse. Besides, he’s gotta be able to learn how to tell when he has to go. Applejack’s right,” He told his wife. “Our son’s been in diapers for long enough. We let things slip away from us ‘cause of Granny Smith. But we can’t keep usin’ that as an excuse.”

Applejack smiled. “See, Sugar Belle? Big Mac agrees with me.”

Sugar Belle reluctantly replied. “Seems I’m out voted. Just please don’t be too hard on him. I don’t want him to hate the process.”

Applejack only replied. “You just leave him to me. I’ll set him straight and see to it that he starts usin’ the toilet like he’s supposed to.”





A little later, Applejack trotted into her nephew’s nursery and locked eyes with the colt. “Hey, Big Sugar,” She spoke up. “You got time to listen to your Auntie Applejack?”

Big Sugar nodded. “Uh-huh.” He suspected nothing.

Applejack took a deep breath and steadied herself in preparation for what she was about to do. “Listen, sugarcube, I know you’re probably not doin’ what you’re doin’ on purpose. I know you wanna be a big pony like your ma and pa, and like your Aunt Apple Bloom and I.”

Big Sugar nodded again. “Uh-huh, wanna be big pony.”

The farm mare then replied in a serious, straight tone of voice. “Then it’s time for you to stop slackin’ off. You gotta start learnin’ how to use the toilet like you’re supposed to. You should know by now when you have to go, and there’s plenty of grown-ups around to help ya out. So there ain’t no reason why ya should be havin’ so many accidents,” She gestured a hoof to a small calendar nearby. “Just look at your potty chart. When’s the last time it wasn’t filled up with storm clouds and frowny faces?”

The little colt whimpered. “Sorry, Auntie Applejack.”

Applejack took another deep breath. “Listen, I know what you’re goin’ through. I wasn’t exactly keen on usin’ toilets or potties, and Granny Smith told you why. I put off learnin’ how to use a toilet for as long as I could ‘cause I felt it wasn’t fair that I had to be boxed in like sheep or cattle. But eventually, I started realizin’ that was just ‘cause I wasn’t focusin’ on the signals my body was tellin’ me. If I’d just paid attention to ‘em, I’d know when I had to go and when I didn’t. Instead, I had to practically learn from scratch how ponies are supposed to take care of their business, instead of doin’ it doggy style.”

The cold said nothing as he recalled that story.

Applejack then told her nephew. “So you gotta promise me that, from now on, you’ll start makin’ far more of an effort to make it to the bathroom in time to use the toilet. You’ll start payin’ more attention to the signals your body’s givin’ you, so you’ll know when it’s time to go. If you can do that and can get good at not havin’ accidents, I’ll talk with your folks about lettin’ ya be bottomless around the house. And I’ll see about askin’ your Aunt Apple Bloom about lettin’ ya help her make zap apple jam. But that’s only if you can fill up your potty chart with smiley faces and gold stars, understand?”

“Yes, Auntie Applejack,” Big Sugar agreed, before asking. “Can you help me? I think I have to go potty.”

The farm mare smiled, taking her nephew by the hoof. “‘Course I can help ya, sugarcube. Come on, let’s go!” She led him down the hall to the bathroom, soon ushering him inside and pulling down his diaper while she helped him onto the toilet seat. “Okay, you know what to do now.” She told him and turned her head so as to give him some privacy.

Big Sugar sat down on the toilet seat for what felt like ages. He was so sure he had to go, but it felt like nothing was coming out. Had he misread his body’s signals somehow? “Auntie Applejack?” He asked again as he sat there, his legs dangling off the seat (which made him feel rather small).

Without turning around, Applejack replied. “What is it, nephew?”

Sheepishly, the colt asked. “How’d you learn how to use a toilet if your parents had to teach you how to go potty like a farm dog?”

The farm mare sighed. Ever since Granny Smith had mentioned that story, she’d had dreaded having to tell it to anypony who didn’t already remember it. But seeing as she figured telling it might help to pass the time and keep her nephew’s mind focused on things other than his current lack of potty training progress, she reluctantly decided to share the story anyway. “Well, as long as you don’t go repeatin’ it to everypony you know, I’ll tell you,” She tried to recall the long suppressed memories to the best of her ability. “It’s like Granny Smith said, I had to pick it up once I started goin’ to school.”





Applejack’s mind started flashing back to when she had been just a blank flank filly, attending school at the one room schoolhouse in Ponyville like all foals her age did. Unsurprisingly, every one of her classmates was also bottomless, including a unicorn filly with a pristine white coat who was named Rarity.

However, it wasn’t long before Applejack started running into a problem at school. A problem that none of her classmates seemed to have.

The farm filly hadn’t thought anything of the fact that there was no designated “potty time” at school (or in her case “walkie time”). After all, that’s what those strange, wooden things called “passes” were for. There was just one problem, the “passes” were solely for the school’s bathrooms: Those new fangled flush lavatories in an enclosed shed split down the middle: One side for colts and one side for fillies.

When Applejack attempted to use one of the “passes” to take care of her business, she was found out by the classroom teacher, Miss Harshwhinny (this was years before she would leave Ponyville and education to pursue a luxurious job as part of the Equestria Games Commission). The much bigger (and stronger) earth pony mare had picked the farm filly up by the neck after spotting her near the bushes by chance. “And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

Applejack just bluntly replied. “I’m goin’ to the bathroom.”

Miss. Harshwhinny glared at the youngster. “I know you live on a farm, but I thought you were raised better than that. We do not simply ‘fertilze the soil’ and answer nature’s call in nature itself. The bathrooms exist for a reason, and all students are expected to use them.”

Applejack stuck out her tongue. “They’re just silly and a waste of time. I never use a toilet at home, I’ve always done it like this. Ma, Pa and Granny don’t seem to mind, and they say it’s good for the soil.” She puffed out her chest, feeling quite proud of her logic and reasoning.

The teacher simply scowled and snapped. “Well, you can be sure I’ll be having a talk with your parents about this. I don’t care what they let you do at home, while you are here at school you are only to go to the bathroom in the designated place. That is what the bathroom passes are for. Either that, or you’ll just have to hold it until you can go back home. There is nothing wrong with toilets, everypony uses them. We even installed the simpler squat moddle specifically because they are easier to use and easier to maintain.”

And that was the first and last time Applejack ever tried to go potty doggy style while at school. But of course, trying to hold it in wasn’t a viable alternative. Just the day after being caught by Miss. Harshwhinny for not using the bathroom properly, she ended up having an accident on the classroom floor right in the middle of class. Thank Celestia the floor was stuffed with straw.





Applejack was absent from school for the next several days after that. Denied her tried and true method for relieving herself, and unwilling to commit to using toilets or even a chamber pot, she had to be homeschooled, something her big brother enjoyed teasing her about.

Fortunately, help was to come to the farm filly in the most unlikely of ways: In the form of none other than the unicorn filly herself, Rarity.

By chance, one day, Rarity paid a visit to Sweet Apple Acres. She had found herself drawn to Applejack’s older brother in spite of his chatty ways, and hoped to ask if he might like to hang out with her for a while.

Instead of the chatty colt, however, the young fashionista to be happened to spot Applejack. And the farm filly was looking unusually glum, which was saying a lot considering she was usually so happy and so energetic.

“Whatever is the matter, Applejack?” Rarity inquired of the earth pony filly, trying to speak in that cultivated “sophisticated” voice of hers that she’d read about. “You haven’t been back to school for almost a week now.”

Applejack just frowned. “School is stupid! They expect me to go against my trainin’ and go potty in that gussied up outhouse with all them new fangled toilets! I don’t see why I should have to use them, unless I wanna be stuck standin’ over ‘em until I either do somethin’ or somepony says I can move again. My way works just fine, it ain’t my fault if the teacher doesn’t like it.” And she humphed, blowing a bit of steam from her nostrils.

Rarity’s response was to throw back her head and laugh hysterically. “Oh, is that all? Applejack, you’re really making too much of a fuss about it. There’s nothing wrong with toilets.”

The farm filly arched an eyebrow upward. “Really? My folks, my brother and my granny are all fine with just an old outhouse. No need to upgrade. Pa says the outhouse has been in the family since the farm’s foundin’.”

The young unicorn simply insisted. “Oh, but I think you’ll find that toilets are a much more fashionable and efficient way of taking care of one’s bodily needs. And you won’t have to do it doggy style all the time either,” She looked the farm filly deep in the eyes. “Surely, it can’t hurt to try. You do wanna be able to go back to school, don’t you?”

Applejack found herself agreeing with such an argument, if only so her big brother would stop making fun of her for not going there. She wasn’t really sure what it was Rarity was going to do, though. “If you really want me to try, I guess I will try. But there’s a reason why I don’t like usin’ a toilet or anythin’ else to do my business. It’s got nothin’ to do with what they are, I just don’t like bein’ trapped like some animal in its pen.”

Rarity waved a hoof. “It barely takes any time at all to use a toilet, provided you use it properly,” And she grabbed her fellow filly by the hoof. “Come on. My parents finally installed a flush toilet at my house,” Then she grumbled as she muttered. “Unfortunately, they built it into the same old outhouse we had before instead of moving it indoors where it would be so much easier to access. Even so, it beats having to depend on musty old chamber pots.”





After getting permission from Applejack’s parents to have Applejack “hang out” at her house, Rarity happily led the farm filly along, until finally stopping before a small, neglected looking shack with a crescent moon carved into its door.

“Don’t let the outside fool you,” Rarity boasted as she pushed the door open and led Applejack inside. “Behold: The wonders of indoor plumbing, the latest in lifestyle improvement!” She gestured a hoof to a small, elevated trench with gleaming silver pipes connected to it. “This is a genuine flush toilet! Well worth the expense Mother and Father paid to have one installed,” Then she sheepishly added. “Even if I’m really the only one who uses it. They seem quite content with their old chamber pots.”

Applejack trotted over, looking at the toilet. It was really nothing more than a boxed in trench with water flowing underneath it. “So, what?” She blinked as she asked the unicorn. “I just go in that?”

Rarity nodded. “Correct, Applejack. It’s not unlike if you were using the outhouse on your family’s farm. The only difference is that there’s no need to constantly empty it out. A toilet takes care of the disposal process entirely. Watch! I just step on this pedal here,” She stepped onto a colored pedal near the trench, causing a roar to ring out and the waters of the toilet began to recede. “And viola, it empties itself: No mess, no fuss.”

The farm filly gulped as she eyed the strange contraption. It had been tough enough being asked to wander all the way to the outhouse on the farm, or stumble onto a chamber pot inside. Now, she was being asked to “go” into something supposedly more modern.

“I know what you must be thinking,” Rarity commented as she approached Applejack. “It seems so daunting. But really, the only daunting part is getting to it in time. And once you learn to identify the signals your body makes, making it on time is never an issue.”

Applejack snorted. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve got your fancy little horn that you can use to teleport wherever you want.”

But the unicorn proudly shook her head. “Oh no, I don’t have anywhere near that kind of magical mystery. I have learned much like earth ponies have learned, you simply need to learn the signals. That’s how you’ll know when it’s potty time.”

“Okay, so I just stand over this thing until I go,” Applejack realized. “Then what? How do I clean up?”

“Well, supposedly, there’s something called toilet paper that you use,” Rarity explained. “But Mother and Father were talked into using something more ‘hygenic’, at least for non-magic users,” She gestured a hoof to what looked like a shower nozzle attached to a hose. “You simply use that to clean your… rump as it were. And of course, when you are all done, you just step on the pedal. It’s called a flush. Just be careful not to accidentally dip your tail down, or else it’ll get caught in the flush cycle and then you’ll really be stuck.”

The farm mare (who was now standing over the toilet in a vaguely familiar position) was still uncertain. “I don’t know, Rarity. It all sounds so complicated.”

Rarity just smiled. “I think not. After all, you just did it already. You’ve been so distracted talking to me, you haven’t even noticed yet.”

Sure enough, when Applejack looked down, she saw that she had indeed used the flush toilet. It had been quicker than she had ever anticipated. “Wow! That was… actually pretty easy.”

Rarity nodded. “Indeed. With enough practice, it’ll become routine. And as long as you remember what I’ve taught you, you’ll never have to do your business like a dog ever again. You’ll be able to go to school, and nopony will ever make fun of you for not going potty the way you should.”





“And so it was that, thanks to Rarity’s help, I slowly but surely mastered toilet usage,” Applejack explained to her nephew as the flashback ended. Then she snickered. “In fact, I was actually toilet trained before my brother. He had to re-learn much like I did when he went to school. And of course, we had to learn again when we finally got an indoor throne style toilet built,” She then told the colt. “So, if even a pony like me can learn how to go potty the right way, I reckon you can too.”

But just as the colt was ready to give up, he felt something move inside of him. Next thing he knew, his tail hiked upwards and then there came a series of splashes. “I… I did it!” He exclaimed when he was all done!

Applejack turned around and smiled, clapping her hooves in approval. “Ya sure did, Big Sugar! Wait ‘til I tell your parents, they’re gonna be so proud of ya!”

“Do I get a gold star on my potty chart?” Big Sugar asked. 

“That will be up to yer ma and pa, sugarcube,” Applejack replied as she pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll and used it to clean the proud colt's flanks before tossing it into the toilet. “But there's one thing y’all can do.”

“What is it?” Big Sugar wondered as he was lifted him off the toilet seat.

“You can flush the big pony potty,” Applejack answered she brought him to the silver handle on the upper left side of the tank. “Go ahead, flush it down!”

With a huge smile on his face, Big Sugar placed a hoof on the handle and pressed it down, causing the toilet to flush. He watched everything in the bowl spun around before being sucked down through the hole at the very bottom. Then the rest of the water swirls down the drain and disappeared. Moments later, it came back, being crystal clear again.
> Kicking, Seeking and Training (Cloud Kicker)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been almost seven months since Fleetfoot, Spitfire and Soarin started their potty training. It did started out rocky when there was a mishap with Soarin, (in which the pie loving pegasus accidentally flushed himself down the toilet in front of everypony. Fortunately, he’d soon been rescued and after that there were no more mishaps). Despite this, Rainbow Dash was amazed to discover that her foal sized idols proved to be pretty fast learners. Because of this, they’d already managed to graduate from diapers and enter the pull-ups stage. They still had a few accidents from time to time, but she didn't mind. As long as they remember to notified her that they had to go potty, she knew that they would fully master toilet usage in no time.

It took the trio of foal sized Wonderbolts awhile to get used to sitting on the toilet the right way, but they did eventually manage to get it down. With each successful trip to the bathroom, they would always watch the toilet flush (they took turns using it). Ever since they first saw the flush in action, it became their favorite part (even for Soarin despite what had happened to him the first time).

Then one day by chance, Fleetfoot, Spitfire and Soarin happened to befriend a pegasus filly named Cloud Kicker during a trip to Cloudsdale. She was in potty training too, but she wasn't quite as far along as they were as evidenced by the diaper she wore on her flanks. Still, the Wonderbolt foals didn’t mind and they happily invited Cloud Kicker for sleepovers on many occasions.

One evening, the four foals were having a sleepover with Scootaloo (who was surprised to discover that her honorary sister's idols were friends with Cloud Kicker) at Rainbow Dash's house. During a game of hide-and-seek, Soarin (who was trying to find a place to hide) suddenly felt an urge in his lower body. Reacting fast, he went off to find the speedstar mare. Luckly, he found her in the living room of her house, reading one of her Daring Do book. “Dashie?” He called.

Rainbow Dash looked up from her book. “Yes, Soarin?” She asked.

“I gotta go potty.” The pie loving colt whimpered while doing a little dance.

Rainbow Dash set her book down on a nearby table. “Okay, hop aboard the potty express, and let’s go!” She beamed before picking up Soarin. She then flew off to her bedroom and entered her master bathroom.

Rainbow Dash’s master bathroom was as extravagant as the rest of her house: The floor consisted mainly of clouds. It was also spacious with all the modern day plumbing fixtures in a bright blue color. On the left side was a bathtub resting in the corner. Next to it was a separate walk-in shower which had a Wonderbolts themed bath curtain, and a lone rain cloud instead of a shower head. On the right side, there were two sinks resting on a countertop, with a wide looking vanity mirror mounted on the wall. And resting in the corner was the almighty porcelain throne .

To Soarin, the toilet was what really stood out about Rainbow Dash’s master bathroom. The bowl was embossed and decorated in two shades of blue and gold. The tank was blight blue and had a shiny, gold, lightning bolt shaped flush handle on the upper left side. Also, both the round seat and the lid were made from soft, fluffy clouds.

After the pie loving colt had taken off his pull-up, he flapped his wings and lifted himself off the ground before landing on the toilet. He then sat down on the cloud toilet seat (which was custom made so that both the cyan coated speedstar pegasus and her foal sized idols could use it, as could Scootaloo). It was soft, comfortable and cool against his rump, which was hovering over the bowl while his hind legs dangled over the edge. Once he made himself comfortable, he closed his eyes, deep in concentration.





Meanwhile, it hadn't take Cloud Kicker long to find Fleetfoot and Spitfire. And so they now were wandering aimlessly through Rainbow Dash's cloud house, looking for Soarin so the game could end (They had no way to know he was with Rainbow Dash). During the search, the pegasus mare with a yellow mane and tail came to a sudden stop, causing Spitfire and Fleetfoot to bump into her.

Spitfire peeked out from behind Cloud Kicker as best she could, trying to see what the little filly could see. “Why did you stop for?” She asked her friend who was leading the search..

“Did you find Soarin already?” Fleetfoot questioned.

Cloud Kicker shook her head and explained to her fellow foals. “No. But I think I know where to start looking for him.” She then pointed a hoof at a door that was wide open.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot eyed the door, and their little hearts began to fill with dread and a sense of nervousness. The door was vaguely familiar to them. It led to a place that they were not allowed to enter without a grown-up: The bathroom.
“Uh, Cloudy,” Spitfire nervously spoke up. “Are you sure we should go in... there?”

“We have to! Soarin might be in there!” Cloud Kicker insisted, being quite serious.

Fleetfoot shuddered, shook and shivered. “But you know we're not supposed to go in there. We could get into big trouble.”

Cloud Kicker wasn't deterred for a second. “Look, you promised to help me, didn't you?”

Spitfire sighed. She always hated it when Cloud Kicker did things like this. “You're right, we did,” And she reluctantly looked to Fleetfoot. “I guess we have no choice.”

“Okay, but let's make it quick.” Fleetfoot insisted. “I don't wanna get into trouble.”

“Me either!” Spitfire nodded in agreement.

“Don't worry,” Cloud Kicker advised the two friends. “We'll be in and out of there before anypony ever finds out.” And then she fearlessly marched towards the door to main bathroom with her fellow foals nervously following right behind her.





“I don't see Soarin anywhere in here, Cloudy,” Fleetfoot spoke up as she, Spitfire and Cloud Kicker were searching the main bathroom. “Maybe we should go look somewhere else?”

But Cloud Kicker didn't answer, a bright blue colored object had commanded her attention due to.its unusual shape: It looked like a chair of some kind since it was so tall, the bottom part of it appeared to be anchored to the floor and was shaped like a bowl. The upper part had a wide looking tank with a gold, lightning bolt shaped handle on the upper left side.

“We have to check that... that... thing out!” Cloud Kicker stubbornly insisted as her eyes saw signs of her fellow foals looking ready to back out of this whole ordeal.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot stood there for a moment in silent uncertainty. They weren't sure what they should do in a situation like this. They knew what the object was, but they were too scared of being caught to tell their friend what it was.

“I don't know, Cloudy.” Fleetfoot gulped.

Spitfire nodded in agreement. “I don't think Soarin is in there.”

Did those pleas stop Cloud Kicker? Not even for one second! “You girls don't know for sure! Soarin could be in there, or there could even be a clue as to where he went!” She declared, puffing out her chest. “I'm gonna find out one way or another!” Then she stood up, flew up and landed on the object.

Soon, Cloud Kicker was looking down from her new vantage point. She saw something that made her little eyes go wide with both wonder and amazement! Inside the object was crystal clear water and a round hole at the bottom. Still, there didn't seem to be any sign of Soarin anywhere in it. As fascinating as this discovery was, she knew it wasn't what she was looking for.

Yet it was then that Cloud Kicker's wandering eyes became transfixed on the gold lightning bolt shaped handle on the upper left side of the tank. What was it for? What was its connection to all the other parts to this strange device she was standing on? Well, for a curious little one like her, there was only one way to find out.

“Cloudy, no!” Fleetfoot nervously pleaded upon seeing the pegasus with the light yellow colored mane and tail reaching out her front hooves towards the handle.

“Don't do it!” Spitfire demanded, remembering what had happened with Soarin.

But Cloud Kicker wasn't listening. Standing on her hind legs, she continue to carefully and delicately reach out her front hooves until she was able to grab the handle firmly. When she was certain she had a good grip on it, she pulled on it as hard as she could.

FWOOSH!

Without warning, there was a thunderous roar and Cloud Kicker saw the water in the bowl starting to move! It appeared to have a spinning motion to it, a motion that was dizzying to look at! And it only got faster as the seconds passed! Then there was trouble! As soon as the filly let go of the handle, she suddenly lost her balance! “Yipe!” She gasped before falling into the bowl below with a splash!

“CLOUDY!” Spitfire and Fleetfoot cried and quickly flew over! They could see their friend spinning around with the water, powerless to escape the raging whirlpool!

“HELP!” Cloud Kicker screamed in horror as the rapidly spinning water started going down, taking her along with it! 

But there was nothing either Spitfire or Fleetfoot could do, they were frozen with fear! The two foal sized Wonderbolts could only watch in horror as Cloud Kicker was sucked down into the hole at the bottom of the bowl. They were sure she was going to disappear, just like Soarin had when he had first flushed the toilet! But much to their surprise, Cloud Kicker didn't go down the drain! Instead, she came to a sudden stop with her tail and hind legs in the drain. Her entire body was soaking wet, but she was unharmed, albeit wedged in uncomfortably at the bottom of the toilet

Just then, Scootaloo entered the bathroom. She was puzzled to see two of her honorary sister's idols inside, looking down into the toilet. “Spitfire? Fleetfoot? What are you two doing in here? You know you’re not supposed to be in here, right?”

Before either Spitfire or Fleetfoot could answer, Cloud Kicker shouted again! “HELP!”

Upon hearing Cloud Kicker's voice, Scootaloo rushed over to the porcelain throne and gasped when she saw the clearly scared filly was stuck in the hole at the bottom of the bowl. Luckly, she knew what to do. Since she, Spitfire and Fleetfoot were not strong enough to pull Cloud Kicker out by themselves, she had to find Rainbow Dash. After telling the two foal sized Wonderbolts to keep an eye on their friend, she ran off as fast as she could.





Meanwhile, inside Rainbow Dash's master bathroom, Soarin was still sitting on the porcelain throne. He imagined himself on a long flight. After about a minute or two, his floodgates opened and his tail hike upward before he heard a series of splashes beneath him. The smell that came afterward left little doubts as to what he’d done.

“Way to go, Soarin!” Rainbow Dash cheered once the colt was done. She then cleaned his flanks with some toilet paper before tossing it into the toilet. “Now you know what come next, right?” She asked him.

“I gotta flush the toilet!” Soarin proudly declared. Ever since he and his fellow Wonderbolts had started their potty training, he’d found the flush to be like a really fascinating magic trick. In fact, it was his favorite part about using the toilet. Flapping his wings again, he flew up to the gold lightning bolt shaped handle which was attached to the upper left side of the tank. Using both his front hooves, he pressed it down.

With a thunderous roar, the toilet began to flush and the pie loving pegasus watched as the water started to spin around and around. Faster and faster it went before becoming a dizzying whirlpool which sucked everything down through the hole at the bottom. Then he saw the water swirl down the drain and disappear, causing the toilet to gurgle a few times before it all came back, being crystal clear once more.

After Soarin came down and put his pull-up back on. Rainbow Dash helped him with washing his hooves (she also washed her own hooves, just to be safe) before taking him out of her master bathroom. Just as they exited her bedroom, they suddenly saw Scootaloo rushing towards them. The look on her face made it clear that something was wrong.

“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo called. “We got trouble!”

“What's wrong, squirt?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“It's Cloud Kicker! Come on!” Scootaloo cried ran off again with her honorary sister and the little colt following right behind her.

When the three pegasi reached the main bathroom, Rainbow Dash turned on the lights and saw Spitfire and Fleetfoot near the toilet. “What's going on here?!” She demanded. “What are you fillies doing near the toilet?!”

“HELP!” Cloud Kicker called at the top of her lungs. “GET ME OUT OF THIS THING! IT TRIED TO EAT ME”

Rainbow Dash quickly trotted over and pulled Cloud Kicker out of the bowl while Soarin went next to his fellow foal sized Wonderbolts. “It's okay, Cloud Kicker. You're safe now,” Rainbow told the soaking wet filly after placing her onto some prepared towels. She then couldn't help but chuckle. “And you weren't in any real danger.”

“Really?” Cloud Kicker asked.

“Yup.” Scootaloo nodded. “There's no such thing as a pony eating toilet.”

“Toilet?” Cloud Kicker blinked in confusion since she never heard such a word before.

“All the big ponies use one when they no longer need to wear diapers,” Fleetfoot proudly replied. “You know, like how we wear pull-ups and not diapers?”

“But what was with that loud noise the toilet made?” Cloud Kicker questioned while eyeing the plumbing fixture. “And what about the fact that it spun me around and pulled on my tail, dragging me down?”

“The noise is called a flush,” Spitfire explained. “It's how the toilet cleans itself.”

“You must had triggered it when you pressed down on the handle.” Soarin added while pointing a hoof at the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “When the flush started and you fell in, the toilet obviously was trying to take you down the drain,” He sheepishly blushed. “That happened to me the first time I tried it, when I was a lot smaller.”

“And you're too big to go down the drain, Cloudkicker, with or without a diaper,” Rainbow Dash added. “Still, it’s a good thing Scootaloo found you when she did and came to get me. You should know that the bathroom is not a place for foals to wander into by themselves. And the toilet is not something to mess around with.”

Cloud Kicker breathed a much needed sigh of relief upon hearing the news. She then looked up at the cyan coated pegasus with a guilty expression. “I'm sorry, Ms. Dash. I didn't mean to flush the toilet or accidentally almost flush myself. I thought Soarin might have come in here because Spitfire, Fleetfoot and I couldn't find him anywhere else.”

“Yeah,” Fleetfoot added. “We just wanted to help Cloudy look for him because that's what good friends do. Are we in trouble?”

Rainbow Dash smiled and shook her head. “Nah, It's my fault for leaving you three alone without making sure you knew where I was. I at least should’ve had Scootaloo keep an eye on you three,” She then looked at the pie loving colt and added. “I was just helping Soarin go potty.”

Upon hearing this, Cloud Kicker looked to the toilet and suddenly felt something stir inside of her. “Um, Ms. Dash?” She asked, looking a bit sheepish and uncertain.

“What is it, Cloud Kicker?” Rainbow Dash questioned.

“I was just wondering,” Cloud Kicker shuffled her tiny hooves. “Could I… maybe, um...” She tried to think of how best to say what she wanted to say next.

Fortunately, the cyan coated mare was able read the little filly's mind as she trotted up to her with a smile. “Oh? Did you want to try and use the toilet like a big filly? You are getting to that age where you're going to start transitioning away from diapers. No time like the present to start learning”

Cloud Kicker nodded her head. “Uh, yeah. My mom and dad won’t let me do it just yet. I just wanna see what it's like, you know. Be more like my friends. If that's okay with you.”

“Of course it is,” Rainbow Dash replied. “It's great to see you stepping up, learning how to go potty like a big filly.”

Scootaloo nodded in agreement before she suddenly felt her stomach start to rumble ominously, and a pressure build up in her rear. “Speaking of going potty,” She commented with a light blush on her face. “I gotta go!” Then she got an idea. She whispered it quietly to her honorary sister.

“Great idea, Scoots!” The speedstar mare beamed. “And when you’re done, I’ll let Cloud Kicker try it.”

“Sounds good enough for me.” Scootaloo agreed before she and her idol turned to the pegasus with a yellow mane and tail.

“Okay, Cloud Kicker ” Rainbow Dash said to the filly. “Scootaloo is gonna show you how to use the big pony potty. Just watch and you'll see how to do it the right way,” Then to the Wonderbolts she instructed. “The rest of you turn your heads, you already know what to do.”

Flapping her wings, Scootaloo lifted herself off the ground and made her way up onto the toilet (good thing it wasn’t as high off the ground for her or Rainbow Dash as it was for foals) while the trio of foal sized Wonderbolts turned their heads away.

Cloud Kicker remained quiet as she saw the orange coated pegasus sit down firmly on the round, cloud toilet seat. She then noticed Scootaloo’s hind legs. They were dangling over the edge of the bowl. It kinda looked like she was sitting on a chair, except her rear hooves were not touching the floor.

A minute later, Scootaloo opened her floodgates, letting it all out as she tinkled into the bowl. When it came to a stop, she felt her tail hike upward, and within seconds a series of splashes could be heard from inside the toilet. After breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll hanging on the wall and looked down at Cloud Kicker. “See? It’s that easy!” She declared while cleaning her flanks.

“And now for the most important and totally awesome part!” Rainbow Dash told Cloud Kicker as she scooped her up and brought her closer to the porcelain throne while her biggest fan tossed the used toilet paper into the bowl. She then gave Scootaloo the signal. “Okay, Scoots, take it from here.”

The orange coated pegasus nodded before reaching her front hooves and grabbing the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “Watch this!” She boasted and pulled it down, causing the toilet to flush once again.

Cloud Kicker looked down into the bowl and saw the water started to spin around and around. Faster and faster it went before becoming a dizzying whirlpool which sucked everything down through the hole at the bottom, right before her very eyes! Then she saw the water swirl down the drain and disappeared. When it returned, it was crystal clear. As it refilled the bowl, several bubbles rose to the surface before breaking.

Suddenly, something came into the filly’s mind. She looked at the hole at the bottom of the bowl. It did look too small for her to fit into now fully that she thought about it. Plus, she did find the flush to be quite interesting.





“Okay, Cloud Kicker, you ready to try using the big pony potty?” Scootaloo asked after she came back down and stood next to the trio of foal sized Wonderbolts (who were ready to cheer their friend on).

Cloud Kicker nodded, causing Rainbow Dash to take the filly's diaper off and placed her onto the toilet. “Wow!” She commented as her hooves touched the toilet seat. “This seat feels so soft and fluffy.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled as she carefully positioned Cloud Kicker's rump over the bowl. “That’s because this is a special seat made from clouds. I made it so Fleetfoot, Spitfire, Soarin, Scootlaoo and I can all use the toilet without trouble. A normal toilet seat would be too hard for foals to use. Now just sit down, relax and let it all out.”

“You can do it, Cloudy!” Soarin encouraged his friend!

Upon sitting down on the soft, fluffy cloud toilet seat, the filly discovered that her hind legs were dangling over the edge. After about a minute or two, she felt her tail hike upward. Soon, the six pegasi heard a steady tinkling sound and a series of splashes before a familiar smell reached their nostrils.

“I... I... I did it!” Cloud Kicker happily cried!

“YAAAAAAY!” The trio of foal sized Wonderbolts cheered.

“You sure did, Cloud Kicker!” Rainbow Dash replied as she pulled some toilet paper off from the nearby roll and used it to clean the filly's rump before tossing it into the toilet.

“And now for the awesome part!” Soarin declared as the brash speedstar mare lifted Cloud Kicker off the cloud toilet seat and brought her to the gold lightning bolt shaped handle. “You get to flush the toilet!”

With a smile on her face, Cloud Kicker placed a hoof on the handle and pressed it down, making the toilet flush. She then watched in amazement as everything in the bowl was sucked down the drain. Potty training was so much fun!
> A Pottying Revolution (Pistachio)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oak Nut and Butter Nut had enjoyed a quiet, stress free life since they had married and settled down on their farm: Sweet Acorn Orchard. But, naturally, living on a farm could get a little bit too quiet. So it wasn’t long before the pair of acorn farmers decided they were ready to have a foal. After a few years of trying, their efforts finally paid off when Butter Nut gave birth to a healthy earth pony colt, whom they named Pistachio.

Pistachio seemed to be a mostly normal foal for the first two or so years of his existence. Oak Nut and Butter Nut had plenty of time to devote to him, tending to his every need and making sure he grew up properly.

But things started to take an unexpected and difficult turn once it came time for Oak Nut and Butter Nut to teach their son how grown-ups like them answered nature’s call.

“Come on, son,” Oak Nut chuckled as he picked his toddler son up by the back of his tail. “There’s something your mother and I need to show you. You’re starting to get to that age where you no longer need to wear diapers.”

Pistachio blinked his eyes. “I won’t wear diapers?” He pondered.

Butter Nut smiled. “Exactly. It’s time for you to learn how to use something that everypony uses.”

Oak Nut nodded as he brought his son into the bathroom, gently setting him on the tiled floor. “Son,” He said proudly. “You’re now officially old enough to start using the toilet, or the potty as most foals call it.”

Pistachio looked around, unsure of what exactly this ‘toilet’ his parents had spoken of was or what it looked like. He’d been in the bathroom many times before, but he’d never given much thought to any of the objects within it, aside from the bathtub.

The colt’s parents giggled as Oak took the liberty of drawing his son’s attention towards the intended object. “Over here, son.”

Pistachio’s eyes eventually fell upon a strange, white, bowl shaped object that was anchored into the ground. Attached to it was some kind of tank, with a shiny, silver handle on the left side. Was this the ‘toilet’ his mom and dad were speaking of?

Butter proceeded to pull down Pistachio’s diaper, then gently lifted him into the air. Then she set him back down, placing him onto a round shaped seat as his hind legs dangled off to either side. “You’re very lucky, Pistachio. When your father and I got married, the best we could manage was an outhouse. Toilets were too expensive.”

Oak chuckled a bit. “True that, hon. But eventually, we decided that at least one toilet was worth the expense. We got one installed about a year before you were born, son.”

“So, how do I use it?” Pistachio asked as he squirmed and wiggled about. He wasn't used to the cold sensation of the toilet seat against his bare bottomed flanks.

Butter smiled and explained. “It’s really quite simple. You just sit on it like you’re sitting now. Then you just… go, you know?”

Pistachio blinked in confusion. “Like in my diaper?”

“Well, sort of,” Oak corrected. “But in the toilet instead. And if you ever need any help, you can just come and get your mother or I. We’ll help you,” Then he encouraged. “Now go on, son. Show us you can go potty like a big colt.”

The parents waited, and waited, and waited some more as their son just sat on the porcelain throne. Seconds passed, then minutes. But nothing seemed to happen. Eventually, Pistachio looked up at his mother and father and asked them. “Can I get off now? I don’t think I have to go.”

Oak wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, you haven’t been sitting on it for all that long, son.”

But Butter insisted. “It’s okay, Oak. If he doesn’t have to go, he doesn’t have to go. We can always try again later. What matters most is that he gets the idea of what he’s supposed to do and how he’s supposed to do it.” She then lifted her son off the toilet seat, pulled his diaper back up and set him back down again.

“Remember, son,” Oak Nut cautioned Pistachio as they (along with Butter Nut) left the bathroom. “If you feel like you have to go, come right back here to the bathroom and get on the potty. And if you need help, just call for either me or your mother.”

Pistachio nodded, appearing to understand. “Uh-huh, get Mommy or Daddy.” And then he waddled away, quite unconcerned.

A little later, however, the little colt came up to his parents with a rather sheepish look on his face. “Mommy, Daddy, I go potty.”

“Oh, you mean, like in the toilet?” Oak Nut asked in a hopeful tone of voice.

But the little colt shook his head from side to side. “No.” He didn’t need to say anything further, between the obvious bulge in the back of his diaper and a noticeable smell, it was obvious what he meant by going “potty”.

Both parents sighed, they had been hoping specifically to discourage Pistachio from doing this anymore.





Months passed with Pistachio making seemingly no effort at all to get to the toilet to go potty. Time after time, he kept going in his diapers, much to the displeasure and despair of both his parents. They couldn’t figure out what it was that they were doing wrong, why their son didn’t seem interested in learning how to use the potty.

One day, after changing yet another dirty diaper of Pisatchio’s, Oak Nut had a conversation with his dearly loved Butter Nut. “I just don’t understand it, Butter,” He lamented aloud. “Why doesn’t Pistachio care about keeping his diapers clean? Doesn’t he know he’s too big to still be using them all the time?”

Butter Nut could only sigh and hang her head. “Your guess is as good as mine, Oak Nut. There must be something he’s not understanding, something he refuses to tell us about. We just have to keep trying, though. Sooner or later, he’ll learn.”

Oak frowned and put a hoof to his forehead. “At this rate, I don’t think he’ll ever get out of diapers. He’s gonna be the only foal who grows up still wearing and using diapers,” With a groan he suggested. “Maybe we should just give up. If he hasn’t learned now, he’s never going to learn. We’ll just have to teach him how to change his diapers himself.”

But Butter immediately shot the idea down! “Absolutely not, Oak! We’ve got to stand firm on this! Pistachio has to learn how to use the toilet! If we give up on this, he’ll grow up knowing he can control us. He’ll never do anything he doesn’t want to do, and we’ll be powerless to stop him,” She put a hoof to her chin, deep in thought. “We just need to reconsider our approach, somehow. Find a way to encourage him to take that first step toward independence.”

Suddenly, by chance, Oak’s eyes happened to fall upon a magazine lying on the table he and his wife were seated at. And something on the magazine’s cover drew his attention. He picked it up, flipped the magazine open and then suddenly his eyes went wide! “That’s it!” He shouted quite suddenly!

“What’s it?” Butter inquired of her husband.

Oak excitedly exclaimed! “I know how we can get Pistachio to start pottying like a pro!” He plopped the magazine down on the table, then pointed a hoof to an image spanning across two pages: It depicted several earth pony, pegasi and unicorn colts and fillies, all of them about Pistachio’s age. Unlike Pistachio, though, they weren’t wearing diapers. At least, not the plain white ones. The undergarments clad around the foals were much more colorful, and full of various prints that depicted cartoon ponies. Even the tapes were in different colors, and the sides seemed to be… different.

Butter scanned the pages, looking at the unusual undergarments with confusion. “I don’t understand, Oak. Is this some kind of fashion statement? I don’t see how fashion is supposed to help us.”

But the stallion simply replied. “Just look at the happy faces of all the foals wearing those new undergarments. Apparently, they’re these special ‘training pants’ called pull-ups. If we got some of these, I’ll bet they’d be a great incentive for our little Pistachio. It’ll give him that extra encouragement he needs to make it to the bathroom on time.”

“You really think they’ll work, Oak?” The earth pony mare questioned with a concerned look on her face. “These… pull-ups look like they’ll be kind of pricey.”

“So was the toilet, but it was an expense worth paying,” Oak firmly insisted. “And I’m sure these will be the same. It can’t hurt to try, right? What have we got to lose?”





So it was that the acorn farming parents sent away for a box of the new ‘pull-ups’. They waited anxiously for days until at last the box arrived, filled to the brim with the colorful undergarments in every color of the rainbow and then some. And each of them featured unique prints that neither Oak nor Butter had ever seen before.

Checking over the box, the two earth ponies soon learned that the ‘pull-ups’ were designed in such a way as to make them more easier to slip on and off, both to help little ones when they needed to make it to the bathroom and to make inspections and changes easier for parents. But it was the cartoon ponies printed on each one that were the most important aspect of them. They were designed specifically to fade when wet or messy, the idea being that the little ones wearing them would want to keep the patterns from disappearing, thus motivating them to get to the bathroom on time.

“Do you really think they’ll work, Oak?” Butter hesitantly asked.

“There’s only one way to be sure,” Oak replied, and then he called for his son. “Pistachio, can you come here for a minute?”

Pistachio slowly came over, still clad in a thick, pristine (but plain looking) white diaper. “What is it?” He asked his parents.

This was it, the moment of truth. “Son, your mother and I have been thinking,” Oak explained to the best of his ability. “You need a little bit more incentive to go potty like you should. You’re just not trying hard enough.”

Pistachio whimpered and tried not to look guilty. “But I am trying! I try all the time, I just can’t make it!”

“Well, perhaps these will help you with that,” Oak explained further as he presented a colorful undergarment the same color as his son’s coat. “These ‘pull-ups’ are going to make it easier for you to take them off, which in turn should make getting to the bathroom and to the potty on time less of a hassle,” He then picked his son up. “So, if I put you in one, do you promise you’ll make more of an effort not to make messes in anything but the potty?”

Pistachio’s eyes became fixated on the colorful undergarment, and he nodded quite happily in agreement. “Uh-huh, I'll try!”

And so, Oak quickly removed Pistachio’s old diaper and tossed it aside without fanfare. Then, he slipped the little colt’s rump into the new pull-up, and slowly fastened the tabs before setting him back down. “So, what do you think, son? Think you can make it to the potty on time now?”

The little earth pony had to take a moment to adjust to the undergarment now clad around his bottom. It didn’t feel like it hugged his rear as tightly, which in turn meant it wasn’t pushing his back legs apart as much compared to the diapers he’d been wearing. Yet even with shimmies and shakes, the padding wouldn’t come loose like he thought it would. It shifted and moved about with him, rather than against him like his diapers had always done. And, best of all, they had such beautiful colors and such elegant designs. They were so much better than diapers.

Butter whispered to Oak. “I think he likes them, Oak. But do you think they’ll actually help him?”

Oak whispered back. “We’re about to find out,” Then he approached his son again. “Okay, Pistachio, let’s see if you’ll go potty in the toilet like you’re supposed to. Come on.” He scooped his son up and carried him away, Butter following close behind.





Soon, Pistachio was in the bathroom and was sitting on the porcelain throne as his new pull-up was pulled down to his knees.

Oak Nut and Butter Nut watched patiently and hopefully. At last, their efforts were finally rewarded when they saw their son’s tail hike up as he shut his eyes and started to push.

“That’s it, son! You can do it!” Oak encouraged!

“Come on, Pistachio!” Butter chimed in! “Just let it all out!”

Pistachio pushed, and grunted as he felt something move within him. Then, there was a series of splash, and a familiar smell reached his nose. “I… I did it!” He cheered and raised his front hooves high into the air, proud of his accomplishment!

Oak and Butter clapped their hooves in approval, delighted to see that at last their son had done what they had been trying to get him to do for some time now. “See how easy that was?” Oak declared as he slowly trotted forward. “Think you can do that more often from now on, son?”

Pistachio nodded. “Uh-huh! Wanna keep pull-ups clean! They’re pretty!”

Butter, meanwhile, was pulling a paper like substance off a nearby roll. Then she hoofed it to her son. “Now, Pistachio, this is toilet paper. When you’re done going potty, you use this to clean your flanks. Just wipe back and forth.”

“Here, why don’t I help you? That way you’ll understand how it should be done,” Oak explained as he took the toilet paper, instructing his son to the best of his ability. “And, when you’re all done, you just put it in the toilet."

“And do you know what comes next?” The colt’s mother asked.

“What?” Pistachio pondered.

Oak gestured to a nearby silver handle on the upper left side of the tank. “Do you see this handle?” He told his son who nodded. “Well, push it down and see what happens.”

Pistachio did so, reaching out his hooves and just barely grabbing the handle. With all his might, he pressed it down.

Suddenly, the colt’s ears picked up a thunderous roar coming from underneath him. He looked down, and saw the water in the toilet spinning around and around in a circular motion, almost like some kind of magical whirlpool as it sucked up everything inside. Then, it swirls down a hole at the bottom of the bowl, and everything disappeared. Once it did, the toilet gurgled a few times and the waters slowly began to refill the bowl, but now, it was crystal clear.

Oak explained to his son. “That was a flush, which is how the toilet empties itself,” Then he cautioned. “Just make sure you only flush after you’ve used the toilet, and only if you’ve gone number one or number two in it. Never put anything else in the toilet, and never flush anything else down it except toilet paper. Do you understand?”

The little colt nodded. “Uh-huh.” He assumed his father must have a good reason for telling him such information.

Butter then bent down and lifted her son off the toilet seat, carrying him over to the sink. “And now that you’ve gone potty, you must wash your hooves. Remember to do this every time you go potty, son.”





From that day forward, Pistachio’s potty training progressed at a remarkably fast pace. Gone were the days when he filled his diapers, replaced by gold stars and smiling suns on his potty chart near his bed. The pull-ups worked even better than his parents had expected, they seemed to be the perfect incentive for encouraging the little colt to make it to the bathroom on time. Of course, he still frequently needed his parents’ help getting onto and off of the toilet seat, but that was the only thing that gave him any trouble.

Oak Nut and Butter Nut, for their parts, were just relieved that everything had finally worked out. They no longer had any reason to worry about their son growing up without ditching diapers.

Years later, when their son no longer needed to wear even pull-ups, Oak Nut and Butter Nut began to realize that perhaps those colorful, revolutionary undergarments were what had first inspired a love of fashion in their only son.