Trials & Errors
My name is Celestia; I am the princess of Equestria. Did I mention that I take care of six little fillies? One of those fillies is well on her way to growing out of her diaper! Her name is Fluttershy, and her name certainly suits her. I help her with her diaper whenever she goes to the potty!
“My diaper!” cried Fluttershy. The poor pegasus had failed to make it to the potty, and now, she was crying like a baby—which she was no longer! “Oh, my!” I gasped in shock. With my horn, I lifted her onto the changing table and proceeded to change her wet diaper. As usual, I cuddled her with my wings while changing her diaper.
Now that Fluttershy was wearing a dry, clean diaper, I gave her the green light to go back to her playtime. “I don’t want to!” she complained. “But Fluttershy, I just changed your diaper,” I countered. “Only because my friends wouldn’t listen to me!” she cried in exasperation. “I kept trying to tell them that I needed to go to the potty!” she explained.
I decided to accompany Fluttershy to the playroom, where she saw all five of her friends. “Fluttershy, why couldn’t you just ask for us to excuse you?” asked Rarity, looking seriously concerned. “But—but I—erm—I was trying to ask you that!” cried Fluttershy. “It’s really no biggie, Fluttershy; you can always try again!” chimed in Pinkie Pie. “Hmmm—OK,” answered Fluttershy, and went to the potty once again.
Once Fluttershy and I were in the privacy of the room with the potty, I took her diaper off her rump—gently—and then, she sat down on the potty. “Nothing’s happening,” she told me. “That means you made it to the potty on time!” I answered, praising her success. “Oh—my—goodness!” she cried. “I can’t believe I made it to the potty without an accident!” she exclaimed, beaming from cheek to cheek.
“Erm—I’m still a little afraid,” confessed Fluttershy. “But why?” I inquired of her. “Erm—my diaper is just so cozy!” she answered. “Say—do you know what else is cozy?” I asked her. “Stuffed animals!” I told her.
“Erm—excuse me, Fluttershy, darling, but why is that stuffed bunny wearing a diaper?” asked Rarity. “He needs his diaper,” explained Fluttershy, “or the floor will get all wet and dirty!” All Fluttershy’s friends, especially Rarity, gasped in disgust and shock. “Well, Fluttershy,” warned Rainbow Dash, “you’d better be quick if he needs to go to the potty!” Just then, Fluttershy had a familiar feeling in her rump.
Fluttershy’s diaper stayed dry all the way to the potty. After I took her diaper off her rump, she “went” in the potty while hugging her stuffed bunny. “You did it, Fluttershy!” I cheered softly. “You ‘went’ in the potty for the very first time,” I explained, “and you should be proud of yourself!” “I did it—I really did it—and so can you!” she told her bunny, and hugged it, firmly but very gently, with her wings.