Training Sweetie

It had been one day since James first moved to Ponyville and he had yet to even assemble his bed frame. He didn’t expect to do so in another six days or so.

Sweetie was a lot easier to deal with then the noble brats up in Canterlot. Earlier today she gave him a tour of the town. It included the park, the school, her house, the movie theater, and some other places. He took mental note of everything he could during the tour.

He started teaching her how to cook when they got back. She had a lot of weird misconceptions about cooking. It took him about an hour of explaining things like proper equipment and procedures, before he was going to let Sweetie near a toaster again. It was smoking.

He decided a veggie casserole would be easy enough. Sweetie helped him boil the noodles, cut some vegetables, mix it all with sauce, and top it with cheese and crumbled crackers. He made sure she didn't cut or burn herself. There were somethings he did like sauté the hard veggies, and get the measurements for things. He did show her every little thing that needed to be done, for future reference.

He noticed something about her. She lacked the ability to connect the dots at times. He wouldn’t know how else to describe it. It was like sometimes she was ahead of the game and knew everything, or mostly everything, like when she was giving the tour and could for some reason tell him the history of several buildings. Other times it was like she didn’t understand that something was even a thing, and there was several of those.

He pondered this as he took the veggie casserole out of the oven. He wasn’t sure where she was at the moment, but it needed to cool down a little anyways.

After some time he took a scoop of the casserole and put it on a plate. Then put one slice of buttered bread on the same plate and repeated the process on another plate. He set them on the dining table, “Sweetie!” he yelled loud enough for the whole building, he hoped, “The casserole is done come and get it while it’s still hot!”

He sat down and waited. The flushing of the toilet in the hallway could be heard, soon followed by the filly quickly running out towards the table. She took her seat looking at it hungerly.

James picked up his fork to begin eating and glanced over at Sweetie. His appetite disappeared at the sight of a brown substance all over her forehoof as she picked up the bread, staining it. She slowly brought it to her mouth eyes closed, “STOP!” he yelled before she closed her mouth on the bread. “Sweetie, what is that on your hoof?”

Confused she looked at her hoof. Her face went green and she haphazardly threw the bread.

In slow motion they watched as it flew high in the air before descending. They watched as it landed directly on his food. She looked at the bread then James then darted out of the chair, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” She yelled as she ran back into the bathroom slamming it shut.

His mind raced back to not even a week ago and he blocked the specifics of those memories out. The only time he saw fillies or colts with that big a mess on their hoof or hooves is when they were much younger then Sweetie, and just learning to use the restroom themselves. Come to think of it, he did often find himself retraining young unicorns. The parents tended to forget what it was like to not be able to magically wipe their own ass.

They were always frugal with toilet paper because they could afford to be, and the result was a filly or colt that couldn’t use magic ending up with a messy hoof to clean in the sink. Most adapted to their lack of magic by using more toilet paper to avoid the mess after a couple times. The ones that didn't usually left him a nasty sink to clean and the will to make sure they were properly potty trained.

His eyes shot open in realization. He wouldn’t be surprised if Sweetie was improperly taught how to clean her tushy. He intended to find out at least. Sweetie might’ve been doing it wrong for a long time and not even realize it.

He wasn’t sure if that was the case, but it was certainly possible with her, considering some of her weird gaps in knowledge.

Her sister was a unicorn. How could her parents make the same mistake twice? Rarity said they were on vacation. He wondered why they wouldn’t take Sweetie with them, it was summer after all. Perhaps there’s something to it?

He looked down at his ruined food and sighed. Took their plates and dumped all the food in the trash. He then put the plates in the sink.

He walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door, “Sweetie are you okay?” No response, he knocked again, “I know you’re in there. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I just need you to answer some questions please.”

The door propped open and he entered to find Sweetie in a corner between the sink and toilet looking depressed, avoiding any kind of eye contact. James sat down cross legged outside those borders, “Sweetie I just-”

“I’m sorry!” she yelled catapulting herself towards him and hugging him best she could, “I didn’t-” she cried heavily into his shirt.

He put one arm around her back and patted her withers with his other hand, “Sweetie why are you so upset?”

After a little bit she rubbed her nose and sniffed, “becuase you’ve been so nice to me and and I-” she cried out, “I ruined yo-your food with with poooooo~p,” she wailed.

“It’s okay Sweetie,” he comforted patting her some more, “It’s just food, we got more. You helped me make it, remember?”

She cleared her eyes, “mhmm,” she acknowledged calming down a little.

Now that she calmed down he decided to find out if what he suspected was true, “this may seem like a odd question, but does your hoof always get like that after you go number two?”

“...it does,” she admitted ashamedly almost completely confirming his theory, “I usually wash my hooves with lots of soap and water after, but I was just so hungry and excited to eat food that I helped make for once.”

"Then why'd you go for the bread first?"

She blushed slightly, "I don't know."

“Well, I’m glad you cleaned your hoof before you threw yourself at me,” She smiled up at him as he picked her up and set her down in front of himself, “anyways next time you have to go number two let me know before you go please.”

“Um, Okay!”

“Good, now let's go eat."

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The last eight hours of James life had been absolutely crazy. He woke up to what looked like a normal day. That changed after breakfast. He almost died at least five times, but it was all over.

The crab ponies retreated to wherever they came from vowing to return with more to retake the surface. Those things had shells as hard as steel and were almost as strong as earth ponies.

He’s glad the one that caught his arm decided to throw him into some bushes instead of cutting it off. He had seen them easily cut through metal spears with their claws. Somehow no pony got anything worse than a few bruises.

He was not up for cooking after that. He and Sweetie ate out and went straight back to Carousel Boutique. He laid on the guest bed just thinking about things, trying to relax his mind about his several recent near death experiences.

There was a knock at the door. He got up and opened it to find Sweetie on the other side, “I have to go number two!” she said urgently.

“Okay and?” he said confused.

“You told me to tell you before I go,” she explained with the same urgency.

“Oh yeah! I did do that, sorry those crab ponies really got to me,” he explained, “come on let’s go,” he said leading the way down the hall to the upstairs bathroom. It was much larger than the downstairs bathroom. It had a bathtub/shower combo as its centerpiece. A makeup dresser with mirror to the right. Mirror/sink/drawer combo and then toilet to the left. Sweetie ran over to the toilet and got ready to go before she noticed James was still there. Her face lit up.

“Let me know when you’re done, and ready to wipe,” he said looking in her general direction.

After a moment, “I can’t go when you’re looking at me!” James knew exactly the feeling and looked away, knowing it wouldn’t help much.

“Is that better?”

“No. This is embarrassing. I’m not a foal,” she answered.

“Yet, I’ve had fillies and colts years younger then you have no problem with me being there when they went potty,” he reasoned. It was a bad experience, especially when those little monsters were taught that maids and butlers did all the work, and to simply expect it from them without the slightest hint of appreciation. If anything they were taught to have outright disdain towards anypony not a noble.

“But I’m not like them. I’m older! I’M NOT A FOAL!” she yelled making him wince at the noise. Soon after she sniffed, “and y-yet, I-I still can’t go,” she cried.

Despite his better judgement he quickly went to Sweeties side and put a hand on her withers, and looked straight ahead as she bawled, “Sweetie what are you talking about? I know you can do it, I’ll step out so you can finish,” he said getting up.

“It-it’s NOT THAT!” she screeched stopping him in his tracks, “even-” she gasped, “-even you think I’m still a foal,” she whined.

“I don’t think you’re a foal Sweetie,” he stated getting back to her side. He rubbed her withers comfortingly as she sat on the toilet.

“Then why are you treating me like one?” She asked.

“I’m not trying to. I’m going to tell you why I’m here, but right now I think you have something on your mind that’s really bothering you. I just want to help. Can you tell me what’s wrong, please?”

“Okay,” she said with a sniff, “it’s just… everypony treats me like I’m a foal. My parents didn’t want me to go with them on their vacation because they feared I’d jump off a cliff, or get lost, or something,” she sniffed again, “and Rarity b-blamed me for not being able to go to her stupid fashion contest because I would make her look b-bad somehow or that I would be foal napped by somepony! Yet, she left me with you!”

“Well, I hope I haven't been that bad,” he said with fake hurt.

“What NO!” she held out her hooves and crossed them back and forth, “You’ve been wonderful,” she said looking towards him, “It’s just, I don’t think she ever met you before and yet she trusted you to, to watch over me.”

“That’s true, and I know what you mean. My only possible explanation is the official badge I showed her,” he said showing Sweetie the badge, then putting it away. “But getting back on track. So what? Your parents and sister fear something bad will happen to you if they take you somewhere?” Sweetie nodded, “I hope you know it’s only because they love you.”

“I know, but this ALWAYS happens. My parents never take me with them,” she sniffed, “They even m-missed m-my fifth birthday, they’re never around, and when they are it’s not for long. Rarity’s always to busy to do anything, and and and… I just wish they were here!” she wailed then cried into her hooves loudly.

James got her some toilet paper to blow her nose on, which she did just that. He patted her soothingly.

After a bit she calmed down.

He gave her one more thing of toilet paper to blow her nose on, which she did again. “So are you feeling better?” He asked.

*Plop* *Plop* *Ploop* *sheeeeee~*

Sweetie was frozen in spot looking at him. He tried to fight his urge to smile as a strong sensation to, "ha aahahah~" It was infectious because Sweetie was laughing soon after he started.

After almost dying several times today, he really must be losing it. He started considering something entirely wrong. He lacked the will to care and decided to go through with it. What’s the point if he could die at any moment in this crazy world, “Well, I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled at the end, as Sweetie stopped laughing and blushed.

“Um, yeah, thanks,” she said looking away, “so why do you need to be here?”

“I have reason to believe you weren’t properly potty trained when you were younger, I’m not sure how your parents could make the same mistake twice.”

“but my parents didn’t potty train me.”

“Then who did?” he asked.

“Rarity did.”

“Oh, that explains a lot, are you done going?” She nodded yes, “are you sure?” She nodded yes again, “okay good, can you show me what you usually do?” he asked.

She blushed, “do I have to?” She asked.

“I’ll stop you the moment I see the problem, it should be early on. Just trust me please.”

“Okay,” she agreed with rosy cheeks. She grabbed one square of toilet paper and moved to begin the wiping process. He quickly grabbed onto her beautiful hoof and stopped her from ruining it.

“I knew it,” He said with pride, “Sweetie why’d you only grab one square of toilet paper?”

“That’s what Rarity taught me to do,” Sweetie answered.

“Let me guess she used her magic when she did right?” Sweetie nodded yes, “and you don’t notice the problem there?”

She just looked at him confused for a long moment, “I’m just doing what she taught me.”

“Sweetie I think it’s time you learned to connect the dots, or in other words think outside the box,” James said, “So your sister used magic and one sheet of toilet paper correct?” Sweetie confirmed, “So tell me do you have magic yet?”

“No. I’ve tried but I can barely get sparks,” Sweetie said.

“So you’re telling me you don’t have magic yet?” she nodded, “Yet, you still only use one sheet of toilet paper. Tell me Sweetie if Rarity for some reason couldn’t use her magic would she only use one sheet of toilet paper?”

After a moment a look of realization dawned on the cute filly as she gasped, “No, she’d probable use the whole roll! She hates getting dirty.”

“So are you going to only use one sheet of toilet paper without your magic from now on?”

“No! I never thought about it like that before. Thanks James,” she smiled.

“Glad to hear it,” he took three sheets of toilet paper, “now let me show you the proper way when you don’t have magic. You take three sheets,” he said showing her them, “fold them in half,” he did so as she watched, “make sure it’s covering your hoof near the middle, can you lift up for me?” She blushed but did so. He wiped her bottom and showed her the nasty results, “now you can fold for one or even two more wipes,” he said folding it, “lift up again, please.” She did so and he wiped again, then let it fall into the toilet. He showed her his hand, “notice how my hand is clean for the most part, now you do it.”

He watched as Sweetie folded the toilet paper in half but not so much after, “Thanks,” she said as her hoof returned looking clean for it’s second run. She repeated until the toilet paper came back clean. She got off the toilet and flushed when she was done.

He asked her to get on the toilet for a moment. She asked why but did so anyways.

He walked to the bottom of the bathroom sink drawers and explored them finding the two things he’d been looking for. A wet wipe and small metal stick about as thick as his pinkie. It has a rounded head and exposed internal grooves that close in trapping the wet wipe in such a way it completely surrounds the metal stick and isn’t loose, “Sweetie since you’re older, I figured I’d teach you about wet wipes.”

He said showing her the stick and wet wipe in separate hands. She looked at the stick, “What’s that for?”

“Let me show you,” he said as showed her how to place the wipe properly. He was actually learning how to do it himself, but it was far less complicated then some things he dealt with back on earth. “Okay, now left up,” she did so her blush back.

He made sure he got the right hole before slowly sliding it up her butthole, “ehhh,” she complained freezing in place, “what are you doing?” she asked.

“Does it hurt?”

“...No, it feels weird,” she answered with a confused expression.

“Okay good, let me know if otherwise,” as he continued moving it in. He enjoyed the cute little faces she was making, “I’m showing you this because it’s a good way to keep your cute little butt clean,” he said making her blush more some how.

He slowly took it out and showed her the results. It wasn’t too dirty but enough to get his point across. He pressed a button on the side near the bottom of the stick above trash can and it fell into the trash can, “always throw wet wipes in the trash,” he stated before getting another one and handing her a new wipe and the stick, “now you do it.”

She fiddled with them for a moment, “umm, how?” He showed her again how to get the wipe around the stick, while she did it.

Once done, “okay, now you know what you need to do.”

Her blush returned, “do I have to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said before struggling to get it in place. She leaned to the side to try and get the wipe covered stick up her own ass. After a while of failure her blush disappeared and she seemed more determined.

She spread her hind legs and he got a good view of everything before her forehoofs along with the wipe covered stick traveled between them obstructing his grand view. It seemed to work as her blush returned as her hooves curled up.

One of her hooves undoubtedly was grinding against her cute little pussy as she pushed it up her butthole, “Ah,” she gasped.

“You okay?”

She looked straight to him like she forgot he was there, “Y-yeah. Emm,” she mumbled as her hooves worked.

After a moment she pulled it out and it was completely clean. He took it from her, “okay next time you go number two be sure to use the wet wipe, till your butt is that clean, and let me know after,” he said giving it back to her, “there’s a button on the side near the bottom you can press to release the wet wipe make sure it’s over the trash.”

She did so and he showed her where the stick and wet wipes came from, she put it away. “I don’t like using those.”

“I know Sweetie but please do, also wash your hooves,” James said as he just got done washing his hands.

He got one of his hands wet and warm again just as Sweetie got her hooves to the sink. His heart raced at what he was going to do next.

Sweetie started washing her hooves and he got on his knees looking at her cute little posterior and put his hand on her dock. Swiftly he trapped her tail between his index finger and thumb. After that he began sliding his wet/warm middle finger into her little ponut.

Sweetie gave a cute little eep and stiffened, “Wha-what are you doing?” Her tail trying and failing to get his digit out. If anything it unintentionally helped him move it in.

“I’m putting my middle finger up your butt.”

“Ewww,” she let out, “why!? That’s gross!” He moved it up and down slowly.

“Did we not just clean it Sweetie?”

“I-I guess, but why are y-you-” she said.

“I’ll be honest with you Sweetie,” he said as he took out his finger and released her tail. Sweetie faced him quickly backing against the sink drawers. She looked more flushed than anything, “I like you a lot, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to be my marefriend?”

Sweetie looked confused for a moment, “...y-you want to be my coltfriend? But don’t we have to go on a date?”

“We’ve known each other for nearly three days now, we could call what we’re doing right now a date if you wanted. It doesn’t have to be at a restaurant or movie theater you know? Both ponies just have to acknowledge it as a date. It’d be a date if you’d take me, and yes I would very much like to be your coltfriend. ”

Sweetie looked down, and tears started falling, “y-you-” she said in tears.

He made no movement towards her, as the ramifications of his actions hit him like a brick, “I’m sorry Sweetie. I don’t know what came over me, almost dying like six times today has really led to me making some erratic horrible decisions.”

“Y-you” she sniffed, “you’d really want me as your marefriend?” she asked in a almost hopeful manner.

“...Yes," He said confused, "I meant what I said.”

She leaped to him and hugged him as hard as she could, “I really like you to.”

“So you wouldn’t mind me as your coltfriend?”

“Are you sure you’re not already dating somepony?” She asked for some reason.

“Umm yeah, I’m sure. What makes you ask that?”

“Because you’re so nice and treat me like like an equal. I just don’t see how anypony wouldn’t want to date you.” she explained

“I could think of one big reason, but Thanks. I hope you realise we can’t tell anypony we’re dating now. Right?”

“Why not?” she asked.

He went on to explain how his role as a foalsitter is similar to why doctors don’t date patients, teachers don’t date students, and so on. Sweetie asked questions as they talked. He then explained that ponies might find the age difference wrong. He admitted he wasn’t sure about it. He’s lived here for one year but never really heard anything on the subject.

“So please don’t let anypony know we’re dating. I could get sent to jail for it. Actually, hold on. If I ever do anything that you don’t like and keep doing it after you seriously told me not to, you should tell as many ponies as possible.”

“But I-” she began, then thought about it, “Okay.”

“So do you consider this a date right now or not?”

“Mmhhmmm,” she answered as she hugged him.

“How about we end it with a kiss. If that’s okay with you?”

She blushed looking up at him and nodded in confirmation.

He gently picked her up and brought her close.

She closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

He leaned in and gave her a peck.

Her eyes flew open in surprise, “Wow,” she exclaimed blushing hotly.

“Thanks Sweetie.” He said before sitting her down, “would you want to go on a date tomorrow night?”

“YES!”