Author's Note

Three chapters at once because this thing doesn't want to stop writing itself. Maybe I'll even hit four before I go to bed. Who knows?

I enjoyed this. I hope you do too.

The Royal Rules

Blueblood was stunned into silence. Longer than he had been in such a long time. His mouth was agape at her words, and he struggled to find his own.

“This is… for me?” He said slowly.

Mesma nodded patiently. “Yes, it is. A lot to take in, I imagine.”

Blueblood turned to her, indignant. “A prince does not-“

“Ah, ah, ah.” She interrupted him before he could get further with his statement. “You are not a prince in here. Your aunt has told you that, and I will likely have to tell you that again, but your title holds no power in this room. Your aunt has requested this task of me, and I will not let her down. I do not want to use my talent on you in this room, and I am hopeful that I will not have to and that you will show me respect because of your aunt’s wishes. But should the need arise, I have her permission to do so. Not to any extreme measure, but enough to gain compliance. I do not want to do that, and I don’t think I should have to. Because you respect your aunt enough to oblige her orders, and her orders were that I am in charge here, and will decide what you need. Now, are you going to go against her, or will you behave yourself like she has asked?” Mesma’s tone was stern, like a mother disciplining a young child, and he found it odd. It was suitable to the room, certainly, but what was odd was that it made him feel like somepony cared. He had not felt that way in a very long time. Wordlessly, he did as he was asked and got onto the changing table.

Mesma smiled at him and began changing him into a diaper, much to his consternation and humiliation. “Thank you for making a good choice.” She praised him. She got the diaper on him with none of the resistance she had anticipated. She suspected him to be deep in thought about something. When the change was finished she took a step back. “You can get up now.”

Blueblood did, and found it difficult to do so, the bulk between his legs making it very difficult, as he was not accustomed to it. Shakily, he got down onto his hooves.

Mesma nodded her head. “Well done. Now, in this room, there are rules. I expect you to follow them. Should you misbehave, there will be a system in place for that. The first time you will be asked to stop the behavior. The second time, you will get a warning. The third time, you will be put in time out. You will not be permitted to use a regular toilet in here. You must use a training potty, or a diaper. As you improve in your behavior, which I hope you will, you will be allowed more options like a pull up or training pants, as you move forward. The option of the training potty will be removed after three sessions in here until you are offered it again of my accord. However, even if you use it during those three sessions, you will still be required to have a diaper on the rest of the time. Finally, you will be treated in here as if you are a foal. I know you have figured it out by now, but I felt it needed to be said again. Am I understood?”

Blueblood managed a nod, but his mind was full of questions. “Miss?”

“Mesma.” She corrected.

“Mesma. Will any other ponies be coming here to…” He couldn’t finish the sentence because he could not imagine why they might be coming here.

Mesma looked him right in the eye. “What goes on here is between you, me, and your aunt. Nopony else will be in this room besides us. No other ponies can open this room except your aunt and myself. She saw to that.”

“And my father?” The question popped out without his permission.

“Your father is not aware of any of this. He was simply told that Celestia had given you an important task, and that you were not to discuss it with anypony.” She assured him.

He breathed a little easier after that. He could only imagine what his father would do were he to find out about this. “What about my duties?”

“The only duty you have in here is to be kind and humble. The rest does not matter here. Rest assured that your aunt has taken care of everything.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Why, out of all the ponies my Aunt could have selected for this task, did she choose you?”

Mesma smiled a little. “That’s a question I am still trying to answer myself. I think part of it was that I own a store that sells supplies like this, so it would have been easier for me to answer your questions, should they arise. The other part… Maybe she wanted to give me a chance to show that I am a different pony than I was before and make up for some past mistakes.”

Blueblood focused on the first part of the statement. “You… Own a store that sells supplies like this?”

“Indeed I do. In Las Pegasus. Business is good right now.”

“There’s a market for that?”

“More than you’d think.”

Blueblood blinked in his surprise. It was oddly comforting to think that he might not be the first pony in this kind of room, though he was probably the first to be in this predicament. Mesma decided to move on.

“That’s enough questions for now.” She said, not wanting to waste any more time than was actually needed. “You can ask your aunt more about that later, or me should you find me on the grounds outside of here. For now, let us begin our day. Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?”

“When you’re a foal in here, I’ll be calling you Bluey Bear.”