I am Princess Celestia. I live at Canterlot Castle, where I raise six little fillies. Their names are Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie. I’m going to tell you a story about Fluttershy. I think that she’s the cutest one—don’t you?
Fluttershy was a sweet little filly, and she was very well behaved, but she had one serious problem—she was very, very shy. She was so shy that it sometimes terrified her to try new things. The new thing to try of which she was the most afraid was the potty. That was why she still wore a diaper while none of her friends did. All her friends knew how to use the potty.
When Fluttershy played with her friends, her playtime often had to stop because she needed her diaper changed. I did not mind at all—I had changed her diaper hundreds of times before—but she and her friends did mind. Having to part ways with her friends just for a fresh diaper made her sad. Meanwhile, her friends had to endure the frustration of waiting for her to come back. Fortunately, I always let her go right back to her playtime after changing her diaper.
One afternoon, Fluttershy’s friends were fed up with her wearing a diaper. They could stand it no longer. They called her by mean nicknames and forbade her even to go near them ever again. “Oh, dear!” she wailed softly, and her diaper got soaking wet. The humiliation was so frightful that it caused her to trot away and beg me for yet another diaper change.
“P.—U.!” squealed Pinkie Pie. “Hoo-wee!” hollered Applejack. “Disgusting!” snorted Rarity. “Are you sure that you’re no longer a baby?” inquired Twilight Sparkle. “You’re such a scaredy-pony!” jeered Rainbow Dash.
I saw Fluttershy’s blushing face as I lay her down on the changing table. “Oh, Fluttershy, what’s the matter?” I asked her. “My friends don’t like me anymore!” she answered as her eyes filled up with tears. “Is it because of your diaper?” I asked. “Mm-hm,” she answered, and sniffled as she cried.
With the magic power of my horn, I peeled the sticky tabs off the sides of Fluttershy’s wet diaper. After folding the tabs under the front of her diaper, I slid it—very gently—off her rump and down her tail. After safely disposing of the diaper, I cleaned her rump thoroughly—wiping it from front to back—with several wet wipes. After disposing of the wet wipes, I produced a fresh, dry diaper, opened it up, slid it up her tail and under her rump, and fastened it snugly around her flanks with its sticky tabs. Throughout her diaper change, I kept her calm by cuddling her with my wings.
“I love you,” I told Fluttershy. “Thank you,” she answered. “Why were you so sad?” I inquired. “All my friends can go to the potty,” she explained, “but I can’t; I’m afraid of the potty!” “You poor little filly!” I cried, and cuddled her again.
Author's Note
Fluttershy’s diaper is designed like a diaper for puppies instead of like a diaper for human babies. A diaper for puppies has a tail hole in the back, and its adhesive tabs are in the front, not in the back.
The next morning, I produced a white potty chair that was just the right size for Fluttershy. “Sit down on this potty,” I told her, “and tell me how it feels.” I magically kept her tail out of harm’s way as she sat down. “Oh, my!” she cried, very much surprised by the potty. “I feel nice and cozy!” she told me.
“That’s great!” I told Fluttershy. “Now,” I asked her, “are you still afraid to go to the potty?” “Erm—I’m sitting on the potty right now,” she countered. “But your diaper is on,” I explained to her. “Are you ready to go to the potty with your diaper off now?” I clarified.
“Everypony, listen up!” I called. Fluttershy’s friends immediately paid attention to me, and Fluttershy herself stood right next to me so that she would not be afraid. “There’s a very good reason that Fluttershy still needs her diaper,” I announced. “She’s afraid of going to the potty,” I explained. “There will be no—more—teasing!” I commanded.
I talked to Fluttershy—again—in the privacy of the room in which I changed her diaper. “Erm—I don’t like to talk about this,” she confessed, “but—just getting scared makes me go in my diaper!” “Oh, dear—no wonder you’re so afraid!” I exclaimed sympathetically. “Do I need to visit the doctor?” she asked me. “If talking to the doctor will help you feel better,” I answered, “then I suppose that a visit to the doctor is exactly what you need!”
My prediction came true. After her visit to the doctor, Fluttershy felt all better about herself. “The doctor was so kind to me!” she told me, beside herself with joy. “How so?” I asked her. “He’ll let me wear a diaper for as long as I want!” she explained.
Fluttershy told her friends the good news immediately. “Guess what, everypony!” she called, and all her friends listened to her. She announced, “I get to wear my diaper for as long as I like—even though I’m learning to go to the potty!” “Really?” asked Twilight Sparkle. “Oh, yes—really!” she answered happily.
“We’re sorry for teasing you, Fluttershy,” apologized Rainbow Dash. “We were not nice to you at all,” confessed Twilight Sparkle. “Come to think of it, your diaper is darling!” commented Rarity. “Potty learning takes patience,” added Applejack. “We miss playing with you!” whined Pinkie Pie.
“Awww—thank you, girls!” cried Fluttershy, and let all her friends give her a huge group hug. They hugged her the way her diaper hugged her flanks. “One day, I won’t need my diaper anymore,” she told them, “because I’ll be able to use the potty all by myself.” “But for now,” she continued, “baby steps, everypony—baby steps.” Now, because her friends had made amends with her, because she felt much better about her precious, cozy diaper, and because she was no longer afraid to use the potty, Fluttershy asked her friends for permission to go to the potty—where I always helped her—every time she needed to use the potty.
Author's Note
Yes, everyone, this story will have a sequel.
