For Alphabittle, it was almost too good to be true. And yet it was real, not a dream. After years and years, long after he'd resigned himself to the assumption that his daughter Misty would never be found, she had come back to him. Misty Blossomforth, even if she was now going by Misty Brightdawn, had been reunited with her father. Apparently, it was all thanks to the help of those special friends Izzy had made, the same ones who had brought the pony tribes together. Whatever the case, Alphabittle was just glad to be reunited with Misty, glad to have his only child back with him.

The happy reunion couldn't last forever, however. And as it ended, there was something Alphabittle realized was impossible for him to ignore. It was what his daughter was wearing, it was so easy to notice it. Wrapped tightly around Misty's flanks and hugging her rear, was a thick, white, diaper.

Alphabittle didn't know if maybe Misty needed it for some reason, so rather than remove it he decided to ask his daughter first. "Misty?" He hesitantly and somewhat nervously asked as he cleared his throat.

"Yes… Alphabittle, I mean… Dad?" Misty quickly corrected herself, realizing it would be very hard to get used to calling Alphabittle her father. But she would have to do it now that she knew they were related, that she was his daughter.

The stallion's eyes fixated on Misty's rear and what was taped to it. "Is there… a reason why you're wearing a diaper? You weren't still in diapers when I lost you all those years ago. Did something happen to you that caused you to need diapers? It's okay if you need to wear them."

Misty blushed. She'd gotten so used to wearing diapers that she hadn't at all considered the prospect of appearing before her dad while still in one. "I don't need to wear them," She admitted. "It's just… well…" She was hesitant to answer, yet did so anyway as she recalled. "When Opaline found me and took me in, I had trouble finding my way around her castle. The first time I tried to make it to a bathroom, I failed. Opaline didn't like having to clean up my accident, so she put me back into diapers as a punishment."

"But why are you still wearing them now?" Alphabittle questioned.

Misty sheepishly admitted. "Well, after Opaline yelled at me and punished me, I was really scared about trying to go to the bathroom. So I started using my diaper instead, even though Opaline made me change myself whenever I wet or messed myself. Eventually, I just started getting used to them. I never bothered trying to make it to a bathroom, it was easier to use my diapers instead. On the few times when I had to do without them," Her blush deepened. "I'd just go outside whenever I felt the need. You know: Fertilize the soil."

Alphabittle slowly replied with several deep blinks. "I… see."

Misty fought back a gulp. "I… I'm sorry, Dad. But I like my diapers. I never learned how to give them up after I got put back into them. I'm not even sure I know how to anymore."

The unicorn stallion's response came as a surprise to Misty (though she really should've seen such a response coming. "Well… I guess we're just going to have to work on teaching you how to be a big pony again. I potty trained you once, I can do it again."

At that, Misty whimpered and shrank from Alphabittle's gaze. "But Dad… I don't want to!" She protested. "Can't you just let me stay in diapers? You won't even have to change me, I can do it myself. My friends already know that I like to wear them, they don't judge me for it."

Alphabittle only shook his head from side to side. "I'm sorry, Misty. But you can't stay in diapers forever, not even if you're gonna change yourself. You need to learn how to use the bathroom like big ponies do," He then pleaded. "Come on, pumpkin. Don't you wanna be a big pony again? Don't you want to be free from having to depend on diapers?"

"W-well…" Misty stuttered. She really wanted to say no, she wanted to put her hoof down and insist on staying in diapers. But one look into her father's pleading eyes melted whatever will she might have had to resist. So she gulped and swallowed hard. "...I'll try, Dad. I'll try, for your sake."

Alphabittle was delighted to have his pleas accepted! "Excellent!" A bright smile began to form on his face. "Don't worry, pumpkin! We'll get you potty trained no matter how long it takes!" Then he approached his daughter and grabbed her by the hoof.

"Um… where are we going, Dad?" Misty nervously asked as she was led away, far towards the back of the Crystal Tea Room.

Alphabittle simply replied. "Isn't it obvious? We're gonna start your training right now. It's been a while since you last used your diapers, hasn't it?"

"I guess so," Misty hesitantly answered. "But can't we wait a little longer? I'm still not sure I really want to do this." Much as a part of her wanted to make her father happy, another part of her still longed for her diapers and didn't want to have to give them up at all.

The stallion only replied. "Don't worry, Misty. I'll be with you every step of the way, just like I was when I had to do this the first time," He chuckled to himself. "Never thought I'd have to do it again. Hopefully, this time it'll all go smoother. After all, I've got experience from helping Izzy potty train. And let me tell you, that was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I didn't know if I'd ever get her out of diapers! She just didn't want to sit still for anything. But somehow, somehow, I eventually got her fully trained."


After what felt to Misty like a very long time (but had actually been only a few minutes at best), she and Alphabittle approached an unlabeled door with worn paint. It had a faintly detectable odor to it. She was sure she knew what was on the other side of that door.

Alphabittle seemed to know too as he looked to his still diapered daughter and said to her. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm right here. There's nothing to be afraid of." He then pushed open the door and flicked on a light switch as he led his daughter inside.

As light flooded the interior of the room, Misty's eyes took in the sights of a tiled floor, a mirror and a cabinet above a sink, a rather large wooden bathtub, and of course a large, gleaming white toilet. It was of the modern variety: Boasting a curved seat, a tank, a silver colored handle, and a bowl shaped bottom connected to a series of pipes in the wall. Interestingly, not far from the toilet was a smaller, purple colored bowl with red around the rim, and a white middle part with pink flowers all around it.

Using his magic, Alphabittle brought the smaller, colored bowl towards Misty and placed it underneath her. Then he not so subtly used his magic to remove the diaper from his daughter's flanks, exposing her bare rear to the cold air wafting through the bathroom. "Just gonna set this aside. You won't need it anymore." He said to her.

Misty blushed anew. "You want me to use… that?"

The stallion nodded. "Yup. It's actually your old potty chair. I haven't needed it since I got Izzy potty trained, but I held onto it just in case. I thought about throwing it out after you disappeared, but then Izzy came along and so I kept it. Don't worry, it's clean."

"Couldn't I just use the grown-up potty instead?" Misty asked.

Alphabittle shook his head from side to side. "That's not how it works, Misty. We have to start from the beginning. We can't just skip over an entire phase. You have to start with the training potty, and work your way up to the grown-up one," He then instructed. "So go ahead, sit down. It should still be a good fit for you even if you're bigger, now."

Reluctantly and very hesitantly, Misty lowered her rear little by little until it was planted firmly above the bowl. Then she sat down, her back hooves spread out to either side of the training potty while her front hooves remained close to her face. Already, the sensation felt cold, uncomfortable, and very awkward to her. "I'm not sure about this, Dad," She said. "It doesn't feel the same as my diaper."

Alphabittle only laughed and sweetly replied. "Of course it doesn't, Misty. That's the whole point. Now just relax and get comfortable. You're not getting up from the potty until I say you can. After all, pumpkin, you promised me you'd try."

Father and daughter then just stood (or sat in Misty's case) in silence, staring at each other and occasionally blinking.

Eventually, Misty saw fit to break the silence by asking her father. "Um… how long am I supposed to sit like this?"

"Until I decide you can stand up," Alphabittle explained. Then he encouraged. "Now go on. Just do whatever you feel like you have to do, sweetie. Just let it all out. Let it go."

Misty was still very hesitant to do what her father expected her to do. Doing anything without a diaper on felt so alien to her. This felt like so much of a hassle compared to a diaper, when she could just go whenever she felt the need to instead of having to stop and sit on a plastic object that was almost too small for her.


At last, just when Misty felt ready to give up, it happened. It was as if her body was operating on all its own. A soft, steady hissing sound could be heard echoing throughout the bathroom. And it was accompanied by the sound of something hitting plastic, hence the echo. Misty looked down, and to her surprise saw that she was actually peeing right into the training potty!

Alphabittle watched with joy, clapping his hooves to signal his approval! "That's the way to do it, Misty! That's Daddy's girl!"

So it was that Misty continued to pee, until finally her bladder had emptied itself fully. The steady stream slowly faded, until it stopped completely. "I… I did it! I did it, Dad!" She cheered, feeling flush with pride!

Alphabittle smiled as he then helped his daughter to stand up. "See how easy that was, pumpkin?" He cooed. "Didn't that feel good?"

"I… guess it did," Misty admitted, and then asked. "So, how many times do I have to do that?"

"As many times as it takes before I feel like you're fully trained again," Alphabittle explained. "Don't worry if it takes a while. I'll be with you through it all, I promise. Even if it takes a few months, or even a year, we'll get you fully potty trained and out of diapers," Then, using his magic, he pulled rolls of a white, paper substance off a rack. "Now, let me wipe you up with this: It's called toilet paper."

Misty held still as her father wiped her rump clean. Then she saw him deposit the used rolls into the toilet. After which, she saw him pick up her training potty and pour its contents into the toilet very slowly. Once he had fully emptied out the potty, he set it back.

Alphabittle prepared to surround the toilet handle with his magic to start the flush cycle. But then he had an idea. "How about you do the honors, Misty?" He encouraged her as he gestured to the toilet. "Just pull the handle and flush. That's how the toilet empties itself. And you'll have to learn how to do it anyway when we eventually start getting you to go on the toilet."

Misty slowly walked across the tiled floor to the toilet, grasping the handle with her hooves. As he did so, she looked down into the toilet bowl and saw her pee floating around in the waters, giving it a yellow tint. Then she pulled the handle down. There was a click, and a loud noise reached her ears. Her eyes became transfixed on the toilet, watching as the waters within it spun around and around, faster and faster! Then, suddenly, they retreated. Down, down, down they went, circling and spiraling through a small hole at the bottom, before they disappeared. There was a faint rumble, and the flush cycle ended. Now the water returned, except it was now a sparkling bluish-green in color.

Alphabittle smiled. "Wasn't that fun, Misty? You used to love doing that all the time when you were little, once I convinced you that it wasn't a scary monster," He chuckled. "You'll never guess what Izzy did the first time she got to try flushing. Oh, it's an experience I'll never forget, that's for sure!" He quickly recovered, motioning towards the sink. "Now you just need to wash your hooves, and then we're all done."

Misty trotted over to the sink, and stuck her hooves under the faucet once her dad turned on the tap. She proceeded to work some soap into her hooves, and then ran them under the warm waters for several seconds. Afterwards, her father turned off the tap and brought over a towel for her to wash off her hooves.

With the training process now complete for the time being, Alphabittle smiled as he used his magic to carefully put Misty's diaper back on and tape it securely around her rear once again. "Just to be safe. If you can go a week without having any accidents, I'll put you in pull-ups," He told her. "And from now, if you ever feel like you have to go number one or number two, just let me know and I'll help you do this all again. Okay?"

"Okay." Misty nodded as she then followed her dad out of the bathroom. Potty training had actually felt kind of… fun… for lack of a better term. She couldn't wait to try it again the next time she had to go.