Author's Note

This story contains:
Diapers
Diaper usage—wet
Diaper usage—mess
Explicit content

You have been warned!

A Dragon’s Fun

A Dragon’s Fun

Canvas moved deeper into the jungles of Southern Equestria, carrying in his green magic a brown duffel bag. His emerald gaze scoured the surrounding foliage for any dangerous predators. Despite the setting sun and dark canopy, he could see clearly and managed to find his destination: a shallow cave underneath a sheer vine blanketed cliff face.

The cave itself was covered by a curtain of greenery, making it the perfect place to do his dirty deeds without anyone finding out. Such deeds could have also been done in the safety of his home, but what was life without a little risk? Besides, he dared not think of what the village would say if they found out.

He drew away the dense curtains and trotted inside before letting them drop back into place. Darkness engulfed the room except the dim light of his magic and the outline of the bag. He sighed as he set the bag down, a faint crinkle and clink emanating from inside. His horn began to weave another spell.

He lowered his head and let his magic build up, a few drops of sweat emerging on his brow. He drew in his magic, giving it shape and energy as the light of his horn ceased. The darkness consumed all for a split second before a great ball of light began to shine once again from his horn. He released it and let it float to the surface like a balloon, covering the ground in a warm glow. He sighed once again, taking in a deep breath and releasing.

He returned his focus to why he was here, bringing his gaze to the duffel bag beside him. A sheepish smile spread across his muzzle, a blush covering his cheeks. He lit his horn and opened the bag.

Inside we’re a few things: a couple of Cloudies diapers with changing supplies, a sleeveless and legless dark green onesie with a turtleneck collar, and a bottle with a swirling purple liquid. These were from a secret stash he kept in the closet of his distant cottage. His greatest shame and pleasure. His blush deepened just by looking at it.

He tentatively picked up the bulbous padding with his magic, unfolding it slowly in the air. Cloudies were a Cloudsdale brand, stuffed with hyper-absorbent clouds, making it both soft, big, and poofy, just the way he liked it. He took his tail in his magic and threaded it through the tail hole of the padding. He laid himself down, all the while pulling out a bottle of powder from the duffel bag and sprinkling it on himself. He took the diaper and pulled it over his crotch, bringing up the sides and taping them securely to the front in a timely manner. He checked the leak guards before returning to a standing posture.

His gait was now widened as he stood up, making him take a moment to readjust his posture. A rush of feeling washed over him. He felt so wonderful with the padding between his legs, it’s mass making him seem so helpless. He pulled out the dark green onesie next.

It was rather thick like a sweater, and was promised to keep him warm. He didn’t need it, his cream white coat sufficing, but thought it to be rather comfortable looking when he had seen it in a shopping window. He rose on his hind legs as he undid the onesie’s back buttons before pulling himself through it and putting it on. Finally, he redid the buttons in the back and secured his diapered rear. He gave it a little shake before he began to walk around.

He gave a wide grin, feeling over the warmth and softness of his new attire. He hadn’t tried the onesie on until now, but was glad to have bought it. It looked rather nice while also accentuating his padded posterior.

He pranced about with great joy, relishing in the sensation of the diaper and onesie. However, his attention returned to the bag once more. He finally weaved his magic around the potion bottle and brought it into the light.

Only two ponies knew of his personal practices. One was Vitriol, the local brewer. He had concocted the formula on the request of the white unicorn, but gave a clear as to not drink too much. As much as he loved diapers, incontinence wasn’t something he was looking forward to. He opened the bottle and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip before closing it once again. “Alright. Now we wait.”

It didn’t take long for a pang to shoot through his bladder, the desperation of having to go coming on so suddenly. At the same time, he could feel his bowels begin to form a great mess. He keeled over as he struggled to hold it all in. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do so for long, but a smile crept on his face as he continued the fight. That was the point.

His bladder was the first to give out as the floodgates opened. He felt the hot stream of piss hit the interior of the diaper, before being soaked up by the padding, causing it to swell and grow in size. He moaned, his mind in a state of relief as the torrent of urine poured and pooled in the diaper. The padding continued to absorb his bladder’s worth of urine, causing it to sag due its sheer weight. The great stream began to lessen until finally stopping, a few dribbles being all that remained.

He gave a sigh as the warmth began to encompass his thighs, however, he still had the growing urge of his bowels, an urge which he unintentionally released in his moment of relief. His tail rose as he squatted and pushed out the large mess. It came out with a struggle as the size of it pushed into the padded interior, a large lumpy bulge protruding from the diaper, and even onesie. He felt it begin to fill out the back as a second mass of manure pushed into the diaper. He continued to grunt as the mess filled every inch in the back of the padding. He strained once more as the rest pushed out of his system. He began panting for a moment after the labor, before sighing and looking at his new bulgy rear.

He put a tentative hoof to the massive mess, touching every nook and crevice of the pile of manure in his diaper. He brought his hoof forward, towards his crotch where the warmth of his wetting resided. It felt amazing! He could feel his penis slowly come out of its sheath before he took his hoof and pushed into his crotch. “Ah!” He gave a loud moan of pleasure as he pushed against the wet diaper. He fell onto his padded rear, squishing the mess in his padding. He quivered at the delightful sensation as he rolled over onto his belly. He let his mind wander in the moment, letting the pleasure overwhelm him.

As he did this, a shadow began to grow behind him. Too distracted, he failed to see it cover the shallow cave.

Canvas continued to relax in his used diaper. He felt so good, but, suddenly, it grew dark. He stopped his dazing as fear took him. His spell was still active. What had happened?

He turned slowly and found his eyes on a pair of red scaly clawed feet. His gaze rose, a massive tail reaching his vision. A broad chest breathed in and out, as wings remained folded on its back. Finally, his eyes came upon the head of the great beast: a dragon. It was five times his size and looked down upon him with a blank expression.

He stood up hastily, his messy padding making it difficult and began to weave a spell. Before he could finish, however, two clawed fingers quickly grabbed his horn and squeezed down lightly, stopping the flow of magic from the unicorn before he could react. “Still thy magic,” it spoke, it’s deep booming voice causing the pony’s ears to flinch. “Now!”

Terror struck through him as he felt a little bit of pee hit his diaper. He complied with the dragon’s wishes and stopped his spell.

The dragon removed its fingers from his horn, and proceeded to grab the unicorn by the turtleneck of his onesie. Canvas felt himself come off the ground. His diaper squished from the pulling as it lifted him, causing him to moan in pleasure. Despite that, he brought himself back to his senses as he stared at the dragon’s raging red eyes. He curled up and put his tail between his legs as he looked at the dragon, his body shivering in a mix of fear and delight. He squirmed a bit, but a sneer from the dragon stopped that completely. He was at its mercy.

“What art thou doing in my lair?”

Canvas tried to form an answer, but his mind was still frozen. He began to reconstruct his train of thought and replied in the best way he could. “Bwah?” Perhaps he still wasn’t thinking straight. He shook his head. “I-I mean. I didn’t know that this was your layer. I just wanted some privacy, I swear!”

The dragon’s red eyes looked over the pony, taking note of the onesie and smell of manure and piss emanating from him. “I see…”

“Listen, I’ll take my leave and- ah!” Canvas screamed as the dragon marched forward. It reached the end of the wall and with great force, pushed aside a massive boulder towards the back of the cave, revealing a large passage. It walked through and continued into the darkness.

The unicorn squirmed as his messy diaper squished against him. His body bouncing up and down in the dragon’s clutches. He cringed as he felt it all mush together, but jolts of pleasure bounded through his spine every time it happened.

The passage grew brighter as they approached the end, a glittering emenating from the end of the tunnel. His eyes widened as they stepped out and came upon the dragon’s massive horde of jewels and treasures that covered the walls and floor in a golden glow.

The dragon set the unicorn down, squishing his diaper once more. “Stay.” The dragon rose once again and walked towards the exit. It eventually faded into the darkness of the tunnel.

Canvas slowly stood up, his penis throbbing with desire. As much as he hated to admit it, he was panting with desire. His messy diaper squishing up against him, the warmth spreading all over. He felt so helpless, yet so good.

“Now, how can I get out of here?” Canvas asked himself. In all honesty, he knew the answer: he wasn’t going to. The dragon was at the entrance. Even if he did run for it, he’d likely only be caught again, and he didn’t want to know what the dragon would do if that happened.

So he waited, and the dragon returned with… Canvas blinked in surprise as the dragon laid his supplies down on the floor next to him. He looked up at the creature. “W-Why?”

Both stood in silence for a moment, neither making any moves. The tension filled the air, causing dread to enter into his thoughts. The dragon finally spoke. “I have not seen a pony in quite some time. Thou art the first in many generations.” The dragon slowly approached the unicorn, prompting him to back away from the imposing creature. “I tire of toiling away in this decrepit cavern. I wish for something to play with.” The unicorn backed into the wall as the dragon reached out a hand. It grabbed under the unicorn, wrapping perfectly around the whole of his waist—of his diaper. “Perhaps thou shalt offer me some… entertainment.” He squeezed.

A jolt of pleasure once more tingled throughout his body as the dragon groped him. He pushed his massive thumb right into his diapered cock and slowly rose him above the ground. He began to sweat.

Canvas felt the dragon continue to fondle his diaper, a great pleasure arising inside of him. He felt his mess squish in the dragons clasp, pushing against him in such a satisfying way. He moaned as the pressure began to rise. The dragon’s motions began to speed up.

“Yes.”

He felt his penis vibrate as he was overwhelmed. There was so much washing over him. A great many desires and emotions filling his thoughts, clouding his mind. The world began to blur as his body struggled to contain itself. His helpless little body was held in the air and there was nothing he could do as it just became greater and greater until it became too much to bear.

He gave a loud scream as a wave of immense pleasure washed over him. He climaxed in his diaper, leaving a fuzzy sensation soon after. It was all so electric. A buzzing remained in his mind as the world came back into focus. He felt tired from the effort. He leaned into the dragon as he panted heavily.

“Rest,” the dragon spoke. “There will be much more fun for the both of us…”

“Tomorrow.”

End