Smolder was looking all around the student dorms, scanning every corner and window for even the slightest possibility of another creature. There was no one there, she was all alone.

“Good,” She thought to herself as she carefully turned the knob on the door that led to her dorm room and closed it behind her. “No creatures, no tests, no worries. I’m all alone. I finally have some me time.”

The young dragon made her way towards her bed, then made an abrupt left turn just a few inches from it to face what looked like a brick wall. Smolder smiled, reaching a claw towards said wall and delighting in how it passed through. The wall was an illusion, a well crafted one. She’d managed to convince Headmare Twilight to let her have one, though she’d passed off the request as simply wanting a place to study without distractions.

In reality though, the fake wall hid a well kept secret. A secret that Smolder would sooner die than admit to. She may have finally been willing to admit she liked cute, silly stuff, but there were some things she still wasn’t comfortable telling any other creatures about. Not even Gallus or Ocellus, and certainly not a chatterbox like Silverstream.

Walking through the fake wall, Smolder spotted the object that had her undivided attention at the moment. It was a small package of diapers in that Silly Filly brand name. A bit of a giggle escaped the dragon’s lips. “Silly Filly. Not sure why ponies like to give names to everything, diapers are diapers no matter what you call them.”

As she took the unopened package into her claws and heard the diapers stored inside it faintly rustle and crinkle, the dragon with a coat of orange started to think back to how she’d procured these infantile undergarments in the first place.

It had been just a few days after the Tree of Harmony had tested her and her friends, showing them that friendship was indeed in their nature. Smolder had passed her test only once she’d finally admitted that she actually liked to be cute from time to time. It was something that went against every aspect of her dragon heritage, growing up she could distinctly remember being told that dragons didn’t waste time on cute stuff.

But upon coming to Ponyville, Smolder had been bombarded with lots of cute stuff. At first she wasn’t sure she was ever going to get used to it: Especially the ponies who had such bright colors and liked to sing songs seemingly at the drop of a hat (Professor Pinkie Pie anyway, but then she seemed to do a lot of things that nopony else ever did).

Something that had caught Smolder’s eye early on though, was how ponies treated their young, foals as they sometimes called them. She saw how foals got to have these strange things called pacifiers to suck on, at least until they started to grow teeth. They would also usually be paraded around town in these things called foal carriages or foal buggies, brightly colored objects that functioned like mobile beds.
Most telling of all though, the little ones wore these strange white garments around their rears which made weird noises every time they moved. She eventually learned that said garments were called “diapers”.

Smolder had found out about all of this quite by accident one day. It had been either four or five months since she’d enrolled in the School of Friendship, and the young dragon was enjoying one of the rare days off from school. Headmare Twilight had suggested. “Why not go to the park and mingle with some ponies? That’s a great way to make new friends!”

And that’s just what Smolder was doing, or at least trying to. It took her a few tries before she realized that greeting ponies with roars and belching of flames only frightened them and made them run away.

“Friendship is so confusing and weird,” Smolder complained with a sigh as she rested against the shade of a tree, watching ponies do typical cute pony things like pick flowers, play with bouncy balls, or sit on blankets and have picnics while they said nice things to each other. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it. My grades are just barely above the passing level at this point and the semester’s not even halfway over. If it weren’t for Gallus and the others, I’d say this school was a waste of time.”

But just then the dragon felt something (or was it someone) tugging on her moderate orchid scales. Curiously, she bent down and her moderate cyan eyes looked back at the innocent looking brown eyes of a baby pony. It appeared to be a boy from what Smolder could tell, it had a yellowish-white coat, a little stub of a mane and tail in the color red, and a strange white object that hugged its rear. It looked like a pillow, but it couldn’t be a pillow. Pillows were for sleeping on, not wearing (unless maybe it was one of those weird pony fashion statements).

“Oh there you are, Sweet Cream!” A female voice called out, soon revealing itself as a tall female pony with a pink coat, blue eyes, and a strawberry red mane and tail. She had a cutie mark involving what looked like a bottle of some kind, albeit one Smolder had never seen before. The mare scooped up the foal with a hoof as she smiled. “You should know better than to wander off on Mommy like that, you gave her quite a scare.” The foal just giggled and booped the mare on the nose with a hoof.

The mare then turned to Smolder, who couldn’t stop staring at the foal. For some reason her eyes were drawn to the little one. “Oh, you must be one of the new students at Twilight’s school,” The mare politely greeted and offered a hoof. “My name is Dairy Cream, and this is my son, Sweet Cream. I apologize if he was bothering you. I set him down for just a second to prepare his bottle and he wandered off. I swear, for somepony not even a year old he can crawl faster than I’ve seen anypony walk.”

Smolder nervously responded. “Uh… the name’s Smolder. I’m a dragon, but uh, you probably knew that already.”

Dairy Cream nodded. “It wasn’t hard to tell, I’ve seen Spike enough times to recognize him. And you looked a lot like him.”

“Uh, aren’t you gonna run away?” The young dragon asked the mare.

“No, why would I do that?” Dairy pondered.

“Because so many other ponies do that the moment they see me coming,” Smolder claimed, only slightly exaggerating. “Probably because I sort of scare them away with my claws and fire breath. Your son is the first pony I’ve met today who hasn’t been afraid of me.”

Dairy giggled. “That’s my little Sweet Cream for you, he always loves to go places and see new faces,” A faint aw escaped her lips as her son seemed to babble something in response. “I think he’s trying to say hello.”

“W-well, it’s nice to meet the both of you,” Smolder commented as she tried hard not to blush. “Uh, what’s with that… thing around his bottom?”

Dairy didn’t even need to glance at her son to get what Smolder was referring to. “You mean his diaper? That’s what all baby ponies wear at one point or another.”

“A diaper?” The dragon questioned, shooting a confused look at the mare.

Dairy nodded, she’d been getting this kind of question a lot from many other creatures. “Yes. Baby ponies wear them for protection.”

“Protection from what?” Smolder pondered.

“From accidents of course,” Dairy explained in a sweet and gentle tone. “Baby ponies pee and poo in their diapers because they usually don’t know they have to go, and it’s better than having them do their business on the ground and cleaning it up.”

Smolder gagged at the description. “That’s so gross! Why would anypony wear something like that?! Especially since you don’t seem to be wearing a diaper?”

“Well,” Dairy went on to explain. “Eventually, when a baby pony gets older, they start learning when they have to go number one and number two. And that’s when they get potty trained. They learn to use the bathroom instead of a diaper and eventually they no longer need to wear them.”

“So, when they do… you know what…” Smolder tried not to gag again. “What happens?”

Dairy just smiled. “Well, usually a mommy or daddy changes them into a clean diaper and disposes of the old one. Sometimes ponies will hire a nanny or foalsitter to do that sort of stuff for them. And sometimes, newborn ponies in the hospital have their diapers changed by nurses,” Then she sniffed the air. “Speaking of diaper changes, it looks like my little Sweet Cream needs one. I don’t want to bother you, so I’ll just leave.”

But strangely and unexpectedly, something washed over Smolder and before she even realized it she was asking the mother. “Uh… could I help, change her? It doesn’t stink nearly as bad as my brother when he started molting, or when I started molting for that matter.”

“You’re welcome to help if you’d like. I could use an extra set of hooves, or claws as the case may be,” Dairy happily nodded. “I’ll even walk you through the process. Now come along, it’s imperative to change a foal’s diaper as soon as possible. If they stay in a used one too long it can cause them to get a diaper rash.”

Dairy led Smolder to the nearby park bathroom and into the mare’s room, placing her smelly little one on the changing table. She guided Smolder through the whole process of changing a foal’s dirty diaper.

Smolder gagged when she was overwhelmed by the open diaper, quickly dropping it into the trash. For some reason, Sweet Cream appeared to laugh at her scrunched up face. And as the changing process unfolded, Smolder couldn’t help but notice how relaxed the little one seemed to be. Like all his worries had melted away, knowing that he had someone there to take care of him.

The dragon found herself longing for a chance to feel that, even just for a moment. She couldn’t really explain why, but now it seemed so natural and welcoming, whereas before she would’ve dismissed it as strange and unbecoming of a dragon.

At last, Smolder helped Dairy Cream tape up the new diaper and then washed her claws. She spent the rest of the day with the mother and child, occasionally playing peek-a-boo with Sweet and even giving him a bottle of milk when he got hungry. She even got a chuckle out of seeing him burp and be praised for it, that’s something dragons did all the time.

But all good things must come to an end eventually, and so it was that as the sun began to set in the West, Smolder had to say goodbye to her new friends. Yet even after she returned to the school that evening, she found that she couldn’t take her mind off of Sweet Cream, of how carefree and happy he seemed to be. All that freedom, courtesy of that strange (but also surprisingly soft) undergarment called a diaper.
Smolder kept the thoughts buried in the back of her mind for a long time afterward, constantly convincing herself every time it came up that “It’s not dragon like, you’re not supposed to like that stuff.” She briefly thought about talking to Guidance Counselor Starlight about these thoughts, but decided against it. She didn’t want to concern anyone else with these strange thoughts, especially not ponies. She was a dragon and dragons always dealt with issues on their own.

But after the Tree of Harmony had forced her to admit she actually liked cute stuff and that it wasn’t wrong to like it, the dragon with a coat of orange could no longer ignore her suppressed curiosity. She HAD to try out diapers, she wanted to experience what foals experienced. The only problem now, was figuring out how to obtain all the supplies without attracting suspicion. She still didn’t want anyone to know about it, any other creature would surely tease her non-stop or start cooing at her.

The solution was actually pretty simple. So simple in fact that Smolder wondered why she hadn’t thought of it sooner. She would just go to a store in disguise. And if anyone asked, she’d simply claim she was buying them to donate to a charity.

The nearest store to the school was Barnyard Bargains, and as luck would have it they had a good stock of foal supplies that included diapers. All for very low prices.

Wearing a trench coat, sunglasses, and a thick red scarf around her neck, Smolder carefully walked through the store and scooped up all the foal supplies she thought were necessary: Toys, rattles, a pacifier or two, and of course diapers. She didn’t anticipate needing diaper change supplies, but she still bought some wipes and foal powder anyway. “Better safe than sorry.” She thought to herself.

The disguised dragon brought everything to the counter, waiting impatiently as Filthy Rich rang up the total. “That’ll be seventy five bits, ma’am.” He explained as he held out a hoof.

Smolder quickly deposited the necessary amount into the stallion’s waiting hoof. “Here, that should cover it. If anycreature asks, you never saw any of this.” She spoke in her overly gruff voice and then quickly took the supplies and made for the exit without saying another word.

Filthy Rich just smiled as he watched his mysterious customer take off. “I get a lot of customers like her in here. And they all go for the same things,” He thought with a grin. “As long as there’s a market for ‘em, I’m happy to keep catering to them.”

All that had seemed so long ago for Smolder, but at long last everything was ready! She just couldn’t wait any longer, she had to try on a diaper, now!

Ripping open the package with her claws, Smolder pulled out one of the diapers and pressed it to her cheek, delighting in how soft it felt. It was softer than anything she’d ever felt before (with the possible exception of pillows). Then the dragon unfolded the undergarment, taking note of the tapes and the tail hole. It was going to be a tight fit. “Oh well, the thicker the better. Besides, I can always buy bigger brands next time.” She thought.

And with that the young dragon began to diaper herself. She lay down on the floor of her room, taking the diaper into a claw. She slowly sank one leg into the diaper, then another, and wiggled about as she pulled it up. Once she was certain she’d got it on just right, she reached over to the colorful tapes that matched the printed waistband on the front. Somehow she willed her energetic claws to slowly and carefully fasten the tapes so they were nice and secure.

The diapering process now complete, the dragon slowly stood up. She was surprised at how fast her rear end sank into the padding, and how much it pushed her legs apart. “I wonder if If I could get a short dress that would make this diaper visible so I could feel small, it would be kinda cute.” Smolder thought to herself. The idea seemed fun to try one day but for now she wanted to enjoy her free time .“Oh well,” She said aloud in regards to her diaper. “It’s not like anycreature’s around to see this.”

But she had spoken much too soon. For almost immediately her moderate cyan eyes fell upon the wide eyes and open mouths of her friends: Sandbar, Yona, Silverstream, Gallus, and Ocellus.

Smolder let out a gasp! How could she have forgotten to lock her door?!

Gallus was the first to find his voice, and he reluctantly asked. “Uh… Smolder? Why exactly are you wearing a diaper?”

“And what’s with all the foal supplies?” Ocellus wondered.

“Yona is so confused, why orange dragon dressed up like a baby?” Yona asked with a confused look on her face.

Smolder gulped and began to break out in a cold sweat. “Um… um… well…” The words she wanted to say wouldn’t come out. How was she supposed to explain this to her friends? What would they even think of her?

Author's Note

I hope you like this Collab, should be better than my other padded stories.