Author's Note

A late update is better than no update!

You all asked for a padded Spike, and you got it!

Hope you all enjoy this as much as I did!

The Chase

As the girls were playing with their fathers, Spike came in. Twilight and Dashie both noticed him, and went over to him.

“Spikey! Ya gonna pway wif us?” Dashie asked.

“I just came in to see how things were going. I still have some things to finish up.”

“Come on, Spike. If I can take a break for a day, so can you.” Said Twilight.

“But Twilight-“

Dashie and Twilight both had the same thought, and cut him off. “Please?” They said, giving him their best puppy dog faces. Spike crumbled underneath their combined gaze.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stay. But just for a little while.” He conceded.

Dashie squealed, and Twilight grinned, hugging Spike. “Thanks, Spike.”

“No problem, Twilight.” Twilight paused.

“Twily.”

“Hmm?”

“Today it’s Twily.” She said.

“Okay, Twily.” He replied, and she grinned.

Twilight took Spike over to where her father and mother were. Velvet smiled at him.

“Spike! So good to see you!” She said, giving him a hug. “Are you joining in on our little playdate today?”

“Yep. Just for a little while, though.”

“Well, any time is better than none. We should get you dressed.” Spike quirked an eyebrow.

“Dressed?” He parroted.

“Yes, all the girls are in their-“

“Can I do it, Mommy?” Twilight asked. Velvet looked surprised.

“Do you want to, Twily?”

“Uh huh!” She said, enthusiastically.

Velvet couldn’t deny her this. “Alright, sweetie.”

Twilight squeaked slightly, and motioned Spike over. He followed her but paused when he saw that they were headed to the changing table. He gulped.

“Uh, Twili- Twily?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“Are you- are you gonna make me wear a…”

“Silly Spike. I can’t make you do anything. I was nervous about it too, but it turned out to be really fun! Nopony will judge you. I promise.” She assured. Spike visibly hesitated before he let her help him up onto the table. He decided not to think about this too much. Quicker than expected, it was over. He sat up. The crinkling sound and feel of the diaper plucked a string in his memory, as did the scent of foal powder. He had been out of diapers for several years now, but the scent and feeling of everything brought back vague memories of playing with Twilight when she was a filly, and there was comfort in that. He looked up at Twilight, who was smiling at him. It was clear, at least to him, that he wasn’t the only one remembering the past. He reached up to Twilight and gave her a hug. She gladly returned it.

“Wanna play now, Spike?” She asked when they broke apart.

“Sure.”

“What would you like to do?” She asked. Spike pondered this for a minute.

“Can we play a game?”

“Sure! What would you like to play?”

“Tag?” He asked.

“Okay!” Twilight cheered. She watched him jump off of the changing table. “Who’s it first?” She asked.

Spike thought for half a second, then touched her. “Tag! You’re it!” He called, before running off.

“Hey! No fair!” She called before running after him. The others noticed this, and started getting in on the game too. First Pinkie, then Dashie, Applejack, Fluttershy, and finally Rarity. Their parents, for their part, just watched smiling. The game lasted about an hour before everypony wore themselves out. Well, everypony except Dashie and Pinkie. Pinkie’s boundless energy and Dashie’s high endurance made for a lethal combination while playing. And, although Applejack had the same high endurance to running, the diaper had hindered her quite a bit and made her legs tired. Dashie was used to it, and Pinkie simply bounced everywhere, so it didn’t necessarily bother her in the same way.

With lots of energy to burn, Pinkie and Dashie were still hyper and unable to calm themselves down, that is, until Pinkie got a great idea. She bounced over to Dashie and whispered her idea. Dashie got a downright wicked smile on her face, and nodded. Together, they pounced. Pinkie went straight for her cousin, tackling Applejack to the ground.

“I win!” She cheered. Applejack raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” She asked. Pinkie’s eyes grew wide, and Applejack used her legs as leverage and rolled them over. “You wanna try that again, cousin?” She laughed.

“Oh, do you really wanna do this?” Asked Pinkie, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You bet I do.” The two of them burst into laughter for a few minutes before continuing their romp.

Dashie, meanwhile, knew exactly who she was going to attack. She ran full tilt toward her father, lunged at him, and tackled him.

“Got ya, Dada!” She cried. Bow Hothoof chuckled.

“You sure did, little trotter.”

“I win?” She asked.

“Do you win?” She nodded. Bow made a humming sound. “I don’t think so.”

Dashie frowned. “How?”

“I win, because I got the best daughter.” He said. She grinned, delighted, and nuzzled him. Bow saw his chance and he took it. He jumped up while her hooves weren’t pinning him as strongly, used his back legs to lift her off, Set her in the air for half a second, and caught her in his hooves when she came back down, though this time he was standing. Dashie giggled like mad.

“I stiww win da game!” She said.

“Yes, yes you did. And you know Daddy isn’t a sore loser.” She nodded. “But…” He paused. “The tickle monster takes no pleas!”

Dashie’s eyes barely had time to get huge before her Daddy began tickling her, first with his hooves, then he preened a loose feather from his left wing and used that. Dashie burst into laughter, barely able to get any words out.

“N-No!… Dada, ‘top!… Pease!” She pleaded, but Bow did not relent. Dashie was so busy laughing and pleading for the tickle torture to end that she did not even feel or realize that she was pushing a warm mess into her diaper.

Windy Whistles went over to the pair of them, having enough watching and wanted back in on the fun. “And just what are you two up to?” She asked with a grin.

“M-Mama! Teww Dada ‘top!” She begged through her laughter.

“Bow, let her go. You’ve made your point.” She said. Bow sighed and relented. Just then, the smell hit both of their noses.

“Looks like some little girl made a smelly.” Said Bow. Rainbow shifted slightly and felt the mass in her diaper, and frowned.

“Come on, Dashie. Let Mama and Daddy get you changed.” Windy Cooed. Her mother picked her up and whisked her to the changing table. It was a team effort to change her. Bow handing his wife supplies and disposing of the soiled garment, and his wife doing the rest. Both of them saw that their daughter looked perturbed.

“What’s bothering you, sweetie?” Windy asked. Dashie was quiet for a few moments, enough for her parents to become worried.

Finally, she spoke. “I din’ know.” She said. She looked close to tears.

“What?” Asked Bow. Her voice had been so quiet, it had been hard to hear.

“Din’ know I wen’ poopie.” She said a bit louder.

“Oh sweetie, that doesn’t matter. You were having so much fun with Daddy that you didn’t notice.” Said Windy.

“That’s why you have your diapees. There’s no mess to clean up. Everything is just fine.” Bow added.

Dashie suckled on her hoof, and they could tell she was deep in thought. Windy sat in the rocker, watching the others play, as she let her daughter think in private. She wasn’t going to pry. After about ten minutes, Rainbow seemed calm.

“Dashie! Dashie come play with us! We’re having a tea party!” That was Rarity and Fluttershy sitting at the table. Dashie leapt up from her mother’s lap.

“I comin’!” She called.

Windy Whistles smiled and shook her head at how mercurial her daughter could be. Then, she got up and went over to the table where Mrs. Shy and Cookie Crumbles were helping prepare for the tea party. She quickly joined in the preparations, thinking one thing.

This was a most interesting day.