In all the years of his teenage life, Spike never thought he’d find himself in such a predicament. It was tough to really know the turning point in his day where he found him in this position. What he found even more surprising was that he was the one who initiated the whole thing in the first place. He wanted all this despite how fidgety and nervous he was. He wanted to have Smolder standing over him while wearing a diaper.
He now found himself lying on the floor of Smolder’s bedroom with the older dragon standing over him wearing a thick, white diaper that loomed inches from his purple snout. This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for...But...
“Y-you sure about this?” Spike asked with an uncertain quiver.
“Oh shut up,” the orange dragon above him scoffed with a roll of her eyes, ”ya can’t tell me you’re gettin’ cold feet!”
“N-no, but um, shouldn’t we...?”
“Stop your whining,” Smolder grunted as her eyes slammed shut. “I-I can’t g-go if someone's t-talking!”
Spike’s mouth snapped shut immediately after that. A heated silence fell over the room as attention fell upon the orange dragon who squatted above him. He could hardly believe he was finally here. He was nervous, sure, but any new experience would make the young dragon even a little bit nervous. However besides all that, he was excited and giddy. He was genuinely eager for what lewdish things were to come.
Smolder straddled the younger dragon’s head, firmly positioning a clawed foot on either side of Spike as her thickly pampered rump slowly lowered itself closer to his snout. The subtle scent of lavender baby powder wafted through the diaper’s many inner layers as it hung so close to Spike’s face. The older dragon’s breath steadied itself as she focused on soiling herself.
Wearing and, most importantly using, a diaper was an action certainly undragonlike. Had it been up to Smolder alone she might have laughed the whole thing off and thought of it as a ridiculous and impossible fantasy. But Spike was insistent. At least in his own nervous and flighty kind of way. The younger dragon had spent the last couple months dropping subtle hints and clever probing questions when the two were alone. And after quite a bit of help from Smolder, he had finally asked her to do this with him.
In a weird way, she was just as curious about all of it as Spike was. Maybe even a little bit turned on by the submissive dragon opening up to her as he did. She never gave any thought to diapers, especially at her age. She was practically an adult dragon at this point, years away from actually needing to wear one.
Now she was finally here, squatting over Spike’s head as her body clenched and her gut tightened. It would take some focus and determination to perform such an infantile act, but the large lunch she had earlier certainly made it easier. This was something Spike had planned weeks in advance and she was certainly not going to waste it for him.
Spike’s breath bounced off the padded diaper butt that hovered silently over him, warming his blush covered face. He was dying with anticipation. Seconds ticked by slowly as he could only stare at the thick, pillowy diaper that floated above him. He had half a mind to scream for Smolder to hurry up, but he had to be patient. He had to be patient and not take any action that might ruin the moment.
Finally his patience was rewarded. The older dragon began to grunt and her body tightened up one last time. First came quiet puffs of gas, muffled in sound and scent by the thick diaper. Then a lump began to grow, tenting out the crease in the middle of the diaper. That lump was soon accompanied by a number of other lumps as a squishy texture oozed out into the crinkling garment. With the consistency of clay, Smolder’s mess weighed the diaper down heavily, causing the thing to slowly inch closer and closer to Spike’s snout.
The younger dragon’s nose tickled at the strong odor. It was the kind of stench most would avoid, but somehow the diaper made it tantalizing for the teenaged dragon. Even now he didn’t quite understand it, but he wanted more of it. He wanted more of Smolder’s earthy scent. He wanted her in diapers all the time!
Smolder finished with a deep exhale, letting her shoulders drop lax and lazily. With no effort at all she was left with a wonderful warmth cupping her rump, tugging so subtly at her waist with its dense heft. Her arms became slack at her sides, carelessly swaying as a smile of relief lingered on her face.
Closing his eyes, Spike thrusted his snout into the diaper above him, nuzzling deep into the warm, squishy padding. He wrapped his clawed hands around to Smolder’s padded crotch for leverage, noticing the front had grown quite warm as well. He took in deep, sensual breaths, taking in the wonderful, delicate aroma of the older dragon’s mess mixed with the subtle and fluffy scents of the baby powder.
Smolder let Spike have his fun. In fact, she rather enjoyed the feeling of the young dragon’s hands feeling her up, touching every inch of her messy diaper. It sort of...tickled in a way. In a good way. A sort of tickle that she kinda really liked! And on top of all that, having Spike practically begging her to do this for him made her feel kind of...powerful. She liked that too!
After a while she grew bored of just standing over Spike and letting him poke and prod her mess. She began to lean back and with a padded thump she landed squarely on Spike’s face with a loud squish. The younger dragon could only draw in a sharp breath of air as the smelly, crinkly thing he had spent the last ten minutes fondling now came crashing down on his face. The semi firm muck inside the diaper molded around his face as the swollen garment fell heavily against his snout.
“Ah...that feels awesome!” Smolder exclaimed, squirming on top of her seat of squishy mud. She looked over her shoulder at the green head frills that were the only thing visible of her friend’s head underneath the soiled diaper. “How's the view down there?”
Anything Spike might have had to say was muffled beneath the plastic covered pillowy material. He continued to fondle whatever part of Smolder’s diaper he could grab. The scent of musty urine began to permeate itself through the crinkling shell of the diaper, mixing with the earthy scents as the swollen, warm fluff molded around his face. He found his head surrounded by the warm, encasing his snout in the arousing scent.
For a fleeting second, Smolder worried she had taken things too far. She thought, only for a moment, that maybe smothering the younger dragon with her messy diaper wasn’t something he was hoping for. All those doubts, no matter how brief they had lasted, were immediately dashed when she noticed Spike’s cock starting to grow.
“Getting hard already huh?” Smolder laughed, ”guess I’m better at this then I thought!”
A moan vibrated her messy diaper seat as if to confirm her suspicions. With one hand Spike grabbed at her diaper front which had now swollen to twice its size and become wet and heavy with urine. His other hand ventured down below the belt where it grabbed at his throbbing dragon girth. Taking deep, blushing breaths, he began to pump his hand up and down the cock’s length.
Meanwhile Smolder pressed her diapered butt closer to his face, rocking back and forth across his snout. She could feel the heavy muck inside the diaper smush and ooze around, molding the infantile mess around her gently curved rump. Spike’s hand continued to blindly grope her swollen diaper crotch, coaxing her to press her diaper closer and closer to his head.
In a funny way, she was starting to enjoy herself. Sure she was familiar with how disgusting it might have looked, but there was something special about all this. It was a sort of bonding moment between the two dragons, a sensual and intimate moment that made every tiny sensation feel exciting and new. With each rock of her hips, she felt a tingling in her crotch that made her shiver with pleasure. It was almost enough for her to break down and begin fingering herself on the spot. Luckily her years of experience and well earned maturity kept her from doing that in front of the other dragon. Admittedly she was a little too shy to pleasure herself while Spike was here. She commended the younger dragon, whether it was bravery or blind and hopeless horniness, that Spike was able to masturbate in clear view of one of his peers.
In no time at all, Spike’s breaths became erratic and short as he dared a few more pumps of his cock before a powerful spurt of dragon cum shot into the air before plastering across his chest. He squeaked out a shivered gasp which was wholly muffled by Smolder’s diaper. His cock continued to pump out strings of dragon cum across his belly, twitching idly as his arms fell limply to his sides.
“Heh, guess hanging around those ponies have made you kind of short fused, huh?” Smolder smirked, mumbling mostly to herself. She decided now was a good time to free the younger dragon from her hold. The weight in her diaper shifted one last time as she stood up off of the exhausted purple dragon.
Spike was left satisfied to say the very least. His legs felt like gelatin and it took him a few long, blissful minutes to finally find the strength to stand up. His mind floated in a dream like state as every inch of his body tingled in wonderful afterglow. His hands weakly grabbed for paper towels and moist wipes. Anything to clean up the streaks of foggy white that now cooled across his belly.
“C’mon,” Smolder called out, wagging a fresh, folded diaper in the air, “change my diaper!”
“Wh-what? Why?!” Spike squeaked still recovering from the tingling afterglow, “c-can’t you just do it yourself?”
“I’M the one wearing the messy diaper so YOU gotta change me,” Smolder demanded, smacking the diaper into Spike’s chest.
Spike held the fluffy diaper against his chest, staring down at the thick, folded rectangle as he thought things over. Truth be told, he had never changed a diaper. It was a skill he hardly ever put time or effort into learning. As he examined the padded thing, he tried to piece together what fragmented knowledge he had on changing diapers.
Before he knew it, Smolder was already on the ground looking up at the fidgeting dragon with a raised eyebrow. “You DO know how to change a diaper right?”
“O-of course I do! Y-yeah yeah, I know how to change a diaper!” Spike stammered out as he shakily unfolded the diaper. “It’s simple! All you gotta do is...uhm...”
In a subtle song of crisp crinkles, the diaper unfolded to its full length, hanging off the young dragon’s claw like a pillowy flag. At this point of the diaper change, he had absolutely NO idea how to proceed. He didn’t even know the difference between the front and the back!
Smolder just rolled her eyes and leaned her head back. Her legs splayed outwards, exposing the swollen mound of padding that permeated with the earthy stench of her mess.
Diving straight into it, Spike tried his best and improvised. He spent most of the time cleaning, using wipe after wipe on Smolder's messy backside. He wanted to do a good job at cleaning it up as a token of his appreciation, of course, he couldn’t quite do as much of a thorough job with the front since Smolder INSISTED she was clean enough after a few wipes around her pussy.
When the old hefty diaper was finally swapped out for a fresh one, Spike's inexperience started to show through. He constantly adjusted the length of the diaper, frequently asking Smolder to lift her butt up so he could readjust it again and again. He even paused multiple times to add a little more baby powder here and there, not quite sure how much was enough. The ending result was a loose fitting diaper, crooked, and a bit high in the back. Immediately after standing up, Smolder had to make a couple adjustments to the misaligned tapes in hopes that it would make the garment fit better. The tapes lost some of their stickiness in the process, but together the two dragons managed a snug enough diaper that curved so gently around her dragonly form.
“Oh yeah! Looking goooood!” Smolder grinned as she posed in front of a full body mirror. For what it was worth, a fresh diaper definitely accentuated her sexy curves so much better than a used one.
"It's...not too loose?" Spike asked, nervously waiting to hear feedback as he wrung his hands.
"Only a little," Smolder answered, still enjoying how curvy the diaper made her look, "a bit heavy on the powder, but whatever."
Suddenly a guttural groan could be heard, causing Smolder’s ears to perk up. She glanced over at the younger dragon to find him hunched over, nursing a gurgling belly. Her eyes lit up at the sight, finding herself getting rather excited to see what was going to happen next.
“Well well,” she chuckled, “think you better hurry up and get yourself a-”
A loud burp cut the older dragon short as a bright green flame flared out of Spike’s mouth. Out of the fire and smoke came a scroll with a red wax seal in the shape of a twelve pointed star.
“Letter from Miss Twilight?” Smolder asked with a hint of disappointment, “she still sends letters to you?”
“Old habits die hard I guess,” Spike shrugged as he unraveled the scroll and gave it a quick read, “she’s asking if I can help her with an experiment of hers. She needs me to keep notes.”
“Just ignore it, it’s the weekend,” Smolder dismissed, not even looking away from her reflection as she tried looking at her diaper from different angles, “she can figure things out on her own.”
“Nah, I better not,” Spike reluctantly replied with a defeated sigh as he dusted his hands off, “I’ll uhm...see you again soon?”
“Yeah, if this thing ever gets too full, I know just who to call!” Smolder smirked, patting her padded crotch.
Spike’s face flared up, but he tried his best to maintain composure as he made his way to the door, “alright well...see ya.” He opened the door slowly and made sure the coast was clear. “And hey, Smolder?” he started again, one foot out into the hallway, “...thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Smolder answered, “just don’t keep me waiting when I need a change.”
And with that, Spike gulped once and slipped out of the room, making sure to close the door securely behind him for added privacy. That left Smolder on her own in the stillness of her bedroom. For a moment, the only sounds heard were her steady breathing and the subtle crinkles of her diaper. She returned to modeling in front of her mirror. The crisp, white padding kept her legs apart just so and nestled her private parts in an envelope of soft fluff. It all made her all tingly just looking at it.
Maybe wearing these diapers wasn't that bad.
Author's Note
Another story with a cold opening for your viewing pleasure! This story made me realize how much I try to cover all my bases before I construct a story around those bases. This is good if someone’s trying to poke holes in the logic of the narrative, but I’ve found it slows things down and sometimes I can get carried away with the amount of work I put into the backstory of the story.
Anyway, this story has been on the backburner for...probably years now. For some reason my muse decided that this was the story I should feel inspired to finally complete.
