Recovery and Role Play

As Smolder sat on her bed, clean diaper snugly fastened around her waist, she mentally recalled how Trixie had told them that pony ageplayers were most commonly split into two subgroups; adult foals and diaper lovers. For adult foals, diapers were just one item of a broader infantile headspace, while for the other side, diapers were the central item, and re-experiencing foalhood wasn't the goal.

Right now, she was wondering what group she would fall into. It was likely going to take more than five minutes in one to find out, and it would likely be more complicated for a dragon than a pony. Dragon hatchlinghood was no doubt much, much different than equine foalhood, with the former not involving diapers, pacifiers, or anything of the sort. But what if she enjoyed the role of a foal? Other than seeing Sandbar and Ocellus partake in their roleplay, what had brought her into Silly Filly in the first place was seeing how adorably some of Ponyville's youngest were dressed.

As she looked over to the edge of the bed to the dress, grabbing it and getting up to put it on again, she thought back more to Trixie's summer kinks class. She hadn't gone on stage, as her adoration of cute and adorable things hadn't been typically classified. But what had also grabbed her attention was one of the first, most common kinks Trixie had covered; bondage. After Starlight's demonstration, the counselor had pointed out how diapers were commonly used as a form of bondage. While she carefully slid her wings through the slits in the back of the dress before zipping the back up, Smolder blushed as she wondered if asking to be Silverstream's 'diaper slave' would bring even the slightest pause to the hippogriff's usual exuberance.

With her dress on completely, she half-waddled over to the full length mirror on the back of the door, and saw that the blooming bottom half of the dress, along with the layers of petticoat hid her waddle extremely well. There would be no telling she wore the disposable garment underneath, were it not for the crinkling that could still be heard under the fabric.

As she stared at her reflection, already the fantasy began to construct itself in her head, first coming as a disembodied voice of Celestia.

'I hope you find your accommodations acceptable, Princess Smolder, and I also hope you don't mind the precautions we've taken. We know dragon toileting habits aren't the same as ponies, and we wouldn't want anything to happen to that wonderful dress we've provided.'

"It's no problem, Princess. I'm sure I'll adjust in no time." She replied to her reflection.

It's not like dragons just relieved themselves where they stood, but bathrooms were part of the short crash course of equine society that Dragon Lord Ember had given her on the flight over when she had first come to the school. It was a bit different than finding a large rock, digging a hole, doing your business, and then quickly burying it... Or finding the nearest pool of lava, where things were efficiently incinerated anyway.

So as the Princess of the Sun continued leading her to her accommodations in Canterlot, she finally felt all that lemonade she drank today start to arrive at the end of the line.

It wasn't during Trixie's class, but months later, during a Hearth's Warming gathering at Sandbar's house, when she had asked the stallion how he had overcome the mind's habit of holding it until reaching the proper facilities. He had told her that it wasn't so much undoing the 'potty training' that you got as a foal, but simply adding another layer of training on top of that, getting your body accustomed to wearing diapers, and teaching your mind that they were a perfectly acceptable place to relieve yourself. And while that process took a little time, going to the bathroom and running a trickle of water in the sink immediately did the trick when he wet his first diaper as an adult.

So going along those steps, Smolder turned to the small bathroom the dorm had, and turned on the light. The edges of her dress brushed against both the sink cabinet and the bathtub; she absolutely loved how it blossomed out. Truly regal.

She doubted that she'd need to sit on the toilet, as her mind wasn't nearly as conditioned to those as equines were, but she figured the trickling water would help; so she reached over and turned the faucet of her sink just a bit, watching as the clear water began to trickle out and echoed as it fell to the drain. She stepped closer to the toilet as her bladder ached, took a deep breath, and imagined herself outside, behind a boulder, and slowly exhaled, and urine began to come out along with her breath; the former from her nostrils and the latter from her nethers. She felt the hot liquid press against her scales just before the disposable garment began to soak it up, as the warmth and wetness spread between her legs.

It lasted about fifteen seconds, and when it began to taper off, Smolder realized just how much heavier her diaper felt, but was astonished at how she no longer felt any liquid wetness against her scales. needless to say, it didn't take long for her imagination to take hold again as she stepped back over to look in the mirror above the sink as she shut the faucet off.

'Princess Ember? What are you doing in here? Did you make it in time?'

"I... Uh..." She nervously replied to the voice in her head.

'It's alright if you didn't make it, that's what we put you in them for, just in case. But I'm afraid I have to check you now.'

Smolder blushed at the cheeks.

'Come on now, lift up your dress please.'

As she bent over to grab the bottom of her dress, she felt the already snug diaper press tighter against herself. She took the bottom of her dress in her claws, and slowly pulled it up as she returned to a standing position, staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes being inexorably drawn to the yellow tint of her now swollen diaper.

'Oh my, it didn't take long for you to absolutely soak that. Come with me, Princess. Let's get you changed.'

Letting her dress fall back around her legs, she turned to go back to her bed, wondering if she could possibly diaper herself as well as Silverstream had. Luckily, she figured that doing it herself wouldn't be something she would have to worry about too often as long as her roommate was in town...