Spike's Padded Pleasures

Spike hesitated before he entered one of the guest rooms of the Castle of Friendship. Looking left, looking right, he did his best to check that no one was around to spot what was probably the most innocuous actions he could perform.

And yet, despite the fact that he was just a normal adult, normally walking into a room in his place of residence, it still felt more taboo than normal.

One more searching look, left and right down the hallway, before he entered the room in earnest. Perhaps a fool’s errand to expect an interruption in an empty castle, but it was a precaution Spike felt he needed to take.

You never know when someone was just going to pop in, after all.

The room itself was nothing too spectacular, just an average room furnished with a simple bed, dresser, nightstand, an assortment of pictures, and bookshelf filled with random books. There were several in the castle, fit to house whoever happened to be staying over. Spike had a room of his own in the castle, one with a much more personal touch, but for some reason in his more excited hours it was this room that called to him and not his own.

Perhaps it was how, at a closer glance, the room looked a bit… askew. Picture frames hung crooked despite how much one tried to fix them, bed sheets never fit correctly, the books on the bookshelf seemed to flip or swap places at random, and the walls always shifted about a quarter of an inch.

Setting the backpack he was carrying down on the bed, Spike took a moment to take in the feeling of the room. It was a small, yet potent feeling of chaos that sent a shiver down his spine.

And the shivers were redoubled as he next felt sharp claws stroking gently down his spine.

“My my, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Discord said, a smug smirk evident in his voice as he draped his arms around Spike’s front. “My dearest Spikey-Wikey~”

Spike shuddered with pleasure, a bright red blush tinging his purple cheeks. Part of him wished to stay within the embrace quite a bit longer, urging him to lean back into the chaos god hiding behind him.

But it was only part of him.

Breaking out of Discord’s loose grip without any physical trouble, Spike sat down on the bed, the embarrassed red blush still flaring brightly on his face. “Come on, you… know why I’m here.”

His eyes briefly flicked over to the bag he was now sitting beside, before returning to the Chaos God who now stood before him.

As a draconequus and Lord of Chaos, Discord was a creature of many forms. Ever shifting and ever changing to his every whim. Although naturally a noodly, snake-like creature, he might on some days wish to present as a small, shortstack femboy with the desire to draw the eyes of every man and woman he could. On others, he eschewed the concept of masculinity entirely and slid into the role of a slim seductress.

But today, as a special treat for his favorite little dragon, he decided to go big.

The first thing Spike saw were his pecs, huge slabs of muscle that jutted several inches from his chest, each adorned with thick, thumb-sized purple nipples that looked already achingly erect, as well as a dense forest of dark black hair. Following the trail of hair down, Spike’s eyes were brought down to Discord’s thick barrel of a waist. Both muscle and fat weaved itself together to provide Discord a stomach that looked both intimidatingly hard and cuddleably soft.

And below that? A throbbing, swollen jockstrap that left nearly nothing to the imagination.

“Are you done oggling me like a piece of meat?” Discord asked, thrusting his hips in Spike’s direction with a lecherous grin. With slow, deliberate motion, he brought his arms, thickly corded with muscle, up to give a double bicep flex to his adoring audience. “Or were you just about to tell me you’re just here to stare~?”

As a small, slim dragon, Spike felt completely dwarfed by this hulking stud before him. Swallowing hard, he took quite a few moments to pull his eyes away from Discord’s incredibly alluring body, instead focusing on the smug smirk on his face.

“N-no, I just…” Spike’s eyes flicked down again, just a brief look making him bring his thick thighs together. “Y-you know why I’m here.”

Discord responded with a grumble, rolling his eyes as he brought his arms down, clearly disatisfied with the response. “All I know at the moment is that I’m dealing with a little 'adult' dragon who’s overdressed and can’t use his words.” With a smug smirk pulling across his face again, he slowly approached Spike. “But, of course, I can fix one of those.”

With a snap of Discord’s fingers, Spike could feel a rush of chaos entering the room. He spent a moment confused, but looked down as he felt a cold breeze brush past his body.

His clothing had vanished, leaving him as nude as Discord. His bare, hairless chest and trim and moderately muscular waist were revealed to the world. In an instant, Spike wrapped his well-muscled arms around himself in an attempt to cover up.

This, of course, ignored the one point of ‘modesty’ that Discord had left him. He still wore a pair of tight, rear-hugging briefs to cover his crotch and contain his bulge. It was a fool’s errand, however, as his bulge was eager to make itself known as it throbbed and drooled right through the cotton fabric containing it.

And, as Spike looked down between his squeezed thighs (most assuredly making his problem worse for himself), he only had one dreadfully embarrassing question playing through his mind:

If he squeezed into his favorite pair of tighty-whities this morning, why were his undies now emblazoned with Power Ponies?

Spike opened his mouth to vocalize this question, but was quickly taken aback by the hulking draconequus standing above him. Smirking down over his shelf-like pecs at Spike’s clear confusion.

“Confused?” Discord asked, a crooning dominance and smugness in his voice. “Oh, come now, little Spikey~”

Spike’s eyes shot open as a moan ripped from his throat before he realized it was happening. His hips bucked instinctively, his hard shaft growing ever harder within its confines and surging hard as it let loose volley upon volley of thick seed into the now very damp fabric.

Satisfied with himself, Discord couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Oh, that one never gets old. Such a very good boy~” He grinned, patting a still reeling Spike on the head. Moving his attention down to the mess between Spike’s legs, he put on a look of mock horror. “Oh my word, what have you done to these poor undies?”

With a flick of his wrist, the soaked underwear were now in his hands. As Discord looked them over with a mix of glee and pure arousal, Spike brought his hands down to cover his still throbbing erection, now wobbling free between his legs.

“My my my, you’ve done quite a number on these~” Discord crooned, pulling the briefs taut between his hands and displaying the massive cum stain dripping at the front. “Perhaps I should tell Twilight her baby dragon had himself a little accident?”

A surge of embarrassment brought a bright red blush to Spike’s face, while an equal surge of arousal got him once again throbbing in earnest. His hands trembled, not knowing which of these problems he most wanted to cover with them.

“I’ve always wanted to tell her how bad these things are for little dragons like you~” Discord continued to croon, his voice low and seductive as he once again inspected the underwear in his grasp. At least until, with a flick of his wrist, the stained underwear disappeared, disposed somewhere Spike would hopefully find later. “They’re just too thin to stand up to one little accident.”

Discord briefly enjoyed the small twitch and moan Spike made when he said ‘accident’, then brought his eyes down to the bag at his side. “Oh, but it looks like you brought a change in wardrobe just for the occasion.” Discord leaned over Spike and grabbed for the bag, but took advantage of the closeness to run a hand up the dragon’s thick thigh. “One would think that you planned to paint your cute undies all along~”

Leaving Spike a squirming, squeaking mess for now, Discord pulled back to rummage through the backpack. He pulled out a few random items, far too oversized to seemingly fit inside the bag and fading before they hit the ground, before his clawed hand grabbed something small and soft.

And crinkly.

Out from the backpack, Discord pulled a nice white diaper that crinkled heavily under his touch, far more than it seemed it should. It was a basic medical diaper one would buy at the store. Thick enough for an average accident, pure white, and practically practical in every way.

Practically boring, more like it.

As Discord turned the diaper over in his hands, shaking his head as he did so. “Oh no no no, this will just not do. Too boring,” Discord snapped his fingers, emitting a flash of light around the diaper, “Too thin,” another snap with the same result, “And not nearly embarrassing enough~”

With a final flashy snap, Discord smirked as he looked over his handiwork. Gone was the boring practicality of the white medical diaper, now replaced with a thicker, pinker, and far more frilly diaper. Instead of being blank, the seat read “Baby Dragon” in big, blocky letters while the front was emblazoned with a picture of Discord’s smiling face.

While Spike reeled with embarrassment from the sight, Discord took the initiative to push him down onto the bed.

“W-wait, you don’t-” Spike yelped as he fell back, almost immediately silenced aas Discord slid something thick between his lips. Suckling a bit, he immediately recognized the calming and relaxing feeling of a pacifier in his mouth.

Though, a bit worryingly, he couldn’t seem to spit it out to finish his statement. Every time he tried, he just ended up suckling on it harder and harder.

“No need to tell me how much you appreciate the changes~” Discord smirked as he leaned over Spike. “The little guy between your legs is proof enough.”

Spike didn’t even have to look down to know how true Discord’s statement was, feeling his achingly erect shaft twitching and begging for attention with every beat of his quickening heart rate.

While he considered teasing the drooling member and the dragon connected to it, Discord instead grabbed Spike’s ankles and moved onto the next step of his plan.

Despite his clear embarrassment, Spike offered little struggle as Discord lifted his perky butt into the air, setting the transformed diaper underneath him, and setting him back down. Applying a liberal amount of baby powder, Discord made quick work in securing the diaper around Spike’s waist, delighting in the cute bulge he made in it.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go~ All safe and secure, and no more worrying about any more little accidents.” Discord said, hooking his hands under Spike’s armpits and lifting him back to a sitting position. “Now, what do we say?”

“Tank you, daddy~” Spike said eagerly past his thick pacifier, instantly and unbidden of any shame or embarrassment. All of that came moments later, his eyes going wide as he suddenly realized what he’d been forced to blurt out.

Discord was quick to pat Spike on the head in response, an action that lead to Spike leaning up into it with a small, embarrassed moan. “Aw, there’s my good little dragon. And looking so cute in your new diapee, if I do say so myself~”

Spike couldn’t help but look down at that, down at the obnoxiously pink padding that now lived between his thighs. His claws moved on their own, squishing the dense and clearly absorbent material around his bulge. His hips bucked, Spike letting out a needy moan past his pacifier aas he began to hump in earnest.

At least until, with a laugh, Discord pulled his hands away. “Oh no, good little dragons don’t touch~” The masculine draconequus smirked, growling the order close to Spike’s face. “I have plans for that cute diaper bulge of yours, and won’t just let you ruin them~”

Discord let Spike’s claws go at that, but Spike found that they simply wouldn’t return to squishing his bulge. Every time he tried, one would simply stick its thumb in his mouth to join his paci, while the other would move to his chest and caress there instead.

Discord laughed again. “Well, if you needed something to do with those naughty claws of yours, you could have just asked~” Another snap of his fingers and flash of light was all it took for a large baby bottle to appear in his claws, filled to the brim with blue milk.

Popping the pacifier out of Spike’s drooling mouth with relative ease, Discord shoved the thick nipple of the bottle in and allowed the baby dragon to take over. Spike’s claws once again moved on their own, supporting the bottle as he instinctively began to suckle.

“Don’t drink too fast now, daddy can only make so much~” Discord grinned, proudly puffing out his pecs, his nipples drooling pearlescent white drops of liquid. “If you’re a good enough boy, maybe you’ll get to drink from the tap~”

While that would have normally enticed Spike to the point of begging, he clearly wasn’t listening. The second a drop of that thick, creamy blue milk touched his tongue, all his fuzzy brain could think about was suckling on the teat in his mouth and filling his belly with as much as would be allowed.

Discord watched with glee as his little dragon downed an impressive amount of milk in such a short time. though he feigned a look of surprise as Spike got through about a quarter of it. He quickly moved to pull the bottle away from Spike, much to the little dragon’s displeasure.

“H-hey! I was,” Spike belched, a puff of blue smoke coming from his mouth, “I was drinkin’ that!”

Discord paid his baby dragon’s outburst no mind, instead looking over the bottle with fake concern. “Oh dear, it seems I’ve messed up severely. You see, I meant to grab my own deliciously chaotic milk, but instead grabbed-”

A shiver ran through Spike as he felt a tingling in his bladder, where it seems all the milk he’d drank had rushed to. As seconds passed, the tingling turned into a numbness, and the numbness buzzed a feeling of relaxation.

Hisssssssss

Warmth overtook Spike’s padded crotch as both Discord’s and Spike’s attention were brought down to it. The hissing sound filled the room as they watched Spike’s diaper swell with the contents of his overfull bladder. The pink diaper took on a tinge of blue to it, and the cartoonish Discord on the front’s expression changed from smiling to an embarrassed blush. One that matched Spike’s own.

“The milk that makes you uncontrollably wet yourself. Hmm.” Discord finished his sentence, grumbling a bit before setting the bottle on the nightstand. “Who can tell why I have milk like that lying around?”

“Mmmph~ D-Discoooord!” Spike moaned and groaned, his hips trembling under the considerable added weight and overwhelming heat of his newly soaked padding. Still unable to bring his claws down to grope his now hidden bulge, all he could do is hump the air desperately and squish the diaper drooping between his thighs.

Discord stared down at this lewd display for a long moment, wondering if maybe he’d just let Spike finish himself off like this. Just let the poor dragon hump himself into bursting with his warm, wet, and squishy diaper.

But he thought better on it, instead bringing out a special toy from his void.

A buzzing soon filled the room, one that made Spike’s hips quiver even harder as he knew exactly what it was. A soft moan of excitement became a loud cry of pleasure as Discord wasted no time in pressing the head of the vibrating wand directly into his deeply buried crotch.

The feeling was electric, the intense buzzing of the wand overtaking the entire front of Spike’s sodden diaper and sending pulse after pulse of pleasure straight into his poor overstimulated and oversensitive shaft.

“Ooh, does little Spikey love his buzzies?” Discord crooned down at the dragon as he began to buck wildly, pressing the vibrating wand ever harder into his padding. “I already know how good little dragons can’t last long like this~”

Discord was right, and Spike knew it immediately. He could already feel the build up, the growing fire in his loins as Discord rolled the wand over his squishy diaper. His hips had a mind of their own as they bucked up against the pleasureful vibrations, his mind feeling fuzzy and buzzy as he knew there was nothing he could do about it. It didn’t take long before Spike’s pleasure reached a fever pitch, just at the precipice of firing off into his cozy confines.

“Ah, just a moment.”

Just at the cliff’s edge of his impending orgasm, the alluring and addictive vibrations ceased immediately with the vibrating wand falling to the wayside just out of Spike’s reach.

Legs still quivering and hips still bucking up at nothing but air, Spike looked up in confusion only to see that Discord had completely vanished. He whined out, his balls feeling as blue as his diaper as his impending orgasm slowly ebbed away.

This absence stretched on for a few moments, Spike having to spend his time caressing his chest and stomach while trying to hump his padding to get back at those orgasmic heights, to no avail, while the wand still buzzed teasingly just out of reach.

Until, with a crinkle and a snap, Discord yet again appeared to continue the fun.

While the draconequus still wore the same smug, teasing grin, his form had slimmed down considerably. Now possessing the body of a slim, svelte, but most alluringly bottom-heavy femboy to mirror Spike, he posed with hands on his hips to stare at his hapless and horny little baby dragon.

But it wasn’t the change in form that caught Spike’s attention.

No, he was instead transfixed by what Discord was wearing on those hips and bulging around his waist. Another diaper with similar make as Spike’s, though this one traded a pink color scheme for a purple and green one. And instead of a cartoonish Discord’s face on the front, it was a rendition of Spike’s own smiling back at him.

“Sorry sweetie, just had to get changed.” Discord hummed, his voice lighter and more melodic to fit his new form. “I can’t let you have all the fun, after all.”

Approaching Spike, Discord wasted no time in grinding his, admittedly dry, padded crotch against Spike’s soaked and warm one. For a moment, both were swept up by the feeling of their padded bulges throbbing against each other, enhanced as Discord began to rock his hips gently into Spike.

It was when Discord slipped the buzzy wand in between their diapered crotches that both began humping in earnest. Even Discord was taken aback at just how sensitive just the wand through his padding made him feel.

Already nearing the edge of orgasm once, Spike wasn’t hard to bring back to it. Especially with the feeling of his diaper squishing around his confined cock with every thust Discord gave against him. His stamina was easier to measure in seconds rather than minutes as he gave one last needy buck back against Discord.

A burning heat filled Spike’s body as his shaft throbbed in orgasm for the second time now, this time painting the inside of his padding with an oversized load of white sticky cum. His diaper took it in eagerly, not spilling a drop as he continued to spray his seed again and again.

While Discord couldn’t feel Spike’s cock throbbing past his own burning pleasure and the vibrations causing it, he could see the dragon’s toes curling as he made a face of pure unabashed pleasure.

Knowing his job was done, Discord backed away from Spike with a lurid grin. Despite how much he may have wanted to continue, he found pleasure enough in seeing Spike enjoy himself so much.

“Whew, you look like you had fun~” Discord sighed, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped over to the night stand and picked up the drink still resting on it. “It’s a shame being such a studly Lord of Chaos works up quite the sweat. Although you’ve never minded in the past.”

Breaking the top off the bottle, Discord drank down the rest of the blue milk without a second thought as to its contents. While Spike, still coming down from his orgasm, thought about saying something, he quickly thought better on it.

Discord stiffened, a genuine look of shock overtaking his face as he looked down between his legs.

Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssss~

This hissing sound, louder and longer than Spike’s, was matched by the sight of Discord’s diaper swelling fast to absorb all of the blue liquid currently being deposited into it. The padding swelled fuller, fuller, and fuller, forcing the baby draconequus to bow his legs and squat to allow it room to expand.

Purple padding now bluer than ever, with the smiling Spike on the front replaced with one laughing at Discord, the well-soaked and balloon-like diaper swelled down just below the knees of the now-embarrassed Discord. As it sloshed and crinkled audibly with every movement, Discord waddled tentatively towards Spike.

“R-round two?” Discord asked, meekly and bashfully.

Grabbing the vibrating wand, Spike almost pounced at his shy and embarrassed toy.