A brand new day begins in the peaceful town of Ponyville as the morning sun makes its ascent, brightening up its several shops and buildings as rays of radiance illuminate the area. Towering over every other edifice is none other than the Golden Oak Library, a large and stocky tree that not only functions as a big bookstore for the residents of Ponyville, but as the home of Princess Celestia’s trusted pupil, Twilight Sparkle. Of course, the purple-maned pony wasn’t the only one taking residence in this two-story treehouse of a library, as it was also the home of a certain little dragon Twilight had taken in ever since he hatched from the egg, Spike. While he acquired his wings at a significantly younger age than average, at the end of the day Spike was still a very young and developing dragon, as evident by the disposable diaper snugly secured around his bottom while he soundly sleeps in his little basket of a bed.
Even as the rising sun shines through his bedroom window, Spike’s slumber isn’t disrupted to any degree. He was well aware that he had another day of preschool in store for him, but at the same he was far too content and comfy to bother waking up.
CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!
Only the sounds of clopping hooves coming from downstairs eventually stir Spike from his sleep, signaling that Twilight was awake and likely had her attention occupied on some kind of task. Wondering whether he could be of any service, the little dragon then hops out of bed and waddles his way downstairs, his thick diaper loudly rustling and crinkling with each step he takes; although Twilight would always tell him that he was still far too young to be her assistant, Spike still wanted to help her out in one way or another, even if he’d sometimes end up doing more harm than good in spite of his intentions.
After making his way downstairs, Spike spots the purple-maned pony standing amongst several stacks of books, absorbed in getting them all organized while she uses her magic to slowly move a book from one of the stacks and methodically place it into its proper section on the shelf.
“Ooh! I wanna help! I wanna help!” says Spike as he toddles towards Twilight.
“Oh! Good morning, Spike!” Twilight responds while she continues to organize the books, though she’s a little too absorbed in this task to completely divert her attention away from it. “I’m glad you want to help, but I’ve got this under control! In the meantime, you can head back to your room to play with your toys. I’ll be right with you in just a few minutes, ok?”
Rather than heading off to play, Spike simply steps closer to Twilight and the tall stacks of books surrounding her, far too intent on helping her out to heed such directions. The little dragon stands on his tippy toes and reaches for the book at the top of the stack, though he’s quick to realize that he’s far too tiny to retrieve it. However, such a setback wasn’t going to stop him from finding a way to help out, prompting another idea to pop up in his head. With a wide smile on his face, Spike bends down and grabs a book from the bottom half of the stack, unaware of the catastrophic consequences that’ll ensue as a result of such an action.
CRAAAAAAAASH!!!
No longer able to maintain its balance, the tall stack of books topples over and crashes onto the floor. Unfortunately, the consequences of Spike’s actions don’t stop there, as he had now set off a destructive domino effect that made Twilight’s task all the more troublesome; shortly after the first stack falls over, the subsequent stacks follow suit, making a big and cluttered mess out of the once organized array of books.
“No no no! Spike! I had everything so organized!” Twilight turns around and looks at Spike with an expression of unparalleled shock, flabbergasted at the large mess the little dragon had made in a mere matter of seconds. “I told you that I had everything under control!”
“Hehe…oopsies.” says Spike with a slight blush and a sheepish smile.
Truthfully speaking, Twilight was fairly furious over this, frustrated that she’d now have to spend a substantially larger amount of time getting the library completely organized. However, at the end of the day, she knew she could only stay mad at Spike for so long, knowing that his heart was in the right place and that he had nothing but the best intentions in mind.
“Spike, see what happens when you don’t listen? Now there’s a large mess in the library…” she says with a composed tone of voice and a slightly exasperated sigh. “I really appreciate how much you want to help out, but being a good helper also means being cooperative and listening to others. It’s a lot harder to be helpful when you’re not on the same page as those you want to help.”
“I’m sorry…” says Spike with a dejected frown, clearly remorseful over the ruckus he caused. “Are you mad at me?”
“Aww, don’t worry, Spike! The great thing about making mistakes is that you can always learn something from them! As long as you learn from those mistakes, I won’t be mad at you!” Twilight trots up to the little dragon and gives him a reassuring pat on the head. “So, care to tell me what you learned from all of this?”
“That being a good helper means listening and being coop…uh…copper….uh…” Spike fumbles on this unfamiliar word.
“Cooperative?” says Twilight with a giggle, finding it quite silly to hear Spike struggle with such a word.
“Yea, that!” says the diapered dragon with a giggle of his own.
“That’s exactly right, Spike!” she smiles and gives him another gentle pat on the head. “There’s still a whole lot for you to learn, but it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re all grown up!”
Having learned something important from this little mistake of his, an accomplished smile forms on Spike’s face, feeling like he’s now a significant step closer to becoming Twilight’s assistant. However, his thoughts quickly shift elsewhere when a certain pressure starts building up in his bladder and bowels, now entirely focused on filling his diaper.
PSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!
A loud hissing sound is heard as Spike suddenly soaks his diaper, causing it to swell up and stain a dark shade of yellow all over as it sags to his knees. As he continues wetting himself, he then squats and scrunches up his face.
PBLOOOOORP!!
Spike dumps a stinky load into his diaper as well, causing it to slump onto the floor as a foul stench fills the library. Once he’s completely empty, Spike sighs in relief and looks at Twilight with a silly smile, knowing that someone would always be there to change his diapers no matter how often he used them.
“On that note, you’ve still got quite a long time until you’re grown up, at least as long as someone still has to change your diapers!” says Twilight as she slightly recoils in response to the rancid stench. “Peeyew, Spike! That really stinks!”
“Poopy! I made poopies, Twilight!” says Spike as he playfully toddles around in his dirty diaper, humored by the big mess he made in his pants while his packed pampers drag along the ground.
“Yea, you can say that again!” says Twilight with another giggle, thoroughly amused by Spike’s silly antics. “Alright, you smelly little dragon, you really need your diaper changed!”
A lavender aura envelops the little dragon before he’s lifted off the ground and carried back to his bedroom with Twilight’s magic, playfully giggling while he looks down at the lumpy diaper between his legs.
“Alright, now let’s get you cleaned up!” says Twilight before gently laying Spike on his back and acquiring all of the necessary supplies.
The purple-maned pony swiftly undoes Spike’s dirty diaper, hovering it above the trash bin before dropping it in with a loud thud. Once that’s disposed of, Twilight thoroughly wipes and powders Spike before sliding a clean diaper under his legs and snugly securing it around his bottom.
“There we go! Now you’re all padded up and ready for another day of school!” Twilight puts the little dragon back on his feet and gives his newly padded bottom a gentle pat, certainly preferring the scent of powder over his poopy diapers.
GROOOOOOOOANN!
Before anything else can be done, Spike’s tummy suddenly lets out a loud rumble, eliciting some giggles from the two of them.
“Silly me! I almost forgot about feeding you! Can’t have a productive day of preschool on an empty stomach, right?” says Twilight with another giggle.
Spike excitedly shakes his tail and flutters his wings at the prospect of food, already knowing exactly what he wants to eat. With a wide smile on his face, the diapered dragon waddles his way back downstairs, making his way to a big bowl of gemstones sitting on the counter.
“Gems! Gems! I wanna eat some gems, Twilight!” says Spike as he stares at the bowl with eyes full of desire.
“I figured you’d say that, Spike!” Twilight trots back downstairs and takes out a smaller bowl, placing four different colored gemstones into it. “Here you go! I know how much you like your gems, but try not to eat them too fast, ok?”
However, it was going to be rather difficult for him to take that order into consideration, as gemstones were undeniably his favorite food; on top of being very pleasant to the eyes, with their bright colors and their lustrous light, their captivatingly crunchy texture also made them extremely enjoyable to eat.
“Mmmm….” Spike plops onto his padded posterior and stares at the bowl as drool dribbles from his mouth, very excited to snack on some stones.
Shortly afterwards, Spike picks up a gemstone and swiftly scarfs it down, reveling in its irresistible flavor before quickly popping the next one into his mouth. Fragments of food stick onto his face as he greedily gobbles up the rest of his gems, and by the time he’s finished, small pieces of gemstones are scattered all over his face.
“Spike! I told you not to eat those too fast! Didn’t we just have a talk about listening to others?” Twilight tries to speak in a serious tone of voice, though she can’t help but giggle at the sight of Spike’s messy face.
“Hehehe!” Spikes lets out a bout of playful laughter as well, equally amused by his own antics.
“Such a silly dragon!” Twilight then uses her magic to acquire a washcloth and wipe off Spike’s face, making sure not a single fragment of food remains. “Now then, let’s get going! Wouldn’t want to be late for school, now would we?”
“Nuh-uh!” Spike smiles and climbs onto Twilight’s back, more than ready to get going.
“Alright, then off we go!” Twilight trots out of the library and walks outside.
As the two of them make their way towards their destination, Spike ecstatically bounces on his diapered bottom, eagerly anticipating an enjoyable day of preschool.
“You’re pretty excited, aren’t you, Spike?” says Twilight with a chuckle.
“Yea yea yea!” responds the diapered dragon with an enthusiastic nod of his head.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally arrive at the Ponyville Schoolhouse, a single-story building sporting a bright red exterior with yellow swirls and pink hearts around the windows, a small white staircase leading to the school’s entrance, and a big blue bell secured onto the rooftop.
“Yay yay yay! We’re here!” Spike smiles and hops off of Twilight's back.
“Indeed we are!” the unicorn responds. “Now then, you’ll be a good boy at school, yes?”
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Spike replies with an affirmative nod.
“And you’ll listen to your teachers?” she asks.
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” he responds with another nod.
“And you’ll play nice with the other kids?” she asks once more.
“Hehehe, yes, Twilight!” the dragon responds with a silly giggle.
“Hehe, I thought so! Just making sure!” Twilight smiles and gives Spike an affectionate nuzzle on the cheek. “Anywho, I have lots of books to organize back at the library! I’ll see you later, Spike!”
“Bye bye!” Spike waves goodbye and watches her walk away.
The little dragon then waddles his way up the small staircase and walks through the wide open doors, spotting several fellow preschoolers seated in their small wooden desks while Miss Cheerilee stands at the front of the class.
“Good morning, Spike! You’re right on time!” says the pink-haired earth pony. “Go ahead and take a seat!”
Spike nods his head and plops his padded rump onto a vacant seat, looking up at the teacher with an excited look on his face; perhaps it was a result of Twilight Sparkle’s studious nature rubbing off on him, but he was always drawn to the prospect of learning something new with each day of school, and this day was no different.
“Alrighty, now that everyone else is here, let’s get started!” Cheerilee says as she walks up to the chalkboard. “To start things off, we’re gonna learn about shapes, and lucky for us, we’ve got a lot to choose from!”
Cheerilee starts by drawing a big circle on the chalkboard, the most basic and simple shape of them all. Although, in spite of its simplicity, Spike was rather fascinated by it nonetheless.
“This is a circle! I’m sure several of you have seen this shape before!” Cheerilee says with a content smile. “Now let me hear it from the rest of you! What’s this shape again?”
“A circle!” the children respond in unison.
As the lesson goes on, Spike’s eyes remain fixated onto the chalkboard, intently imbibing this influx of information as Cheerilee fills the chalkboard with several kinds of shapes; whether they were the pointy triangles and diamonds, the four-sided squares and rectangles, or even the intricate hexagons and octagons, his interest never waned with the addition of each shape, immensely intrigued by this subject. Far too interested by such shapes to simply stare at them on a chalkboard, the little dragon grabs the lone pencil on his desk and starts scribbling all over his diaper, treating his padding like a personal notepad while he draws several shapes on it.
“Hm?” Cheerilee’s talk is cut off by those sounds of scribbling, prompting her to pinpoint the source of the sound. “Oh? Do you mind showing the class what you’re drawing, Spike?”
The little dragon enthusiastically gets out of his desk and toddles to the front of the class, playfully shaking his padded posterior and showing off all the shapes scribbled on his diaper.
“Oh! I suppose that’s one way to take notes!” says the teacher with a giggle. “Well then, care to show the class how much you know your shapes?”
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Spike says with an eager nod of his head before pointing to the different kinds of shapes on his diaper. “This one’s a circle, and that one’s a square, oooh, and that one’s a triangle!”
The diapered dragon continues naming several kinds of shapes, getting more and more excited with each and every one he identifies. Once he’s finished, Cheerilee responds with a wide smile, appreciative of Spike’s attentiveness.
“Wow! Such a smart cookie!” the earth pony says with a clap of her hooves. “I say that deserves a round of applause!”
The rest of the preschoolers start clapping as well, causing a potent feeling of pride to swell within Spike as he cracks an accomplished smile.
GUUUUUURGLE! GUUUUUURGGLE!!
However, a loud gurgle disrupts this celebration and Spike feels a sudden cramp strike his tummy, causing a strained expression to form on his face. In hindsight, he should have taken Twilight's advice of not eating those gemstones too quickly, and as Cheerilee would soon find out, she’d be the one having to deal with the consequences of such actions.
“Spike? Are you alright? What’s that look on your face for?” the earth pony asks him.
The diapered dragon clenches his fists and sticks out his bottom, dealing with these tummy troubles the only way he knows how as he pops a squat.
“Mmmmmph…..mmmph…” the sounds of applause are soon replaced by the sounds of Spike’s strained grunts, signaling the dirty deed he’s about to do in his diapers.
PFFFFFT! BRAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLOOOORP!!!
Boisterous bouts of flatulence are heard as Spike starts filling his diaper, causing it to expand and become quite lumpy while several solids pile into it. As he continues packing his pampers, the painful pressure in his tummy starts to subside, completely fading away just a few moments later. A wave of relief soon follows and the little dragon cracks a dopey smile once the deed is done, his loaded and lumpy diaper slumping onto the floor as a stinky stench surrounds the school.
“Oh dear…that’s what that look was for…” Cheerliee says as she plugs her nose and cringes in response to the pungent odor, clearly not looking forward to dealing with the deposits Spike dropped in his diaper.
“Hehehe…poopy…” Spike says with the silliest of smiles, clearly unconcerned about pooping his pants in a public setting; some of the other preschoolers start to giggle and laugh in response to this dirty diaper disruption, though the stinky Spike couldn’t care less if said laughter was directed at him, for he was simply glad to relieve himself of that potent pressure.
“Well…um…before class time can continue, there’s a certain someone who needs his diaper changed.” Cheerliee says as she picks Spike up, trying her best to keep her cool in spite of the lumpy load lurking in the dragon’s diaper. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with this…” she mumbles under her breath.
The teacher then steps out of the classroom and walks into the changing room, laying Spike on the changing table and acquiring all of the necessary supplies.
“Alright, here goes…” Cheerliee carefully undoes the dirty diaper and slowly picks it up, handling it as delicately as possible before dropping it into the trash with a loud thud; it was during these diaper changes when Cheerilee wished she was a unicorn instead of an earth pony, someone who could solve such tasks with magic as opposed to having to get her hooves dirty.
“Well, beggars can’t be choosers.” Cheerliee says to herself with a chuckle.
She then starts wiping and powdering Spike’s bottom, cleaning it up until it’s completely spotless. Once that’s done with, Cheerliee snugly secures a clean diaper around the dragon’s waist before lifting him off the changing table and setting him back down.
“Ooooh, numbers!” Spike smiles and looks down at his diaper scattered with single digit numbers of several colors, a fitting kind of diaper for a school setting such as this one.
“Indeed, and that’s exactly what our next lesson is about!” says the earth pony with a cheerful smile. “Now go on and head back to the classroom while I wash my hands.”
Spike waddles his way back to the classroom and heads to his desk, eliciting a loud crinkle and a poof of powder as he plops his padded posterior onto the wooden chair.
“Hehehe, poofy!” the diapered dragon continues bouncing on his bottom while he waits for the second lesson to start, gleefully giggling while bursts of baby powder shoot out of the sides of his diaper.
Cheerilee eventually returns to the classroom and stares at the students with a satisfied smile, now ready to start the next lesson.
“Okay! We’re gonna be playing with numbers next! Doesn’t that sound fun?” the earth pony asks enthusiastically.
“Yea!” the preschoolers respond in unison.
“Wonderful!” she says with a cheerful clap of her hooves. “Counting numbers can be lots of fun, but today you’re going to learn that counting is far from the only way to have fun with numbers!”
To demonstrate this, Cheerilee grabs a small basket from under her desk and takes out a red apple, placing it on the left corner of her desk.
“Alright, how many red apples do you see, children?” she asks them.
“One!” they all reply in unison.
“That’s right!” the teacher then takes out two green apples and places them on the right corner of her desk. “Now tell me how many green apples you see.”
“Two!” the children respond.
“Good! Good! Now watch what happens when I put all of these apples together!” Cheerilee pushes the pieces of colored fruit together, making the three apples adjacent to each other. “Tada! Now there’s three apples in total!”
“Woah!” an awestruck expression appears on Spike’s face, thoroughly impressed by this mathematical maneuver.
“Pretty cool, huh? By putting two numbers together, you can make an even bigger number!” she says to the class. “When you put two and one together, you end up with three! That’s called addition!”
Awestruck by this form of arithmetic, Spike bounces on his padded rump some more, eager and excited to learn more about this process of addition.
“Now you guys can give it a try!” Cheerilee says as she takes out two more red apples. “Okay, I’ve got three red apples and two green apples. So, how many apples do I have in all?”
Spike looks down at the single digit numbers on his diaper, using them as a point of reference. After eyeing an orange colored number two and a teal colored number three, the diapered dragon swiftly raises his hand, ready to give this problem a go.
“Go ahead, Spike!” Cheerliee says.
“Five!” he confidently declares.
“That’s right!” says the earth pony with an approving round of applause.
Cheerilee continues giving practice problems to the rest of the preschoolers, creating different combinations of red and green apples for each one. After several more minutes pass, the lesson comes to an end and snack time takes its place.
“Alright, I think we’ve done more than enough learning for today!” Cheerilee says as she puts the apples back in the basket and places it on the floor. “Now then, how about some apples for everyone?”
However, the sight of a big basket full of apples, those sweet and succulent apples, triggers an undesirable aspect of Spike’s draconic nature, a tendency to succumb to selfish and greedy impulses. As a devilish grin forms on the dragon’s face and his sclerae shift from white to yellow-green, he rushes to the basket and grabs handfuls of apples, wanting to salvage them all for himself.
“Spike, those apples aren’t just for you! Save some for the rest of the kids!” Cheerliee tells him.
“Nuh-uh! They’re mine!” the dragon responds with a threatening glare, wanting to safeguard and salvage what he now claims to be his.
“Uh uh uh! Sharing is caring, Spike!” says the pink-haired pony in a gentle yet matter of fact tone of voice.
“Nuh-uh! No sharing!” the dragon retorts, still succumbing to this greedy impulse.
“Come now, Spike, you know that’s not how you’re supposed to act.” Cheerilee’s voice now takes a slightly different tone, one of genuine disappointment. “I’m sure Twilight wouldn’t approve of such behavior. Why, it’d be such a shame if I had to tell her that you got in trouble today.”
In response to the mention of that name, he suddenly remembers what Twilight had told him earlier, that being a good helper is about listening to others, that being cooperative is crucial for the betterment of one’s character. Not wanting to disappoint his most trusted mentor, Spike comes back to his senses and the yellow-green tint in his sclerae fades away, his feelings of greed and selfishness quickly being replaced by guilt and remorse.
“I’m sorry…” he puts the apples back in the basket and looks at Cheerilee with a frown.
“Awww, no worries, Spike! I’m just glad you realized your mistakes!” Cheerliee says as she looks at him with a reassuring smile. “Now how about you give those apples to the rest of the class.”
“Oooh, okay!” Spike responds with a wide smile, pleased to be presented with an opportunity to help out.
The little dragon then walks around with the basket in his hands and starts passing out apples, prompting satisfied smiles to spread around the classroom as each and every child receives their scrumptious snack.
“Here you go, Miss Cheerilee!” Spike then walks up to the pink-haired pony and gives her an apple, making sure nobody goes empty handed.
“Why thank you, Spike!” she gives Spike an approving pat on the head before taking a bite of her apple.
Now that everyone is situated with their snacks, Spike has nobody else to serve other than himself, a content expression forming on his face as he grabs a green apple from the basket. The diapered dragon smacks his lips in satisfaction before taking a big bite out of the fruit, smiling in response to the sweet juices swimming around his taste buds; although there was nothing noteworthy about this apple, there was something about this occasion that made it all the more tastier, likely as a result of it feeling like a well deserved treat for making up for his mistakes.
“Alright, now be sure to throw the apple cores in the trash once you’re done.” Cheerilee says as she finishes off her apple and throws the core in the trash. “After that, you’re free to play for the rest of the day!”
The rest of the children then congregate to the trash can and throw their apple cores away before dispersing and leaving themselves to their own devices, choosing to either head over to the play area or take their playtime outdoors. For a few moments, Spike stands around in the classroom, unsure of how to put his playtime to good use, though the presence of a certain someone makes that choice a lot easier.
“Spike! Let’s play!” a red dragon with blue scales, green eyes, and a white diaper around his waist smiles at Spike and invites him to the play area.
“Hi, Jack!” Spike toddles to the dragon and greets him with a welcoming smile.
As one would expect, dragons aren’t the most plentiful of species in Ponyville, so it’s no surprise that the two of them had become close friends rather quickly; although preschool was typically the only occasion for them to see each other, Spike always had a splendid time with Jack, as his presence made playtime feel like something beyond an enjoyable way to end the school day.
“So….what do you wanna play with?” Jack asks his scaly companion.
Spike silently scans the area in response, thinking about what type of toy the two of them should play with, what kind of game they should partake in. Eventually, his eyes fixate on a red bouncy ball, its bright color and spherical shape proving to be quite captivating.
“Oooh! Let’s play with this!” Spike picks up the ball with a gleeful grin on his face.
“Yea! Good idea!” Jack responds with an equally satisfied smile.
The diapered dragons start by bouncing the ball to each other, happily giggling while doing so. This satisfies them for a little bit, but this simple act of play eventually transitions into a far more dynamic game of catch as the two of them run around the play area and toss the ball back and forth. After several more minutes pass, they put the bouncy ball back, now deciding to take their playtime elsewhere.
“Hehe, let’s play outside now!” Jack says with a shake of his tail.
“Ooooh, yea yea yea!” Spike responds with a nod, certainly not opposed to having some fun in the sun.
With that decided, the two of them toddle out of the play area and make their way outside, smiling as they are greeted by the radiant rays of sunlight.
“What are we gonna play now?” Spike asks.
At first, the diapered dragons can’t decide on what to do, though their problem is solved upon spotting a hopscotch court made of different colors of chalk.
Ooooh! Let’s play hopscotch! Let’s play hopscotch!” Jack suggests.
“Yea! Great idea!” Spike responds with a smile.
The little dragons then walk over to the start of the hopscotch court, with Jack being the first to give it a go.
“Hehe, watch this, Spike!” Jack says with a playful shake of his tail.
The red dragon swiftly makes his way through the hopscotch court, hopping on all of the numbers and stomping both feet on the areas with two tiles. Once he hops on all of the numbers, Jack turns around and looks at Spike with a wide smile, waiting for him to give it a try.
“Now it’s your turn!” Jack says to him.
“Ok! Watch this!” Spike replies.
Rather than traveling the hopscotch course through conventional means, Spike decides to put his wings to good use. After giving his wings a few flaps, he lifts himself off the ground and slowly hovers over the hopscotch course, feeling quite accomplished about this feat of flight even if it entirely went against the rules of hopscotch.
“Wow! That’s so awesome, Spike!” Jack happily claps his hands in response, thoroughly amazed by such an act.
“Hehe, now watch THIS!” Spike says with a smirk.
The little dragon flaps his wings some more and ascends further above the ground, though this doesn’t come without a cost; on top of the additional weight of the dragon’s diaper forcing his wings to exert more effort, the truth of the matter is that Spike simply isn’t that good of a flier, with such short amounts of air time already expending lots of energy. Eventually, all of that stress and strain makes its way down to Spike’s bladder and bowels, leaving him with no choice but to let it all out.
PSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
Spike suddenly soaks his diaper and it stains a dark shade of yellow, causing the dragon to slightly descend due to the weight of his droopy diaper.
BRAAAAAAAAP!!!
As his bladder empties, Spike lets out and lets out a loud fart, frantically flapping his wings as he tries to stay in the air. Although, it’s not too long before he gives in to this potent pressure, clenching his fists and scrunching up his face as he starts to push.
“Mmmph…”
PBLAAAAARMPH!!! SMOOOOOOSH!!!
Once the dragon dumps a hefty mound of mess, his wings are unable to handle the extra weight of his now soggy and stinky diaper, causing Spike to plummet onto his padded posterior with a squelchy smoosh.
“Hehehe, oopsies!” Spike simply bursts into laughter in response, glad that his full diaper was able to soften the sudden landing.
“Haha, you fell on your butt!” Jack laughs along with Spike, extremely amused by such antics.
The two of them continue to playfully giggle and laugh along, with Spike being more than content with sitting around in his dirty diaper.
GUUUUUUURGLE!!! GUUUUUUURGLE!!!
However, their laughter is quickly cut off by a loud gurgle coming from Jack’s tummy, indicating that Spike wasn’t going to be the only dragon with a dirty diaper. The red dragon then sticks out his bottom and scrunches up his face as he gets into a squat, making it more than obvious as to what he’s about to do in his diapers.
“Hehehe, you gonna go poopy too!” Spike says with a silly smile, eagerly waiting for his friend to do the dirty deed.
“Mmmph!”
PFFFT! BLOOOOORT!!
The sounds of strained grunts are heard as Jack dumps a deluge of solids into his diaper, causing it to expand and become quite lumpy. Once the deed is done, he expels a dopey sigh of relief and sits down with a smoosh, feeling rather relaxed from relieving himself.
“Hehe, you’re stinky!” Spike says with a giggle.
“You’re stinkier!” Jack responds with a hearty laugh, finding it rather funny that Spike made such a comment despite his fuller diaper.
Having already enjoyed these precious moments of playtime, the two dragons are more than content with simply being in each other’s company, sitting around in their soiled diapers and staring at each other with the silliest of smiles.
“Well, it looks like you’re all having fun!” Cheerliee says as she steps outside, supervising the children to make sure everything is alright. “Your guardians should be here fairly soon, but you can keep playing for the time being!”
Although, just when she thought her daily duties were finished, Cheerilee suddenly smells a potently pungent odor, alluding to a different kind of duty she now has to deal with.
“My goodness, what is that awful smell?” the pink haired pony covers her nose and searches for the source of the smell, though her search quickly comes to an end upon spotting Jack and Spike sitting around in their dirty diapers. “Oh…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Cheerliee then walks up to the two dragons and looks at them with the most sincere smile she can muster, trying to keep her composure in spite of such foul stenches overwhelming her senses.
“Looks you two really had to go!” Cheerliee says to them, concealing her distaste towards having to deal with two dirty diapers. “Alright, let’s get those diapers changed.”
The two of them continue to giggle and laugh while they follow Cheerilee back to the changing room, with Jack’s diaper barely dangling above the ground while Spike’s drags along the floor.
“Okay, you’re up first, Jack.” Cheerilee picks him and lays him on the changing table once the three of them reach the changing room.
While Jack gets his diaper changed, Spike continues to toddle around the room with a goofy grin on his face, enjoying the silly sight of his full diaper dragging along the floor.
“And….there we go.” Cheerilee eventually diapers up the red dragon and sets him down. “See you next time, Jack!”
Jack smiles and gives his newly diapered bottom a playful pat, making sure to say goodbye to his friend before taking his leave.
“Bye bye, Spike!” Jack says with a wave.
“Bye bye, Jack!” Spike smiles and waves back at Jack before he leaves.
“Now then, there’s another dirty dragon who needs his diaper changed.” Cheerliee then picks Spike up and lays him on the changing table, swiftly undoing the dirty diaper and dumping it into the trash.
Spike playfully squirms as the earth pony wipes and powders his bottom, gleefully giggling all the while.
“Hold still, Spike!” Cheerilee says before completely cleaning him up, sliding a clean diaper under the dragon’s legs and snugly securing it around his waist. “And…all done!” she says before lifting him off the changing table and setting him down.
“Thank you, Miss Cheerilee!” Spike says with a playful shake of his padded rump.
“You’re very welcome, Spike!” the pink-haired pony smiles and gives him a pat on the head. “See you next time!”
The diapered dragon briskly walks out of the changing room and leaves the building, thoroughly enjoying this day of preschool. As he toddles down the steps, he looks from side to side and scans the area, though it’s not too long until he spots a certain purple-maned pony.
“Twilight!” Spike waddles his way to the unicorn and looks at her with a wide smile, more than happy to see his mentor again.
“Spike!” Twilight gives the dragon an affectionate nuzzle on the cheek, equally as happy to see him. “Did you have a nice day at school?”
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Spike responds as he climbs onto her back.
“Then why don’t you tell me about your day? Did you learn anything exciting?” Twilight asks as she starts walking back home.
“Yea yea yea!” Spike enthusiastically responds, excited to tell Twilight what he learned today. “I learned about these cool shape thingies! Ooh, we did this addition thingy with apples too!”
“That’s wonderful! It’s always fun to learn something new every day!” Twilight says as the two of them head back home, with Spike hopping off her back and stepping into the library.
GROOOOOOOOAN!!!
Although, just a few moments later, Spike’s tummy lets out a loud rumble, not having much to eat ever since snack time.
“I figured my star pupil would be hungry after a long day of school!” Twilight says. “What would you like to eat, Spike?”
“Gemstones!” Spike swiftly responds, wanting a taste of those shiny snacks once again.
“Silly Spike! You already had gemstones this morning!” she says with a chuckle. “How about we have something a little more substantial?”
Twilight then walks to the kitchen and takes out some chicken along with some carrots and asparagus, using her magic to gently lay them on the counter.
“Oooh! I wanna help! I wanna help!” Spike toddles over to Twilight and looks at her pleadingly, eager to make up for his morning mishap with the books.
“Oh! Sure thing, Spike!” Twilight takes out a cutting board and places the carrots and asparagus onto it, gently placing it onto the ground. “You can start by cutting up these vegetables. Make sure to cut them into bite-sized pieces.”
Making sure to heed his mentor’s instructions this time around, Spike uses his claws to slowly and carefully cut up the vegetables, slicing them into smaller pieces. A few minutes later, the carrots and asparagus are completely cut up and Spike smiles in response to what he perceives as a job well done.
“I did it, Twilight! I did it!” the diapered dragon shows her the cutting board, quite satisfied with his work.
“Awesome job, Spike! Cut to perfection!” Twilight takes the cutting board and puts it back on the counter before presenting Spike with the chicken. “Now you can help by heating this up! Be sure not to burn it to a crisp though!”
Spike stares at the slab of meat in concentration before blowing a brief breath of fire onto it, causing flickers of green fire to crackle onto it. As several seconds pass, the chicken is roasted to a golden-brown texture, causing a pleasant aroma to fill the air.
“Mmm, that smells so good!” Twilight turns around and blows out the flame a few moments later, staring at Spike with a satisfied smile. “You’ve been very helpful Spike, now just leave the rest to me!”
The purple-maned pony uses her magic to acquire two plates and place some chicken and vegetables onto each one, serving Spike before serving herself.
“Ok! Now let’s eat!” Twilight says as she grabs her plate and sits on the floor.
Spike plops onto his padded rump and sits across from Twilight before immediately stuffing his face with chicken and vegetables, smiling in satisfaction as the tender juices of meat and crunchy textures of veggies fill his taste buds.
“Mmmmmm, so yummy!” Spike says in between mouthfuls of food.
“It sure is, and it’s all thanks to you!” Twilight says to him, though she can’t help but giggle at Spike’s sloppy ways of eating. “Although, as yummy as it is, it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, silly!”
With that little lesson learned, Spike finishes the remainder of his meal in a more refined manner, eventually cleaning off his plate.
“You’ve done your fair share of helping today, so you can play while I clean things up!” Twilight says as she picks up the two plates.
Spike nods his head and waddles his way to his bedroom, plopping onto his padded posterior once again as he starts playing with a blue toy truck. The sounds of playful laughter fill the air and the little dragon moves the plastic vehicle back and forth, making vrooming sounds all the while; in spite of it being a rather simple act of play, the side to side movements of the toy truck are extremely satisfying to Spike, causing him to completely lose track of time as the afternoon transitions into nighttime.
“Oh, Spike! It’s time for bed!” Twilight says as she enter’s Spike’s room.
“Huh?” Spike stops playing with his truck and glances at his bedroom window, quickly realizing how much time has passed. “Hehe, okay!”
Spike stands up and toddles to his little basket of a bed, but before Twilight can tuck him in, the little dragon realizes there’s a certain thing he has to do in his diapers, feeling his most recent meal make its way out.
“Mmmph….mmmph….”
Spike sticks out his bottom and bends into a squat, grunting and pushing as he prepares to release the pressure in his bowels.
“Spike…are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Twilight asks, an expression of impending dread forming on her face.
PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!!
Shortly after this statement, Spike promptly poops his diaper, causing it to slump onto the ground as a foul stench fills the air.
“I…thought so.” Twilight plugs her nose in response, a little annoyed at having to change a dirty diaper just before bedtime.
“I pooped! I pooped, Twilight!” Spike says with a goofy grin, almost as if he’s proud of the fact that he pooped his pants.
“I can see that, Spike! I can certainly smell it too!” says the unicorn with a chuckle. “Alright, lay down, you little stinker!”
After Spike lays down on his back, Twilight uses her magic to swiftly dispose of his dirty diaper, plopping it into the trash before thoroughly cleaning up his bottom. Once she diapers the dragon up, Twilight lifts him up and gently places him into the basket, tucking him in and putting the blanket over his body.
“Good night, Spike.” Twilight gives him a kiss on the cheek before closing the door and leaving the room.
With a warm blanket covering his body and a clean diaper snugly secured around his waist, Spike falls asleep with a satisfied smile on his face, excited for those future days of preschool, those opportunities to learn and grow until one day, he’s mature enough to officially become Twilight’s assistant.
PSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
Although, as Spike descends deeper into sleep, he suddenly releases the contents of his bladder, making good use of his diaper despite recently being changed into a clean one. Before the little dragon drifts off to dreamland, he gives the back of his soggy diaper a playful pat, highlighting how he still has a long way to go before growing up.
End
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