Just a peek

This is an ABDL/voyeur fic with detailed clop, wetting and messing. If any of those offends you please press CTRL+W asap.

Spike was worried. He just got back to the library after helping Pinkie out by baking jillions of Hearth’s Warming cookies with his flaming breath, and he didn’t see his usually studious alicorn housemate anywhere. It was early in the evening, so she couldn’t be asleep—he expected her to be sitting at her desk, reading some magic book or writing a report or an analysis of her findings. But the desk was empty, the inkwell capped and the cushions she usually sat on cold to his touch.

His heart raced. Should anything happen to Twilight while he was absent, he would never forgive himself. Maybe she was captured by some mysterious dark force? Or zombie ponies?! Or vampire zombie ponies! Just imagining all those things made his scales shiver. He raced up the stairs, and approached the mare’s bedroom door, when he heard a peculiar sound. A crinkling sound.

His heartbeat slowed for a second, relaxing at the realization that nothing horrible had befallen her, then it picked up pace again as a new idea popped to his mind: Twilight is wrapping Hearth’s Warming Eve presents! He was—as normal for his age—curious about what he might get; he sure hoped it wasn’t another book. So he slowed his steps and tip-toed to the door, taking a peek through the keyhole.

What he saw was nothing he could ever dream of. Well, that’s not completely honest, he did dream of this scenario once, but he never believed it would ever become real. He saw Twilight alright, but she was doing nothing even remotely like wrapping presents.

She was wrapping herself! To be more exact, she was quite busy trying to tape up a crinkly indigo diaper (with some moons and comets as a decor) below her belly using her hooves only. She concentrated on the task so much, she even stuck her tongue out of her mouth—there was no way she could’ve noticed her lack of privacy.

She finally managed to finish diapering herself, and got to her hooves. She patted her butt—involuntarily turning so Spike was looking at it directly—giggling as a poof of white powder emerged from under the leak guards. She waddled around, the thick padding forcing her hindlegs a bit apart, then checked herself out in her mirror, blushing, then bursting out laughing.

“Oh boy, if anypony could see me like this, they wouldn’t believe their eyes!” she said between two fits of chuckles, then went to her bed and pulled out a small box from under it. She took out a shiny white pacifier, decorated by Celestia’s Sun, and put it in her mouth, grinning under the butterfly-shaped guard, then crawled on the bed and pronked atop of it. Spike’s eye twitched as the bed creaked under her weight loudly, but a part of his mind was enjoying the situation way too much to peel his face away from the door.

After a few minutes of bouncing on the bed like a silly filly and making a mess of the sheet and cover, the alicorn finally jumped off. She caught her breath, then went over to Spike’s half of the room, specifically to the closet he kept his dolls action figures in! What was she doing, Spike thought, as the mare-in-padding opened the cabinet and picked out a few Power Ponies, took them to the carpet in the middle, sat down with a very loud crinkle—that shot a wild sensation through Spike’s spine from his neck to the tip of his tail—and started playing with them. All wrong! She called the Masked Matterhorn something like Purple Dork, and… Spike’s train of thought derailed, then jumped back on track when…

“Uh-oh, potty!” Twilight squeaked, then lifted her rump slightly, and concentrated on relaxing. After a few seconds of nothing, a lot happened at once: she let out a soft moan, her indigo padding became discolored as it absorbed the liquid that was flowing into it like a waterfall, and her wings stiffened slightly. Spike’s claws grabbed something else that had just become erect on the other side of the door.

The alicorn sat back on the carpet with an audible squish, her wings popping up completely as she got excited by what she just did—just as much as her dragon assistant got by what he saw. He started to rub himself in his sweet spot as he kept looking.

Because things were apparently just getting started; the mare got bored of the toys and pushed them aside, grabbing some crayons and a coloring book from the box she kept her pacifier in. She laid on her stomach, soaked rump facing the door, with Spike getting harder and harder.

She was doodling for a while, humming a silly tune behind her binky, when the sound of a small fart sounded from inside her padding. She giggled once more and got to her hooves, trotting around and bouncing in anticipation of what was to come. The dragon-at-the-door stopped his claw for a few seconds, not wanting to miss the sight either.

Soon enough, Twilight squatted down, and with her cheeks blushing, she pushed, until the faint smell of horseapples started to fill the room and slowly crept out to the corridor. Spike inhaled deeply, the odor that might’ve been repulsive to others only making him harder. The lavender pony then sat on the wooden floor again (this must’ve been Spike’s lucky day, as she did so facing the door), moaning in delight as the stinky, soaked padding mushed and squished all around her marehood and butt.

She ran a hoof up and down on the front of her diaper several times, her wings getting stiff, then relaxed with each turn. Spike quickly picked up the pace and moved his claw on his drakehood at a matching rate. He was reaching his peak sooner than the mare was, panting heavily. His odd-smelling juices sprayed on his claws and the doorstep as he came, letting out a loud groan.

Too loud! The alicorn heard him: her ears perked up and she immediately stopped pleasuring herself, jumping up and rushing to the door. She tore it open, but finding only an empty corridor with nopony in sight, she uttered an embarrassed “Who’s there?”, her voice shaking. After getting no response, and failing to notice the dragon’s spunk on the door, she backed into the room and shut the door again. She sighed and whispered “Must’ve been my imagination…”

Spike couldn’t help but grin cheekily after not getting caught, as he crept back up the stairs slowly. He was determined to watch the end of his housemate’s fun evening in silence, hoping that he could secretly watch the pretty purple pony princess have her poofy padded fun again soon...