Spike catches Discord in the middle of something private, and the teenage dragon ends up having the most humiliating time of his life.
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When Spike enters Fluttershy’s house without knocking, he catches Discord in the middle of something very private, and embarrassing. After (foolishly) laughing at and angering the God of Chaos, Discord decides to punish the teenage dragon in the most fitting way he could think of...
...By making everyone in Ponyville who isn’t himself, Discord or a foal see and hear Spike as a hatchling who only recently learned how to talk, (and can barely do so) is still in diapers, and treating him as such.
This story contains: Diapers, embarrassment, humiliation, spanking, a teenage dragon being treated like and dressed up as a baby, and being forced into a playdate with actual foals. This will be updated accordingly as it goes along.
A Rude Interruption: “I really didn’t need to see that.”
One day in Ponyville, Spike was on his way to Fluttershy’s cabin. She let him borrow some scale polish the other day, and it did wonders for him.
“I’m gonna have to ask her to let me borrow this again sometime, it feels amazing.” He said.
Passing by the stream in front of her house, he got a good look at himself in the reflection, and briefly stopped to look at himself.
Spike had grown quite a bit over the years. He wasn’t the little dragon he was before, having hit another growth spurt (Thankfully, no fiasco with him going on a rampage again) and was now pretty tall, only a head shorter than Garble.
Due to him having certain “features” more visible than most, Spike wore a full set of clothes full time now. He was currently wearing a red short sleeve shirt, an unzipped grey hoodie, and some black cotton sweatpants. Not because it was hot, he just thought that they were comfortable.
Smiling, he went up to her front door, and was about to knock, when he noticed it was slightly ajar. Shrugging to himself, Spike pushes open the door, and was about to announce his presence, when the sight in front of him made him freeze, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.
In the middle of the living room, sitting in a giant playpen, was Discord. He was sitting with his back to him, happily playing with a teddy bear, so he hadn’t noticed Spike coming in. Around his head, with his horns poking through it was a bonnet. He was some booties that appeared to have been made special for him, snugly fitting around his paw and talon. And judging from the suckling noise, he was sucking on a pacifier.
But the thing Spike’s eyes were instantly drawn to was what was around his waist.
The draconequus was wearing the biggest diaper the teenage dragon had ever seen, a white one with pink adjoining the sides. His tail happily swayed around behind him, the diaper crinkling with the movement.
Now if Spike had had any sense, he would have left as soon as possible, perhaps putting the scale polish on the doorstep. Or even politely announced his presence - from the OTHER side of the door. But what he did actually do - and would regret for a good long while afterwards - was begin to quietly laugh, placing the bottle next to him, accidentally tapping it against the glass bowl, the sound altering Discord that someone was behind him.
The draconequus smiled, and bent down, using his arms to help stand up, and in the process, revealing the bottom of his diaper to Spike. He had a certain butter-coated pegasus’ cutie mark on his rear, three pink butterflies staring right at the dragon as Discord stood up, hugging a teddy bear.
He turned around, his eyes closed, trying to look cute, and to Spike’s further amusement, he was wearing a bib that said Mommy’s Little Prankster.
“Is my baba weady yet, mommy?” the Chaos God asked in the most babyish voice possible.
That was the last straw, Spike burst out laughing, finally alerting the diapered draconequus just who was in front of him.
Discord’s eyes snapped open, and his face went as red as a tomato at the sight of the teenage dragon. Hastily, he moved his teddy bear in front of his diaper, trying to hide it, but only succeeding in appearing more infantile. He spit the pacifier out and, after using a little bit of magic to cut out any noise escaping the room, yelled indignantly.
“S-Spike?! What are you doing here? And how did you get in?!”
Still laughing, Spike managed to say "Er, I was returning Fluttershy's scale polish, and the door was open. I think the question is, what in Equestria are you doing?“
Still blushing, Discord sighed, and his arms found their way to his hips, his teddy dangling in his grip.
“If you simply MUST know, this is a very special private moment me and Fluttershy have every once in a while, and you’re ruining it.”
Spike’s laughter died down, as Discord’s words registered to him. If this was something he and one of his own closest friends did, how would he have felt if somepony barged in and laughed at him? Now looking into his eyes, Spike gulped as he could now practically hear a tea kettle steaming as Discord’s embarrassment turned into anger.
“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say a single word about this to anypony!ESPECIALLY not to the Princesses! Celly and Lulu would never let me live this down!”
Really, telling anypony about this had not been Spike's first instinct. Leaving as quickly as possible, now... that was seeming like a better and better idea by the second. "Okay...So...I'll just be going now..."
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Discord yelled at the top of his lungs, stamping his hoof onto the carpet. If Spike didn’t know any better, he would have laughed again at the sight of the God of Chaos practically throwing a temper tantrum.
Swallowing his laughter, Spike stammered out "Uh... y-yeah! Sure! Guy’s Night honor! I won’t tell anypony about seeing you like this, I promise.”
Thinking quickly, Spike said what would ultimately ensure his fate.
“I’ll uh...see you around I guess...Dissy.” Spike smiled at this, a small chuckle escaped him as he called Discord by his (correctly assumed) baby name, thinking it would further assure him that he wouldn’t tell. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect.
Discord’s eyes widened, then quickly furrowed, glaring at Spike. That tea kettle Spike could hear earlier was now a train whistle, so he decided it was time to leave.
“R-Right, I’ll see you later, then.” Spike slowly backed away from the angry, diapered Chaos God, before turning and opening the door, which had almost shut itself during this whole thing.
As Spike turned to leave, Discord found himself having many, many thoughts rushing through his head about being caught like this. He pictured what Celestia and Luna would say and do to him about this, putting him on display in front of all of Canterlot and Ponyville, the imagined reactions of the rest of Fluttershy’s friends and the make-believe crowd agitated him to no end. In short, the thought of having others seeing him like this and potentially telling about it was something that he found was actually terrifying to him, so with this mindset, he made a rather rash decision.
Thinking about what he wished to happen, the tip of his tail into a hand, and he snapped it’s fingers, causing a small pink bubble to fly at Spike, popping against his back as he closed the door behind him, not noticing anything in his haste to leave. An invisible wave spread throughout the land as reality shaped itself around what Discord wanted, the memories of everyone in Ponyville and beyond changing to suit what he made happen.
Taking deep breaths, Discord sat back down, picked back up his pacifier, and put it back into his mouth, the soothing rubber helping him to calm down from his anger, and hugged his teddy, trying to forget the thoughts that ran through his head.
A few minutes later, Fluttershy flew into the living room, a bottle of warm milk in hoof.
“Is my little prankster ready for his milk?”
Discord smiled as Fluttershy landed next to him, and lay him down, putting the bottle in his mouth.
As he drank, Discord thought about Spike, and what he was about to go through. He smiled, as he thought to himself.
Well, I’ll be sure to have Fluttershy arrange a playdate with you very soon, Spikey-Wikey.
A Hatchling Goes to Market: “I just want to go home...”
As Discord continued his private time with Fluttershy, Spike was heading straight back to the castle, where he could hopefully lose himself in a comic book (no, not like that time with the Mane-iac) , or a good bath, or even one of Twilight's chores...anything to displace the image he'd just seen as it was now making itself as prominent as possible in his mind. (Perhaps Twilight knew a forgetting spell? No, then he'd have to tell her why he needed it...)
As Spike made his way through Ponyville, trying to get the image of Discord wearing a diaper out of his head, he failed to notice that the ponies around him had stopped their own conversations, sales and anything else they were doing, and were looking at him in a mix of confusion and concern. He hasn’t gotten this many odd looks since he first came to town all those years ago.
If Spike had known what they were seeing, he would have immediately run back to Fluttershy’s and risk Discord’s anger again to get him to undo it.
No matter what Spike thought of, that image found its way back into his head. He tried to imagine himself back in that comic, but Discord was there as his sidekick, dressed how he was earlier, with a blue baby blanket as a cape. He then tried to think of the time he watched the Cake Twins, suddenly Discord was in a highchair, asking him for a bottle exactly like he did when Spike came in. He even tried to think of what would happen next week when he would help Rarity at the Boutique. Discord came in through the door in full baby clothes asking a new outfit and a diaper change.
After a few minutes of this, Spike snapped out of his stupor, and realized he had walked the opposite direction, and was in the middle of the marketplace.
“Huh, I guess that must’ve did more than I thought, I’m definitely gonna ask Twilight about a spell.” Spike said, shaking his head.
Turning around, he continued. “Hopefully she doesn’t ask too about much why I-“ He stopped as he finally noticed the ponies around him, giving him concerned looks and whispering.
He was used to ponies giving him weird looks in new places, but here in Ponyville? He’d known most of these ponies for years now, why were they looking at him like this?
He looked all over, there were ponies all around giving him that same concerned look. What they were all seeing was a small, scared hatchling waddling around, looking lost and on the verge of tears, in clothes that were way too big for the little guy.
After a few seconds, Spike felt a hoof tapping him on his shoulder.
“Spike?”
Spike jumped slightly in place at the touch, before turning around and sighing. It was a familiar grey pegasus, with a yellow mane, her most distinctive feature being her eyes, which both still managed to give the dragon a concerned look.
“Oh, hi Derpy. You scared me. You know why everyone is looking at me like that?”
Derpy hovered in front of him, looking into his eyes. “Spike, why are you so far from home?”
Spike blinked, looking over his shoulder, seeing the castle in the distance, behind a familiar bakery.
“Uh...what do you mean? I’m not that far away, sure I’m not a pegasus, but I could get over there no problem if needed.”
As Spike finished his sentence, he gave her a reassuring grin. Normally, this would be the end of the conversation and they’d go on their business. Unfortunately, Derpy was now focusing on something else. Or rather, that what appeared to her as a hatchling, slightly smaller than he was when he first came to Ponyville, was lacking something very important, and was wearing something he shouldn’t.
What she said next was the last thing he would have ever expected.
“Spike...where’s your diaper?”
Immediately, the image of Discord’s padded rear popped into his head, appearing to be shaking back and forth. Spike shook his head, and pinched himself. Was that image starting to drive him mad?!
He looked her in the eyes, there was no way he heard her say that.
“What did you say, Derpy?!”
The pegasus returned the look.
“Where’s your diaper? Did you lose it? And why are you wearing those?”
Spike shook his head, as he began to back up.
Spike was now very confused - it had been Discord in the diaper (and bib, and bonnet, and booties...and pacifier) and from the draconequus’ reaction earlier, the dragon was the only other creature that knew about their secret. He took a breath and shook his head. It was Derpy - she could be a bit confused about things sometimes. Best to take it slow, and clarify with her.
“Derpy, what are you talking about? I haven’t worn a diaper since I was three.”
Derpy looked at him, now shaking her head. Her new memories told her that he hatched not long ago.
Hovering in front of him, she gently grabbed a claw, and started pulling him to the familiar gingerbread house with surprising ease. She must have been stronger than he thought. Looking him in the eyes, she said in the calmest tone possible.
“Let’s get you to the Cakes, they can watch you while I go get your mommy.”
Spike’s eyes widened in disbelief.
MOMMY?!”
Derpy looked at him, instead of an indignant and embarrassed teenager, she saw a baby dragon who looked much happier at the mention of his mother.
“Yeah, Spike. Your mommy, Princess Twilight, she’s probably worried about you.”
Spike froze in place, what she said registering to him.
"Twilight's my...mommy?" echoed Spike in confusion. He supposed that it could kind of be seen that way... but that didn't explain any of the other odd behavior that she or the other ponies were showing.
As Spike stood in place, Derpy released his claw and flew behind him, gently nudging the dragon towards the bakery.
“Come on little guy, we’ll get you a new diaper and then head home.”
Those words helped Spike snap out of it, and he tried to break away from her, attempting to head in the direction of the castle.
“Let’s skip to the last one, please?”
Derpy flew in front of him again, placing a hoof on his shoulder.
“Spikey, you know you can’t waddle around without protection, you’ll make puddles.”
Spike's jaw dropped - had Derpy hit her head on something again? Though, trying to fight her and get away might only end up hurting her - his best bet was getting some other pony to distract her. And he supposed Sugarcube Corner was as good a place as any for that...
Derpy held out a hoof again, giving Spike a motherly look.
“Come on, Spike. I’ll buy you a cupcake if you behave.”
Looking between the castle in the distance, Derpy and the gingerbread house, Spike sighed, grabbed her hoof and turned resignedly back towards the bakery, following her inside. Hopefully the Cakes could occupy her attention long enough for him to escape...heck, he'd even take Pinkie Pie, who would for once not be the craziest pony in the room.
As they entered the Bakery, he saw that they had a full house. Every table was packed, Mrs. Cake was at the counter, and he could see Mr. Cake in the kitchen, and judging from the excited voice in there, it was safe to assume Pinkie was helping him. Out the corner of his eye, he could see the Cake Twins in a playpen in front of the giant front window.
Derpy, still holding onto his claw, brought Spike up to the counter with her, and rung the bell, getting the attention of Mrs. Cake, as well as a few customers that were close by.
Upon seeing the two, Mrs. Cake beamed. “Why, hello there Derpy.” To Spike’s surprise, she reached up and pet him on the top of his head. “And hello to you too, Spike. What are you two doing here together?”
“Mrs. Cake, Spike was wandering around the market without a diaper on, I think he got lost.”
Spike blushed, giving the Cake a sheepish grin and a wave, trying not to look at anypony else.
Mrs. Cake looked over the countertop, and gasped. “Oh, my! poor dear, I know just who to get. Pinkie!” She turned and called the name of one of Spike’s friends.
Spike could have started running as Derpy released his claw when Mrs. Cake called out to the pink mare, but he chose to wait for a moment rather than running. Surely Pinkie would be able to distract Derpy - maybe get the pegasus to the hospital like she probably needed.
Pinkie practically bounced out of the kitchen, appearing in front of them right next to Spike. “What is it, Mrs. Cake? Are those sweets I ordered here?” Pinkie, energetic as ever, didn’t notice Derpy or Spike at first.
“Pinkie, dear. I’m a little busy with the customers, could you help us please? Mrs. Cake pointed at the pair, though Spike failed to notice she was specifically pointing at his waist.
Pinkie turned her head to them, and gave a grin, her eyes sparkled upon seeing her favorite baby dragon again. She turned back to the matriarch of the family, giving her a salute. “Okie Dokie Lokie, Mrs. Cake!”
Spike let out a breath in relief, thinking his ordeal was over, and turned to leave, when suddenly Pinkie grabbed his claw, and began to lead him upstairs. “Come on, Spike! I got a surprise for you!”
Blinking, Spike quickly tugged his claw free. "Pinkie, I don't have time for surprises!
Pinkie tilted her head. “What do you mean? You love my surprises! Are you feeling okay?”
Spike sighed, and explained. “It's not you - I've just had a long day, and I think Derpy's gone kind of nuts - it's like she thinks I'm a little foal or something."
Pinkie blinked, looking at Derpy, who was ordering the cupcake she mentioned earlier, as well as some muffins, before looking back at Spike, before laughing, which Spike joined in after a moment, though his was more nervous, as he now believed that he was in the clear, and Derpy would get the help she needed.
“Well DUH, you aren’t a foal!”
Spike placed a claw on his head and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, you know that and I know that, but she-"
“You’re a hatchling, silly!”
Spike’s eyes snapped open.
“W-What?! Pinkie, you can’t be serious! Do you think I need diapers too?!”
Instead of looking surprised, or any of the other reactions that Spike was expecting, Pinkie pouted, looking at the gray pegasus in question. “Derpy! Did you spoil my surprise?”
The pegasus looked over, a muffin in hoof. “Oh! Sorry, Pinkie! I didn’t know you had a surprise planned.”
“Just go get Twilight, Derpy. We’ll watch Spike for you.” Mrs. Cake said, handing Derpy a bag, which the mare took, holding it in her mouth as she saluted, before leaving the bakery and heading in the direction of the castle.
Now Spike was just completely confused. Which, granted, was not uncommon when one spent time around Pinkie, Derpy or Discord, but that was why he just wanted to go home.
“Spike...” His attention was drawn to Mrs. Cake, who came out from behind the counter and, to Spike’s growing horror, gave him a motherly look, the same exact one Derpy was giving him earlier. “Please go upstairs with your Auntie Pinkie, your cupcake will be ready for you by the time your back.”
“B-But...I...they...I’m not a-.” Spike was at a complete loss for words. He didn’t even properly react at first when Pinkie took him by his claw, and led him upstairs.
Pinkie led the still dumbfounded dragon into the nursery, the blue walls surrounding the two as Pinkie closed the door behind them, locking it.
Pinkie bounced in front of the dragon, before looking him in the eyes.
“Okay, Spikey! Let’s get those big pony clothes off you!”
Spike’s eyes widened, before hastily backing up, trying to get some distance between him and the party mare, accidentally backing up into the changing table.
“N-No way Pinkie! There is no way I’m taking these off in front of you, or anypony else! Now please just let me leave!”
Pinkie, seeing how bashful the hatchling was, giggled to herself. Even though she changed his diaper plenty of times, he always got so embarrassed during them, which was just adorable.
“Okay, Spike. Let me help you then!”
Before Spike could register what she said, she became a pink blur, quickly going all over the teenager, before returning to her original spot, a rather familiar set of clothing in hoof.
Spike’s face went completely red as he realized what she was holding, and slowly looked down to confirm his fears.
Sure enough, the mare had stripped him completely naked, nothing but his scales staring back at him, and his rather impressive...let’s say asset, dangling between his legs, on full display for the world to see.
Spike yelped, falling back on the changing table, at which, strangely enough, some straps that weren’t there before were put around his waist, chest and arms.
“P-Pinkie? What are you doing, and where did these come from?!” The naked dragon asked, squirming around, as that was all he could do now.
Pinkie stood at the foot of the changing table, looking at Spike, though she wasn’t looking at the most obvious part of his body, instead looking him in the eyes again.
“Getting you ready for you diaper, silly! And those help keep you from falling off while I change you.”
She grabbed an unusually large diaper from under the table, as well as some baby powder. Spike blushed upon seeing that, like Discord’s diaper, it had a cutie mark on it. Or two, in this case.
The one he could see clearly was on the front, being three familiar gems, and another other one which Spike couldn’t make out at the moment.
His squirming turned into thrashing as Pinkie unfolded the diaper, first maneuvering Spike’s tail through a hole in the back, before sliding it up and placing the soft garment beneath his rear.
Spike blushed as Pinkie applied baby powder to his thighs, even lifting his legs in order to get some on his butt.
Spike slowly stopped his movement, as she taped the diaper over his waist, before giving the front a few pats, to signify it was over to the dragon.
Pinkie then pulled two baby blue mittens out and put them over Spike’s claws, at which the dragon tried (and failed) to pull his arms out of her grip.
“What now, Pinkie?” The embarrassed teenager asked.
“ Making sure you can’t take off your diaper again, Spikey!”
Spike was mortified at hearing this, as the only thing he was able to think of to get out of this at the moment was also getting taken away.
After putting them on, and making sure they couldn’t be pulled off with his teeth with yet another set of straps, the mare finally undid the ones on Spike’s body and stood him up.
As the dragon stood up, he saw a glance in a mirror on the door, blushing at the sight of himself clad in a diaper almost as big as what Discord was wearing earlier. He once again got a glimpse of what was on his rear, when Pinkie grabbed his claw, bringing the dragon over to a small playpen in front of the nursery door.
“Wait here, Spikey! Auntie Pinkie is going to get your cupcake!”
With that, Pinkie sped out, closed the door behind her, taking his clothes with her and leaving the dragon sitting on his diapered rump.
Spike attempted to undo the tape on his diaper, but sure enough, he couldn’t get a proper grip on them, no matter how hard he tried.
After a few moments, Spike glances down at the diaper, blushing at the sight of Rarity’s cutie mark on his front, before his attention was brought back to the one on his butt.
Spike looked around a bit, before his eyes rested on the only one his height and in his direct field of view. The one on the door.
Blushing, Spike moved his arms in front of him, his hands on the ground while his legs stood up, and began to slowly raise his tail.
“Okay, Spike, just a quick look, then sit back down and wait for a chance to leave.”
Once his tail was in the air, he braced himself and looked behind him, blushing upon seeing what decorated his diapered rear.
There, sitting proudly underneath the base of his tail, was Twilight’s cutie mark. The unmistakable red star covered nearly the entire back, the small white stars at the points almost invisible, but still able to be made out.
Spike let out a groan, facing his head forward and face palming.
“Right, Derpy called Twilight my mom earlier, of course that’s what’s on this thing.”
As Spike muttered to himself, he didn’t hear the doorknob turn.
“Okay, Spike, when she comes back you’re going to look her in the eye and-“ Spike was cut off by a sound.
“D’awwww, you’re so cute, Spikey-Wikey!”
Spike’s face went red, and he quickly turned his head to look at the door.
Pinkie had returned, the cupcake in hoof, her other covered her mouth as she sat on her haunches, the dragon’s diapered butt was pointed right at her, tail still raised up as he forgot to lower it.
Spike immediately turned and sat down, his face looking like a tomato, as he stammered.
“P-Pinkie! I-I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t know you were-“
Once again, Spike was cut off, this time by Pinkie quickly getting in the playpen, hugging the dragon.
Blinking, Spike awkwardly began to return it, not entirely comfortable doing so dressed as he was, not that Pinkie seemed to mind.
Pinkie then held the cupcake in front of him, it being a blue one with tiny gemstones in it.
Spike briefly forgot about his state of dress as he saw one of his favorite snacks, practically drooling as he skipped breakfast to return the scale polish to Fluttershy.
“Go on, Spikey, eat up!” Pinkie said, taking the wrap off the cupcake and gently putting it in his hands.
Spike immediately began to eat it, happily munching on the treat. Pinkie watched with a smile as Spike quickly devoured the cupcake in four bites.
Once he finished, Pinkie spoke up again.
“Spikey, guess who came in while I got your cupcake?”
Spike looked at her, confused for a moment, before his eyes widened as he remembered who Derpy went to get.
“It’s your mama!” Pinkie said, pointing at the door, as a certain purple alicorn entered the room.
Twilight was busy when she heard it, but the moment she got word that her hatchling somehow got out of the castle and got lost in Ponyville, she immediately dropped what she was doing, gathered some supplies and sped off to the Cake residence when Derpy said where he was.
Twilight immediately ran up to the flustered teenager, and embraced the diapered dragon in a tight hug.
“Oh, Spike! I’m so glad to see you’re okay! Don’t worry, mommy won’t let anything happen to you!” The alicorn continued this for a while, as Spike did the only thing he could think of for now, and that was yet another awkward hug, this one even more so considering who this was.
After a good two minutes, Twilight calmed down enough to start talking normally, and said.
“Okay, Spike, mommy needs to talk with Aunt Pinkie for a bit, so you want to play with the twins in the meantime?”
Spike’s eyes widened, his hug tightened as he remembered where they were. Back in the shop, next to the window in a playpen.
In front of everypony in the bakery.
Mistaking his tightening hug for a “yes”, Twilight broke the hug and looked her hatchling in the eye.
“Great! But before we do I got something for you.” Her horn glowed, and the bag at her side, which Spike didn’t notice at first, glowed as the first piece of clothing made itself known.
A bonnet, which was the same shade of blue as the mittens.
Spike blushed as it was levitated onto his head and was tied around it, not even trying to struggle as he knew she could just use her magic to keep him in place.
Twilight then brought out a pair of booties, which was fashioned around his feet in quick succession.
The final piece, and what Spike almost started to squirm around again because of, was a onesie. Namely, one that bore a resemblance to a sailor suit.
Spike whimpered, and raised his arms, having officially given up at this points, and it was brought down, fitting snugly around his body, and was secured on him, the flap on his butt being brought to the front and buttoned to the front.
After they were done, Twilight gently took his claw with her magic, and walking at his side, lead him back downstairs, with Pinkie following right behind them.
Playdate with the Cake Twins: “I’m sorry, Twilight!”
The ponies in the bakery were enjoying themselves, having cake, muffins and various other treats, when the sound of hooves coming down the stairs got the attention of the ones closest to them, and the sight got them quickly whispering and getting the other tables to look over.
Princess Twilight has come down, her hatchling in tow, seemingly bashful about how many ponies were looking at him.
Spike had completely frozen at the base of the stairs. Every pony in the bakery had their eyes locked onto him, as he stood there wearing a baby blue sailor outfit, it doing next to nothing to hide his new diaper. (As well as the mittens, booties and bonnet, which just made it more obvious.)
As Pinkie went to a table near the playpen, the patrons eating already in the process of leaving, Twilight brought the “hatchling” toward the pen, using her magic to gently nudge the dragon to it, bringing him in between several tables.
Spike was blushing furiously as he was walked through the bakery, hearing comments from all sides. From simply cooing, to calling him the cutest thing they’ve seen, to even petting him on the head as he passed by.
But that was nothing compared to what he’d face shortly.
Twilight opened the gate, getting the attention of the twins, as they looked and saw Spike waddling in with a whimper.
Unlike everypony else, the twins saw what was going on. They saw Spike as a teenager, wearing a sailor suit and the biggest diaper either of them had ever seen, and face as red as Pinkie’s was when she tried hot food in front of them.
Spike sat next to the Cake twins, utterly humiliated by this point.
How could this get any worse... the dragon thought to himself.
He suddenly heard laughing, and he turned to see the twins giggling and pointing at him.
Spike’s heart dropped as he realized that the only ones that knew he was a teenager and that he didn’t need to be in diapers...were the actual foals.
Spike looked downwards in shame, as Twilight closed the gate and went to sit next to Pinkie, sitting so she was facing the playpen, keeping an eye on the “baby” dragon.
A few moments passed, and Spike felt something touching his leg. He looked over to see Pumpkin Cake, holding out a ball giving him a smile.
Wordlessly, Spike took the ball from her, and watched the goal crawl back, sitting across from her brother, making a triangle shape between them, before waving her hoof toward the dragon.
Realizing what she wanted him to do, and wanting to focus on something other than the eyes around him, Spike moved his body so he was facing the two of them, and put the ball between his legs, which were now in a V shape, and gently rolled the ball over to Pumpkin, who caught it, smiled, and passed it to her brother, who then passed it back to Spike, who passed it back to Pumpkin, and so on.
As the crowd of ponies watched the adorable sight, Spike actually found himself enjoying it.
After a few minutes, Pumpkin put the ball away, before levitating toys into the center of the trio.
Pound quickly dug into the pile and got his favorite toy, an action figure of the Power Pony Fili-Second, hugging it closely.
Pumpkin got a plush Pinkie had made for her, and Spike found figures of Hum Drum and the Mane-iac, trying to picture what happened back when he was sucked into the comic as a distraction from his predicament.
After a few minutes, Spike decided to listen in on Twilight and Pinkie’s conversation.
“I’m so happy that Spikey is having fun with the twins, Twilight!”
“Yeah, it’s nice to see the twins playing nicely with somepony much younger than them”
...YOUNGER?!?
Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing, they though he was younger then the actual foals?!
Spike closed his eyes, letting out heavy breaths from his anger, finally having had enough of what was going on. But before he could say anything...
*SNAP*
Spike’s eyes shot open, and he looked down.
He had accidentally broken both of the toys, and he could see that the Twins noticed this. And to his horror, they were starting to tear up.
He dropped the broken figures and began to beg.
“No no no, please don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m so-“
The Cake twins burst into tears, catching the attention of the rest of the bakery.
“SPIKE!” Twilight marched her way over to the pen, while Pinkie sped over to the twins, trying to calm them down.
“What did you-“ she stopped as she saw the broken toys, and from her point of view, the hatchling had started to giggle.
She gave the dragon the sternest look possible. “Did you break the twins toys after they were so nice to you, Spike?”
Spike found he couldn’t say anything, as whenever Twilight was mad at him, it usually didn’t end well, and as he figured she wouldn’t do anything if she thought he was a hatchling, he slowly nodded.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Spike found himself levitated out of the playpen, as Twilight dug something else out of the bag from earlier while she pulled up a chair.
“I’m sorry I have to do this, sweetie. But I don’t want you to be a bad dragon when you get older.”
To Spike’s absolute horror, Twilight took a paddle out of the bag.
“T-Twilight, wait! I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean to break them! Please don’t spank me!” Spike pleaded desperately with the mare, who sighed.
“Spike, I don’t want to spank you, but I want you to learn not to do something like this again.”
She sat down on the chair, and Spike found himself going over her lap, his rear facing everypony in the bakery.
Using her magic, Twilight undid the onesie’s flap, and pulled Spike’s diaper down, exposing his purple scaly butt to the crowd. One of them spoke up.
“Princess Twilight, do you really need to use a paddle on the little guy?” Twilight looked at the pony, and explained.
“I spanked Spike with my hoof a week ago when he burned one of Rarity’s dresses, and he didn’t feel a thing because of his scales. This is the only way to properly discipline him like this.”
While this was going on, Spike was thrashing in place, trying his hardest to escape from her lap, but her magic kept him there.
A purple glow enveloped the handle of the paddle, as well as his legs, while her hooves lifted his tail, keeping it out of the way.
Spike stopped as he saw the faint reflection in the mirror, and letting out a whimper, he shut his eyes and braced himself for the first spanking he got since he was an actual hatchling.
The paddle swung down.
SMACK
The teenage dragon let out a yelp, as his cheeks bounced from the wood making impact.
Unbeknownst to anypony, the magic also made that specific part of his body more sensitive to pain, so it actually felt worse than what he got when he was young. It was also compelling her to continue until he said a certain phrase.
The spanking continued for a few minutes, his rear slowly turning from purple into a shade of red.
Spike, with everything that happened that day, from barging in on Discord, to being put in baby clothes and a diaper, to being brought into public wearing those, and finally getting spanked in front of a crowd, with nothing hiding his butt from them, the pain and humiliation finally got to the dragon.
On the fifteenth spank, the teenager began to cry, his cheeks now matching his face, both completely red.
It was the twenty fifth spank that got Spike to scream out at the top of his lungs.
“I’M SO SORRY, PLEASE STOP, MOMMY! “
Twilight stopped after five more, putting away the paddle and pulling back up Spike’s diaper, before embracing the crying dragon.
“I’m so sorry I had to do that sweetie. Let’s go home, so you can take a nap."
She pulled a giant pacifier out of the bag, plopping it into the teenager’s mouth, at which he instinctively began to suckle away, no longer caring at the moment that other ponies were watching him.
Her horn glowed, and the door opened, a baby buggy rolling in, just big enough to fit the dragon.
She levitated the crying dragon into it, laying him on his stomach, Spike cuddled into the pillow, still sucking on his pacifier, and pulled a blanket over him, leaving his head exposed.
Waving goodbye to everypony in the bakery, and apologizing to the Cakes for what happened with the twins, who have been calmed down as Pinkie was still hard at work to keep them happy, Twilight rolled the buggy out the door, and began the walk back to the castle, her baby still sniffling as he continued to suckle on the pacifier.
Discord’s Spell, the effects, and what is different about this Equestria.
1. With the exception of a select few, everycreature in the world will see Spike as a hatchling.
2. Children, such as the CMC, Babs Seed or Diamond Tiara, will also be aware of Spike being a teenager, but they’ll mainly just crack jokes and making fun of him for still wetting himself. And no, they won’t tell any adults about him, the spell makes sure that they never even consider to do so.
3. The spell will randomly make people see Spike as different ages, adjusting their memories to fit it. At the youngest, he only hatched a few days ago, at the oldest, he’s only two years old. It mainly keeps him seen as younger than the Cake Twins, but a few days older than Flurry Heart.
4. In addition to making Spike be seen as a baby, the spell also makes him as light as one too, making it so just about anycreature could easily pick him up. And as seen in Chapter 4, his rear is more sensitive to pain, making it exactly how it would feel if he was an actual baby getting spanked.
5. Only diapers and the clothes at the Cake’s House and Twilight’s Castle will fit snugly on Spike. Clothes that are made by Rarity, for example, will only fit up to his midsection, leaving everything below completely exposed. Same with everything at the castle, everything baby related there is about Spike’s actual size, but anywhere else and he’s in for a tight fit. And he’s going to be helping her model various baby clothes, even dresses.
6: Spike will still be allowed to eat gems, but only as a snack from now on. Meaning he’s getting baby food, bottlefed and very possibly breastfed from now on.
Bonus 1: In this world, when dragons hit puberty, their “private areas” are exposed, meaning that teenage dragons usually wear clothes, mainly just pants, to cover up and are only able to hide them in sheaths when they’re fully grown adults. Of course, this means they go completely naked until they’re old enough. And as Spike will eventually go there for a few days to get cared for like every other hatchling...well, I’m sure you know what he’s in for.
I’m putting this here as I’m unsure I’ll manage to get that far, so only read this if you’re interested in what I’m thinking of to end this little story. If not, simply stop reading here and I’ll see you next chapter.
Spike and Discord have their playdate, and Discord offers to put things back the way they were before. But Spike has to agree to two things, otherwise he’ll stay in diapers for a lot longer.
1: He has to come over once a week to participate in Discord and Fluttershy’s private time, meaning he still has to pad up, but with two others that will see him completely as a teenager. And he has to tell Fluttershy that he found Discord that day, and he wants to try it out himself.
2: Every time Discord appears from then on, he’ll be wearing every single one of his baby clothes, and Spike will be the only one to see he’s wearing them. And he’ll make sure to stop by and pay the dragon visits far more often, sometimes making stops and doing something while invisible to others just to mess with Spike.
