Part 1: Enough is Enough
Twilight abruptly opens the door to find Spike dancing around happily in his apron while clad in a diaper. Books are strewn about with some in piles as if to form walls and cities. In the young dragon's hands is his trusty broom.
"SPIKE!" she exclaims. "What is the meaning of this! I thought you were cleaning the library! Not making a mess of it!"
Spike blushes deeply as his once jovial smile turns into a look of displeasure and dread. He lowers his broom and faces Twilight
"I'm sorry, Twilight." he said. "I wasn't expecting you back for awhile so I thought I'd-"
Twilight cuts him off in mid sentence
"Trash the whole library!" she exclaims as she looks scornfully towards the young dragon. "I'm very disappointed in you, Spike."
"But, Twilight-" he pleads
"And why are you wearing a diaper?" she interjects. "You weren't planning on using that were you? You know you're not a baby, Spike!"
Spike's red cheeks of embarrassment turn beet red with anger.
"Don't you look at me like that!" scolded Twilight. "Go to your room and get back to cleaning this place up!"
Spike scowls towards Twilight
"No," he replied.
Twilight appears unpleasantly surprised.
"No?" she replied while staring down her abstinent assistant. "I trusted you to clean this place while I was out doing research and I come back to find the place looking worse than what it did with you in a baby diaper of all things!"
Twilight pauses to make sure the door is closed and that no window can provide a clear view of Spike in his current state.
"What if someone saw you like this?" she asked. "Saw this place like this?"
Spike clenches his fists.
"So what if some pony did?" he more stated than asked.
Twilight moves to face down the defiant dragon.
"This is not how we act, Spike!" she scolded. "Now go to your room right now before I ground you-"
Spike presses his snout against Twilight's muzzle as he glares back at her and interjects.
"From what?" he asked. "Doing all your work? Being the butt of every pony's jokes? Being left out on everything?"
Spike fiercely stomps his foot upon the ground before continuing.
"Seriously, Twilight!" he proclaimed. "What can you take away from me in which you and every pony else hasn't already?"
Twilight growls.
"I was going to say your comic books," she said.
Spike presses his face deeper into Twilight's.
"Ooh!" he scoffed. "The one thing I genuinely have to enjoy in which in itself is a joke as they're all filled with ponies beating dragons, stealing from dragons, or making a mockery of dragons!"
"Then I'm grounding you to your room for a week with nothing then!" ordered Twilight.
"Like I had anything anyway!" growled Spike.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Twilight.
"Ever since I was hatched I've been nothing more than your servant!" stated Spike. "You say I'm your friend and number one assistant but never once, NOT ONCE, have you ever acknowledged how I needed a mother!"
Twilight appears at a loss
"A mother?" she asked.
"That's right, Twilight!" he exclaimed. "You know how I'm a "Baby Dragon"? Shouldn't I be going to school like Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and the other young fillies and colts? Shouldn't I be allowed to go out and play and discover who I am? Is it too much to ask for an actual childhood?"
Twilight steps back
"You know you really missed the mark when it comes to the Element of Generosity, Princess!" stated Spike. "I've given and given and given without so much as expecting anything in return!"
Spike leaps back and points towards Twilight
"Despite all this you treat me like a third wheel while going off and having adventures with your friends and leaving me behind to do all your dirty work back here at the library!" he exclaimed.
"That's quite enough, Spike!" proclaimed Twilight..
Spike stomps his foot angrily before letting out a mighty roar.
"IT'S FAR FROM ENOUGH!" he persisted. "I WILL NOT BE SILENCED! YOU ARE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME!"
There is a short pause.
"I was never a 'baby dragon'!" he emotionally stated. "You and Celestia stole that from me! You both insisted I learn how to read and write and do chores! You taught me obedience without love!"
Spike pulls at his diaper.
"So I'm taking it back," he said..
"Do you really think wearing a diaper will give you back your childhood?" she asked with a chuckle. "Now that's just-"
Spike breathes a torrent of fire over Twilight's head.
"I'm working with what I got, okay!" he replied. "If you won't comfort me than this diaper will! I'll rock myself to sleep and suck my claw at night! I'll hum my own tunes of security while letting the diaper and my blanket help me to feel like I was never allowed to feel!"
"But that's just-" she tried to say.
Spike interjects.
"QUIET!" he growls. "You have no right to tell me anything! Especially since you make me lie in a basket at the foot of your bed like a dog while there is clearly another bed in this library that should very well be mine!"
"But I thought you liked the bed I made for you?" she asked.
"For someone so smart your thinking of others is terribly limited," stated Spike.
"If this is about the bed you can have the bed," stated Twilight..
Spike swipes his hand in a gesture of rejection.
"Ms. Smarty Pants finally gets it only after she's prompted," he replied. "Seriously how often do you really think about me and my feelings?"
Twilight stammers.
"EXACTLY!" proclaimed Spike. "While you're off doing what you do you take for granted all I can do! How I am not just your pet but also your friend! Your son! How I'm just a kid and not your beast of burden!"
Twilight says nothing as Spike fiercely points his finger towards Twilight.
"Do I have to spell everything out for you?" he asked. "Seriously, Twilight, you're quite the dimwit for someone who is supposed to be a wise and all powerful alicorn princess!"
Twilight slams her hoof down upon the floor.
"You need to watch what you're saying, Spike!" she stated.
"Or what?" asked Spike.
Twilight's face grows red with anger as she turns to leave the library.
"I'm leaving!" she proclaimed. "This place better be all cleaned up and you'd best be ready to apologize by the time I get back!"
Spike runs and reaches the door before Twilight.
"I'm the one whose going out while you stay back and clean this place up for a change!" proclaimed Spike.
Twilight uses her magic to hold the door shut.
"No, Spike!" she commanded. "I can't let you do that! I will not let you go out looking like... that!".
Spike's rage empowers him to overcome Twilight's magic and open the door.
"What?" he asks. "Are you afraid I'll embarrass you by going out in my frilly apron and diaper on, princess?"
"That's not-" Twilight started to say.
Spike steps outside, turns to face Twilight, bends down, and shakes his diapered rump outward in front of whomever in town may be passing by.
"Stop that, Spike!" cried Twilight.
"You brought this on yourself, Twilight," he stated. "I thought we were friends but I've come to see over all these years that all I am to you is a servant. I deserve more and I'm not going to just sit around and be the third wheel, left out, or the butt of all your jokes."
"Then what are you doing to do aside from make a fool of yourself like you are now?" she asked.
"I'm going to find some pony who truly appreciates me," he stated. "Some pony who sees me as more than just a sidekick or convenience to have around! Someone who will let me be a kid for Pete's sake."
"But, I...," Twilight said.
Spike turns his back to Twilight and holds a hand up waving to her as he walks away with his back turned towards her.
"When you're ready to apologize for stealing my childhood come find me. princess," he stated. "In the meantime have fun using all your super powers to do all your dirty work for a change."
Spike storms off through Ponyville. Tears streaming down his flushed face. He didn't want matters to come to this but they did. Where will he go? Who knows. But he can't just let ponies walk all over him or treat him more like a convenience than a friend. He has rights, too. The most important of which is a childhood and he's determined to get it back no matter what.
Author's Note
Written for fun as a way to express self emotions through the character to whom I relate with most, Spike
This is in no way meant to be canon. Nor is it a work in which was done for more than a way to channel feelings I had through Spike and shipping of Rarity and Spike
Critique is welcome. There are likely some typos with some of the poems not exactly being so poetic.
If you read please enjoy it for the Slice of Life / Self Understanding / Emotional Relation Through Characters it is meant to be.
Thanks to anyone who reads this series of random works. Perhaps someone else may be able to relate though them as I related through writing them?
Part 3: You'll Always Be My Baby
Part 3: You'll Always Be My Baby
Come, dear Spike
It's time for bed
You'll look fabulous
In these clothes I've thread
The first is white and oh so soft
My Cutie Mark embroidered upon it
It's the comfiest diaper ever made
I assure you it'll be a perfect fit
Now lie upon your back
so I may put this garment upon you
Through your tail and around your waist
You look adorable, Spikey Pooh
Oh how your cheeks are now the most delightful shade of red
It is truly most becoming
But it'll take more than just a diaper
to keep you warm until the morning
The next item is a onesie
It's color pastel blue
A baby phoenix sewn upon it
and a hole for your little tail, too
Raise your arms
as I slide you into the top
And now raise your legs
so I may fasten it with a slight snap and a pop
Oh, you look so cute
my darling, Spikey Boo
But Rarity's not done yet
I've still got more clothes just for you
Footie pajamas
made of minky colored purple and white
Let's get you in and zip you up
Hopefully the fit isn't too tight
That's all the clothes I have
save for but one more thing
It's a special amulet around your neck
that includes a sapphire tipped pacifier ring
Oh just look at you, darling
You're doing that cute little waddle
Wait here for just a moment
as Ms. Rarity gets you a bottle
Safely held upon my lap
I hold you as you suckle
The cute little noises you make
I gently kiss you as I chuckle
Fill that tummy up
with warm milk as you nurse
Now up over my shoulder to burp
so your little tummy doesn't burst
Now lie on my lap
my sweet Spikey-Wikey
Close your little emerald eyes
as I bring over your blankie
So tired you are
Let me sing and rock you to sleep
Surely this is nicer
than being at home counting sheep
Back and forth
Coo and hum
Your safe with me
as I gently pat your cute little bum
Now off to bed
It's our little secret
You'll always be my baby
no matter how old you ever get
Author's Note
Written for fun as a way to express self emotions through the character to whom I relate with most, Spike
This is in no way meant to be canon. Nor is it a work in which was done for more than a way to channel feelings I had through Spike and shipping of Rarity and Spike
Critique is welcome. There are likely some typos with some of the poems not exactly being so poetic.
If you read please enjoy it for the Slice of Life / Self Understanding / Emotional Relation Through Characters it is meant to be.
Thanks to anyone who reads this series of random works. Perhaps someone else may be able to relate though them as I related through writing them?
Part 2: Even Baby Dragons Need Hugs
Part 2: Even Baby Dragons Need Hugs
Why so sad?
Life's not so bad
Come sit beside me
and rest your weary head
It's okay to cry
Although others may deny
You're burden is safe with me
You'll always be my big, strong guy
Let it all out
It's better to share than pout
Rest your head scaly head upon my shoulder
and let Ms. Rarity know what this is all about
We all have bad days
Somehow or someways
But it's important to share your feelings
Soon everything will be okay
I nuzzle at your tears
as to wipe away your fears
I hum a sweet tune
while I rock and gently pat your rear
There, there
It's so much better to share
Now it's time for Ms. Rarity
to administer some additional care
Cradled close now to my chest
Your ear pressed upon my breast
Listen to my heartbeat
Its time for you to rest
My heart beats tha-thump, tha-thump
as I gently rub your cute little rump
I kiss you lovingly on the cheek
We'll get you through this little slump
From your lips I see a bubble
But this is of no trouble
One more kiss and a gentle nuzzle
before I bring you over a warm milk bottle
Warm milk for your tummy
The soft coat and heat of my body
Lulls you off to sleep
my darling, Spikey-Wikey
Bottle through
and worries, too
Rest soundly
sweet, Spikey-Pooh
No more worries or cares
It's just you, me, and this chair
Times like this for me
are cherished beyond compare
Author's Note
Written for fun as a way to express self emotions through the character to whom I relate with most, Spike
This is in no way meant to be canon. Nor is it a work in which was done for more than a way to channel feelings I had through Spike and shipping of Rarity and Spike
Critique is welcome. There are likely some typos with some of the poems not exactly being so poetic.
If you read please enjoy it for the Slice of Life / Self Understanding / Emotional Relation Through Characters it is meant to be.
Thanks to anyone who reads this series of random works. Perhaps someone else may be able to relate though them as I related through writing them?
