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This Story Contains:
Adult Baby Themes (Heavy)
Diapers (Heavy)
Diaper Usage - Mess (Medium)
Diaper Usage - Wet (Medium)
Public Exposure (Medium)
Alternate Realty (Medium)
Regression - Mental (Light)
Kind of Like Me
Kind of Like Me
By Scribe Feather
"Twilight?" the young dragon's voice echoed off the empty library walls. The purple dragon crept through the dark rooms of the library with only his footsteps accompanying him. "Twilight?"
He hated nights like this. Every so often he would wake up from a quick evening nap and find the area dark and quiet. The quietness left his mind free to wander and worry. The small candle he carried with him made the shadows and shapes around him dance, triggering even more imaginative worries. Feeling the primal fear of the dark, the dragon searched for Twilight.
His search eventually brought him down into the basement lab, a common place for his unicorn friend to sink hours of the night. He would often find her stuck down there, toiling around with her latest science project.
"Twilight? Are you down there?" Spike called down the basement steps, his voice reverberated off the empty room's walls.
Spike was never allowed down in the lab at such a late hour. Twilight always told him it was because he would distract her during her late night testings or trip over something in the darkness. But what if she was hurt? Or passed out somewhere?
The small candle lit his way as he cautiously climbed down the basement steps. The candle light bounced off of dimly lit metal and twisting glass pipes. Books and loose papers scattered across the large table, signs of Twilight's latest project. Curiosity got the better of the dragon, causing him to take a look at Twilight's notes.
The notebooks were filled with incomprehensible scribbles and gibberish. They mapped out some formulas and equations that Spike couldn't even come close to understanding. Twilight had multiple notebooks absolutely filled with these things. Facts and figures that the baby dragon failed to follow. However, she was kind enough to provide crude pictures every now and then, likely as visual aids for when she perfected...Whatever she was doing here.
Collecting his information from the pictures, Spike concluded that Twilight had been running experiments related to the mirror that she journeyed through to retrieve her Element of Harmony those many months ago. In her toils around the lab, she apparently cracked a crude system of hybridizing magic and science together to simulate the same effects. Instead of sending the subject to that strange world of bipedal creatures, this device would apparently send them to any dimension if perfected.
It was hard to find Twilight's dimensional device among the scrap heaps and paper stacks, but eventually Spike found a machine that matched Twilight's crude illustrations. The device was primarily made up of smooth metal and exposed control panels, roughly the size of a pony's head. Blunt, metal nubs sprouted out of the object's exterior like knots on a tree, forming a crude network on it's surface.As Spike got closer to it, he could feel an ever so faint static charge coming off of the device as it quietly hummed.
Again, the curious fibers in the dragon's body inspired him to touch the strange object. Just a testing poke to convince his mind that the strange object was real.
A single claw raised up and prodded the object, causing the humming to intensify. Spike quickly recoiled his claw, mentally kicking himself for being so stupid. He hoped that the humming would stop, but it only amplified, growing steadily more intense.
The object now shook on the table. A thundering rumbling mumbled in the deep center of the machine as gizmos and gears whirled in it's insides. Faint, static bolts started to jump from one metal nub to the next, steadily gathering more and more speed as more bolts joined the fray. The quick bolts formed into thick, bright lines from one metal nub to the next. Suddenly the bolts' light engulfed the device, giving it a sun like appearance.
Spike squinted as he shielded his eyes with a hand. The light became brighter and brighter as the thundering humming grew louder. Suddenly the light flashed brighter than the brightest light the dragon had ever seen, followed by absolute darkness as his vision cut out. His hearing followed shortly after, blacking out his sense of the world.
Eventually, Spike's vision returned, blurry at first, but it soon returned to normal. He blinked a couple times as he looked around at his surroundings.
It appeared to him that he didn't move. He was still in the middle of Twilight's basement lab and everything seemed to be in it's place. The device however seemed worse for wear. It was now cracked open like a walnut, almost as if it was unfinished and required more bolting and soldering. Other than that, everything seemed fine.
But that certainty all shattered once Spike tried to take a single step. His gate was accompanied by a loud, plastic crinkling as something big and bulky moved around his waist. He quickly looked down to find a thick, baby diaper taped around his waist. His eyes bulged out at the garment. That wasn't there a moment ago!
Worse yet, he suddenly needed to pee. Spike quickly darted up the stairs, pressing a hand into his crotch to keep his bladder at bay.
Spike had never waddled so fast in his life. With a hand pressed deep into his padded crotch he darted for the bathroom. Thankfully, aside from the change in underwear for him, everything else seemed to remain the same. The bathroom was easy to find.
Once in the bathroom, Spike took a moment to catch his breath. Made it! The diaper came off no problem. Two firm rips of it's tapes and it flopped down on the ground with a feathery thud. Spike quickly scrambled up onto the toilet and began peeing.
The dragon sighed as his bladder emptied into the toilet. Not a drop of urine in the diaper that sat on the floor a few feet away from him. He smiled to himself, glad to see that despite the diaper, he still retained his bladder control. Somehow the need to take off the diaper to go added to the feeling of success. Like he had accomplished something.
He hopped off of the toilet seat, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands. The usual routine.
Triumphantly, the dragon walked out of the bathroom. He was strangely proud of himself for making it to the bathroom before it was too late.
"Spike! What are you doing?!" Twilight barked, stopping the dragon dead in his tracks. She sounded angry, like Spike did something wrong.
Spike slowly turned to face his maker. "I-I was just using the bathroom..."
"Where's your diaper?"
"I-I took it off..." Spike felt quiver in his lip. He never liked it when Twilight was angry.
Twilight huffed and scowled at the naked dragon. Spike couldn't fathom why it was such a big deal. He was long since potty trained and Twilight knew that, didn't she? Maybe it was a joke? No...No it wasn't a joke. Twilight was too angry for it to be a joke.
Twilight paused for a moment, took a deep sigh, then pivoted around. She started to walk away and for a moment Spike thought he got away with it. But before she got too far, Spike felt a tingling sensation overcome his body right before a pink aura covered him completely.
The dragon yelped as he was suddenly lifted into the air. He was tied to an invisible leash of sorts, dragged along with Twilight leading the way. He was carried down the library halls, farther away from the bathroom and his discarded diaper.
Twilight opened a door on the right, a door that Spike couldn't exactly remember being there in the first place. Had that door always been there? Perhaps he missed it... Spike floated into the dark room and Twilight shut the door behind them.
There was a strange waft of baby powder in this dark room. Spike's eyes strained against the darkness to make sense of the room. He could just barely making out rough shapes in the shadows moments before the lights were turned on. What he saw shocked the dragon, causing him to gasp.
The walls were painted a gentle shade of blue, the ideal color for a baby boy. This room was fully equip as well, containing a crib, rocking chair, and toy chest likely filled with infantile toys. A stack of diapers that matched the one Spike had on moments ago sat on a shelf underneath what looked like a changing table. A nursery?! It was a full fledged nursery!
Spike tried to squirm out of it, but the magical aura surrounding him kept him afloat. He was gently carried over to the changing table and plopped down onto it's blue, padded top.
Much to his disbelief, a fresh diaper was floated off the stack below him and opened in front of him. The diaper had a faint infantile scent laced within it's thick padding. He helplessly squirmed against the belly strap as Twilight magically lifted his legs into the air.
He could feel the soft, crinkling diaper slip under him, brushing ever so slightly against him. His legs were slowly lowered and his rump was immediately nestled in the soft cushion of the fresh diaper.
"Twilight, stop! I don't need diapers!" Spike weakly batted at the invading hooves to no avail. "I made it to the bathroom no problem."
"I know I know. You can get back to playing after I change you," Twilight shooed away the wiggling hands and floating a container of baby powder above Spike's waist.
"That's not what I said! You're not listening!" Spike groaned as he continued to squirm, his nose tickled as a plume of baby powder covered his exposed front.
No matter how much he tried to resist it, the diaper change proceeded as usual. Twilight quickly rubbed in the powder before pulling the thick diaper up between the dragon's legs. The diaper was then securely taped around Spike's waist, fitting just right so it wouldn't slip off.
Spike groaned as he looked at the pillowy diaper that bulged around his crotch. He hadn't worn these in years! Why was Twilight putting them on him?!
To add to the humiliating diaper change, a pair of thick plastic panties were slipped up over the diaper. The panties seemed to amplify the crinkly sounds of Spike's diapers and had a childish, cloudy print on it's surface to embarrass the dragon further. These panties appeared to have a metal chain around their waist, covered in a thick plastic sleeve to reduce pinch points. A small, metal padlock clipped at Spike's waist, keeping the plastic cased chain tight around his waist.
Spike huffed, giving the embarrassing garment a bit of a tug. It wouldn't budge, not even in the slightest. He gave it a few more futile tugs just to make sure.
"I know it's tight, but it's the only way we can keep those grabby claws from taking your diapers off again!"
Spike crossed his arms and mumbled something that little dragons shouldn't say under his breath. Twilight didn't even bat an eye to the foul language. That got Spike thinking.
"Twilight? I was the one who burned your rare, first edition copy of Star Swirl's biography!" Spike instantly cringed, bracing himself for whatever scolding Twilight had prepared.
However Twilight didn't seem to hear any of it. She busied herself with making sure Spike's diaper was tucked under the plastic panties.
"I knew it," Spike sighed and plopped his head back down on the changing table, "you can't understand a word I'm saying..."
"That's right sweetie! All done!" Twilight smiled at the baby dragon, giving his belly a couple tickles to signal the end of the diaper change.
Spike was magically floated off of the changing table, the new diaper crinkling around his waist. He was simply plopped down on the nursery floor, baby toys sitting around him in one big mess.
"Now play nice sweetie. I'll be back in a few," Twilight said, trotting merrily out of the nursery.
After a whirlwind of events, Spike was finally left alone with his thoughts. His mouth hung open as he tried to make sense of all that surrounded him. A fully equipped nursery? Baby toys? Diapers?! He couldn't believe what was happening!
Spike sat there in an unnerving mixture of disbelief and rebellion. The toys didn't interest him in the slightest, but a quick look around the room revealed that they were the only way to pass the time. After awhile, the toys were curiously poked at by the bored dragon. Those pokes slowly evolved into picking up the large wooden blocks and toy trains to simply look at them. Soon Spike found himself pushing the trains through crude stacks of blocks in a sort of idle playing. He wasn't doing it out enjoyment, but more so out of boredom.
This was too real to be a dream and the only thing that the dragon could blame all this on was that strange device in the basement. Twilight must have gotten it to work! Kind of, at least. The device was powerful enough to dimension jump, but not enough to control the destination.
And it seemed that this dimension's Twilight was working on the same thing. She was likely not as far along with the project because she had a diapered, baby dragon to look after. That was the only thing Spike could reason anyway.
An unknown amount of time passed before Spike was suddenly snapped out of his playtime by a twinge growing in his bladder. With a quiet gasp, Spike sprang to his feet. He waddled as fast as he could in the thick diaper, making a mad dash to the bathroom once again. He made it without delay, standing only a few feet away from the white toilet.
An idle tug of his plastic pants merely inched the plastic about on his waist, reminding him that it was locked around his waist. He gave it another tug and then another tug, until the simple tugs turned into desperate pulls. He pathetically clawed at the thick plastic, not even making a scratch with his dulled claws.
As the seconds ticked away, so did Spike's calm. His attempts became more and more frantic until he was suddenly struck with a rush of warmth in his crotch. Both hands dug into the thick diaper to stop the accident, but his body wouldn't listen.
Just five feet away from the toilet and Spike was soaking his diaper. The baby dragon let out a quiet whimper as he could only stand there and feel the growing warmth encompass his padded waist. His lips began to quiver as he fought back tears. He couldn't make it...But he was so close!
"What are you doing in here, Spike?" Twilight popped up behind the dragon.
Spike slowly turned to face Twilight once more, fighting back tears. But it was already too late, his mind reminded him of his diaper and how he just wet himself right in the bathroom. He couldn't take any more of that and suddenly his body reacted in the only way it knew how.
The dragon suddenly started to cry, eyes becoming wet and red as embarrassment took hold. He was so ashamed of himself and to have Twilight see him in such a state was enough to break the last strand of control he had over his emotions. Twilight was quick to respond.
"Aww, it's alright Spikey," the purple pony pulled in close to the crying dragon, giving him a warm hug.
As Spike cried, he could feel an invasive hoof dipping down to his rump for just a moment. Twilight was checking his diaper! This just made him cry even more.
"Shh shh, it's alright, Spike. We'll get you a fresh didee in no time..."
Tears continued to fall from the dragon's eyes as he was carefully lifted up to Twilight's shoulder. She tenderly carried him down the hall, back into the nursery room. Or more accurately...His nursery. That thought didn't help his tears any.
Spike was gently placed on top of the padded changing table and the diaper change began. Twilight gently consoled the dragon, assuring him that everything was alright as she unlocked the plastic pants and slipped them off. Spike quickly learned to hate those locking pants. It was because of those constricting things that he wet himself in the first place.
The moment the soaked padding was removed, Spike already felt immensely better. Not having a urine soaked, clammy feeling diaper around his waist improved his mood almost instantly. Twilight cleaned up the area with wipes as Spike could only lay there and cry. it did kind of feel nice to have Twilight there to help him.
Despite the intense embarrassment that swelled inside the crying dragon's mind, Twilight proceeded with the diaper change rather routinely. Almost as if this wasn't the first time she changed his diaper. In fact, it could have very likely been the hundredth time judging by how skillful she handled the process.
Spike's eyes were still red and wet with tears as a fresh diaper was taped around his waist, complete with a generous amount of baby powder. Once again, the locking plastic pants were slipped up and locked around his waist.
Once Twilight concluded that the diaper change was finished, she lifted the dragon up and placed him in the center of his toys once again. It seemed that this was her go-to way of dealing with the dragon on days they didn't have errands to run or play dates. The old Spike could have likely been more than willing to play with his toys. The multiple teeth marks dotting the plastic toys were evidence of that.
Spike found himself slipping into the same idle playing that he got into before, only this time he would pause every now and then to make sure he wasn't thrown off guard by his full bladder.
A couple hours passed this way with Spike toiling around with his old self's toys. Eventually Twilight returned with that same warm smile she always wore. A blue, translucent bottle floated by her head. Milk could be seen sloshing about inside.
"Nappy time!" She chirped, closing the distance between her and Spike.
Spike was once again lifted into the air and carried over to his crib. As he was carried, Twilight brushed a hoof across his diaper, checking it for moisture. Finding it dry, Twilight tucked him into the crib all nice and snuggly and kissed him goodnight.
The bottle of warm milk floated down into the crib and Spike latched onto it almost out of instinct. He steadied the bottle with both hands and began suckling the rubber nipple.
About half way through the bottle, a strong drowsiness started to come over Spike. He wanted to at least finish the small bottle before falling asleep, but the magic of warm milk worked hard against this.
Quite quickly, Spike fell asleep, the bottle of sloshing milk dropped from his hands and plopped down next to his head.
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Later that night, Spike found himself waking up and quickly remembering where he was. Once again he had to confirm that he was in fact still in a diaper and locked inside a crib. A sharp pain from his bladder reminded him why he woke up in the first place. He need to pee! And bad!
He scrambled to his feet and reached for the metal lock that kept the crib gate up. He didn't come anywhere close. He then tried to pull the gate down by hand, but it wouldn't budge an inch. A hand pressed between his thighs as he wobbled from foot to foot, the pressure in his bladder growing with each passing second. He squeezed his legs as close together as possible as he did a potty dance in his crib. As the need to go grew, both hands found themselves wedged against his diapered front.
"Twilight!" He finally called, desperate enough to sacrifice dignity to avoid wetting his diaper again. "Twilight! Please let me out!" He now hopped from foot to foot. His hands started to lose feeling in them as he continued to press them into his diapered front, futility stemming the need to pee. "Twilight please hurry!"
But it was already too late. Frantically seeking relief, his body decided for him and before he knew it, his bladder began letting go. The powerful stream hissed loudly in the quiet room, splashing against the inside of Spike's diaper before being sucked up by the thirsty padding. The small wet spot on the front of his diaper quickly grew to encompass his entire front and then leaching up the back of the diaper. No matter how much he pushed his two hands into the thick diaper, his pee continued to fill the interior padding.
"T=twilight...Please..." Spike whimpered as his shoulders slumped. His bladder was empty in a matter of minutes, leaving Spike's diaper swollen, wet, and heavy.
Moments later Twilight's hoofsteps could be heard outside his nursery door. She came into the room with a concerned look on her face. "Spike honey, what's wrong?"
She examined the diapered dragon who whimpered at the gate of his crib. His saggy diaper could be clearly seen even in the dim light. She looked at Spike with a motherly tone, genuinely concerned for his well being.
The moment their eyes met, Spike's embarrassment got the best of him and he began crying.
"Aww, it's alright honey. It's only a wet diaper. It's alright," Twilight consoled the crying dragon as she magically lifted him up into the air. "We'll get you changed, don't worry."
Spike was already pretty tired and the crying only seemed to sap his energy even more. The diaper change was only half remembered by the sleepy dragon. He faintly felt his body being manipulated, laid down on the table and having his legs lifted up and wiped, but everything seemed to happen in a dream like state, fading in and out slowly until he found himself in his crib once more.
By that time, his tears were starting to dry up. His crying became sniffling and eventually stopped. With tear streaked cheeks, the dragon felt himself dozing off once again.
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"Do babies sleep all day?" A familiar voice came into focus. It sounded close and loud.
"Shh shh, you don't want to wake him," a second familiar voice chimed in with a whisper. "And don't worry, there will be plenty of time to play with him once he's well rested."
Spike finally began to stir, his eyes slowly opening with a big yawn. He squinted for a moment as his tired eyes adjusted to the bright light. He began to look around and found the area unfamiliar. He was no longer in his crib, he was somewhere else! The baby dragon began to panic, fussing in his place.
"Oh look who's up," the familiar voice from before chimed in, a pair of yellow hooves reaching into his baby carriage and pulled him out into the light.
Slowly the shape began to come into focus and Spike recognized the pony right away. "Fluttershy?"
"He's up?!" Another voice chirped, causing Spike to turn his head.
Applebloom was eagerly hopping in place beside the baby carriage with a big smile on her face.
But where was Twilight? Where was HE?! How did he get here?! All these questions flooded Spike's mind, causing him to squirm in a mini panic attack.
"Aww, it's alright honey. You're over my house. Remember my house?" Fluttershy consoled the dragon, softly patting his back. "You were sleeping so soundly we didn't want to wake you. Twilight just shuttled you over while you were napping for your visit."
"Now can I play with him?!" Applebloom excitably hopped beside Fluttershy.
"Of course you can. Keep a close eye on him okay?" Fluttershy gently plopped Spike's diapered bottom onto the ground. She then saw herself out, head out towards the kitchen.
"Sure!" Applebloom simply said, smiling at the diapered dragon.
Applebloom dug through a chest of some sort and pulled out a collection of brightly colored toys and hunks of plastic that would tantalize even the crabbiest of toddlers. Spike however had his dignity to uphold. He only gave the piles of toys a curious glance before pulling his head up and remaining still. He wasn't going to embarrass himself further if he could help it.
"What's the matter? Dun feel like playin' with your toys?" Applebloom looked at the pouting dragon. She tried to entice Spike by wiggling toys in front of him and nudging blocks closer to his spot. She even went as far as to play with the toys, trying to make the dragon want to join in.
She kept this charades up for a solid hour until she concluded that the dragon wasn't in the playing mood. Which was odd, because he always seemed to in the past. She moved onto simply playing with the toys herself, occasionally looking up at the baby dragon to make sure he wasn't in any trouble.
Spike was suddenly hit with a gut twisting cramp. His eyes became wide when he realized why. No...He wasn't gonna...
The panicked dragon pressed his rump deeper into the carpeted floor. Once again he found himself desperately trying to stem his bodily functions. There was NO WAY he was going to soil himself in front of Applebloom and Fluttershy!
However, at this point, it didn't matter what he wanted. His body was in full control in this world. He was at it's will and no amount of squeezing prevented the inevitable.
In one smooth and swift motion, his bowels pushed out a large mess into the diaper, raising his rump up a tiny bit off the floor.
Spike was paralyzed, his eyes wide open as his mind skipped, trying to comprehend what he just let happen.
The situation was made worse when he heard Applebloom sniffing loudly. She sniffed the air with a scrunched up nose. At first she tried to place the foul odor. It was a familiar stench, but she couldn't quite put her hoof on it. However as soon as she looked down at the diapered dragon and the expression he wore, the smell finally made sense.
"Fluttershy!" She called out into the air.
"Yes Applebloom?!" Fluttershy called from the kitchen. The distant clattering of dishes accompanied her voice.
"The baby pooped himself!" The words mortified the dragon as it finally set in. He could feel fears building up as he watched Fluttershy peek her head into the room.
"Oh dear," Fluttershy simply said, looking at the teary eyed dragon, "I'll go get his diaper bag. Could you keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't waddle off?"
"Sure thing, Fluttershy," Applebloom nodded and scooted closer to the dragon. As if he would run off in the state he was in.
Fluttershy returned moments later with Spike's green diaper bag slung over her shoulder. With Applebloom's aid, she gently laid Spike down on the ground in the usual diaper changing position.
Spike was too paralyzed with fear to cry this time around. He was mortified with how his body decided to act.
"He's bein' really well behaved," Applebloom commented as Fluttershy started to untape the smelly diaper.
"Mhmm, it's odd. He's usually so squirmy for his diaper changes," Fluttershy added, pulling out the tub of scented wipes from Spike's bag.
The diaper changing was much more public this time around and it felt unusual to be changed in such an open area. It was miles different from his changing table. Spike was so busy with taking in the location that he barely noticed his legs being lifted up and his rump wiped clean of the smelly mess. Before he knew it, he was in a fresh diaper with the strong scent of baby powder to boot!
Now freshly padded and his old diaper disposed of properly, Spike was pulled back into playtime. Now Fluttershy entered the fray, coaxing Spike further to join in with their playing. He eventually caved, reluctantly joining in on the fun.
As he played, Spike reflected on his days in this new world. No one seemed to bother him about his diapers and instead treated him like any other baby. He realized that the only humiliation present was the humiliation that he gave himself.
Even Fluttershy and Applebloom, who just witnessed him sitting in a messy diaper and having it changed here in Fluttershy's living room, didn't bat an eye at it. No matter how much the dragon worried, nothing unusual happened. The diaper was changed all the same.
Without worrying about it so much, Spike found himself actually enjoying the playtime. It wasn't as bad as his worried mind made it out to be after all. As he played along with Applebloom and Fluttershy, Spike found that this wasn't a horrible life, especially if he wasn't able to get back home for an unknown amount of time.
The day was played away and Spike barely noticed the time pass so quickly. A knock on the door finally brought the three out of their little play world and back into reality where the evening sun could be seen outside.
Fluttershy hopped up to answer the door. "Oh hello, Twilight. Is it time already?" She said at the doorway.
"Afraid so," Twilight pulled in a blue baby carriage.
Spike was gently lifted up into the air with Twilight's magic and gently laid inside the carriage. Twilight took great care with the baby dragon, wrapping him up a nice warm, baby blue blanket to keep him warm in the cool evening air.
"Was he any trouble?" Twilight asked, slipping a pacifier into Spike's mouth.
"Oh no no, he was an angel! And Applebloom learned a lot about babysitting."
The conversation naturally veered off to other topics including the weather and Twilight's studies. Spike tried to keep up with the conversation, but his mind felt foggy, making it difficult to listen to the three chattering ponies. Spike let out a heavy yawn and lazily smacked his lips. His blinks were slow as he watched the three ponies talk amongst themselves.
"Well I best get the little one back home for his nap."
"Bring him back anytime!" Fluttershy smiled down at the sleepy dragon before waving with her hoof. "Bye bye Spikey."
"Bye bye," Spike mumbled behind his pacifier as he weakly waved back. The three ponies seemed to like that and simultaneously ‘aww’ed in response.
Spike's carriage was rolled out of the house as he watched the scenery moved above him. He didn't stay awake long as the gentle rumbles of the baby carriage rocked him to sleep. When he finally woke up again after an undetermined amount of time, he was already in his crib.
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Time passed quicker once Spike slipped into his new role as Twilight's diapered baby dragon. Friends and family would frequently visit the library to see the cute baby, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, at least in this new reality.
Spike stirred in his crib after a wonderful nap one morning. He sat up and stretched his arms with a healthy yawn. The afternoon sun was filtering through his nursery windows, dancing on the plush carpet floor.
He did a diaper check on himself and found it wet. He simply shrugged off this fact. Twilight would be in to change him eventually. A used diaper was no big deal to the adjusted dragon, he grew accustomed to the little things that would have brought him to tears during his first few nights in this new reality.
His ears suddenly perked up at the sound of approaching hoofsteps. He raised his head and watched the nursery door in anticipation. Slowly the door opened and in came Twilight with the all too familiar, warm smile she gave him many times before. He squealed in delight at the sight of Twilight, happily throwing up his arms to be picked up.
"My my, someone's excited after their nap!" Twilight chuckled as the crib gate was magically lowered and Spike was lifted out.
Spike contently suckled on his pacifier as he was moved to the changing table to have his diaper changed. His diaper squished ever so quietly between his legs as Twilight expertly untaped the soggy thing and replaced it with a new one. All of this was rather routine for the dragon at this point. The embarrassing outcomes Spike always worried himself sick about never happened. Each diaper change was the same.
Today Twilight decided to dress Spike up in an adorable sailor suit, a piece that Rarity specially made with the baby dragon in mind. Baby clothes wasn't something that Spike panicked over, no matter how cute or how many plastic clips were on them.
"There we go! All ready for our day out!" Twilight chirped happily as Spike forced a shy smile. No one seemed to mind how Spike dressed. He could never offend anyone even if he was just wearing a diaper. Ponies found him cute and the only worries he had were the ones in his head. Having none of those worries in his head freed up space for some reflecting as he was idly lifted up off the changing table and carried to the ground floor of the library.
Spike wasn't sure when he'd get home or even if he'd ever have the chance. Twilight worked less and less in the basement, finding that her scholar projects were much more convenient when she was within earshot of Spike. The dimensional jumping device still sat in the middle of the basement lab, gathering dust from the neglect.
Would he ever get home? It was hard to say.
