Mommies

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Author's Note

I put a warning of the extreme kinks in this story, if you don’t like this shit and you’re still here then you are deliberately ignoring that warning.

Also to the users that are disliking this make me think that some of y’all have never held a hard copy book in your life let alone read one. Published books don't even have trigger warnings so for many years, it has been your responsibility to put the book down if you don't like it.

Chapter 1

"Mama isn't going to be pleased when she gets home Darling," Mommy said teasingly and Spike could only whine helplessly around his pacifier gag, pleading with muffled words for Mommy to please not tell Mama.

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Rarity was such a sweet person, always looking out for Spike, making sure he ate properly, telling him to carry a sweater when it was cold out and calling him disgustingly sweet names until he blushed and stammered.

She was the perfect woman. When she kissed Spike, she kissed gently, like Spike was something delicate and precious, something to be treasured.

Rarity was confident, classy, and generous. She was more successful than she let on, always choosing to humble herself. But whenever Spike saw glimpses of her power and position, he felt as if he might swoon like a damsel.

Eventually, it began to physically pain Spike to hide his responses.

He knew couples fed each other sometimes. Ate dessert off each other's spoons while holding intense fuck-me eye contact. Then they might sip wine and make a flirty comment over the rim of their glass. Spike knew that was normal. But he wasn't normal.

When Rarity held up a spoon of food to his mouth Spike wanted to push it away like a whiny toddler. He wanted to kick and scream and demand dessert.

It wasn't his fault. Rarity was just so Mommy in everything she did. And Spike wanted to be her baby more than anything else. But he wasn't. He was her boyfriend. So he licked at the spoon seductively and told his girlfriend how sexy she looked in her fit.

It wasn't long before Spike cracked. He wasn't the mature brave dominant character that he kept trying to maintain. There was more to him than the guy he was convinced he had to be in order to date someone as gorgeous as Rarity. Rarity was older than him, more experienced in the world and Spike didn't know how long he could match his girlfriend’s polished image.

It was when him and Rarity to moved into an apartment together that Spike realized he would have to say something. He couldn't keep this up for much longer.

Rarity was a lot more Mommy up close in their own home. She was both softer and more intimidating and it made Spike feel way too close to the edge. Watching Rarity dress in designer clothing every morning, curl her fine hair, and apply her everyday makeup in the mirror was both a treat and a cruel test of Spike’s mental strength.

Days went by and Spike grew more anxious when he realized he was struggling to get it up. It was no fault of Rarity’s. She was perfectly hot and fuckable but Spike felt his interest in sex waning without his usual paraphernalia.

He was used to touching himself through a diaper. He was used to coming while he sucked on his paci. Maybe he had become too dependent on them for arousal but he didn't know how to fix that.

Rarity would try kissing him, massaging him, squeezing gently, making all kinds of sexual gestures, using toys, all things that usually got him hard quite quickly. But it wasn't working and Spike pushed her away, embarrassed.

His girlfriend had to know what he needed or they'd have to break up. He couldn't keep hiding. The relationship was under a lot of strain and it was all his fault.

Rarity was always emphasizing the importance of communication, the need for openness in a relationship. It was time for Spike to implement that philosophy and speak up.

So he did.

It went much better than he expected. Of course it did. Rarity was the nicest most understanding lady under the sun.

It was awkward and embarrassing but Rarity eased him through until he managed to put things into words.

With reddened cheeks, fiddly hands and a sweaty brow, Spike told Rarity about his favourite stuffed toys, about his pacifier, about how he liked to eat soft foods and fall asleep with a belly full of warm milk. And somehow, eventually, Spike even managed to breach the subject of diapers.

Rarity had many questions. Did Spike actually need the diapers? Did he wet himself? Did he put them on by himself and change them by himself? And as disturbed as Rarity looked, she even asked about shitting.

Spike was embarrassed down to the depths of his soul but he couldn't lose Rarity and he needed to explain these things if he wanted them to move forward.

So he tried his best to put into word how age play made him feel. And yes, sometimes he couldn't hold it no matter how hard he tried. When he felt like that, his body didn't listen to him at all and he had difficulty with the most basic tasks. So no, he couldn't always get out of a dirty diaper and into a new one on his own. He often waited before he tried to change himself.

Rarity listened attentively, face unreadable.

"So, like a toddler?"

Spike nodded reluctantly, face burning.

"So then I'd be the...Mommy?" Rarity smirked.

Spike could hardly look at his girlfriend when he assured her that he wouldn't need to deal with the diaper changes or any of that. The major issue that he was used to coming in a diaper and he was afraid that he couldn't really come without it. This is the part that Rarity really needed to know if they were going to continue their relationship.

Spike waited with bated breath for his girlfriend’s response.

"That's the cutest kink I've ever heard of," Rarity said and Spike blushed right down to his toes and let out a breath of relief that he felt like he had been holding for months. “So that’s why you get all quiet when I tell you what to do? I was trying to tone it down because I thought it was upsetting you, I even thought you were gay at some point!"

Rarity promised she would try her best to give Spike what he needed, She wasn't sure exactly what to do but she'd learn.

Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

He was in a diaper and a small t-shirt as usual when Rarity sat him down for an important talk, face impassive so Spike didn't know what to expect.

"Spike, I need a partner. A romantic partner."

She didn't beat around the bush and Spike almost wished she had. "B-but I'm your partner," Spike stammered, hating that he knew where this was going.

"Are you Spikey Wikey? I think you're just a little boy. I need an adult I can take to company dinners. An adult I can have sex with.”

"I- I can be a adult. I can- we don't have to do this anymo-"

"You can't. I see that now. You're just a little boy trying to act like a man. You need to be who you are, you can't pretend to be someone else for me. I want you to be yourself."

This had to be the strangest break-up Spike had ever experienced.

"You don't want me anymore? B-but I have nowhere to go. I- where am I supposed to go?

He didn't have a job. He only had tiny shirts that were much too small for him and he wasn't sure if he even owned trousers anymore. How was he supposed to go out in public and get things done? Go for a job interview? Meet someone?

Spike couldn't help it. He cried.

Rarity pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly and stroking his hair. "Hey, hey, it's alright Darling," she whispered, breath warming Spike's forehead. "You can stay here. I can keep taking care of you. I don't mind baby boy. But I need to start dating."

Somehow those simple words eased the sting of rejection. It wasn't rejection at all, he realized, but acceptance for a side of himself that even he had difficulty accepting. Rarity still wanted him in her life, still wanted to care for him.

But what was Spike supposed to say to that? He wasn't exactly in a position to argue or make demands of the her. He needed Rarity disproportionately more than Rarity needed him. And it was clear that he wasn’t fulfilling all of Rarity’s needs, even if the woman was satisfying his.

Even now, curled up in her arms, was where he felt safest.

"You can stay," Rarity said, as if reading his mind. "I just have a few rules."

"Rules?" He should have seen this coming. Rarity couldn't want absolutely nothing in return.

"You're only allowed to call me Mommy or Miss from now on."

He pulled back from the hug to look at Rarity. "B-but. Then I'll-" he didn't know why he was trying to explain this. Rarity already knew. "That'll make me a baby. All the time. I-" he didn't know what more to say. That was a sure-fire way to make him absolutely submissive and Rarity knew it.

"If you want to be a big boy then I'm going to have to ask you to move out and find your own way. Understand?"

Spike was both scared and horny in the strangest way. Were break-ups supposed to be this arousing? Rarity had never been so firm with him before or so demanding.

"Y-yeah."

"Answer properly Spikey Wikey."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Spike bit his lip and Rarity noticed.

“Good.” Rarity moved to the next rule before Spike could catch his breath or tame his blush. "Diapers. All the time."

That wasn't so bad. He wore diapers all the time now anyway since he was at home so much. So he nodded.

"Lastly, I need my bedroom to myself so I've moved all your things to the room downstairs. It's just, if I bring someone home...you know… "

"I un-understand.'

“Good. Since you want to be a little boy, that's what you're going to be. I won't be able to explain to a new boyfriend why I still live with my ex so you need to listen to me if you want to stay here. No changing your diaper on your own, no staying up past eight, no more graphic comics.”

“Eight? But that's so early!” The no graphic comics rule was also awful but he was trying to pick his battles.

“Not for little boys. Besides, I'm going to want to do grown up things once you're in bed so you're going to have to go to sleep early.”

Grown up things? Spike looked down at where he was twiddling his fingers in his lap, unable to look at Rarity. "Al-alright."

“Oh my God, Spike. Is this conversation turning you on?"

"N-no." Rarity knew him too well for him to hide it with the weak lie but he tried anyway.

"It is, isn't it? Wow, you're worse than I thought. I was right. This is for the best. You don't need a partner, . You need someone who will feed you and change you and discipline you. You need a Mommy."

Spike was hard inside his diaper. He couldn't help it. Being humiliated by his girlfriend never failed to make him hot and bothered. Rarity's points were difficult to dispute when Spike's body was proving them right. He could hardly get this aroused from normal sex anymore but somehow the thought of his girlfriend sleeping with a real adult got him revving. He was just too little. Rarity needed to date a grown up.

"One last thing, Sweetheart."

There was more? He looked up curiously, eyes widening at the object Rarity was holding up. It looked like a metal cucumber.

"I want you to wear this."

There were three parts to it: a ring, a metal cage, and what appeared to be a lock.

"Your sexual needs are still needs and I intend on taking care of all of them. But we will not be in a sexual relationship. Little boys don't go on dates or have sex, do they?"

Spike shook his head no, eyeing the contraption with trepidation.

"They don't. What do little boys do, Spike?"

It took Spike a while to find his words while Rarity waited. "Listen to Mommy?"

"That's right," Rarity smiled. "Have I made all the rules clear, Darling?"

Spike nodded. He was bizarrely excited at the prospect. He felt like his fantasies were coming true.

But it was terrifying. It had always been something far-fetched, something his imagination took him to when he was touching himself.

Being a helpless humiliated little baby who was dumb and needy, belonging to a beautiful strong smart woman who liked to tease him was something Spike imagined right before he came. It was the last image in his head before he orgasmed and sometimes he was blinded with how hard it hit him.

But reality was different. He felt the humiliation of it running through his veins, he felt wonderfully dizzy from arousal but being so dependent was terrifying. He was going to be Rarity's baby boy for real.

"I told you, I'll be expecting proper answers from now on, Spike."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Rarity's voice got lower, her eyes darker. She knew every button to push to get Spike to slip and it made Spike tremble. "Try again baby boy. You know what I want to hear, go on."

"Yes, Mommy."

He felt tiny.

"There you go," Rarity said sweetly as she pulled the two parts of the cock cage together around Spike's cock. "No more grown up business." She clicked the lock shut and Spike looked dejectedly down at his caged penis.

"You're going to be Mommy's sweet little boy, aren't you, baby?"

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Spike swung his legs furiously, trying to get some sort of leverage but there was nothing within reach to kick against. He tried to lift himself out of the harness and all he succeeded in doing was bouncing up and down in the baby swing.

"Having fun there, baby boy?" Mommy asked, taking a sip of her tea and paying Spike's fussing no mind. Little boys were fussy after all.

Spike groaned, trying a different approach now. Maybe he could get the harness unbuckled somehow. He tried and tried but it wasn't really designed to let the wearer get out on their own. That would defeat its purpose.

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His eyes nearly fell out of his head when he opened the door to the room downstairs. It looked nothing like it had before.

There was a car-shaped bed, definitely modelled on a toddler bed. And the whole room followed suite. There was a massive toy box in the corner, a large colorful rug in the middle, shelves that displayed his figurines and toys, a small plastic desk and a plastic chair with all his coloring things laid out. There was no wardrobe or set of drawers in sight.

Rarity noticed him looking around for it, "Don't worry about your clothes. I'll choose your outfit every morning and bring it to you. You'll probably need help getting dressed anyway."

Spike was speechless and frozen and scared to touch anything. Was he really expected to stay here in this toddler room? Did a part of him love it? Yes.

There was even a changing table big enough for him, stocked with everything Rarity would need to change him and a mobile hanging above it to keep little Spike "distracted" during a diaper change.

"You like it baby boy?"

He nodded, shyly. "You bought all of this just for me?"

"Of course. What do you say little one?"

"Th-thank you, Mommy."

Author's Note

i'd like to thank everyone that is leaving positive reviews and sharing their thoughts and ideas in the comments it makes me feel all giddy
anyways on a side note,
we are not eating the rich fast enough :facehoof:

Chapter 4

Next he tried to get the pacifier gag out. Not that it would matter much. Mommy would probably put it right back in. As expected, it was impossible and he only noticed Mommy was watching his futile attempts when he heard the amused giggle.

"I would think that a little boy who's already in trouble would be on his best behavior."

Spike resigned himself to sucking on his pacifier.

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Rarity dated around for a while, brought different people home for the night and Spike hardly saw them and almost never actually spoke to them.

Until Applejack that is. When Applejack came into their lives, everything changed.

She had been endeared by Spike at first sight. Spike was the cutest thing she'd ever seen and she fell in love with the way the boy liked to be humiliated. She loved the idea of the sweet young boy toy Rarity kept, to take care of and love in her own twisted way.

She was attracted to Rarity for different reasons, both of them shared a love for power. They admired each other's intellect and maturity, found comfort in each other's headstrong personalities and driven attitudes.

But having Spike in their lives filled a gap that neither could ever have imagined they'd have in their relationship.

Dominating the sweet boy sometimes got them both so riled up that punishing him was becoming one of their favorite kinds of foreplay.

And Spike could not bare how attractive the two were. If Rarity could command a conversation, Applejack could command a room. Applejack was intimidating in a way that Rarity wasn't, was stricter and scarier and Spike loved it. It satisfied a deep need within him that had been there for too long and that he had thought might never be filled.

Rarity, strictly a top when dating women, was now submitting to the woman in a way Spike had never imagined would happen. But somehow Applejack had managed to change even that.

Applejack sometimes even told Rarity what to do, and Rarity listened. (Something Spike found unimaginable).

For that reason, Spike didn't argue at all when Applejack started laying down new rules.

The first of which was that she expected to be called Mama.

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Mommy had caught him right before he reached the toilet and hadn't been pleased with Spike at all. He had been placed straight into his bouncer and hadn't been let out since. He was working hard to hold it but as time passed it was only getting more difficult.

Spike thought he couldn’t possibly have felt more like a stupid baby than at that moment. The pacifier gag certainly was not helping and he imagined it made him look completely infantile and helpless. It was humiliating but comforting and he couldn't decide whether he was turned on or mortified. It was somewhere in between and the cage around his cock meant it didn't matter which one it was since he couldn't do much about it either way.

But then he felt it, and he heard it and he was pretty sure Mommy heard it too. The pee escaped him with a sharp hiss, having been held for so long, the liquid released with a force and he could feel the padding around his crotch catching it and filling, growing heavier. The diaper expanded beneath the straps of the harness that held it tightly against him and he whined, wiggled, tried to make space for the way it was swelling around him.

And then something harder began pushing out at the back, into the seat of his nappy. It was warm and there was no space for it to go so it spread inside his diaper, making it feel heavier and uncomfortably sticky. It didn't smell great.

The worst place to be with a messy diaper was in the bouncer harness. It held the diaper against his body, forced him to feel all the warm wet mess against his skin and there was no way to free himself or lift himself out of it. It was the most degrading and humiliating thing he could imagine, which is probably why it was a punishment.

Warm, wet, messy, stupid, baby. The words cycled through his head like a mantra.

“Aw, Spikey Wikey, did you finally make a mess sweetheart?” Mommy sang.

Without meeting Mommy's eyes, Spike tried to hold onto the bouncy ropes to keep himself still in the swing.

The sound of the front door opening and closing travelled through to the living room and Spike could feel his heart hammering in his chest, nearly louder than the sound of shoes being removed at the entrance.

Mama walked in wearing her usual overalls, looking confident, self-assured, gorgeous and more dominating than ever. Spike felt emasculated by her mere presence and he kicked in his swing, not knowing what he wanted to achieve by it but trying anyway.

"How's my beautiful girl and my favorit' little boy hm?" She greeted, hanging her hat up on the coat rack and loosening her Timberlands as she made her way into the living room. She rolled up her sleeves to just below her elbows and Spike could see that Mommy's eyes were drinking in her delicious appearance. Spike's eyes were doing the same.

Mama first headed to couch where Mommy sat. She fell into the seat next to her lover and the two shared a tender kiss but stopped just as it got too heated, Mama pulling away to apologize for being late. They looked so good together. So lean and pretty.

Then Mama walked over to the bouncer. She smelled like expensive wine and the apple blossoms in her family's apple orchard. Brushing Spike's hair back, Mama placed a soft kiss on his forehead, making him blush despite the rest of his predicament and bondage.

"Howdy sugar-cube," Mama said, and then her nose crinkled and Spike wished he didn't know why. "Uh-oh. Does somebody needa change?"

Spike's bare feet swung shamefully and there was an awful squishy wet sound from his crotch. He needed a change, but something about not being given one was degrading in a way that he hated to admit he liked. "We should get ya changed, huh kiddo?" Mama said, reaching towards the buckles to free Spike from the bouncer and Spike felt a small twinkle of hope.

“Just a second darling, I think our baby has something he wants to tell his Mama," Rarity said, throwing her head back to finish off her wine. She hadn't brushed her hair this morning, making her look a bit more rugged than usual. Spike liked it.

Mama's hands stopped before the harness could be opened. “Really? Do ya need to tell Mama somethang, sugar?"

As reluctant as Spike was about having to say anything at all to Mama in this situation, he nodded, knowing it was inevitable.

He expected Mama to take out his pacifier so he could tell her what happened today, but instead Mama just cooed at him. "Go on sweet-pea. I'm listening," she said, pseudo-sweetly, stroking Spike's gag-rounded cheek with the back of her hand.

Spike let out a plaintive little whine but Mama merely waited, with expectant eyes. So Spike tried, as humiliating as it was, to explain that he had been naughty today and all that came out was muffled little groans and muted mumbling.

Mama nodded along patronizingly, as one would so with a real toddler who was baby-babbling, before turning to Mommy for a translation. "

"Is that why mah little baby is in his bouncer?"

Spike nodded, mouth sadly still full of rubber gag.

"What did mah little boy do to get in so much trouble hm?" Mama asked, examining Spike's flushed face with her penetrative eyes. Spike stared back at her, eyes wide and pleading but Mama remained inscrutable.

Mommy answered from the couch, "Spikey tried to use the toilet like a big boy."

"Ya don't say? I thought our little boy knew better than that."

Mommy looked at Spike with a raised eyebrow as she put her wine glass on the coffee table. "You want to tell Mama what happened after that?"

Spike shook his head no, eyes wide and silently pleading with Mommy not to tell.

"Sugar-cube, is there more? Is Mama going to be mad?" Mama asked, eyes darkening as she held Spike's gaze with intent. Spike shifted a bit in his mess which was a mistake and he winced, trying to ignore the hot feeling of soft shit around his groin.

"Guess who called me Rarity today?" Mommy said, tone lighter than Spike thought the incriminating sentence warranted.

Mama finally turned to look back at Mommy and then her dark eyes were on Spike again. "Not our sweet little boy?" Mama whispered like it was an awful secret and Spike's head fell forward, no longer able to look at her surprised face. But Mama wouldn't let him escape and used a finger to lift the boy's chin so that their eyes met, both of them in vastly different positions of power. Spike could smell Mama's breath when she leaned in contemplating,"Maybe we should start spanking him, hm? Maybe we haven't been disciplining him enough."

Mommy hummed in thought, clearly pleased by the idea but Spike whined, shaking his head no. He didn't want to be spanked. Would they spank him? He'd be good! He wished he could promise out loud that he would be good but little boys didn't get to decide their punishment, did they?

"Seems like someone needs a reminder of the rules, hm?"

Spike squirmed. Mommy was hottest when she was laying down rules. Even if she was pretending to be mad about something trivial.

"Try keep it down Spike," Mama said gently, as she took a seat again beside Mommy, arm stretching out so the other woman could curl against her. "The grown ups are going to watch a movie and discuss your punishment. And then maybe we'll change you after the movie is over okay?"

What movie? They hadn't even started watching a movie. How long away was that?

The opening titles had barely started and already Mommy's jaw was being held delicately in Mama's hand, guiding her lips into a kiss.

Their bodies moved together in feminine harmony, kissing and moaning with familiar intimacy. They knew where to touch each other to get the loudest whines and they knew how to position themselves so Spike had the most explicit view.

Confident hands pulled at clothes, two dominant women undressing without hesitation. There were no trembling fingers. They both pushed against each other with certainty, wanting to feel more, wanting to be touched.

There was complete self-assuredness in the way Mama held onto Mommy's ankles and pulled her legs wide. Mommy's fingers curled into the couch seat but her eyes were hungry as she urged Mama to get a move on and touch her.

They were both sweaty, and Spike was entranced by the way the muscles rolled across their glistening backs and arms.

The movie was ignored, and at first glance it would appear as if Spike was too. But he was as much a part of the intercourse as he wasn't. Every move and every groan was exaggerated, part of an exclusive show made for their little chastity boy as a punishment.

Even when it seemed like he was forgotten, like they were both caught up in their own pleasure, Mommy would meet Spike's eyes over Mama's shoulder and moan loud and purposeful.

The two women enjoying each other's bodies in such an adult way only made the contrast between them and Spike in his messy diaper more obvious.

Eventually Spike couldn't keep quiet anymore. He wanted to touch! His cock was hurting inside its metal cage and the wetness inside his diaper was growing cold. He whined around his gag, high and helpless.

Mama didn't stop when he spoke. "If ya need to go again ya can go in your diaper baby. It can hold an awful a lot more, Mama promises."

It already felt full and wet and gross. But he couldn't argue with his gagged mouth so he just kicked his legs. To his chagrin, the stretchy ropes bounced him up and down and he made small noises of complaint behind his babyish gag.

"Aw sugar-cube. Ah know. It's not nice. But that's why it's a punishment. And we know ya love it," Mama grunted as she penetrated Rarity's entrance with her fingers, "Love being our helpless little baby boy. With two hot mommies, don't ya?"

It was true and they already knew it was true but somehow, saying it in words with the sole purpose of humiliating him was taking their sex to a new level.

Mama increased her force and speed, making Mommy gasp and tense. They orgasmed over each other with animalistic grunts and moans, nothing at all like Spike's whines and whimpers.

Mama switched off the movie that no one had watched and finally helped Spike out of the bouncer. They cooed at him, sandwiched his body between their sweaty ones, not caring for the dirty squish of his diaper. They kissed his face all over, told him what a good boy he'd been while they carried him to the changing table in his room.

They didn't take the gag out because they said he looked too cute and sad with it and they wanted to see him cum with his daddies' help while sucking on his pacifier like a helpless little boy.

It would help him learn respect, they said. And boy did Spike feel respectful when Mommy finally pulled off his dirty diaper and cleaned him up with pretty-smelling citrus wet wipes and baby-smelling talcum powder.

He was so relieved to finally be out of the mess and rid of the smell and he couldn't help but giggle when Mama came over and blew a raspberry on his tummy.

"There's our happy little boy," Mama smiled, pleased with his response. "Happy to be in a clean diaper, aren't you?"

Spike nodded. He was indeed relieved. Mama unlocked the metal chastity cage and was kind enough to play with Spike's excited little cock.

Mama praised him for taking his punishment so well, reminded him of the rules, reminded him that little boys weren't allowed to use the toilet.

"Such a naughty little boy Spikey Wikey, getting hard in your messy diaper watching your mommies do grown up things," Mommy cooed as if Spike wouldn't understand what she was saying anyway. And Spike was so so close that the words indeed hardly penetrated his mind.

But his Mama leaned in close, breath hot against his cheek and her hand worked Spike's cock faster and harder. "You'll never be allowed to do that sweet-pea. You're much too little."

And Spike came all over Mama's hand, pacifier still in his mouth as he groaned.

"Aw look at mah little boy making such a big mess. Don't worry, we'll clean you up baby boy."

They did just that. And when Spike was all snug in his dry diaper and buttoned up into a tight cozy onesie, they tucked him into his crib, each woman leaving a kiss on his forehead and turning on the night light before exiting with light footsteps to enjoy themselves upstairs.

Author's Note

:pinkiehappy: the end