Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter One

“Hurry up, Spike! This potion only has one more minute of potency!” As she spoke, Twilight Sparkle tossed back her hair and continued flipping through pages of the eldritch tome. “Let’s see… toys, torments, totalitarian—aha, toilet training!”

In the other end of the house, Spike gathered up a pair of nursery blankets. He looked over at the half-open bedroom door and rolled his eyes. “Well, come on, Fluttershy!”

“Oh, just a minute!” The door swung open and Fluttershy raced out with a pair of toddlers in her arms. Pound and Pumpkin Cake were both giggling and kicking their legs frantically. “Help, please!”

Spike took Pound Cake into his arms, which became a chore as the baby tried to squirm out of his grip. Pumpkin Cake tried to do the same with Fluttershy.

With an exasperated sigh, Fluttershy focused on the two toddlers. Spike averted his gaze as fast as he could. He’d seen Fluttershy use “The Stare” on her many pets before—and even on a few kids. And just like that, the twins quieted down and settled peacefully into her arms. Spike hurriedly put the blankets around them.

“Come quick!” Twilight called out. Spike raced ahead of Fluttershy, following the trail of violet sparks and swirls pouring out from the library.

In the center of the massive room, surrounded by books on all sides, Twilight stood behind a table littered with everything needed to construct the spell. A pair of diapers, a book full of one thousand and one spells about biology, and a beaker full of some new lavender potion that oozed out a trail of smoke. The teenager’s eyes were turning a brilliant shade of violet as she chanted out the last few notes of the spell.

Fluttershy set the twins down on the table, looking very worried. Spike rushed over to see what would happen next.

“If this works,” Twilight said quietly, “then maybe Mr. and Mrs. Cake won’t have so much trouble getting the twins potty trained. Okay, Fluttershy. Get ready to change them when I give the word.”

The other teen nodded and watched the twins anxiously.

Spike leaned up on his tiptoes and frowned at the potion. “Is it ready?”

“I sure hope so.” Twilight carefully picked up the beaker and peered at the murky fluid inside. Then she poured out a few drops onto each diaper, watching them absorb the potion instantly. She smiled and stepped back. “Go to work, Fluttershy.”

The pink-haired girl’s hands blurred around the twins, gently removing their clothes and putting them into the new pair laid out on the table. Spike heard them giggle and squeal, then fall silent as Fluttershy stood back, holding them in her arms again.

“When do we know if it’s working?” Spike asked. He had to admit that, as strange as this latest experiment was, he was a little curious to see where it was going.

Twilight’s hands began to glow violet as she waved at the twins. “Any second now…”

An awkward silence ensued. Fluttershy glanced at Pound Cake, then at Pumpkin Cake. She looked up at Twilight and Spike, grinning sheepishly. “M-maybe they need a bottle first?”

“It should happen naturally,” Twilight insisted. She frowned and looked over the twins. “I don’t understand! I did everything the spell book said!”

“I done now!” Pumpkin Cake declared.

“I done, too!” Pound Cake added.

“Oh, my.” Fluttershy struggled to keep the twins in her arms, as they grimaced and started to whine. “I think someone needs another diaper change.”

Twilight ran her hands through her hair. “Okay, let’s try this again! Spike! Pour the potion out into the sink. I’ll call Mrs. Cake and tell her we need the twins for a little longer.”

“Sure thing, Twi—hey, watch it, Pound Cake!” Spike pulled the beaker away from the toddler’s whine-fueled kicking. But he was just a second too slow, as the beaker base caught on Pound Cake’s toe. A wave of lavender splashed over Spike’s face and into his open mouth.

“Aah, Spike!” Twilight raised her hand, summoning a towel from the table to wipe off the boy’s face. “Spit it out, quick!”

“That can’t be good,” Fluttershy whispered. She started to back away.

Spike felt tears forming in his eyes. He squeezed his legs together and crouched down. “What’s happening? Twilight?”

He had his answer soon enough. A warm trickle below the waist. Spike looked down at his blue jeans and saw his crotch turn warm and damp.

Twilight put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Spike. Come on. Let’s get you changed.” She pushed Spike out to the hallway, then turned to Fluttershy. “Better call Mrs. Cake. And tell her…”

She frowned and looked over Spike’s stricken face. “Tell her we’re going to need a lot more diapers.”