Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Twelve

Spike stared at the diaper in Rarity’s hand. “So… the new design looks nice.”

Rarity coughed politely. “Oh, thank you.”

They shared a laugh and then Spike lowered himself onto his elbows. He’d already been through this embarrassment with Twilight and Fluttershy. Might as well complete the trifecta and get through this with one of the most beautiful women he knew.

“Now, as unfortunate as your latest accident was”—Rarity gestured at the mess gathered up in the rear of Spike’s diaper—“this actually gives me a chance to try out another new invention of mine. Voilà!”

From behind her back, Rarity presented him with a pair of delicate-looking masks, the kind that a surgeon might wear. They were very lacy, but when Spike leaned in to examine them, he got a whiff of something strong. A wonderful aroma that reminded him of… Rarity.

“It’s something that no person changing a diaper should be without!” Rarity slipped one of the masks onto her face, covering her nose and mouth completely. She then did the same for Spike. “Completely masks any lingering odors and replaces it with a fragrance that the wearer will more likely appreciate. I call it a masque du parfum.”

“Rarity… this is amazing,” Spike murmured. He felt like he was entering another trance, forgetting all about the dirty diaper and the love of his life towering over him.

From behind her mask, Rarity giggled. “Oh, Spikey—” She caught herself and added, “I mean, my dear Spike. You’re so kind!”

She began to peel off the tapes of his diaper, pulling it free from his hips with quick and delicate motions. Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the mess. Spike could hear her breathing hard and fast as she contemplated her next move.

“Nothing to it,” she murmured. Then Rarity rolled up the diaper around the mess and used a blue tendril of magic to carry the soiled garment to a wastebasket on the far side of the room. Once that was done, she took up the talcum powder and baby wipes that Fluttershy had left out on her nightstand.

Spike watched as Rarity began to gently clean between his legs with the baby wipe. He flinched at first—not because it was cold, but because it was Rarity and he couldn’t bear her doing this. But she continued to clean him without complaint and he began to relax. It helped that he could look up and see her smiling down at him from behind her own mask.

The aroma of her in his mask was soon mixed up with the fresh scent of baby powder being sprinkled between his legs. Spike couldn’t help but feel a tingle below his waist—one that didn’t escape Rarity’s notice. She giggled, making Spike blush furiously.

“There’s really no point trying to hide it anymore, Spike,” said Rarity. She unfolded the new diaper she had designed for him, sliding it under his now-clean bottom. “I’ve always known. I think it’s sweet to have an admirer.”

I could live with being an admirer, Spike thought. He lay back on the bed—on Rarity’s bed, he remembered cheerfully—and savored the moment as she gently pulled the new diaper into place and taped it on tight.

Rarity stepped back when she had finished. “Now, isn’t that better?”

Spike took off his mask and looked down. The diaper was a lot more comfortable than the first one. Almost like real underwear, except for the slight rustle it made when he moved. At least he could wear his pants over it.

“It’s great,” he said quietly. “Thank you, Rarity. I mean it. Thank you.”

She stood by in silence for a moment, regarding him carefully. Then she stripped off the mask from her face, revealing a brilliant smile.

“Anything for you, darling,” Rarity answered tenderly. She wrapped her arms around Spike and carried him away from the bed. “I suppose we still have some time before Twilight gets here. What would you like to do?”

“Anything you want.” Spike rested her head on her shoulder and sighed. “Anything at all…”