Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Fifteen

Spike really wished he didn’t have to get up. He didn’t want to face the result of Twilight’s latest experiment. He didn’t want to leave his warm bed. And he really didn’t want to stop this wonderful dream he’d been having where he was rescuing Princess Rarity and Fluttershy was a talking tree for some reason…

But there was no getting around it. Spike threw off the covers and looked down. He gave the front of his diaper a gentle poke.

It was warm and wet. Again. Spike buried his face in his hands and sighed.

He’d been so sure Twilight could fix this. And so had Twilight. And the more he thought about it, the more Spike realized how much this would hurt her self-esteem.

Maybe the spell just needed a little more time to work. If Spike was very careful, it would clear itself up and no one would have to know about this accident.

As he hopped out of bed, Spike peeked around the corner of his dresser. Sitting on the carpet out of view was the canvas bag of diapers that Rarity had made for him yesterday. She’d gone to so much trouble; he figured it’d be rude not to make the most of her work.

After changing his clothes, Spike carefully removed the wet diaper from between his legs and tossed it into the wastebasket. Then he grabbed a clean diaper and a thick pair of pants.

Just have to be quiet about this, Spike thought. For Twilight’s sake…

On his way downstairs, Spike heard a commotion in the kitchen and caught an aroma of maple syrup and pancake batter. He pumped his fists and raced down as fast as he could.

Sure enough, Twilight was in the kitchen, still wearing her robe and slippers. She was reading a cookbook, her hands firmly placed on the counter. Meanwhile, a storm of violet-toned magical arms was sweeping across the kitchen, stacking up fresh pancakes on a set of plates and pouring tall glasses of orange juice. Somewhere, four slices of toast popped and went flying onto another plate that landed on the table next to Spike.

Twilight briefly looked up from her book and noticed the boy in the doorway. She yawned and flipped her hair away from her eyes. “Good morning! Sleep well?”

“Yep!” Spike blushed for a second. Then, after drawing in a quick breath, he added, “And the spell worked, too.”

“That’s great, Spike! I’m so proud of you!” Twilight blinked the sleep away from her eyes and closed the cookbook. “Better sit down. We’ve got a lot of breakfast to get through!”

Spike eyed the tower of pancakes stacked in the middle of the table. “Huh. Do you think you made enough, Twilight?”

Frowning, Twilight looked at the pancakes, then back at Spike. “I… might have improvised on Pinkie Pie’s recipe with a duplication spell.”

Spike laughed and took a seat. His anxiety about hiding his diaper from Twilight was forgotten once he inhaled the aroma of fresh pancakes and syrup.

He took up his fork, ready to plunge it into the first layer of pancakes, when Twilight tapped him on the arm. “Pace yourself, Spike! I made them thicker than usual. You don’t want to have a stomach ache later.”

“Don’t worry,” Spike insisted. He speared his fork into the pancake and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth. “We’re celebrating! It’ll be fine!”

Half an hour later, Twilight was cleaning dishes in the sink and telekinetically floating Spike off his chair and onto the living room couch.

“Ugh,” Spike groaned. He didn’t resist being lowered onto the couch. “That was… not a good idea…”

The pair of magical arms that had carried him dissolved in a puff of purple smoke. As the smoke cleared, he caught a glimpse of sparkling letters that read “I told you so.”

When I write a letter to Princess Celestia, Spike thought before falling asleep, I’m going to point out that it’s not easy to outsmart Twilight…