Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Twenty

Spike poked his head out of his room late that night. It was long after everyone else had gone to sleep; Twilight had insisted that their friends stay at their home for the night. Shining Armor and Cadance were allowed to have Twilight’s room while Twilight bunked with Spike. The rest were camped out in the living room in sleeping bags.

Trying not to wake his sister, Spike crept toward the bathroom as fast as he could. His diaper was wet and he needed to be dry when he woke up. He couldn’t afford to grab a new diaper in the morning if Twilight was still in his room.

“Just a little further,” he whispered to himself. With a deep breath, he jiggled the doorknob. The bathroom door swung open silently, and once he rushed in, he pulled it shut just as quietly.

Sighing, Spike was relieved—in more ways than one. He felt a warm trickle in his diaper, which was already soaked. By now, he’d gotten better about his control, though it still wasn’t perfect. He wasted no time in getting the old diaper off, wiping himself, and taping on a fresh diaper that he’d grabbed from under his bed.

But now Spike was faced with a new problem: how to dispose of the old diaper. Couldn’t leave it in the wastebasket; someone would notice it. Couldn’t hide it under the bed; Twilight would probably smell it as soon as she woke up. But what else could he do?

Then, as he put his pajamas back on, it hit him—the kitchen trash! He could bury it under all the scraps and garbage left over from the party, where no one would ever look.

It was the best plan. Spike was so enamored with it that he scooped up the old diaper and ran right out of the bathroom—and smacked into something standing in the hall.

As he fell back, Spike felt the diaper slip out of his grip. But instead of dropping onto the floor like he did, the diaper hung in midair. Suspended by a cloud of bright violet magic.

He looked up slowly. “Uh oh…”

“Is there something you want to tell me, Spike?” Twilight towered over him, arms crossed and wearing her nightgown.

“I don’t… I mean, it’s not what you think…” Spike hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was embarrassed that the spell didn’t work.” He sagged further in defeat and added, “I didn’t want you to think you’d failed.”

“But she didn’t fail, Spike.” Cadance appeared next to Twilight, wearing a dark pink robe and slippers. Even with tangled hair and half-open eyes, she still had the most brilliant smile Spike had ever seen. “The spell just took longer with you. Its magic is powered by love and faith—something I taught Twilight a long time ago.”

Twilight smiled back at her former babysitter. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” Then Cadance leaned down and stage-whispered to Spike. “And there’s no reason to feel embarrassed about it. I knew a little girl who was just your age who had the exact same problem. Poor thing got so nervous she could hardly keep her sheets dry.”

“Celestia help me,” Twilight groaned. Her cheeks turned bright red.

“I’m surprised you never told him. It took quite a few of my love spells to help you through it.”

Spike stared. “You, too?”

“Aw, shucks, it’s a lot more common than ya think!” Everyone turned to see Applejack coming up the hallway. “Why, I remember we had to keep Apple Bloom in training pants for almost a whole year. She was worried her cutie mark was gonna be a yellow stain!”

“And I remember a young girl at Flight Camp who got teased a lot for having a shy bladder,” Rainbow Dash chimed in from out of nowhere. “But I set the record straight on them!”

Spike blinked. “Wow, Rainbow Dash. Even you?”

The young flier’s bravado faded in an instant. “What? No, not me! I meant Fluttershy! I was always taking on bullies!” She crossed her arms defiantly. “I never had a wetting problem!”

“Don’t feel too bad, Spike!” Pinkie Pie materialized behind Spike, hugging him tightly. “Being a kid is about having fun, and who says diapers can’t be fun?”

“And yet,” Twilight added drily, “you’re still embarrassed about that time I found you in a diaper while you were babysitting the Cake twins.”

“Twilight!” Pinkie Pie moaned. She crouched and held Spike out like a shield. “You said you would never tell anyone about that!”

“The point is, Spike,” Cadance interrupted, “that you don’t need to worry about this. You’re not alone. You have friends who care about you and will help you at every step of the way.”

Spike looked around at all his friends, who smiled back encouragingly. He felt good inside. A little scared, sure. But he was happy to know that they cared.

With that in mind, he hurled the used diaper into the bathroom wastebasket, not caring who saw. When he came back out, Spike noticed Twilight and Cadance whispering something quickly to each other. Twilight was still blushing, but she kept glancing at her little brother and winking.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Cadance and I have a surprise for you,” said Twilight, “but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” She waved her hand, letting a wave of purple light carry Spike off his feet and into her arms. “Now, I think we’ve all earned a good night’s sleep, don’t you?”

“You said it!”