Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Four

Twilight smiled at Pound Cake, who had finally calmed down, and handed him to Fluttershy. “All better?”

“Bettah!” the twins said, giggling. Fluttershy smiled and hugged them close.

“You’ll need to watch them here,” said Twilight. “I have to go back to my library and get to work on that potty training spell, especially now that Spike needs it.” She glanced to her right, where her little brother was awkwardly standing. “Again, so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he grumbled, crossing his arms defiantly.

“It’s okay. He can help me watch the kids.” Fluttershy hoisted the twins up and grinned. “Now who wants to play a game?”

“I do, I do!” they shouted, trying to kick themselves free. The older girl laughed and carried them into the next room.

“It’ll be fine, Spike.” Twilight reached down and swept him into a hug. “I promise. I’ll be back by tonight.”

Spike blushed and returned the hug. “Thanks, Twilight. I’m counting on you.”

She stepped back and raised her hand, now crackling with violet smoke and light. “And don’t forget to see Rarity about your diapers!”

Spike wanted to shush her, but in a flash, she was gone.

With each step he took, Spike couldn’t stop hearing the rustle of the baby-sized diaper under his clothes. Nonetheless, he slowly made his way up the staircase, away from the sound of laughter as Fluttershy and the twins played their game.

Up ahead, he could hear the whirr of automated sewing machines. And somewhere in their midst, Rarity speaking out loud to no one. “Yes, yes, that should do it… oh, yes, and ribbon! So many more ribbons! Why didn’t I think of it sooner…?”

I am not wearing anything with ribbons on it, Spike thought bitterly. He stopped and peeked his head in through the doorway.

The sewing machines were winding down, with Rarity skipping between each one, collecting a bundle of diapers from each station. When she was nearly finished, she noticed Spike watching and smiled. “Oh, Spike, you’re just in time! Be a dear and carry some of these, would you?”

Because it was Rarity asking, Spike didn’t hesitate to rush to her side and grab an armful of the custom-tailored diapers. On closer examination, he had to admit that he was impressed. They were twice as big as the twins’ diapers, made out of the same plastic with thicker tapes. But fitted over each diaper was a fine white cloth with gold and violet cross stitches that barely muffled the crinkling. The only things that Spike didn’t care for were the pair of ribbon bows on each side.

He followed Rarity over to her workbench, where she laid out the diapers into rows. When they were all spread out, Spike counted twenty diapers altogether—hopefully, far more than he would ever need if Twilight could get the spell right.

“I must say, this was such an interesting project.” Rarity slid her arm around Spike’s shoulders and hugged him. “But my little Spikey-wikey is my friend and he deserves the very best!” She smiled and looked him in the eye. “Now, er… do you… that is, can I help you…?”

Spike averted his eyes. “I am a little wet…”

Rarity clapped her hands together. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I can use my magic. Just to help you get changed.” She pointed at a folding screen in one corner of the room. “You can just stand back there. I don’t have to look to make this work.”

“Oh. Well, okay…”