Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Five

As Spike went behind the folding screen, Rarity turned to her desk and examined the teen-size diaper lying on top. She concentrated on every seam, every layer of plastic, until the garment shimmered with blue light. As she put on her glasses, the crystalline lenses sparkled with a more intense light, focusing the magic inside of her.

A pair of translucent arms extended from behind her back, lifting the diaper off the desk and unfolding it. She held it in place and glanced over at Spike’s silhouette behind the folding screen. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Y-yes!” he answered. Rarity fought a blush as she pictured poor little Spike standing behind the screen, trying to pull his shirt down over his privates. Then, taking a deep breath, she waved her hand and floated the diaper around the screen.

With another flick of her wrist, Rarity willed the diaper to stretch out and slide between Spike’s legs. She was having trouble trying to keep a clear image of Spike in her head—and a modest one at that!—while she put the diaper on. She could hear it crinkle and Spike shuffle his feet as she worked.

“Please try to hold still, Spikey-wikey!” she called out. Rarity frowned as she focused on pulling the garment up around his waist. “It’s not as… easy… from over here!”

She focused on the tapes, but didn’t want to make them too tight or they’d chafe his sensitive skin. And then there were the ribbons for the outer cover—she hoped they were strong enough to stay in place. With strands of hair falling loose from the exertion, Rarity ground her teeth and pictured her bows tying themselves perfectly into place.

She leaned against the desk, panting hard. “Done! How… how does it look…?”

The boy peeked his head out from around the screen. “It’s fine. Just… fine.”

Rarity took a moment to catch her breath and recompose herself. “Well, let me see!”

“Okay, but it’s fine…” He stepped out, clad in just a t-shirt and an oversized diaper. A diaper that was sagging and bunched up in all the wrong ways.

“Oh, how horrible!” Rarity put her hands to her mouth. “And… how did I get it on backwards? I’m so sorry, Spike!”

“Rarity?” Fluttershy drifted into the room, having removed her sweater to allow her wings to extend and carry her upstairs. “I’ve got the twins taking another nap. Did you, um, need any help?”

The other girl spun around, her frown turning into a relieved smile. “Fluttershy, you’re just in time! You’re better at this sort of thing than I am.”

Fluttershy and Spike stared at each other. Then, as if on cue, they both turned away, bright red with embarrassment.

“It’s no problem,” said Fluttershy. She crept over toward Spike, her hands reaching for his waist. “Just stay right there. This won’t take long, I promise.”

Rarity watched as her friend put her hands on Spike’s hips, gently peeling back the tapes. Spike blushed as Fluttershy pulled the diaper off, then turned it around so it faced the right way.

“It’s all in the wrist,” said Fluttershy. She smiled at Spike as she pulled the diaper up between his legs. “You just have to know how to be gentle when you’re changing someone.”

Rarity smiled. “Oh, well, of course. One does have to be considerate of another’s space—”

“Oh, it’s more than that.” Fluttershy gave Spike another reassuring smile as she held the diaper in place and began to tape it back on. Her fingers moved at a slow, deliberate pace. “You have to trust them, Rarity. And they have to trust you back.”

“But…” Rarity looked over at Spike, who had calmed down as Fluttershy finished taping up the diaper and readjusting the ribbons. “But I tried so hard to make it fit!”

Fluttershy turned to her and shrugged. “It’s okay, Rarity. I’m sure you’ll get it right soon.”

“Wow, that’s much better.” Spike wiggled his hips and poked at the back of the diaper. He took a step and wiggled his hips again, almost starting to smile. “Thanks, Fluttershy.”

Rarity cleared her throat. When Spike turned and saw her glaring at him from over the rim of her glasses, he added, “Oh, and thank you, too, Rarity. These’ll work out great.”

“Of course they will,” Fluttershy said cheerfully. She put her hands on Spike’s shoulders and steered him toward the door. “Now don’t be a stranger. Come downstairs and let Rarity get back to her work.”

“Oh, I’m not too busy—” But before Rarity could finish, Fluttershy grabbed Spike from under his arms and flew him downstairs like he weighed nothing at all.

Sighing, Rarity took off her glasses with one magical arm and dropped them gently onto her desk. She glanced over the rows of diapers, sitting around useless until they were needed.

Just like me, she thought bleakly.