Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Six

Spike squirmed in Fluttershy’s grip. “Hold up a second. Can’t I at least get my pants?”

“We can get them later,” Fluttershy answered cheerfully. She let Spike drop onto his feet as they reached the foot of the staircase. “Besides, if you have another accident, this will make it easier to change you.”

Spike looked down at his frilly diaper. “But everyone will see!”

“Oh, not everyone.” Fluttershy pointed at the twins running around the living room with a ball. “Just me, Rarity, and the Cake twins!”

“But…” Spike looked up at the girl’s optimistic face, then sighed. “Forget it.”

Meanwhile, Pumpkin Cake ran past Spike, tossing the ball over her shoulder with one hand. He saw Pound Cake grab the ball and stumble onto the floor. Then he started bawling, bringing his sister to a perplexed halt. Fluttershy flew over to Pound Cake in an instant, sweeping him up in her arms and holding him close.

“There, there,” she murmured, rocking him slowly. “It’s okay, Pound Cake. It’s okay…”

Spike looked over to Pumpkin Cake, who watched all this from a distance. When he noticed her eyes starting to get watery and her bottom lip quivering, he completely forgot about the diaper he was wearing. He dashed over and put a comforting arm around her.

“Hey,” said Spike, giving her a friendly squeeze. “Don’t worry. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s not?” asked the toddler. She looked up at Spike, pleading with giant, tear-filled eyes.

Biting down on his lip, Spike kept his cool and nodded. Then the little girl hugged him back. He was surprised, but let her hug him. He was so used to being the youngest in the crowd that he never got the chance to be someone else’s big brother.

When he looked across the living room, Spike saw Fluttershy hovering midair with a sniffling Pound Cake in her arms. She looked over at him and winked, which sent a warm thrill through him. He smiled back.

As Spike let go of Pumpkin Cake, the little girl looked down and giggled. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You wet your diaper!” Pumpkin Cake squealed with delight. She pointed at his crotch, which was now warm. He stepped back, wincing as the diaper crinkled loudly.

The sound of flapping wings made Spike look up as Fluttershy approached. Pound Cake was now watching him, looking more confused than sad. Then he, too, started to giggle.

“Now, now, kids,” Fluttershy chided. She put Pound Cake down on the floor next to his sister. “We shouldn’t make fun of Spike. He needs diapers just like you.”

“No, not just like them!” Spike stamped his foot. His cheeks burned with shame. “I’m not a little kid, Fluttershy!”

The delicate-faced woman regarded him for a moment. Then she landed on her feet and said, “Then why does it sound like you’re having a temper tantrum, Spike?”

“I…” Spike’s cheeks were still red-hot, but the shame he felt was different. He looked down at the pink carpet of Rarity’s living room. “I… guess I am.” He crouched and hugged his knees into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

He felt Fluttershy slowly approach on foot. When he looked up, Spike saw the same tender smile he’d used to comfort Pound Cake a moment ago. Then she knelt down and wrapped her arms around him. He was surprised when he felt her wings stretch out and shelter him as well. It reminded him of being held by Twilight when he’d been a little kid himself.

“Let’s get you changed,” Fluttershy whispered. She brushed at his hair. “Won’t that be nice?”