It was only a few moments after calming Spike down, Twilight was already grumbling as she preceded to change the baby dragon’s sagging diaper. “I can’t believe I'm actually changing Spike’s diapers again! I haven’t done that in years.” Twilight thought, while slowly peeling the tabs from the plastic front. When she finished, the diaper plopped open and the scent of urine hit her like a brick wall, making the mare gag.
Spike put his claws over his eyes in disbelief and groaned. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Twilight. I would change the diaper myself if I could.”
Twilight sighed, and just pulled out foal wipes as she started cleaning his nether regions. “I don’t want Spike to start feeling bad. It could make his regression worse, and no way do I want to make it permanent!” She thought, so she just gave a loving smile and cooed in a motherly tone. “Spike, don’t worry about it, okay? Until you feel better, I’m going to take care of you.” Soon, she’d finished wiping Spike down to the best of her ability. She then lifted a bottle of foal powder and poured it all over Spike, making him giggle and kick. “Stop it, that tickles!”
Twilight just grumbled and proceeded to rub the powder over his bottom, all the while she mumbled in an irritated tone. “Sorry, needed to be sure you’re protected from rashes.”
Spike groaned, even as he thought. “Twilight has a point, I don’t want to know what diaper rash feels like.” “Thanks for reminding me.” He mumbled, just loudly enough for Twilight to overhear.
Twilight then took a diaper from a fresh package and used her magic to adjust it, as she told Spike. “Alright, lift your bottom for me, please.”
Spike reluctantly raised his tush and tail, allowing Twilight to slide the foalish undergarment under his rump. Spike eyed the diaper, seeing that it was thicker and bigger then his sodden one, which made him ask. “Wait, I thought you were going to use the old diapers from my hatchling days?”
Twilight was busy folding the diaper over Spike’s stomach and taping it snug around his belly as she explained. “Well, those diapers were a bit small on you, these ones are designed for older foals with bedwetting problems, and should be more comfortable. They even have the gems printed on them like your old diapers.”
Spike looked back down at his new diaper and gave a long sigh, giving a few kicks and sending clouds of powder out from the leg holes. He was still angry about wearing such a foalish garment. “I shouldn’t be in diapers, I've been potty trained for over six years,” He thought to himself. But then a strange thought entered his mind. “What are you talking about? You need to be in diapers. They protect you from booboos, and the floor from your accidents.”
Spike paused for a second and looked back at his diaper, giving it a few pokes as he considered. “Yeah, that’s true. I mean, I did wet myself three times already today. Maybe I should stay in diapers for a bit longer, just until this stops happening all the time.” Spike sighed. He then looked back at Twilight and whispered. “Thanks for the diaper change, Mama.”
Spike flinched upon saying that word, and Twilight blushed, unsure of what to say. She ultimately opted to just pick him up in her hooves, and plopped his padded rump onto her back. “Alright, I think it's time for a nap, you look exhausted.” She cooed.
Spike just nodded slowly, still embarrassed at having called Twilight “Mama”. As Twilight was carrying Spike up the steps she could hear him whimper. “Sorry, Twilight, I don’t know what’s going on.”
Twilight paused. She found herself feeling guilty for not caring as much as she should about Spike, and so she cooed in a sweet tone. “It's alright, Spike, don’t worry about anything, okay? I’m sure this situation will resolve itself before long, and we’ll get through it together.” She went back to looking up at her ceiling, thinking back to Spike’s days as a hatchling. “It’s like I just stepped into a time machine and went back a few years to when Spike was still in potty training. Those were the days,” Twilight could hear sucking sounds now, and she knew it was Spike sucking on his claw. This made her pause as she thought. “Nurse Redheart was right. I was so caught up in my studies and the move, I almost forgot how it would affect Spike. He must be going through a lot right now, just like I went through a lot when I left my parents and moved into that tower.”
When Twilight entered her bedroom, she lit up her horn and lifted the now half-asleep dragon slowly in her magic, as she slowly tucked him into her bed. She made sure the covers were placed over Spike all the way up to his chin. When she was satisfied that Spike was tucked in, she climbed into the bed as well and covered herself in the same purple blanket. She cuddled Spike, who nuzzled her furry cheek, already starting to nod off. Twilight stroked his scales while cooing softly. “There there, it's alright. Twily is here,” Spike stopped his movements, calming down. His tail curled up and he started suckling on it almost on instinct. Twilight chuckled, then planted a kiss on the baby dragon’s cheek. “Rest up, Spike, you deserve it.” Twilight then snuggled close to Spike and listened to the faint crinkling of his diaper as she drifted off.
A few hours later, Spike woke up slowly to see Twilight sleeping next to him. “Twily wanted to sleep with me? I don’t even remember the last time we slept together like this.” He thought to himself, somewhat confused at first. But then Spike felt reassured, and snuggled deeper into her fur until he could hear her heartbeat. He kicked his back legs a little but heard a squishing sound. The baby dragon gulped. “Oh no.”
Spike instinctively took a claw and felt the front of his thick diaper between his legs. He felt it squish. He whimpered, knowing now that he’d peed in his sleep a second time that day. Dismayed, he started to whimper and the baby dragon covered his face with his claws. “Why? Why am I wetting the bed?!” Feeling Twilight’s warm fur and still being able to hear her heartbeat, Spike slowly calmed down, putting a claw in his mouth. He suckled on it for some time.
And so Spike laid there for few minutes, unable to fall asleep. Then his stomach growled, and he groaned. “I'm really hungry.”
This woke Twilight up with a start. “What was that, Spike?!”
The baby dragon whimpered trying to turn away from Twilight. “Nothing, just feeling a little hungry.”
Twilight sighed, but gave Spike a tired smile. "Alright, what do you want?”
Spike thought for a second with a claw in his mouth, drool pouring down his chin. Then a thought went through his head. “How about some formula? A bottle of milk sounds nice.” Spike’s smiled at the idea and pulled his thumb out and babbled. “Baba of milk, please.”
Twilight shrugged, she hadn’t been expecting that idea, but luckily she’d thought ahead. Her horn lifted a package of foal supplies, and she rummaged through it until she took out a can of formula and a foal bottle. “Alright, I'll go make you a bottle,” She smiled, before she turned to his diaper now stained yellow. She sighed. “And then I'll get your diaper changed, again.” Spike nodded slowly, his face blank and confused. “I wonder if I can even leave him alone?” Twilight pondered, and then after a brief bit of thinking she decided. “I probably should take him downstairs, just in case.” And Twilight lifted the little dragon onto her back.
Twilight took him downstairs,as Spike was shaking his head and realizing what he’d requested. “Wait, why do I want a bottle? I'm not a baby dragon!” He thought to himself. Suddenly, Spike found himself placed into a blue plastic booster seat, and was strapped in by a buckle. Spike squeaked. “Twilight I..I didn’t mean I actually wanted a bottle. I don't know why I said that,” Twilight hugged the little dragon and nuzzled him as he whimpered with fear in his voice, “Twilight, I...I don’t know what’s going on with me, but something’s messing with my mind Please don’t feed me a bottle of formula!”
Twilight sighed, seeing that the gems on the front of Spike’s diaper were fading. But then she remembered what Nurse Redheart had suggested. “Look, Spike...I think we should play this thing out.”
Spike gulped and whispered with fear still in his voice. “Wait...you...you're going to treat me like a baby? But isn’t it just more work for you?”
Twilight sighed as she turned to pour milk and formula into a foal bottle and mixed it up. “Nurse Redheart said that this could be psychological, and the only way to get you out of it is to let this thing take its course,” She explained. “So I’ll treat you like a baby just for today, and if you're not back to normal by tomorrow, I'm taking you to her, okay?”
Spike paused for a second, tapping a claw on his plastic tray. “I don’t think that’s why i'm acting so weird. I know it's something else...but...I can’t remember what.” He then mumbled, “A-alright, can you at least put gems in it?”
“I don’t see why not.” Twilight smiled, then she began to boil water in a pot and placed the bottle inside it. She crushed some gems, sprinkled them into the bottle, and then screwed a amber nipple over the top.
Spike blushed watching Twilight studying the formula closely with a thermometer stuck in it. The only thought that went through his mind was. “I can’t believe i’m going to drink baby formula again. It’s like I really am just a hatchling.”
Twilight waited for some time, watching the red line go up in the thermometer. Then something soft hit her hoof. Curious, she looked down to see a blue shawl on the floor. Twilight eyed the shawl and whispered. “What is that?”” Then she blinked as she remembered. “This is the same blue shawl I wore the other day as a disguise.” Twilight took the shawl, tying it around her neck with a smile. She turned to Spike, who was sitting in his plastic blue booster seat. She cooed. “What do you think? Am I Mama Twily?”
Spike giggled on seeing Twilight’s head wrapped in the blue cloth, making her look like a mom from Granny Smith’s days. “You look more like a granny.” He laughed.
Twilight giggled, waving a hoof. “Don't make me blush, cutie,” She then turned her attention to the thermometer, lifted the baby bottle from the stove, and turned the stove dial off while cooing. “Alright, it's heated to the perfect temperature,” Twilight shook the bottle again and drifted to Spike, as she asked with a sheepish smile. “Want me to hold it or…”
Spike growled, swiped the bottle from midair and start suckling the bottle as he blushed, feeling the warm, creamy mixture go down his throat. “It's amazing I love it! I don't even know why I was so embarrassed about drinking foal formula before, it's delicious!”
Spike continued to suckle the bottle with Twilight smiling at him. “Oh, this takes me back, I used to watch Spike drinking his bottles all the times, and pestered my mom with questions. Somehow, I remember her telling me about the perfect temperature to heat a bottle too.”
Spike then accidently dropped the bottle onto the ground, and for some reason his lips started quivering, and his eyes watered. He kicked about and started crying like a actual baby. Twilight sighed, picking the bottle up with her magic as she whispered. “Hey, Spikey, let me help.”
Spike looked up at Twilight and gave a small, sad nod. He wiped his tears and let Twilight float the bottle over to him with her magic, Spike clutched it in a tighter grip, and the baby dragon growled in determination. “I'm not going to drop you again, bottle.”
“Spike, slow down! You're going to give yourself a tummy ache!” Twilight cautioned.
Spike sighed, reluctantly slowing his suckling as he drained the last ounces of the formula. Twilight removed the bottle, seeing the little dragon clutch his stomach and groan. “Oh...you're right, I shouldn't have drank the formula so fast.”
Twilight lifted Spike and placed him over her shoulder, giving it a few pats and making him burp some flame, thus making her laugh. “Oh, Spike, that was too cute.”
Spike giggled in glee, throwing himself on Twilight’s mane and hugging it tightly in his tiny claws. “I loved it, Mama! Can I have more?!”
Twilight blushed feeling something warm go through her body. She didn't understand why, but she instinctively replied in a patronizing (yet cooing) tone. “Later. I don’t want you to have another tummy ache, sweetie. Okay?”
Spike jumped down onto the ground with his claws crossed. He plopped his padded tush on the ground, as a cloud of foal powder escaped and he pouted. “No fair. You’re a big meanie.”
Twilight sighed on seeing him act such like a toddler. “It's weird, Spike wants to act like a big dragon. But I keep having this feeling he really is nothing more than a hatchling.” She thought, and then cooed. “You can have more formula later, I want to show you something first.” Twilight took Spike to the living room and lit up her horn. A blue playpen came down from the stairs and was set up in the middle of the living room. She then dumped a bag of giant foam blocks, scattering them all over the blue foam floor.
Spike was in awe at the sight, thinking back to a memory when of he was younger, stacking blocks with Twilight Velvet, as she talked about Shining when he was a baby, since those blocks were Shining’s.
Twilight, upon seeing Spike’s expression, cooed. “I know how much you loved blocks when you were a hatchling. I thought for sure these would help.” She lifted the padded dragon and plopped him into the playpen.
Spike’s eyes glowed with wonder as he got up, his arms now out to the side. He waddled over to the foam cubes, with his diaper rustling about side to side with his movements. For some reason Spike felt proud of how well he was walking. But the feeling suddenly ended when he lost his balance and plopped back onto his padded rump. Spike started to tear up as his mouth quivered, and he whimpered. “Mama, help!”
Twilight was stunned to hear Spike call her “Mama" again. But instead of feeling awkward, this time it made the her heart flutter in her chest. The baby dragon had plopped in a diaper now sodden from urine, and was looking at her teary eyed. A alien thought then went through her head. “See, he can't even walk by himself. Spike needs me to be his mommy.”
Twilight slowly walked over to the crying Spike, lifting him out of the playpen, and pulling the little dragon into her lap as she cooed. “Hush now, it's alright,” Twilight held him in a hug for a few minutes, waiting until the sobbing stopped before she cooed. “Let's change your diaper, then we can build a tower together, alright."
Spike beamed a smile at her, and after being changed he turned his attention to the blocks and started to pile them on top of each other. Twilight just smiled at her baby dragon, forgetting about his fall, as she started assisting him in building a tower made of foam blocks.
The two played with blocks for an hour or two, Twilight wasn’t really sure of the time. She just loved seeing Spike work with a smile on his face. Seemingly feeling even more maternal, she checked his diaper and whiffed as a ghastly smell hit her nostrils, It made made her gag and groan, but for some reason she didn't complain, instead she cooed. “Spike, time for a change. You’re stinky.”
Spike looked up at Twilight and nodded, as if he had no idea he’d just messed himself.
Seeing his blank stare, Twilight smirked as she carefully set him down, and grabbing the diaper changing supplies she began cleaning up the baby dragon as she thought. “He didn't even notice messing his diaper. Spike is just a baby dragon and I just never realized it. Maybe he should be in diapers for more than a day. Maybe a week, or even a month. It doesn't matter, I’ll potty train him and raise him if need be. He's my baby dragon, and I'm his mama. And that’s what all good mamas do.”
As Twilight finished wiping Spike down (who was groaning at the smell), he pleaded. “Twilight...can we see Nurse Redheart now?”
But Twilight laughed and said something that stunned Spike. “Oh, Spikey, it's alright. Babies mess their diapers all the time. It’s perfectly normal.”
Spike blinked as another thought went through his mind. “Normal?! Messing diapers, playing with blocks, and drinking formula? Is that normal?!” Spike then looked into Twilight’s caring eyes, and for some reason he wanted to trust and believe what she just said. So instead of questioning her, he just mumbled. “Okay, Mama.”
Twilight smiled and started powdering his rump, before she strapped him into a fresh diaper. “Good baby,” She cooed. “Now how about we get you into something comfortable, and I'll read you your favorite comic books?”
Spike squealed in joy! “That sounds awesome! No chores, Mama caring for me! Maybe being a baby for a little bit won't be so bad?”
Twilight took her baby dragon (though not before floating the dirty diaper into a trash bin for disposal), hovered him all the way up the stairs, and plopped him onto the bed. She then took out a box that read “Spike’s baby stuff."
Spike blushed as Twilight took out some old teddies, a photo album, and then she took out something that made him grin. A light purple shirt, and old pair of toddler sized overalls. These overalls were something Spike wore all the time only a few years ago. Not only did they cover up his diapers, they were comfortable and designed just for his body. Twilight started by slipping the shirt over his head. Spike smiled seeing it fit over his frame with no trouble. Then Twilight dressed Spike in the overalls, and buckled the straps over his shoulder. Then she snapped the button flap underneath his crotch.
Twilight smiled, looking Spike over, who was admiring his poofy overalls (which fit snugly over him) and she asked in a sweet tone. “Now who’s the baby dragon?” Spike blushed and for some reason pointed at himself. Twilight giggled and hugged him. “Yes you are, you're my precious little Spikey Wikey. Come on, I’ll read you some comic books.”
Spike squealed, waddling off down the stairs with his diaper rustling and his baggy overalls bouncing with his steps. Twilight dawwed, and followed close behind.