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// Seige on Golden Oaks 
// Story: Too Young 
// by Swordoath 
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	It began with a bang.
Pinkie's party cannon blasted loudly as a shower of confetti and a rather absurdly large book erupted from the nozzle, impacting a changeling in the head. It fell over in silence, it's brethren stepping around the unconscious body.
"One zip!" Apple Bloom Shouted, loading another book. She was set up on the roof, stacks of books on either side of her. 
"Nice shot. Keep it up." Spike encouraged. He looked down the stairs at the door, which was piled high with furniture. All the windows were boarded up with some conveniently placed boards from the remodeling of Twilight's basement. The cannon sounded again. 
"Watch it!" Scootaloo yelled as the book soared by her. "Spike, Zack was pretty much right. I counted seventy eight, eighty tops. Pound Cake decided to join Zack in the fray-"
"Zack is down there?"
"With Pound Cake."
"Crap," Spike cursed, borrowing a word he overheard Quinn say once. 
"Thing is... They're not doing too bad down there. Zack's swinging that stick like it's a weapon. I saw him take out like, three Changelings already." BANG "They aren't interested in him and Pound Cake, I guess, because they're not ganging up on-" BANG "them." 
"Oh, thank Celestia." Spike said, relieved.
"Yeah?" Celestia asked.
Spike Escorted her back inside, as Scootaloo began helping Apple Bloom load books into the party cannon. Inside, Pumpkin Cake was tending to the foals, who were inside a large crib constructed from couch cushions. Rainbow Dash continually flew out, but was returned via magic by Sweetie Belle.
"Spike, we're running out of diapers," Pumpkin Cake said. "I only brought enough for Mom and Dad, not six other fillies."
"What could I possibly do about it?" Snapped the dragon.
"I'm just saying-"
"You realize we're at war here, right? I can't exactly go out and buy some."
"Don't you have any cloths or rags we could use?"
"Dishtowels under the kitchen sink." Spike said, stepping down the stairs rapidly. He opened the door to the boy's room, where Quinn stood hunched over his concoction. "Any progress?"
"I may have devised a way to return lower-dosage recipients to normal, but not the girls. Here, make Celestia drink this. It might taste like crap, but it should turn her at least old enough to be of use." Quinn shoved a vial of white-grey liquid into Spike's claws. "Now go, quickly."
The door was slammed shut in Spike's face. He stood there, stunned for a moment, then rushed upstairs to find Celestia. He found her playing peek-a-boo with the foals.
"A-boo!" She said, showing her face to the giggling foals. 
"Celestia?" Spike said, kneeling down to the young royal. "I need you to drink this... medicine."
"But I'm not sick!" She whined.
"It makes sure you don't get sick."
"Oh... Alright." She said with reluctance. 
Spike uncorked the bottle and gave it to the filly. She tilted her head straight back and drank the vial's contents.
"Blech!" She gagged. She spat out about half of the potion into Spike's face. 
"Ug, gross!" He exclaimed. He wiped out his eyes and across his mouth, so as to not ingest the concoction. 
That's not good. She only got about half of it. Will it even work?
Suddenly there was a great tremor. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo ran in off the balcony, locking the door behind them.
"They're here," Apple Bloom said.