Spike the BABY Dragon (Private for Chancellor Castro and Sundial

[Bellhart]

Spike could only roll his eyes at her saccharin comments, though there was a bit of him that kinda liked the attention this Twilight was pouring on him. He loved his mum, but too often he found himself lamenting that she seemed more concerned with her studies than her son.

He still whined when he was poked though.

He was thoroughly confused about what was going on, only realising too late what was going on. He froze.

On one hand this was not something he was prepared for. Was she really going to do this? He didn't even know Dragons and Ponies were compatible this way. Not that it mattered. He hadn't been bottle fed in years, and a large part of him was adamant that he was a big boy who was much too old for something like this.

On the other hand, there was a part of him that was exited by the idea. A part of him that cherished half remembered memories of spending evenings with Twilight, curled up in her hoofs, drinking a sippy cup of warm milk as she read him a story.

Between the two parts of his mind, he was unable to act, he just stood there in a sort of trance as his brain tried to both process what was happening, and his own conflicted reaction.


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[Sundial]

Twilight made herself comfortable on the pillows, waiting patiently for Spike to begin drinking, a motherly smile on her face. She always loved feeding her little baby dragon. He was such a sweet baby and she loved spending the quality time with him, knowing that he loved it too. It was a very special moment for the both of them. She tilted her head slightly though, wondering what was taking Spike so long. He was usually hungry in the mornings, all too eager for his feed.

She slowly shuffled herself closer, and gently cuddled Spike closer with her fore-hooves, getting Spike into his feeding position, close enough to begin drinking her milk. "Drink up Spikey~" She cooed, not sensing his hesitation or distaste. She began humming gently to herself, relaxing on the pillow as she watched over Spike lovingly.

[Bellhart]

Spike's hesitation snapped away when he felt himself being pulled towards the teats. Twilights forehoves trapping him close. He was trying to figure out a way out of this when-

He tasted it.

And it was good. Really good. It was sweet and filling and intoxicating and made him feel small and secure. Instinctively he suckled away, every rhythmic movement of his mouth rewarded with a burst of warm milk. He wondered how he was expected to eat breakfast after this.

At one point he drained one teat and instinctively moved on to the other, draining it in short order. After finishing, he looked up to see that 20 minutes had passed. Like a drunk sobering up, he wiggled up, realising what he had just done.

His conflicted feelings were interrupted by a shooting pain in his bladder. That feed had tipped the balance, and now he needed to go imminently. He whined a bit, realising he was going to go in a nappy like a baby. The need was so great he temporarily reverted to the infantile language he had thought he'd grown out of.

"Mummy?" He whined, looking up at twilight. It was obvious from his body language that he needed to go potty.

[Sundial]

"That's it Spike~" She cooed as Spike finally latched on, drinking the warm milk. She made sure to cuddle him close, keeping her forehooves around him and gently rubbing his back as he drank, letting him relax. She was more than happy to stay there for as long as Spike wanted, (within her schedule of course). Taking care of a baby dragon wasn't always pretty. There were tantrums and messes and getting pee'd on. But this was worth it. She loved being able to nurture her baby boy like this.

As Spike finished up, she looked over at Spike, seeing him squirm in place, leg's bunched up around his nappy. "It's okay Spikey. Just relax." She said, rubbing his belly softly. It wasn't good for toddlers to try to hold it in too long, but on the other hand, Spike was showing more signs of 'potty awareness' which was a good thing.

[Bellhart]

Spike whined, but her rub had tipped him over the edge. Glowing red with embarrassment, his bladder voided itself, a torrent of pee swelling up the absorbent padding around his groin, leaving a tight wad of warm, wet padding against him.

Being hugged as he was, Twilight would probably feel the warmth as well, as the cartoon characters disappeared, replaced with a faint yellow hue.

The nappy was absolutely soaked, though an expert would know it could take at least one more big wetting. Though then again a booster pad might be in order at this rate.

He looked up at his mum.

"Change?" He asked, not quite believing he was a grown dragon asking for a nappy change.

[Sundial]

"I knew you needed to go potty earlier. You silly boy." She chided lightly, seeing Spike's nappy tinge yellow with pee. She slowly levitated him into the air, checking the edges of the nappy for leaks and feeling the sag at the bottom, testing how full it was. "No silly." She giggled at Spike's request. "Mummy changes you before lunchtime remember? You'll be fine until then." She always bought the best quality nappies she could find for Spike to wear, confident that he wouldn't be too uncomfortable for him and that it wouldn't leak. Although, who new if Spike would wet again before then. Dragons at his age had precocious bladders or so she'd read. Raising dragons was one of her areas of expertise after all.

She lifted the small dragon onto her back now, felling the slight squish of the soggy nappy as he was sat there. Spike was usually full from his feed until lunch, so he'd be happy playing for a while. She plopped Spike down into his play pen, plush toys and toys of soft plastic and foam strewn everywhere. She was happy to let Spike play through the morning as she worked down in the library.

[Bellhart]

Still blushing crimson, Spike was too intimidated to put up a protest. Waddling around, he desperately tried to forget the feeling of warm, pee filled padding pressing against his groin.

With Twilight gone, he began to look around the pen for a way out, but it was far too tall. Cursing his small size, he retreated to the middle of the room, taking a few toys with him so as to not arouse suspicion from his mum if she came back.

He winced as he felt his bladder begin to fill up again. It seemed that the milk he had drank was acting as a diuretic, and combined by the large quantity he had drank meant he wouldn't last long.

Stationary, he could almost forget the padding he was wearing, but could do little else. It seemed he was truly stuck until she came back. He looked around again. There must be something he could do, damn it!

[Sundial]

Leaving Spike be for some time, Twilight headed down stairs to begin sorting through the excessive number of books contained within the library. Of course Spike wasn't left entirely alone either. Twilight always had a baby monitor on hand and was able to listen in on Spike should he begin to cry or fuss. In general though, he was a happy toddler and tantrums were rare. She considered herself to be lucky in that regard, knowing exactly how wild young dragons could be.

Meanwhile, back in the playpen, there was plenty for Spike to do, if he didn't mind playing with baby toys that is. One corner seemed mostly dedicated to a play mat, depicting the layout of a city, with room for cars and other toys to be used on. In another place, there was an baby entertainment station, designed to be laid under, with plenty of things that span, squished, dangled, made some noise or otherwise kept an infant entertained. And possibly of most interest to Spike, there was a large pile of plush toys and pillows in another corner, stacked up high so that it nearly reached the top of the playpen. Plushies aren't exactly the most sturdy footing, but still...

[Bellhart]

Looking around, Spike had a brainwave as he noticed the pile of plushes and pillows. Waddling over, he quickly got to work constructing a ramshackle ramp over the gate. He had to stop half way through to void his bladder, re warming the padding to his lamentation.

He finished the tower, and with a bit of effort, managed to pull himself over. He was clearly breaking Twilights rules here, but what was she going to do? Spank him?

He almost made his way over before he tripped, falling face first over the pen wall and squishing the nappy as he landed. The landing also compressed his stomach, forcing out a fart as it did.

With a sense of dread, Spike realised he still needed to make his morning bowel movement. Forget finding the locket, he needed to find a bathroom. Clutching his stomach, he waddled of.

Thankfully, the downstairs bathroom was where it should be. With a sigh of relief, he waddled up to the toilet, and attempted to pull of the nappy.

It wouldn't budge. He tried again. Same result. Now panicking, he used his claws to try and pry it lose. The same result. This time however, he noticed a slight magical glow around the nappy, a slight image of a a padlock fading into and out of existence as he tried to move it. The damn thing was enchanted!

There was only the slim hope of getting Twilight to help him somehow. He was NOT going to mess himself!

Unfortunately, his gut had other ideas. As he desperately searched for her, his stomach twisted, and he realised he had crossed the line. Whimpering in protest, he doubled over as he clutched his stomach, his tail raising as his digestive track betrayed him.

He inadvertently squatted as his bowels evacuated, the large mass quickly filling available space, then creeping up the back of his tail and crotch as the tight nappy redistributed the load as it kept coming.

From the outside, you could see the back of the nappy sag as a smell permeated around it. The crinkly shell convulsing as the thing was filled.

Spike didn't say anything, just whimpered in shear embarrassment. Though he let out a squeal as he felt a hoof clearly push into the back of the nappy, firmly squishing the stinky mess against his scales even more.

[Sundial]

Twilight was slightly perturbed as she listened to the baby monitor while working. It was all very quiet up there. Usually she'd at least hear some giggles or babbling as Spike played with his toys. She was fully aware that the silence usually meant something was going on up there. Her suspicions deepened as she heard a slight thump and then footsteps as Spike began walking around. She wasn't entirely sure but it sounded to her like Spike had escaped the playpen. He knew full well that was against the rules. When she found out what exactly was going on, he was going to have to be reminded what happened when he broke the rules. Like with her schedule, Twilight was strict on rules as well, particularly when something made her schedule fall apart.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard crinkling, waddling steps begin making thier way down the staircase. She wasn't sure how stealthy Spike thought he was being, but he was clearly misguided. She slowly trotted over to the staircase, managing to just see Spike's tail disappear behind the door to the bathroom. She wasn't sure what the boy was up to, but she suspected it was related to Spike holding it in this morning and taking his nappy off while he slept. She made it to the door just in time to see Spike squatting, messing his nappy. Apparently he really had to go making his nappy sag heavily. She also noted the front tinged an even deeper yellow. She was satisfied seeing her investment in higher quality payed off, yet she was more frustrated, seeing that there was no way Spike would be able to stay in that nappy for another couple of hours. That meant messing with her schedule, and that meant punishment.

She immediately scooped Spike up with her hoof, tossing him over her back, stinky nappy sticking up into the air. "Just what do you think you're doing Spike?!" She demanded, beginning to storm out of the room with Spike.