Spike the BABY Dragon (Private for Chancellor Castro and Sundial

[Bellhart]

Spike Yawned as he trudged up the stairs of the treehouse-Library, towards his room. He'd had a long day re sorting some of the shelves for Twilight, and that was on top of all his usual chores.

He sighed as he opened the door. He didn't mind doing all this stuff. He even enjoyed doing library stuff with Twilight. But even he had to admit he got saddled with a bit much for an 8 year old.

He waddled over to his basket-bed and lifted the blankets, putting down the locket he was holding as he did so.

He had found the thing whilst moving some stuff around in the basement. This library was really, really, old, so there was a lot of junk just gathering dust down there. Spike had been sorting through some old documents when he'd found the thing, and after coughing up his lungs from the dust, had meant to go and ask Twilight about it, but he had other things to get, done, and before he knew it, the day was over. Twilight was already in bed. Never mind, he'd ask her tomorrow. He settled down, closed his eyes and drifted of to sleep. The locked beginning to glow as he did so.

An undetermined amount of time later, he woke up, and immediately realised something was strange. The thing he was laying on was soft. far too soft to be the blanket he normally used. He sat up abruptly, and blinked.

What he saw shocked him. His room had been completely transformed. instead of his basket, he was sitting in a large baby crib with the bars up. The thick blanket he lay on also occupied by what looked like a pacifier and a half drank sippy cup of milk.

Looking out across the bars, he saw more changes. The walls were a bright blue with colourful cartoons covering every inch. Right next to the crib he could see what was clearly an oversized changing table, a plastic matt on top of shelves of various supplies, and some sort of chart on the wall above, marked with several ticks and numbers.

The floor was covered with a scattering of toys that looked more suited for someone half his age. One corner had been fenced of to make what was clearly some sort of play pen.

The centre of the room had some sort of bouncer, and judging by the holes in it, it was meant for someone with his dimensions. Next to the crib on the other side, he saw what could be nothing else but a nappy pail, judging by the size and faint smell he was picking up from it.

His jaw dropped as he caught sight of several plastic packages next to the table. On the cover was a picture of a dragon his age, happily playing in a nappy. The cover read:

Scalies Dragon Nappies - now with extra absorption channels! (25 Nappies)

The text underneath advertising and illustrating all the features. Including something about heavy duty materials "To hold even the biggest messes he can make!" it said.

He barely had time to take it in before he heard movement on the other side of the door. The Dragon turned, buck naked as usual, to face whomever had pulled this prank on him.

[Sundial]

As Spike slowly drifted off to sleep, everything was calm in the library. There were no sounds, no movement. And yet, something stirred from the young dragon's bedroom. The arcane locket that Spike had grabbed was no mere toy. It wasn't sentient nor malicious. But that didn't make it's power any less. And while it had been dormant for quite sometime, if it were to be near a highly magical creature for a while, perhaps a dragon, it would awaken again. During the night, the front of the locket glowed, slowly swinging open. On the inside was a simple mirror, though upon closer inspection the reflection was not true. It showed a world different from the current one. In a silent and sudden spark of light, what was once shown in the mirror became reality around the young dragon, and everything that was reality went inside the mirror. Nothing stirred for the rest of the night, Spike seemingly unaware of the drastic change he had brought to his own world.

***

Twilight hummed cheerily to herself as she went about her morning routine, opening the library for the morning and preparing herself for the day ahead. As the clock struck 7:59, she began making her way up to the nursery, to wake up Spike for the day. As she walked into the room, she was surprised to see Spike already awake, looking over to the doorway. He was usually a bit of a lazy bones always wanting his sleep in. She wondered what was different this morning.

"Good morning Spikey~" She cooed in a sing-song voice, "How did my little baby dragon sleep?" She slowly walked over to the crib, before her expression dropped, frowning down at him. "Spike. What have you done with your nappy?" She asked. This was the first time Spike had ever done something like this and she found it quite strange. Little did she know, how ever strange she felt the situation was, Spike would be finding it far stranger.

"You know you need your nappies Spike." She chided, lifting him up in a purple aura of magic and beginning to levitate him over to the changing table. She could hardly afford to let something like this get her behind schedule. In fact, she might even save time not having to take off Spike's old nappy. "Don't worry Spike. We'll get your nappy on right away." She said brightly, as if it were a wonderful idea.

[Bellhart]

"Morning mum." Spike smiled at the familiar face.

"Funny practical joke and all, but can you let me out of- woah!" He exclaimed in alarm as he was leveraged. He always got annoyed when it was done without asking, but at least this time she was being rather gentle about it.

"Ok, haha, but seriously, can you stop, I get it." He said as she continued on about him needing nappies.

At this point he froze as he realised something. From this angle, he could look up at twilight, and could clearly see that between her hind legs, her teats - which he couldn't normally even see - were swollen with milk. The ovule shaped glands moving slightly as their owner did.

Either twilight had gone overboard with the practical side of practical joke, or something much more serious had happened.

"W-why do I need a nappy?" He asked nervously.

[Sundial]

Twilight frowned again as Spike called him mum. She usually got mummy or mama, but she guessed it was reasonable. He was beginning to get older after all. 8 years old for a dragon meant nearly time to begin potty training. He wasn't just a little baby any more.

"What do you think I'm joking about, silly?" She asked, not understanding what Spike meant at all. Nearly everything about this morning had gone perfectly normal. "I think you're the one playing a silly joke on me." She giggled, setting him down on the changing table.

"Why do you need a nappy?" She asked back at him. "So you don't have make any messies silly. Or does my baby dragon think he's ready for the big boy potty?" She began pulling out all the various supplies needed for changing Spike, laying down the puffy disposable nappy under Spike's rear. "You're being very funny this morning Spike. Are you feeling okay?" She asked sweetly.

[Bellhart]

"What, no, I, its not, I mean-" Spike sputtered and stumbled, completely caught of guard by her actions. What was she on about?

He squirmed on the table, already feeling embarrassed. He couldn't help but whine as she brought out the changing supplies, including wipes, powder and rash cream, alongside a poofy, crinkly, thick disposable nappy.

"I-i- I'm not gonna make messies! I'm not a baby, twi, I've been potty trained for years!" He said defensively.

"I'm fine, It's you thats all weird!" he said back, wriggling as the nappy was placed under him. The thing felt like he was laying on a cloud.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but focus on her teats moving around. He found it equal parts facinating and disturbing.

[Sundial]

Twilight tsked as Spike wriggled and squirmed on the changing table, quickly pulling a strap across Spike's belly to help control the boy a little. "What's wrong Spike? You usually love your nappy changes." She said, trying to figure out what was making him so fussy. It was probably just because he hadn't gone potty in his sleep, and needed to go now.

"Now Spikey." She said chidingly. "You know that's not true. You're not ready for potty training. It's not good to tell lies", she said firmly. She quickly threaded his tail through the nappy, rubbing in the rash cream and powder, before folding the nappy up his front, taping it on snugly. "Do you need to go potty now Spike?" She asked, rubbing his belly a little. "If you go now, I can still change you."

[Bellhart]

Spike could only whine and blush crimson t her comments. What was going on here? This was clearly more than some practical joke. Maybe Discord had gotten lose again? Either way, he realised he wasn't going to get anywhere objecting to Twilight. He'd need to get out and try and find more information.

"But I am trained!" He couldn't help but whine again. He wiggled more as he was powdered and creamed, her hoofs brushing over his ticklish spots.

"No, I don't! really!" He pleaded, turning crimson at the insinuation. In truth her really needed his morning bathroom break, but he wasn't going to go in a nappy if he could help it.

[Sundial]

"Okay Spikey, if you say so. Just remember, no change until lunch time." She warned, raising Spike back into the air and making sure the nappy fit well around his legs and tail. Satisfied with her changing job, she made a mark on the chart next to the wall, writing a little comment about the unusual situation this morning. With that done, she carried Spike back over to the crib before frowning again. "Spike. Have you been going through mummy's stuff again? You know you're not meant to touch things. They could be magical." She said, levitating up a familiar locket. "Let's keep this safe, shall we? Before anything goes too wrong." She said, setting Spike on his bottom and beginning to leave the room.

[Bellhart]

Spike couldn't help but gulp at this bit of information. No change until lunch? Whatever had happened, Twilight seemed to have him on a rather strict and unforgiving schedule.

He wiggled as the nappy was checked, her hoofs prodding him here and there. Craining his neck, he tried to catch what she had written on the chart, but was levitated before he could properly focus on it.

He internally facepalmed when she noticed the locket and confiscated it. Great - another thing he'd need to do before he could try and fix things.

Looking around, he realised that short of burning the thing down with dragonfyre, there was little chance of him getting out of the crib.

"Uh, mum, can I get out?" He asked with some alarm as he noticed her leaving. He tried to ignore the clear sight of her swollen teats as he did so. Waddling over to the edge of the crib, his nappy crinkled with every step, the tight, poofy feeling a constant reminder o what he was wearing. It was like his nether regions were being hugged by a cloud.

[Sundial]

"Just be patient Spikey." Twilight cooed, leaving the room to go stash the locket somewhere out of sight. What had gotten into Spike today? He was usually more than happy to sit in his crib for a little. He was being very fussy. She shrugged her shoulders a little. He probably just wanted his morning feed. Which, according to her schedule, was exactly what would be happening.

"Okay Spike, I'm back. Did you miss me?" She giggled. "Now, I bet Mama's got a hungry little dragon." She said, poking Spike's slightly pudgy belly. She lowered the bars of the crib and this time physically lifted Spike out, sitting him on her back. However rather than walking out of the room, she walked to a back corner, where a small nest of soft pillows and blanket had been laid. She set Spike down on his belly, before laying down herself, spreading her hind legs a little, her teats fully on display now. They were round and swollen, the nipples on the end extended out to be latched onto. She didn't even have to speak, just looking at Spike warmly and expectantly.