Feeding

Spike: I'm back! *looks around* Where is everypony?

Rarity: Ouch! Turquoise! Please be gentle

Spike: Rarity? You okay? Where are you?

Rarity: Spike? I'm in T's room. 

Spike: *heads upstairs to the room* Hey sweetheart. What's going—? Ah. Feeding time. 

Rarity: It's been feeding time for the past two. And a half. HOURS. This isn't normal!

Spike: Well, he's not exactly a normal foal. 

Rarity: I know that Spike. But even so! Claire wasn't anything like this. Why, she'd switched over to bottles by the time she was this age!

Spike: Can't we just switch him over too?

Rarity: Spike, you know very well that he won't drink from bottles. And when he does, he's always still hungry right after.  Then he comes straight for me. 

Spike: You two are bonding

Rarity: I can't do this for much longer! His dragon teeth hurt. I'm not built for this torture! Can't he eat gems now? Isn't that what baby dragons eat?

Spike: Well, yeah, but I don't think his teeth are strong enough. 

Rarity: My mammaries beg to differ

Spike: *coughs* Eheh well.... I could try something

Rarity: Really??? Please do!

Spike: I don't think you'll like it.....  

Rarity: I don't care! Anything is better than having to nurse at this point. 

Spike: Alright.... C'mere buddy *lightly pulls T to him*

T: *whimpers and tries crawling back to Rarity*

Spike: It's okay. We're gonna try something a little different today. 

T: *sits in front of Spike*

Spike: *coughs*

Rarity: .... Are you alright Spike?

Spike: *starts gagging*

Rarity: Spike, what are you doing?

Spike: *continues to gag*

T: *opens his mouth* 

Rarity: ....... Oh my Celestia—

Spike: *spits up in T's mouth*

Rarity: *intense guttural screeching* SPIKE!!!

Spike: I told you you wouldn't like it!

Rarity: That was absolutely horrid!

Spike: At least he's happy!

Rarity: I'm going to be sick *runs to bathroom*

Spike: ......... Alright then. 

T: .................... *looks up to Spike* Muh

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