Braeburn's Trip

“Sweetie ? Where are you !? We want to leave now!”

“I’m in my room!”

Little Braeburn was currently sitting on his bed, waiting for his mom. And he wasn’t happy.
His parents wanted to visit some relatives for a few days. He was fine what, it was just a little detail about the trip he didn’t like.

It was long. Very long.

His mom came into his room.

“Braeburn ?”

“Y-yes ?”

Braeburn’s voice was shaky. He knew what his mom wanted.

“We want to leave, and I need to get you ready.”

“B-but…”

His mother took a deep breath and sat down beside him.

“Sweetie, I know you don’t like it. But … you still need it.”

“I … I don’t wanna!”

His mom sighed.

“Please, your dad is waiting downstairs.”

“N-no!”

A few tears ran down Braeburn’s face.
His mom pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m not a foal!”

He started sobbing as his mother softly rubbed his back.

“I know you aren’t.”

She hugged him even tighter.

“You’re a big colt. And a very brave one too. I think you deserve some ice cream for that.”

“Ice cream ?”

Braeburn’s cries were gone immediately.

“Yes, but only if you wear your ‘protection’.”

“O-okay.”

His mother gave him a kiss on the forehead and got up.

“I’ll get the supplies. Did you go potty already ?”

“Y-yes.”

He wiped his tears away with a hoof and slowly laid down on the bed as his mom left the room.

A minute later she came back with a poofy white diaper and a bottle of powder. Braeburn whimpered a bit as he saw the diaper, but he still lifted his legs obediently.

His mom remained silent, she just smiled at him as she slid the padding under his rear. She sprinkled some powder on his crotch, carefully rubbing it in. Braeburn blushed.
He wanted to be brave to get his ice cream, he didn’t want to cry again. But his mother taping up the diaper was too much for him. Tears started running down his face again.

“S-sorry…”

Braeburn’s mom pulled him into a hug.

“It’s alright. Now let’s get you your ice cream!”

He just nodded.

Soon they were downstairs where his father was already waiting for them.

“Ice cream ? Really ?”

“A reward because he was being so brave.”

His dad chuckled.

“He wasn’t being fussy about it ?”

“Just a tiny little bit.”

“I guess someone’s becoming a big colt.”

Braeburn smiled as he heard these words. His dad saying that was making him feel proud of himself, the tears long forgotten already.

“Okay, let’s go to the car and get you buckled up. Just be careful with the ice cream please. I don’t want any stains.”

Braeburn nodded quickly.

Not a minute later he was in his seat, ready to go. He didn’t even mind that one strap pressing against his diaper as he enjoyed his ice cream.

And so their trip began.