Kinks and Fetishes 101

When Gallus woke up the next day, he glanced over at his clock, seeing that it was 8:10 AM on Friday, and that Sandbar was already up at it, putting the finishing touches on getting his bed presentable.

"Morning." The griffon greeted, sitting up and tossing the covers aside to get up out of bed, then he turned and haphazardly made his bed as well. "What have you got in mind for today?" He asked, tucking the last corner of sheet in, turning back to his boyfriend.

After the first diaper change yesterday morning, Sandbar had managed to make the second diaper last until late afternoon. Then, it was time for a bath to get cleaned up, as there was sadly nothing else to change into. When everything was said and done, they clandestinely disposed of everything that had needed to be thrown out, and made their way to the cafeteria for dinner. With all the playtime they had over the last 16 hours, they had no trouble just going to bed when they had returned to their dorm room.

Now that Sandbar had gotten a real taste of ageplay, Gallus was wondering what he was going to do next.

"Actually, hun, if you want to do your own thing this weekend, or hang out with the others, that's totally cool with me. I know you've probably forgotten with everything we've done the past few days, but I'm catching the morning train up the mountain. I'm spending the weekend up at the Canterlot Aquarium. I haven't been there in a few years, and I figure it'd also be a nice way to try and get my mind off of... Well, you know, what we've been doing." Sandbar said, sounding hopeful, but with just a hint of sorrow.

"Sandbar, I don't get it. I thought you loved yesterday." Gallus said as Sandbar finished making his bed and started strapping on his saddlebags. When they were secure around his midsection, he returned his gaze to his boyfriend.

"I did love it, Gallus. More than you probably realize. But... But telling my parents about something like that? I'm sorry, but I don't even know where to begin there. I can't even fathom of doing something like that."

Gallus sighed, deciding to drop it for now, before this conversation devolved into an argument, and that was no way to start the weekend.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the train platform." The griffon replied, getting a soft smile out of the stallion in return.

It was a sunny and breezy Friday morning, and all manner of ponies were out and about at this start of a beautiful summer day. Sandbar made a mental note to take the slightly longer way around the market square, so as to not have to lay his eyes on Silly Filly on the way to the platform. The northbound train slowly approached with a blow of it's whistle as Sandbar ascended the steps to the kiosk to purchase his ticket. With that quickly done, he joined about a dozen other ponies on the platform as the doors opened for boarding.

"Alright, have fun. I'll try to do the same down here without ya." Gallus teased, coming in for a hug. Sandbar immediately returned it.

"I'll be back sometime Sunday. For what it's worth, thanks for yesterday. At least I've got a really good sample of what's waiting for me when I turn eighteen." Sandbar said, again trying to give his voice a semblance of hopefulness to drown out the disappointment.

The griffon smiled at Sandbar as he turned and boarded the second passenger car. The doors closed a few moments later and the whistle cried out again as the pony took his seat. They waved at each other through the window as the Friendship Express began to pull away from the station, the chugging of the steel train wheels increasing in rhythm and fading in volume.

As soon as the caboose cleared the platform and Sandbar was well out of sight, Gallus felt his inner resolve harden. Feeling determined, he turned and left the platform, turning not back towards the school, but towards the west neighborhoods. He mentally retraced his steps from the times Sandbar had taken him down this way. He hadn't quite come up with the exact words he was going to say, but more than anything, he felt that something needed to be said.

Turning down the dirt road to one of the outer clusters of dwellings, counted off the houses until he came to the third one on the right. The flowers on both sides of the front walk were in full bloom, giving a very welcoming feeling to the approach to the front door. Gallus took as many calming deep breaths as he could as he walked up to the house. Maybe Sandbar's feelings were accurate; if this was how nervous Gallus was, maybe the poor pony really couldn't fathom doing this. Steeling himself, he took one more deep breath, took the polished metal knocker in his right claw, and tapped it against the chrome seashell that had been mounted on the front door, before releasing it and taking a single step back, and waited.

The oak door opened with a light squeak, and there stood Beachcomber, Sandbar's dad. He was a stallion of average build, with a sea green coat just a few shades darker than Sandbar's, his eyes were cobalt blue, and his mint mane and tail had been styled into dreadlocks.

"Gallus, well isn't this a surprise. I'm sorry, but Sandbar's not here. I thought he had gone back to the dorms to say goodbye, but maybe he didn't have enough time before the train. He's gone up to Canterlot to spend the weekend at the aquarium."

"Yeah, I know, I just saw him off." Gallus had gotten out before High Tide, Sandbar's mom, came around the corner carrying their baby daughter Coral Currents. Gallus took a slow, deep breath to keep his nerves under control as he now had the attention of his boyfriend's whole family.

"I'm actually here to talk to you. Both of you."