Kinks and Fetishes 101

"You know, now that you mention it, yeah, the front section of the store is pretty small for how big the entire building is." High Tide commented as she, Beachcomber, and Gallus walked through the front aisles of Silly Filly as they made their way towards the back, where they saw Soothing Care finishing up with a customer, and immediately turned to the trio.

"Hello, Beachcomber and High Tide." Soothing greeted, then turning to Gallus. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I've seen you in here before."

"Gallus," the griffon replied. "I'm Sandbar's boyfriend."

"A pleasure. So, here for Coral's usual restock?" The mare asked.

"Actually, we're here because of Sandbar." Beachcomber answered.

"Oh?"

"Gallus told us he came in here a couple days ago asking about bigger sizes, and also that he's rather curious about ageplay."

"Yes, he did come in here for a few minutes, asking about bigger sizes. I sadly had to turn him away because he's not an adult. Is he here with you?" Soothing asked.

Both parents shook their heads.

"He's up in Canterlot spending a weekend at the aquarium. We thought we'd try and surprise him for when he gets back."

Soothing's expression was something akin to touched.

"Well, if I may, he is very, very lucky to have a family like you in his life. I can certainly show you what we offer. Please, this way."

With that, Soothing Care turned and lead the way back to the large double doors, the two ponies and griffon following. Upon going through the doors, they were met with pallets upon pallets of plain labeled boxes. It was certainly all a bystander on the other side of the doors would get a glimpse of. Once well into the back stockroom, however, they saw a near-identical shelving set up towards the very back wall, which they made their way back to. Once they were beyond the pallets of products ready to go up front, Soothing turned to the trio behind her.

"I'm not sure how much you're planning on getting today, or if you just want to look around and come back later, but suffice to say, we have both cloth and disposable diapers, wipes, powders, oils, pacifiers, clothes, onesies, footed pajamas, cribs, changing pads and tables, playpens; all appropriately sized for adult ponies." The proprietor explained, motioning to the dozen aisles of shelves before them.

The looks of surprise had not left the mare and stallion.

"I... I honestly wasn't sure what to think when we were told that there was something like this in town," Beachcomber began, looking down the rows of aisles. "How often do you have to restock this part of the store?"

"Not as nearly as often as we do the front. Most ageplayers don't wear full-time, so they don't go through their supplies nearly as quickly as actual foals do. Very few of them even have the opportunity to build a dedicated nursery for themselves. If that is perhaps what you are considering; giving Sandbar the opportunity to relive his foalhood, I can tell you with absolute certainty, that he will remember it forever."

"What do you think, hun?" High Tide asked her husband.

"This section is so much bigger than I ever thought. I'll be honest; I don't completely understand it, but clearly, he's not alone with these desires, far from it. He's my son, and I love him. If this is something that we think he'll love, I'm willing to let him embrace it." Beachcomber replied. They both turned to the griffon accompanying them.

"Gallus? How deep into this do you think Sandbar wants to get? Does he want us to treat him exactly the way we do Coral?" High Tide asked.

"I think so, that's what I tried to do the other night; changed him, fed him a bottle, and, well, honestly, did things that couples do. That's another thing that Trixie pointed out in class, sometimes adult desires make their way into infantile headspaces like this. He seemed to have a bunch of space in his bedroom, so honestly, I'd love to give him the best of both worlds. But are you sure you two can afford something like that?" The griffon replied, as they started to walk down the aisle full of packs of adult disposable diapers.

"Well, his birthday is next month. I suppose we could make this one big gift a little early. The question is, could we get his room rearranged and set up by the time he gets back Sunday afternoon?" Beachcomber asked.

"I'd love to help however I can. I don't have anything else planned for the weekend. As happy as I am that you're accepting this side of him, I simply cannot wait for him to see it for himself." Gallus replied, stopping halfway through the aisle, his eyes catching the pattern on a particular row of disposable diapers. They were white, patterned with cartoon turtles, fish, crabs, jellyfish, and a few fillies and colts in scuba gear. Gallus used a claw to eye his way down to the appropriate size for Sandbar, grabbing a bag of the tightly packed diapers, wondering if they would be as thick as Starlight's when they were taken out of the packaging.

"I think these would be perfect." He said, showing the pack to Beachcomber and High Tide.

"If you are going all out, I can arrange delivery of a crib and changing table late this afternoon, giving you tonight and tomorrow to get everything arranged and set up. Everything is quite easy to assemble." Soothing told them.

Gallus dug into the left flap of his saddlebags, and pulled out his small twine-tied bag of bits.

"If you two want to go look at cribs and changing tables, I'll gladly take care of the diapers, changing supplies, and pacifiers." He told them.

"Gallus, you don't have to do that." Beachcomber told him.

"I insist. I want to contribute to this as much as I can. This is all that's left of my stipend for this month. I'll get another fifty in a couple weeks, and I'll gladly eat from Grubber's cafeteria menu until then."

All three ponies smiled at him.

"If you insist. We'll leave you to it, and go look at some appropriate furniture. We'll see you at the back register."

"These do get a little cheaper the more packs you buy, Gallus." Soothing was sure to point out, motioning to the price on the shelf. They were 10 bits a bag, but if he got five of them, he'd only be paying for four. He loaded up a shopping cart with 50 diapers, certainly enough for his pony for the next couple weeks, then made his way over to get a few packs of stuffers, a bottle of powder, a bottle of oil, wipes, and last but not least, a pacifier, the shield of which was a turtle shell, more than appropriate. He pushed the cart and all of its contents to the back counter and looked down the way to see Beachcomber, High Tide, and Soothing Care look at changing tables.

He was still thanking the stars for how accepting they were. He knew it wasn't his place to tell them about this side of his boyfriend and their son, but all he saw for the past day was how trying to keep it inside was tearing him apart. He took a deep breath as they came to the register with Soothing, who had written down which ones they had wanted.

"Alright, Gallus, I'll get you rung up first." Soothing said. She got everything organized in three plain cardboard boxes, then slid them across to Gallus to return to the cart.

"You can return that cart at any time. I think it's safe to say you'll be back for more eventually. And I'll get the crib and changing table delivered around five o'clock this afternoon."

After he was taken care of, Beachcomber and High Tide purchased the furniture, a considerably more expensive endeavor than the diapers and changing supplies. Once that was done, they rejoined him at the back door, where Soothing let them out and bid them farewell with a smile and a wave.

"Alright, let's get this back home, and then what do we say to some lunch?" Beachcomber asked.

In his excitement for Sandbar, Gallus had now realized that he hadn't had anything else other than the peanut butter bagel he had quickly eaten before seeing Sandbar to the train station, and now felt his stomach rumble. Undoubtedly they were going to need a hearty meal for the work that needed to be done in his room.

When the trio had taken a look at Sandbar's bedroom, it was apparent that the first thing to do was rearrange what was already in there. Luckily, the colt had usually done a decent job of keeping his room clean.

"How about... Splitting it in half?" Gallus began, beginning to picture the potential setup in his mind. "Normal, teenaged pony stuff on this side, and new ageplayer stuff on this side? We could put Tipper and Tupper's terrarium there by the window."

And so while High Tide went to keep an eye on Coral, Gallus and Beachcomber set to work. Sure enough, by the time Sandbar's nightstand and bed had been moved to the right wall next to the closet, the doorbell sounded through the house, and they went to see that the changing table and crib had arrived, and needed assembling. The stallion and griffon brought them in box by box, and by the time dinner was ready, Gallus noticed that it looked like they had one or two boxes too many.

"Did they bring us too many? It looks like there's an extra bed here." Gallus commented.

"Nope, I measured, and we have room for it." Beachcomber told him.

"So we're replacing the bed Sandbar already has?" Gallus asked.

Beachcomber smiled as Gallus hadn't quite put the pieces together mentally just yet.

"No. This is for you, Gallus."

The griffon's eyes widened.

"You took a very big risk today, telling us about this side of Sandbar. Once we put all this together for him, he'll probably want to spend a lot more time in here. With how much you obviously care about him, I don't want you to stay in the dorm while he's enjoying himself here. You said you've never known what it was like to have a family. If we're all working together to give Sandbar a second chance at foalhood, I'm more than willing to let you move in for a first chance at a family. What do you say?"

Gallus felt his emotions rise in his chest, and he swallowed back tears as he struggled to keep himself composed.

"I... I don't know what to say, Beachcomber. Thank you, thank you so much."

Beachcomber came forward and hugged the griffon briefly.

"It's the least I can do for someone that cares so much about my son. Now, that smell from the kitchen is certainly inviting. Let's go chow down. You can take Sandbar's bed tonight, and the rest of this can wait until tomorrow."