Kinks and Fetishes 102

Coral gave a giggle of delight as she caught the rubber ball and rolled it back towards her big brother. Her big baby brother.

Sandbar, suckling on his turtle shell pacifier and sitting in the playpen that had been set up in the living room, stopped the ball with his hooves and rolled it right back at her, at a slight angle, where she would have to lean to catch it, and catch it she did, while managing to keep her balance.

One of Sandbar's initial worries about bringing his ageplay outside of his bedroom was how his little sister might have potentially perceived it. But his mom and dad had reasoned that, as long as he didn't do it all the time, that she would probably just assume it was a game he played, where he became like her for a little bit. It was a fair theory, but probably only one that would hold until she started potty training, which they didn't think was far away, as she was getting fussy more often when she used her diaper. Sandbar didn't indulge in his role play every second at home, or even every day. So far, for the past five months, it had largely varied between every other day, or just the weekends if he wanted more than a 24 hour period padded.

After the ball was rolled back to him, Sandbar mixed it up by bouncing it softly on the wooden floor; not so high that it would clear the walls of the pen, but Coral did have to jump to catch it, and the momentum transferred from the catch caused her to land in a sitting position and roll back, giggling the whole way. Before the filly could toss it back, the attention of both padded ponies was grabbed by a knock at the front door, and Sandbar's gaze went from the foyer to the clock on the wall, confirming that was was quarter to noon. The moment he had been half-dreading had arrived. It was an odd group of butterflies in his stomach, seeing as how this was his idea. He could have very well invited his friends to a perfectly normal Hearth's Warming lunch. In fact, that is precisely what he had done, then when he decided he wanted to show them this side of himself, it was Gallus who had told them to expect something of a surprise when they had gotten there.

Responding to the knock on the door, Gallus came out from the kitchen where he was helping Beachcomber with lunch. He opened the door and greeted their four classmates and best friends.

"Hey y'all. Come on in." The griffon said with a smile.

Smolder, Ocellus, Silverstream, and Yona entered the dwelling one by one, in that order, and also in that order, they saw Sandbar in the playpen, but didn't seem to show any shocked expressions. He realized that it was probably because the fencing of the playpen obscured his attire at this distance, and they had probably just assumed that he was playing with his sister. But the details became clearer as they started filing into the den to greet their other friend.

"Hey there Sandbar, Happy... Hearth's Warming..." Smolder greeted, the first to see the stallion's pacifier, and her eyes immediately fell to his diaper as he blushed at the cheeks.

"Well, no hiding it anymore. Here's the surprise I hinted at." Gallus said, the last to approach the playpen.

Sandbar felt time slow as he took in the stares from his four friends who were being introduced to this side of himself. Smolder and Yona weren't quite sure what to make of it, Ocellus looked more curious than anything, and Silverstream...

Silverstream's surprised expression quickly shifted to overly enthusiastic.

"Oh my gosh, you are soooo cute!" The hippogriff exclaimed, effortlessly hopping over the playpen gate and nearly tackled Sandbar in a hug, which he returned as he struggled to breathe.

"Yona confused. Sandbar like acting like foal?" The yak asked.

"Don't you remember Headmare Starlight's demonstration last summer? Guess Sandbar here liked it more than we thought." Smolder replied, with the pony silently nodding affirmatively, as Silverstream took a seat next to him and began to play ball with Coral.

"So that's why you moved in with them?" Ocellus asked.

"Well, Sandbar here was pretty afraid of showing this side of himself to his mom and dad. So when he ran off to Canterlot Aquarium, I approached them as cordially as I could, and together over the weekend, we turned half of his room into a nursery for him, and they offered to let me move in too. He's been embracing this side of himself ever since." Gallus explained.

"Whatever make Sandbar happy." Yona declared.

"Yup," Smolder agreed. "Each to their own."

Sandbar's lips curled up into a smile on both sides of his pacifier as his friends immediately accepted this side of him. He began to wonder what he had been so worried about; they had sat next to each other for more than half the summer exploring and experimenting with different kinks and discovered what fueled their developing sex drives.

"Alright everycreature. Lunch is ready, come and get it!"

Silverstream picked up Coral and carried her to the kitchen, while Yona had no trouble tossing Sandbar up on her back and gave him a yak ride to his high chair at the table, where a few extensions were put in to fit eight at the table.

"So how come you're showing us this side of yourself, Sandbar?" Smolder asked as she bit into a clawful of nachos supreme.

"Well, as much as I've fallen in love with this side of myself, being able to 'foal out' at home, Gallus and I have certainly noticed how it's taken a considerable chunk of my free time with my friends. I figured if all of you knew about it, we could get some of that time back." Sandbar answered, having taken his pacifier out to eat lunch, which Silverstream and Gallus were currently taking turns feeding him.

"Well, it's great that you showed us how adorable it is!" Silverstream replied happily. "Since, you know, Trixie's demonstration with Starlight didn't really cover a lot of the 'foaling out' parts."

Silverstream was certainly right on that count; Trixie's class that day contained only one piece of ageplay furniture, a crib, and the rest of it leaned heavily towards bondage and exhibitionism. But if this was another chunk of what an ageplay headspace could contain, they could certainly see what made it so endearing.

The visit wasn't meant to be much more than lunch, because some of them had planned to go help with getting last minute things ready at the castle for the Hearth's Warming dinner and Lieutenant Colonel Fizzlepop's fireworks display tonight. So with some quick hugs, Smolder, Yona, and Silverstream said their goodbyes and set off for the castle, while Sandbar and Coral were returned to the playpen while dishes were cleaned from lunch.

Her curiosity having finally gotten too heavy, Ocellus stood in the hallway in front of Sandbar's bedroom door, and peered inside. It was immediately apparent that the room had effectively been split in two; two different styles, two different atmospheres. But both sides had the same energy in common; love radiated off of nearly every surface. The two beds on the right, the cage-bed combination on the left, as well as what looked like a padded table and shelf in one. Even the pet turtles in the terrarium; the love in this room hung in the air so thick that it was almost palpable.

All she knew of equine infancy was what Pinkie and Cadance had covered in their Babysitting Basics class. She didn't quite understand what attracted adult ponies to items and surroundings of their past, but Trixie did point out on several occasions in her summer elective, that when it came to various kinks and fetishes, sometimes you either understood it or you didn't. And she definitely remembered Sandbar's reaction when he first laid eyes on Headmare Starlight up on stage in that crib. She approached the changing table stocked top to bottom with disposable diapers, and gave them a soft poke with her front hoof, getting a soft crinkle in return. She remembered how Trixie had said that some ageplayers liked them as thick and crinkly as possible. As she pulled one out and held it in her hooves, she began to get an idea. She glanced over at Sandbar's desk next to the terrarium and quickly spotted a quill and ink next to a few sheets of paper. She returned the folded diaper to the stack, and went over to the desk, picking up the quill, dipped the tip in the inkwell, and put it to the top piece of parchment...

"Alright, Coral, I think it's time for a change." High Tide said, coming in to pick up the three year-old and lifted her up out of the playpen, taking her upstairs to her room.

"I think the same can be said for you, lil' bro." Gallus said, noticing how swollen Sandbar's diaper had gotten. There would be no picking him up, though, and the griffon merely opened the gate for the pony to step through, and they began to walk out of the den and down the hall towards his room. After they entered the room, the griffon and pony made their way over to the changing table, and they immediately noticed the new items.

There, on top of the padded surface, was an arctic blue disposable diaper with a red bow on it, with a gift tag that read 'From: Ocellus, To: Sandbar and Gallus'.

As the diaper's color matched Ocellus' carapace exactly, with smiling expressions of her face patterned over it, it didn't take them long to deduce where the changeling had gone.

"Well, I guess that's what she'd look like if she was a cartoon." Sandbar quipped, grinning as Gallus rolled his eyes as he picked up the letter and read aloud.

"Dear Sandbar and Gallus,

I've really been struggling lately to come up with a gift that properly expresses how much I treasure the way our relationship has evolved this past year. After I saw this room, I had an idea. Yes, the diaper is me. I can't talk or do anything a normal one wouldn't do. Just put it on the way you usually would, and I can experience first-hoof the how's, what's, and why's of your love of ageplay. Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, changing back won't be any trouble at all.

Love,
Ocellus."

Gallus set the letter down on the nightstand and picked the unquestionably living garment.

"Well, little bro, what are you waiting for? Hop on up."