Kinks and Fetishes 102

Sandbar's mind was currently pulling him in two directions; the pure euphoria of enjoying a perfectly tailored diaper around his waist and held snugly against him by his winter clothes, and the realization that he had essentially just peed on one of his best friends. He tried not to focus on the latter too much, after all, Ocellus had to have known precisely what she was getting herself into, right?

Luckily, his mind couldn't dwell for too long, because Lieutenant Colonel Berrytwist's fireworks display began, and Sandbar's eyes and focus were drawn upward to the pyrotechnics lighting up the night sky as he continued to sip at his hot cocoa. The unicorn's pyrotechnic spells were almost better than a fully-staffed fireworks show. She put these on almost every holiday.

Sitting here in this clothing, watching these arcs of light and fire reminded Sandbar of one of his earliest foalhood memories that he could recall. He remembered not even being potty trained, but he remembered the fireworks. They weren't in front of a castle, but rather town hall, quite a few years before Princess Twilight Sparkle came to town and changed everything for the populace.

Once he finished his cocoa and chocolate-covered pretzels, Sandbar couldn't let go of how self-conscious he still felt. He heard every crinkle his changeling-turned-diaper made, and his mind was convinced that every other spectator also heard it over the roar of the fireworks. As his evening snack began to settle in his stomach, he felt the call of nature, his diaper-training taking a distant backseat because of the crowds, and he turned to Gallus, and nudged his side.

The griffon turned to look at the stallion's half-concerned expression.

"You need to head back?" Gallus asked, with his boyfriend nodding silently. Knowing the rules his parents had set forth, Gallus finished the last of his cocoa in a few gulps, and got up from his seat, Sandbar quickly following. Not wanting to interrupt his family's enjoyment of the show, he and the griffon left the seating area without a word, past the kiosks, and back towards the eastern neighborhoods.

As he distanced himself from the crowds, the reluctance of the pony's bowels started to fade, as Gallus noticed his gait become unsteady.

"You gonna make it, little guy?" He asked, figuring they were far enough away from the crowds to resume the ageplay talk.

Hearing such an infantile question was the last straw for Sandbar, and he stopped in his tracks and spread his back legs everso slightly. Gallus didn't hear the evacuation like he normally would be able to in their bedroom, due to the fireworks behind them, but he definitely saw the change in the pony's expression, how he suddenly drew in breath, his eyes widened, and he trembled for just a brief moment.

For a split second, Ocellus' mind wanted to be grossed out. But as the warm slimy ooze spread out over her, she was overcome with the taboo excitement and love bursting forth from Sandbar along with it. He felt so naughty, relieving himself, filling his pants in the middle of the street like that.

"Phew, you stink little bro. Guess you're still not ready for training yet, huh?" She heard Gallus say, sending another rush of excitement and embarrassment out of Sandbar. As everything started to settle, and she felt Sandbar's growing stallionhood press up against the front of this form, she continued to soak in the love he was excreting.

She didn't quite understand it, and figured she never truly would until she tried it herself, and decided that it was probably what she should ask them about next. But she absolutely had an idea of how much Sandbar loved it, and to a degree, how much Gallus loved watching over him like an older sibling. Right now, she was content to hold her transformation and be grateful that she currently didn't have a sense of smell.

As Sandbar stepped inside his house along with Gallus, he was honestly torn between getting out of his winter clothes and well used diaper, getting Ocellus cleaned up, or giving her one last piece of what he loved to much about the thick, squishy, crinkly garment.

"So, what next little bro? I'd say we've got about a half-hour to forty-five minutes before your parents get back." Gallus told the pony.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing this isn't gonna be like a regular change. Hmm... I'd say let's go to the shower and we can wash and rinse off once she changes back." Sandbar suggested. Gallus nodded and the two of them walked to the bathroom. Closing the door, the griffon turned on the shower head and got it to a comfortable warm temperature, and Sandbar quickly undressed down to his well-used diaper, and stepped over the side and into the tub, sitting down.

"Alright, Ocellus, get ready." He said, as he began to pull at the tapes. As they came free from the front landing zone, the pony let it flop down. It glowed a bright white, and after a flash, he felt himself get bumped up as he suddenly found himself sitting on Ocellus in her default arctic blue form. He quickly put his front hooves on either side of the tub and lifted himself up momentarily to allow her to slide out from under him. She sat up and turned herself around, sitting back against Sandbar, feeling his erection pressing against her back as the warm water washed over both of them as Gallus took the bottle of soap and drizzled it over both of them before he grabbed a washcloth and began getting them cleaned up. Sandbar did the same, grabbing another washcloth and began gently wiping the changeling's abdomen down.

"Well, that was certainly... Different..." The changeling commented, taking a quiet, deep breath, then slowly exhaled, a green hazy steam flowing from her mouth. Gallus and Sandar had grown accustomed to this 'venting' she did to prevent magic-filled shockwaves like the one that occurred during their first night together.

"The good kind of different?" Sandbar asked, a warm trickle of water falling from the tip of his mane down onto the changeling.

"Absolutely. In fact, now that I've experienced that, and now that I know a good part of what you get out of it, I was wondering if I could, well, join you? See what it's like from your end?"

Sandbar rinsed the washcloth off and went lower, finding how aroused she was at the moment, no doubt matching him as his stallionhood pressed into her back, twitching a bit.

"Well, that certainly sounds doable. What do you think, big bro?" The pony asked, looking up at the griffon, who smiled in return.

"Sure. Let's finish getting the two of you cleaned up, and get you and your new sister ready for bed."

Now the pony was excited. Gallus was a phenomenal caretaker, but he had never had a playdate before with another creature playing a similar age to his.

Their bodies clean, Gallus gave Sandbar's mane a quick wash, then shut off the shower, letting them step out and begin to drip dry on the bathroom rug while he went to go get dry, fluffy towels from the pantry.

"Alright, let's go get you two dried off and padded up."