Sandbar and Ocellus were expecting to grab a couple slices of pie and skirt on back to the bedroom, but as luck would have it, Beachcomber and High Tide found them rummaging through the fridge. Per the house rule of being regarded as a foal if he was outside of his room in diapers, Sandbar was told to go bring his high chair back out to the kitchen, and a few minutes later, he was placed in it, with Ocellus sitting next to him in a regular chair at the dining table, with Beachcomber cutting up pieces of double chocolate pie for Sandbar, and High Tide doing the same for Ocellus, who was internally hoping that the scent of the foal powder, urine, and chocolate pie was sufficiently masking the smell of their son's seed which was continuing to seep out into her diaper.

"So, son. Spring break is coming up next week. Did you make any plans, or did you want to come with us and your sister to Winsome Falls?" Beachcomber asked him as he fed him a piece of dessert.

"I was actually planning on staying in town with Ocellus, if that's alright. Silverstream is bringing her brother up from Mount Aris, and we were gonna show him around Ponyville."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've had the house to yourself. Just be safe, be responsible, and clean everything up." High Tide told him, but glancing at both of them.

"I will, I promise." Sandbar replied, as he received the last bite of pie from his dad's fork. For a foal, a second piece was out of the question, and seeing that Ocellus was nearly done as well, Sandbar slid out of the high chair, hugged his dad and mom goodnight, and returned to his bedroom as Ocellus was swallowing her last piece.

"I know I've said it before, but I just want to say it again; thank you for accepting me, for allowing me and Sandbar to continue seeing each other. This is a really painful time we're going through, and it means a lot that we can be there for each other through it. Not to mention how lucky he is for you to embrace this side of him. I know it's helping a great deal, I just know it." Ocellus told both of them, getting up from her seat at the kitchen table.

She received gentle, reassuring smiles from both of them.

"We'll be honest with you, Ocellus. We were rather worried about the polyamory. The odds of those kind of relationships working and lasting are never in your favor. But we've been told that love takes on an entire additional concept for changelings, and we're honored that you find so much of it in our home." High Tide told her.

"Gallus' choices amount to little more than pure cowardice," Beachcomber continued. "We helped him get Equestrian citizenship, he had a promising military career ahead of him, he had creatures that cared about him, and for reasons I frankly no longer want to know, he threw it all away for something thousands of miles away. I sincerely hope he never has to come back here, because I can't imagine he'll get much of a welcome, from anycreature. But we've since decided that his choices shouldn't undermine our belief in and support of interspecies relationships. You love our son, and he loves you. As long as that holds true, then you have our blessing to make each other as happy as you can."

Ocellus swallowed the lump in her throat as she teared up, and came forward to embrace the two ponies.

"Th-thank you so much."

Author's Note

Alright, well, this is end of what I had initially planned, but Sandbar and Ocellus' naughty, kinky adventures will continue in an additional story, since I have been graciously offered some artwork for a cover.

This story also served as a very small part of my ongoing efforts to cope with my marriage ending, and I'm very glad I can dramatize some of my struggles. My goal (apart from the fetish and clop, obviously) was to state that embracing your kinkier sides is a fantastic way to deal with the more painful chapters of life, and that I only sympathize with depressives as long as they seek help. As of now it is an incurable disease, but if you do everything you can think of to treat it yourself, everything except get professional help, then I believe you are 100% responsible for the relationships you destroy in the process.

More to come soon, fillies and gentlecolts, and as always, thank you very much for reading.

Sincerely,
Miles