Recovery and Role Play

Smolder sipped at her glass of black raspberry lemonade as she sat at one of the outdoor dining areas in Ponyville's market square. From her table, she had a good view of the Silly Filly foal supply store on this mild Saturday early afternoon.

She just had to work up those dragon nerves to step inside, and so far, her lemonade wasn't helping.

Counselor Trixie's Kink's and Fetishes class two summers ago had done wonders to help her get in touch with her inner 'cute and adorable' side, though the guidance counselor had to admit that it was one of those kinks that currently escaped classification with a word, likely due to the vast variety of what ponies could consider cute and adorable, but otherwise encouraged her to explore as much as she wanted. In some circles, it was referred to as 'tomboy taming'.

For the young adult dragoness, 'cute' was all about frou frou-y, lacey, frilly, glittering dresses. It wasn't exactly a secret among her close friends, due to having to attend a tea party dressed in one to face her fears under the school.

She wasn't afraid of being cute, but she was still struggling with admitting she liked being cute. And even if her friends knew, she wasn't exactly prepared to walk out of Carousel Boutique with a garment bag yet. Now, having periodically seen Sandbar and Ocellus in their ageplay attire, her mind was ready to file one more thing into her 'Cute' folder.

Diapers and frilly infantile dresses.

So with Ponyville experiencing a little bit of a population dip due to Spring Break, she figured her best chance of getting in and out of Silly Filly with a few samples without being spotted, would be right now.

So here she sat, keeping a close but inconspicuous eye on the ponies entering and exiting the store, trying to judge when would be the best time to step inside. But for now, it was time for a refill on that lemonade.

Sandbar sat on the floor of his bedroom, biting his lip as he carefully lowered the wooden alphabet block between his two front hooves onto the stack of eleven in between his rear legs. The bottom of the block barely touched the top one before Sandbar slowly brought his hooves away, and the stack was now twelve tall, and the padded pony wondered if he'd beat his current record of thirteen before Ocellus came into check him and find his rather soggy diaper in need of changing. The changeling had opted to wait just long enough to be sure that all of what Sandbar had deposited up in her just before lunch had seeped out of her, then got out her diaper, finding it just a bit damp, and cleaned up with a quick shower, and slid more into a 'motherly' role for the day.

The infantile stallion suckled on his turtle shell pacifier and grabbed another block. But his record would stand as he set it on top of the stack a little too quickly, and the whole tower wobbled for a moment before it came tumbling down in between and on both sides of his rear legs. He clapped his front hooves together playfully, determined to try again. But he didn't even get two blocks high before he felt the back of his diaper being tugged back, but strangely didn't feel a hoof along with it. Almost as if his diaper was being checked by...

Magic.

"Well, I do believe my loyal subject needs a change." A regal, commanding voice said behind him.

Sandbar's ears twitched at the somewhat familiar voice, and turned to see the Princess of the Night and Dreams, Luna, standing behind him, her magic releasing the back of his diaper.

"And no maids nearby to complete this task. I do suppose I can be bothered to get you cleaned up, my little colt."

Sandbar wasn't sure where Ocellus found the time to practice changing into one of the rulers of Equestria, but it was a nearly perfect transformation. It would seem she was serious when she said if he didn't bring up any fantasies for her to fulfill, that she'd take matters into her own hooves, and he remembered telling Ocellus about Luna's royal duties of patrolling the dream realm, keeping a watchful eye for things that would need her personal intervention, such as ethereal threats, or recurring nightmares. A bit further down the conversation, he had told her while he had no idea if she ever actually did so herself, that he occasionally had intense sexual dreams where she would investigate, and get involved herself.

The stallion had to admit; so far, in her first few sentences, Ocellus had a reasonable handle on her characteristics. Instead of magically lifting him up to the changing table, the royal facsimile magically pushed the alphabet blocks to the side, and laid out a towel, lifting Sandbar up momentarily to get it under him. With that done, she magically reached over to the shelves of the changing table and bringing over a bottle of foal powder, a container of wipes, a doubler insert, and a clean diaper. With all of that set beside them, she turned her attention to the one Sandbar was currently wearing, and magically tugged at the tapes. One by one, they were torn loose, and his wet diaper was peeled off of his belly and nethers, and flopped down to the towel between his legs. A moment later, a trio of wipes were levitated out of the package, and one by one, were used to give his diaper area a quick once over. He shivered as the cold wipes touched his groin, but his semi-erect stallionhood stood higher due to the attention.

"Well well, it seems my subject is enjoying his princess seeing him like this. I do suppose I should deal with that, I don't believe a clean diaper would fit around that."

Sandbar wasn't sure what to expect next, but as Ocellus-Luna magically grabbed and unfolded a clean diaper, briefly lifting his backside up to slide it under him, she also took a few steps forward so she was standing over him, giving him a better idea of their size difference. Luna was smaller than her older sister, but she was still considerably larger than fully grown mares. The Princess of the Night raised her sparkling tail, and began to lower herself into a sitting position, magically angling Sandbar's cock to slide into her.

Sandbar remembered his first time with Gallus, as well as Ocellus, and for the first time, he felt himself somewhat inadequate. He never thought of himself as well endowed, but he didn't notice any bulges or tightness as he had with the griffon or with Ocellus' default form. Rather, the Princess' nethers were enveloping him, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that there was room to spare as she bottomed out, pressing against his testicles. She shifted back, forward, left, and right, before rising up, only to descend back down.

Sandbar's eyes began to roll back a bit. He was initially afraid that due to this form's size, Ocellus wasn't getting as much pleasure from this as he was, but then he saw her eyes flicker green, and the residual love she was collecting was exhaled through her nostrils as she rode him on top of his clean diaper. She was also being surprisingly dominant, gazing down at him with a motherly gaze, as if this was an entirely normal routine, and she was expecting him to give up his seed before the diaper change would continue.

And continue it would, soon.

Sandbar tried to buck his thighs up, but Ocellus-Luna's weight was too much to overcome, timing her thrusts precisely to press down on him as he tried thrusting up, holding herself down as his attempts became more erratic as she felt him flare inside her.

"That's it, my subject. Fill your princess up!" She commanded, green mist coming from her mouth as she spoke.

"Ah... Ah, Princess!" Sandbar cried out, and felt himself erupt into her, burst after burst. Ocellus-Luna felt it as well, and kept herself pressed down, milking him for all he was worth.

"Mmmm... That's it. You have served your princess well, my loyal subject." She said, shifting her hips as his shots turned into spurts, and then seeped down to nothing as he was spent entirely.

As she felt him begin to soften, she pulled up off of him, dripping his seed as well as her arousal down his now drooping shaft, balls as well as the clean diaper, as she grabbed the bottle of foal powder as she took a couple steps back.

"Now let's get you diapered up and we can begin preparing dinner."

Smolder slowly made her way down one of the aisles of the clothing section of silly filly, taking in all the dresses and skirts sized for infant ponies. The past several months, she had enjoyed the occasional private tea party with Ocellus, and now she was wondering if she was ready to take the next step; owning a cute, frilly dress that wasn't conjured by magic or dreams, and she now had to admit to herself that seeing both Ocellus and Sandbar engage in their ageplay had sparked her curiosity.

She had stood outside the entrance of Silly Filly for over nearly an hour, waiting for an opportunity to be the only one in the shop. She knew secondhand from Sandbar and Ocellus what lay beyond the rear doors next to the back register, and she knew that seeing these cute, adorable, infantile offerings in bigger sizes was a mere straightforward question away, and she'd better do it quick before other customers came in while she inquired.

She snorted in annoyance, smoke and a brief flash of fire expelling from her nostrils, and she walked briskly to the back register.

"Oh, hello. I didn't see you come in. I've seen you around, one of the Friendship School students, yes? How can I help you today?" Soothing Care greeted, smiling at the orange dragoness.

Smolder gave a nervous smile back, knowing that a dragon in a store like this was quite the unusual sight, unless they were looking for something quite specific, and she wondered if Soothing Care knew it.

"I think you know my friends Sandbar and Ocellus. They've told me how discrete you are with your special customers. Can... Can I see what you offer in adult sizes?"