Sprout's Second Chance

Dinner consisted of a veggie deluxe pizza and a bottle of warm milk afterwards. It was a different feeling for both mother and son. Phyllis no longer felt like she was punishing her unwilling son, and while she was trying her best to enjoy Sprout's second foalhood, she still couldn't shake the fact that she had created and was currently enabling a new fetish of his.

But Hitch was right; it was entirely her fault, and it was a price she was ultimately willing to pay if he was showing remorse and was making friends of different races. She had created the monster and the mama's colt, and if he was going to become more independent while he made this new side of himself, so be it.

For Sprout, it was largely a feeling of contentment. As he followed his mom down the hall to his bedroom after his bath, he had his mind primarily on two things; what he wanted to do to fulfill his community service he had agreed to to keep his new nursery stocked, and also how he wanted to properly show Izzy gratitude for showing him what could be fun about this treatment.

He started to climb up onto the changing table, when his mom put a hoof on his shoulder.

"Not just yet, sugarcube..." She said, guiding him over towards the crib, where she picked up the paddle that had been resting against the bars, as they continued to the stool. Sprout gulped nervously, but knew he had absolutely no ground to stand on; he had asked for this in his remorse, precisely because he did not enjoy it at all. Phyllis took her seat, and Sprout took a deep breath and got in position across her lap as she pinned his tail against his back.

"Don't worry, it won't be as severe as it was the first night; just enough to remind you to be a better pony," Phyllis told him, raising the paddle up, and brought it down on his flanks, hard, and he let out a gasp in pain.

The strikes came evenly and steadily, but after just ten hits, it was over, with Sprout barely sniffling.

"Alright, let's get that red rump padded and ready for bed," Phyllis told him, letting him get up.

Sprout seemed surprised at how short it was, but figured it served perfectly as a light reminder, his flanks lightly tingling as he made his way over the changing table, climbing up and laying down on his back as his mom got out a fresh diaper.

"Thank you for cleaning up the living room as well as you did, by the way. It looked like you two really enjoyed yourselves with your PoneBloks," Phyllis remarked as she got the diaper slid underneath him.

"Yeah, it's been such a long time since Hitch and I played with those. It was so fun," Sprout said as his mom grabbed the bottle of foal powder and twisted the cap open.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do for your community service?" Phyllis asked, wanting to remind him of his side of the agreement.

"Yeah, I have actually. I think I want to help the construction crew as they help fix Sunny's lighthouse," Sprout answered as powder was sprinkled over his diaper area.

"I think that's a fantastic first idea. And, speaking of Hitch and Sunny..." Phyllis began as she brought the diaper up between his legs and smoothing it against his stomach. "Have you thought about the possibility of them finding out about this new side of you? Because honestly, that is something you may want to prepare for, sugarcube."

Sprout hadn't really given that a lot of thought, but, at the same time, Izzy, a paid foalsitter or not, didn't appear fazed at all when it came to seeing an adult acting like a foal. He had known Hitch almost his entire life, and he couldn't imagine him making fun of him, and Sunny, the bastion of friendship and unity that she had been, would probably go right along with it.

It also made him wonder what Izzy would say about her new gig to Sunny, if that was who she was staying with while she was in town.

So all in all, if it happened, it happened. Above all, he wasn't going to react negatively to anything out of fear. He had to treat his new friends better than that.

"Yeah, if it happens, it happens. I really don't think they'd think any less of me. They're better than that," Sprout answered as his mom brought the back wings up and finished taping his diaper up. After that, she went to the closet and grabbed the hooved pajamas, and helped him into those. Lastly, she popped his pacifier into his mouth before helping him down and guided him over to the crib. He laid his head down on the pillow and she raised the bars.

"Sweet dreams, Sprout. Izzy will be here in the morning," Phyllis told him, before going back to the door and shut off the light, and closing the door almost all the way.

Sprout gave a small stretch before letting his head sink into his pillow even more. He wasn't quite ready for sleep to take him as he continued thinking back on today's fun. He was very much looking forward to what tomorrow would bring. As his bladder let him know it was time to go, he figured he would be spending the night wet. He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he let himself go, feeling the warm wetness spread across his crotch, his pajamas keeping his diaper absolutely snug against his body. As it spread, he felt himself grow and get stiff in the confines of his padding. As the stream of urine began to die down, his front hooves began to find their way down to the front of his diaper.

He gave it a soft press, feeling it squish in return, as the slightly swollen undergarment pressed a little tighter against his pajamas. He slowly started to rub up and down as the voice of his new foalsitter began to speak in his head.

'Ooh, is my little foal excited? Let's take care of that so you can get a good night's sleep.'

His breaths began to come to him slower as he began to squirm and gently thrust up into his front hooves' massaging.

'Hehe, I guess I'm not the only one who's horny tonight, eh little guy?'

Sprout continued pressing into his diaper, thrusting up in tempo, and his imagination only hastened his journey towards climax as he immersed himself in his new fetish-y fantasies.

He gritted his teeth and kept his climactic moan as muted and quiet as he could, as spurts of cum joined the urine already deposited in the diaper.

'There we go. What a good boy. Alright, now you can get a good night's sleep. See you in the morning, Sprouty."

Letting out a long exhale as he began to settle into the afterglow, Sprout's hooves fell to his sides, as his eyelids began to now grow heavy...

Sunny Starscout was enjoying a small slice of cake for dessert as she relaxed on her hotel room's couch, looking out the front window as the moon began to rise over the sea. It didn't quite feel like home, but she couldn't really complain; the suite was comfy enough, and Phyllis Cloverleaf had paid for it in full for as long as the repairs to the lighthouse took.

There was a knock at the door and she set her plate down on the end table, got off the couch, going over to door, and opened it.

"Hey there, roomie!" Izzy greeted with a grin.

"Hey there, was wondering when you'd be back. You up for going to see a movie tomorrow?" Sunny asked.

"Hm. Well, if you're willing to make it a late one. I wasn't sure of my availability tomorrow, and it looks like I've got a short term job here as a foalsitter," Izzy told her friend.

"That's great to hear. Who are you foalsitting for?"