Sprout's Second Chance

Sprout crouched behind the recliner, keeping an eye out for any kind of movement. Using a small hoof-held spy mirror, he carefully surveyed the battlefield of Living Roomington. The resistance forces he commanded were carefully spread out among the structures, lying in wait to spring their trap when the Zombie Unicorn Horde came through. What had started as a heated firefight in the bedroom had now spread downstairs, and Sprout was going to try to hold them here. Gods forbid they got into the kitchen, where the mares and fillies were hiding...

As he kept a watchful eye for the horde, he felt his bowels contract. After they had gotten everything assembled, they had taken a quick break for lunch before starting their house-spanning zombie war, which had been going on for several hours now. So now his intestines had to make room for further digestion.He couldn't abandon his hiding spot now, not when it could prove to be so advantageous. He focused, still watching the doorway to the hall, and began to gently push with his sphincter muscles, once again mentally putting himself squatting inches above a toilet. It worked, just as it did last time, and the hot manure pushed out into his waiting diaper, which was currently dry, but he figured that wouldn't be the case for long. It continued to spread, and felt a bit smaller than yesterday's had been, likely because he wasn't sitting in the high chair at the moment. A second gentle push got the rest of it out, and he let out a quiet breath as the stench hit his nostrils. But there was no cringing or grimacing this time around; he was far too focused on his strategic position for the coming engagement. His mom would be home any moment now to start dinner, so this would likely be the battle that decided the fate of the resistance.

Just as he was beginning to ignore his bladder, there it was; the mothership! The large glowing flying saucer slowly hovered into the room, seemingly under it's own power. Putting his second messy diaper as far back in his mind as he could, he readied his front right hoof to pull the string that would activate the traps hidden behind the end tables. The mothership slowly hovered towards the center of the room, and when its shadow hit a certain point, Sprout popped up from his hiding spot.

"Attack!" He cried, pulling the string. As the mothership turned it's weapon turrets toward him, the resistance catapults launched their volleys, sending plastic miniature barrels and boulders towards the mothership. They impacted just in time, and the mothership wavered. As Sprout smirked triumphantly, he realized he had let his guard down far too early, and reacted too late to hoofsteps right behind him.

"Stinky foal!" Izzy shouted, lunging forward after sneaking up on him, tackling him onto his back. Her glowing horn still holding the mothership aloft, she opened her mouth, reared her head back, and brought it down onto the padded stallion's stomach, before blowing, hard.

Sprout squealed at the unexpected raspberry sneak attack, and as he squirmed in a futile effort to get away, he lost all concentration on his bladder, and the front of his diaper quickly became damp as it emptied out.

Izzy didn't let up until they both heard the front door open. In seconds, they were both on their hooves, and made their way to the center of the living room as they saw Phyllis come in.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cloverleaf!"

"Well, it certainly looks like you two have been having an interesting day," Phyllis replied, sounding tired from a long day at work, as she surveyed the state of her living room.

"No worries, Mrs. Cloverleaf. We'll have this cleaned up in no time, and I'll get him upstairs, changed, and napping while you unwind from your day," Izzy immediately told her.

Phyllis curiously raised an eyebrow at her son, who only now noticed that Izzy had planted a unicorn horn headband on him during her 'attack'. It had been a valiant fight, but he was now part of the horde. She was seemingly satisfied with not immediately taking responsibility for him, and nodded as she continued on to the kitchen to set her bags down, while Izzy and Sprout quickly gathered up the PoneBloks and took them all upstairs to his room.

Izzy put all of the toys into the back corner of the playpen before turning her attention to Sprout.

"Alright, stinky. Let's get you cleaned up," she said, magically levitating him up onto the changing table and laid him on his back, immediately untaping his diaper as she also floated up the tub of wipes.

"I can't remember the last time I took a nap before dinner," Sprout commented as he felt the first of the cold wet wipes contact his coat as his mess was cleaned away.

"With how much fun you and I have had today, it might be easier than you think," Izzy replied as she continued to clean up his diaper area, pulling the used one out from under him.

"Gonna make me all sparkly again to make falling asleep easier?" Sprout asked, his cheeks tinting red as Izzy grabbed a fresh diaper.

"Ha. Nice try. Besides, you've been sparkly all day since!" Izzy told him as she got the fresh diaper unfolded, and magically lifted him up and got it slid underneath him and fastened around his tail before setting him down on it.

Izzy's answer surprised him for only a moment, because he quickly realized that she was right; he had been rather happy all day after that first change, and it wasn't just because of that single, rather lewd act. All throughout the day, she had been very involved in everything they had done, from feeding, to playing, to changing. He had not felt punished at all.

Was... Was he beginning to like this?

Izzy took the bottle of foal powder and gave his loins a quick dusting, before bringing the diaper up between his legs and taping it snugly around his waist.

"There we go," Izzy said, rolling up the dirty diaper and depositing it in the pail before lifting him up and carried him over to the crib. "All ready for your nap. I had a lot of fun today, Sprout. Hope we can do it again."

She laid him down in the crib, brought the blanket up to his chest, and then raised up the bars, giving him a smile before shutting off the light and closing the door almost all the way. She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where she found Phyllis at the kitchen's center island pouring a glass of red wine.

"Alright, he's down for his nap. Do you need any help with dinner?" She asked the earth pony mare.

"No, that's alright. He wasn't too much of a hoofful today, was he?" Phyllis asked.

"Not at all, he was an absolutely well-behaved delight. We had so much fun today. So, I'm going to be in town for a few weeks. Same time tomorrow?" Izzy asked as Phyllis began to reach into her purse, coming out with the unicorn's fee for the day, sliding the 50-bit coin over to her.

"I don't think that will be necessary. I'm not completely sure if I'm going about this the right way. Thank you so much for your help, Izzy, but if I need your help, I know how to reach you," Phyllis told the unicorn.

"Oh," Izzy began, trying her best to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Well, I'll get out of your mane then. Have a nice evening, Mrs. Cloverleaf."

With that, Izzy turned and made her way out of the kitchen, down the hall to the foyer, and exited the house through the front door into the Maretime Bay evening, leaving Phyllis with her wine and ruminations.