Studying and Relaxing

It was no later than three in the morning when Gallus stirred awake. Although ‘awake’ might have been a misleading word considering the fact that Gallus had woken up a dozen times through the night in a series of chained naps. He stared blankly up at the ceiling while the room was cloaked in dim yellow light. For the life of him, he just couldn’t fall soundly asleep.

He sat up in bed with an aggravated huff. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep. It was this big bulky diaper that was throwing him off. No matter how much he shifted and tossed and turned, the diaper would always be there wedged between his legs, bunching up against his junk and pinching everything. He couldn’t understand how Sandbar managed to do it!

He looked over at his bunkmate for the night. Dimly lit by the soft yellow glow of the nightlight, he could see Sandbar’s form among the blankets. He could see the pony sound asleep as the mound of bedsheets gently rose and fell with his steady breathing. He had his back turned to the griffin, his cyan mane pushed up against the pillow in a messy batch.

As his eyes adjusted to the low light, Gallus smirked. Sandbar seemed to be able to sleep through anything. The stallion looked kinda cute like that. Curled up under warm blankets, sleeping so peacefully. Even wearing a diaper just as thick as Gallus’s, the pony was able to fall fast asleep.

The diaper. Gallus’s mind snapped back to that passing thought, Sandbar was wearing a diaper too. The thought made a tingling blush return to his cheeks. If Sandbar looked this cute just sleeping, he’d probably look even cuter if Gallus could see the diaper. It was a silly thought, probably something that Gallus would just entertain himself with in a passive daydream or something. But he was right there, inches away from a cute cushy bottom and Sandbar wasn’t there to ride him about finding diapers hot. There was no shame in being caught.

So with a steadily climbing heart rate, Gallus dared to take a closer look. Carefully he pulled the blankets down Sandbar’s body. He did it slowly so as to not disturb his bedmate, all the while scooching down the length of the bed ever so tentatively. Finally the blanket revealed Sandbar’s thick diaper. Gosh, he was right, it did make him look even cuter. A stupid blush heated his cheeks as his wings got uncomfortable to wear.

The soft white diaper rounded off to fit Sandbar’s rump so snuggly. He looked even cuter with how content he was slumbering. He looked so peaceful. And so...cute.

When he finally worked up the courage, Gallus dared to place an open claw against the pony’s diaper, giving it a tiny squeeze as he reveled in the soft, cushiness of the garment. He held his claw there as he tried to calm his racing heart. He then held back an uncool giddy giggle that wanted to slip out.

He could have laid like that for hours, gently fondling the pony’s fluffy diaper, but the moment was ruined when a padded thwamp shook the silence. Gallus nearly gasped as his talons shot away from the diaper and across his beak to keep himself quiet. A quick investigation into the sound revealed that his wings, now rigid and straight on his back, had inadvertently pushed his pillow off the bed. And to make matters worse, he realized that his penis was now unbearably hard inside his diaper.

Damn it, Gallus mentally kicked himself. He had teased himself too much.

In his tired haze he wanted to just simply rub his cock through the diaper. Boy did he want to do that so much! He could just rub, finish in his diaper, and that would be the end of it. Maybe he’d be able to sleep after that. But he knew it’d make too much noise. It’d be too loud and the last thing he wanted to do was wake Sandbar. The pony looked too cute to wake. No, to tend to a hard-on this big he had to get creative.

With a sluggish groan, he pulled himself out of bed and slinked off to the bathroom. His wings remained stiff and outstretched on either side of him, forcing him to walk sideways into the small, tiled room. The door, ever so gently, was shut behind him.

The light was blinding when he reflexively flicked it on. The tiny room screamed with white light as he squinted blarily at his reflection. Slowly his mirror-self came into focus. It started as a blue blur with a white splotch at the end. Then the definition of his wings and tail came into focus. Finally came the finer details like his frill of yellow-tipped head feathers, the edges of his primary feathers, and...his diaper. A visible bulge could be seen between his legs as his wings refused to lay flat at his sides. He had to take care of this.

Carefully he slipped the diaper down like a pair of shorts. Once it was past his tail, the whole thing dropped to his ankles and bunched up there like a sack of cotton. His stiff cock sprang up once it was freed from it’s padded cage. Scowling at the throbbing member, he covered the tip with a tissue, grabbed at it with a claw, and began to rub.

While he rubbed, his mind focused on his usual slideshow of mental images he normally recalled when he needed to rub one out. First flashed by his catalog of hot griffin babes, which he had painstakingly collected during his years in Griffionstone as a budding adolescent. Some of them conjured up one lonely night from a passing glance he once shared with a griffin girl. Or from pictures he remembered from his ‘well-loved’ copy of Feather Stuffed Pillows - Issue 43: Glitz, Glamour, and Good Times - which was accidentally thrown away years ago.

Then he dared switching reels and recalled his collection of cute pony girls he knew. And this almost felt like the complete opposite of what he looked for in sexy griffin girls. Where a griffin would shove you to the side and force the compliment out of you, a pony girl was soft like, cute and innocent. It was like, when it came to impressing chicks and earning their admiration, the two types of girls required a whole different playbook.

And then his mind went to diapers. It was a developing interest of his and while he wouldn’t admit it, he had a growing collection of images in that category as well. Thick diapers and wet diapers. He replayed the memory of Sandbar wetting himself in front of him, recalling the image with vivid detail.

He doubled his efforts and rubbed vigorously. In a brief moment he envisioned himself pressing his beak into Sandbar’s diapered crotch and breathing in the subtle scents of the pony’s freshly soaked diaper.

“F-fuuu,” Gallus moaned as strings of cum sprayed into the waiting tissue.

His hips jerked forward a couple times as his cock pulsed in his grip. He released a long sigh of satisfaction, slowly relaxing his legs and folding his wings back. He slumped forward against the counter, panting heavily.

It took him a moment or two to recover, which gave him ample time to clean himself up. It was fortunate though, all he needed to do was toss the soiled tissue into the toilet. Once pulled back into place, the soft confines of the diaper cradled his spent penis as it slowly reverted to it’s soft and flaccid state. At least now he’d be able to sleep more comfortably.

Turning off the overhead light, he waddled back to bed, crawling under the blankets as soundlessly as he could. The room was quiet save for the gentle snores coming from his best friend and the crinkling of plastic. He rolled over onto his back, the comfy mattress cushioning his body as he let out a deep sigh.

Suddenly Sandbar rolled over in his sleep, his hoof swinging over the griffin’s body and pulling him in. Gallus started to protest, but before he could, Sandbar pulled him in closer and snuggled against his side. The pony mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep. It sounded like a pleasant dream whatever he was saying. And it was pretty cute having the pony hugging him and hooking his hooves around him. Gallus decided to just relax, lay back, and get some much needed rest.

Sandbar then let out a long sigh and suddenly Gallus felt the side of his hip getting warm. His eyes shot open in the dim yellow light. Sandbar was pissing himself again. The creeping sensation made Gallus’s cheeks heat up. If he didn’t need to masturbate before he would most certainly have needed to take care of it now.

Still, he found it much easier to fall back to sleep this way. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic drowsiness. Or maybe it was the soft fuzzy feeling he was getting from his bunkmate’s sleep-snuggling. Or it could have been the subtle heat coming from Sandbar’s freshly soaked diaper.

Either way, Gallus was asleep in moments with the lingering sensation of heat on his side lulling him to sleep.

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Morning broke hours later as a thin ribbon of sunlight cut between the room’s curtains and nudged the pair awake. Gallus groggily opened his eyes in the light, squinting at its brightness before letting out a groan. He slowly uncurled from Sandbar's embrace and stretched out his limbs, letting out a yawn.

Sandbar stirred next to him, reaching his forehooves high into the air in a stretch. “Mornin’,” the pony said.

“Morning,” Gallus replied with a yawn, “sleep good?”

“Mhmm,” squeaked Sandbar as the rest of his body twisted out in various directions to stretch out waking muscles, “slept great!” Slowly at first, the arising pony pulled himself up in bed and rubbed his tired eyes. His eyes refocused in the faint morning light as he rubbed the tiredness out of them. "Listen, I want to thank you again, genuinely, for doing this," he explained, "it's a little thing, but I want you to know it means a lot to me that you helped me with this."

"What are friends for," Gallus smiled. Although for a minute or two he started to question that phrase. Do friends normally wear diapers and sleep together? Was this typically included in a pony friendship contract?

“I think I can return the favor with some breakfast,” Sandbar said as he started to climb out of bed and stretch, “how’s that sound?”

“Can’t turn down free food,” Gallus answered with a smile and, because he wasn’t as well equipped for the morning as Sandbar was, emitted another big yawn.

With a smile, Sandbar tossed off his half of the blankets and rolled out of bed. A heavy sloshing could be heard as he stood by the bed, stretching some life into his stiff limbs.

His diaper, which Gallus couldn’t help but notice, had swollen into an eye-catching, heartbeat quicken, bulbous mass. Fragmented images of last night made Gallus lose his breath for a moment.

"You uhm," Gallus ahemed, "g-gonna go out there in a wet diaper?"

The question stopped Sandbar dead in his tracks. “Oh you noticed that?” Sandbar bashfully folded his tail over the swollen thing. Spending all night in the diaper he had almost forgotten just how swollen it had gotten. “I-I was just about to change.”

Sure you were, Gallus thought in disbelief. He could only imagine how far the pony would have walked off with that wet diaper if he hadn't said anything. Then again, changing out of it meant he would no longer be able to enjoy the view.

Regardless of how Gallus might have felt, Sandbar reached behind his back and undid the diaper’s tail tape. With one expert swipe across his front, all four tapes that strained to keep the diaper in place were all pulled away. The heavy, urine soaked garment came plopping down to the floor before he quickly rolled it all up and tossed it into its own tiny trashbag. By the looks of the routine, he had done this many times in the past.

“Be right back,” Sandbar said, snapping Gallus out of his daydreaming. He rushed out the door shortly after, leaving Gallus alone with his thoughts...and his diaper.

The “kitchen area” as the school faculty called it, was more accurately just a section of the dorm’s common room where someone put a fridge, cabinets, and a stove top oven for meals to be prepared at. The cabinets were usually filled with instant, quick-to-cook meals for students who were just not in the mood to cook anything extravagant. And most students oftenly were. The fridge typically served as a nice spot for cold drinks to be held or, in very rare cases, raw ingredients to actually cook up something decent.

Sandbar was one of the few students in the building that actually bothered with real cooking. Most of the others were perfectly okay with just settling for cheap instant meals, but he enjoyed cooking. Cooking was fun for him and he often cooked for others on special occasions.

“Morning Sandbar,” Silverstream yawned. Even as early in the morning as it was, the hippogriff was radiating a happy glow.

“Good morning,” Sandbar smiled.

“What’s cookin’?”

"Just some bacon and eggs for Gallus and me,"

"Gallus spend the night over in your room?"

“Yeah, we wanted to catch up after exams,”

“I understand, we’ve hardly seen each other outside of class,” Silverstream then gasped, “we should totally get the whole group together some time! You, Sandbar, Smolder, everyone!”

"Yeah, I think that sounds like a great idea," Sandbar agreed.

Meanwhile, Gallus sat in the middle of Sandbar's room, trying to kill time. Not being the biggest fan of the morning, it had taken him this long to lethargically crawl out of bed and pull himself into a beanbag chair where he had planned on waiting while the rest of his body woke up. Initially he was prepared to sit there until breakfast came. The smell of food would have certainly motivated him to move. However, as he lounged there, something more pressing began to make itself known.

“Ugh, I need to pee,” Gallus grumbled.

The door to the bathroom loomed on the other side of the room. No more than twenty feet away from where he sat, but it might have well been six HUNDRED feet away. The lazy griffin groaned. He’d HAVE to get up and pee...right?

His attention turned to his diaper. Obviously he didn’t HAVE to get up to pee, but more than a decade of potty training had conditioned the thought into habit. He could just use his diaper, obviously. It seemed silly though. With the bathroom being right there within eyeshot.

He’d probably have to sit in the thing till after breakfast. Maybe even longer. Maybe...Sandbar would make him waddle around in it for a little bit after that...Maybe even tease him or poke fun at his wet diapers...Maybe even change him on the floor like some kind of-.

He needed to pee really bad.

And so the griffin stood up and began staring off into space. His attention focused on peeing which seemed like such a simple goal at first. It was supposed to be easy right? Just...pee into the diaper! He had watched Sandbar do that twice in front of him...So why was it taking so long?!

After quite a bit of concentration he managed a tiny spurt. The small amount of urine dribbled down his cock and was quickly absorbed by the diaper. The foreign sensation immediately caused his bladder to clamp shut out of instinct and he was back to square one again.

“Come oooon,” Gallus grumbled as he repositioned himself.

He tried to pretend he was in front of the toilet as he scrounged around his memories for any nuggets of wisdom that might aid him in the unusual task of peeing in a diaper. What was that nervous bladder trick? Imagine waterfalls and flowing streams and running water?

Feeling ridiculous about it, Gallus closed his eyes and did just that. He pictured forest streams emerging from winter, gathering strength as the snow melt trickled past thawing dirt and dormant plant growth. The babbling brook gathered speed and started to flow over rocks and boulders as it grew wider and faster.

The awakened river now flowed around him, sweeping him along with its current. At first the water was a chilling cold, but it quickly warmed up and started to flow downwards against his legs. He could feel his fur become damp and his backside tingled as the heat surrounded his lower half.

Floating back to reality he felt his diaper grow warm. The stream of urine was weak, but the relief of an empty bladder was its own reward at this point. He opened his eyes and looked down in time to watch a slow moving spot of yellow grow larger across the front of his diaper.

“Oh thank Celestia,” he muttered as he drooped where he stood. He had done it! He nearly collapsed from the satisfaction alone. His beak hung open as he dropped back into the beanbag chair. An audible squish could be heard as his diapered rump met the cushiony seat.

“Breakfast is up!” Sandbar’s voice suddenly appeared, causing Gallus to jump.

“O-oh! Great!” Gallus stammered out before clearing his throat and hopping up to his feet, “s-smells delicious.”

“Hope you enjoy it,” Sandbar answered, sliding the two plates onto the small table nearby. “And don’t worry, I can change you after we eat.”

“U-uh ch-change?!” Gallus almost lost control of his feet for a moment there.

“Ha, you’re cute,” Sandbar snickered, taking a seat at the table, “come on and eat up before it gets cold.”