Studying and Relaxing

The morning after was cold and crisp. A brisk chill was in the air as the hills woke up from an icy cold night. As the sun rose over the foothills, the wildlife that inhabited these taiga forests started to make themselves known among the mighty pine trees and tall grasses. Small creatures scurried through the brush; larger ones crawled and slithered away into the forested areas. Birds chirped and sang their songs of the morning, filling the air with a vibrant melody.

Gallus found himself waking up with a shiver as the rosy glow of last night’s vaguely remembered antics continued to tingle in his chest. At first, in those bleary minutes right after waking up, he worried that perhaps he had dreamt it all, but the balled up towel in the corner of the tent was all the evidence he needed. He was still cold though, colder still when he realized his bunkmate had left, but that was okay, he thrived in the cold.

After a morning stretch, he lumbered out of his tent, fumbling wildly with the zipper for a minute or two before his aching claws could grasp the tiny metal clasps. He was immediately greeted at the flap by a fresh breeze of mountain air. He let out a pleased yawn, cracking his neck and stretching his wings as far as possible. It was nice to be outside again, even if it was just as chilly as the tent.

Scanning the camp area before him, he found the place surprisingly empty. The only one he could see was Sandbar who was sitting on a log around the smoldering embers of last night’s fire.

“Good morning,” the stallion smiled.

“Morning,” Gallus yawned as he approached the fire ring, “where’s uh...where is everyone?”

“Smolder took them higher up for some girl things.”

“Girl things?” Gallus raised an eyebrow as he sat beside his friend, “what’s that even mean?”

“I ‘unno” Sandbar shrugged, “but there was a lot of giggling and they all scurried off right after breakfast. Silverstream suggested I hang back so you don’t wake up to an empty camp.”

“Well that’s nice of her...and you.”

“There’s still some pancakes left if you were hungry.” The pony gestured towards a covered frying pan sitting close to the fire pit.

“Oh pancakes sound great right now!” Gallus exclaimed before digging into the pile of cold pancakes and snatching one up in each claw.

“How...how did you sleep?”

“Pretty good actually, but still kinda tired,” Gallus replied with a beak full of pancake, “might go back to bed after this. I think my body just woke me up because I was too hungry.”

“Hey...a-about last night...” Sandbar started, “I kinda feel like there’s something we need to unpack from that...”

“What’s to unpack?” Gallus asked, swallowing another mouthful of cold pancake, “I was just tired from the hike. Wanted to get to bed and...avoid getting distracted.”

“A-and it was nice, but...I wanted to make sure it wasn’t awkward for us...sharing a bed.”

“We’ve shared beds loads of times!”

“Yeah, but we’ve never...you know,” Sandbar blushed, “this was different.”

“I was just helping us sleep,” Gallus simply said, “I figured, I ‘unno, you’ve helped me in the past so I should return the favor. You didn’t seem to complain much.”

“Well it was nice and...” Sandbar started to say and then simply blushed, “thanks again...”

Their conversation trailed shortly after, leaving behind a gentle silence filled with birdsong and rustling leaves. Gallus idly stared at the glowing, ashy embers in the firepit in front of them, chewing down the last few bites of his cold breakfast.

It felt like he needed to say something else. It felt like the conversation petered out before...something could happen. He wasn’t sure what that something was or if that something was even something to talk about. But as he thought more about it and washed his meal down with some water, a thought started to pester the forefront of his mind.

“I guess while we’re still on the topic,” he blurted out, “don’t be afraid to ask when we’re alone and you need...help sleeping...” All this indirect wordage was still making him blush. “I mean nothing weird or anything, but like...I don’t mind it if you need...help sleeping...”

There was a long pause. The sounds of nature played out around them as the two friends sat there quietly.

“Are...diapers considered ‘weird’?” Sandbar finally said.

“I ‘unno, I guess I’ve kinda...gotten used to them,” Gallus said after some thought, “so no, not weird.”

Again, there was that sense of needing to say something else. As the two sat by the warm glow of the fire pit, the feeling nagged on Gallus, egging him on to say something else.

“I guess if you ever needed help...changing as well, I guess you shouldn’t be afraid to ask about that as well...”

“Because diapers aren’t considered weird?”

Gallus cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder blades. His eyes darted around the campsite in case their friends were hiding in the bushes listening in on the conversation. “No, I-I guess not...” His wings suddenly felt itchy on his back. “I mean heck, you got ME to wear one,” he found himself saying, “and I even...you know, used it without issue...”

“Would you do it again? Like...right now?” The bubbling excitement in the stallion’s voice was almost palpable.

“Right now?” Gallus replied, “but we don’t even...have...” His words started to trail off as he looked up at Sandbar, who stared back at him with a knowing smile. “You brought some,” he then bluntly stated.

“Well I figured just in case,” Sandbar shrugged, “was gonna bring it up yesterday, but you were pretty exhausted from the hike up here...”

“So like...wh-where’d you pack them?”

A smile grew on Sandbar’s face as he hopped off the log, “c’mon, I’ll show ya!”

Practically yanking the griffin off his feet, Sandbar led the way back into the tent with wicked speed. He then dove right into his soft canvas backpack which sat in a small pile with the other bags near the door. A flash of white was revealed when he unzipped its main pouch.

“There?! Just in your pack?!” Gallus exclaimed, “wh-what if...someone saw?!”

“No one’s gonna snoop. They’re our friends,” Sandbar replied as he held up a folded, white diaper. “Ta-da!” He grinned wide as he showed off his prize.

“I guess you expect me to...wear that, huh?” Gallus said, trying to avoid staring too long at the diaper, feeling his face grow red doing so.

“You’re gonna have to ask me nicely this time...”

“Fine...” Gallus exhaled, “would you...uh please,” he added the word as an afterthought, “put me...i-in a diaper...please.”

Sandbar’s cheeky smile grew into a wide, prideful one. A big smile that was filled with excitement and giddiness. “Would LOVE to!”

Now the giddiness was starting to catch. In a way. For Sandbar, he couldn’t quite contain his enthusiasm as he scrambled to get everything set up for the impromptu diaper change. Gallus was, well, more Gallus in his excitement. Even as blush warmed his cheeks and the tips of his blue ears, he managed to hold together most of his blasé exterior. But it was given away in more subtle ways like the fluffing of his neck feathers or the involuntary flutter of his wings when he was nudged into position by Sandbar’s guiding hoof. In each of their own unique ways, the two were equally buzzing with anticipation.

Gallus’s sleeping bag was unzipped fully and spread out flat to act as a makeshift changing mat. He plopped himself on top of the slick, nylon fabric and watched with a mixture of readiness and enthusiasm as Sandbar slowly unfolded the fluffy diaper. At this point the two had seen each other in diapers, wet ones even, but Gallus still couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious. Sandbar, on the other hand, was too giddy to worry about any of that. He expertly fastened the diaper around the griffin's waist, taking great care to make sure it was secure, snug, and taped up evenly.

"W-wow..." Gallus said when it was finished. He had almost forgotten how good a diaper felt. That soft, fluffy padding wrapped up in that delicate, crinkly plastic. It made him feel... “You gonna put one on too?” he spoke, looking up from his splayed out position on his sleeping bag.

“N-no, not right now...” Sandbar shook his head, “besides, I think you look cuter this way!” He dared pressing a hoof into the plush layers of the diapered crotch. The pressing turned into gentle rubbing circles. “This way we won’t have to use some muggy towel to clean you up,” he went on, his breathing quivering, “this crinkly thing will soak it all up!”

“Y-yeah...” Gallus muttered, laying his head back down.

He stared up at the ceiling of the tent, a meshed window that revealed an open blue sky and the branches of tall alpine trees. A deep sigh breezed from his beak, wafting gently up into the air as his body tingled with a whole host of feelings. It was almost like he was floating, flying even. The world seemed to slow down, and he felt a profound sense of peace and contentment.

This peace was joined up with arousal as the two seemingly separate sensations mixed together to form a brand new pleasure. From the waist up he was relaxed and ready to fall back to sleep now that the cold breakfast bubbled away in his belly. Below the waist, however, mostly around the diaper area, eroticism began to stir.

With a smirk, Sandbar noted the growing bulge inside the diaper. “We should just keep you in diapers all the time,” he mused as his hoof grinded against the crinkly plastic.

“Th-there’s no way I’d...” Gallus was already saying defensively before his words petered into a low, quivering moan, “m-maybe some of the time...” He then muttered to himself as he surrendered to the thought.

A giddy quiver tickled Sandbar's spine as he heard the aroused griffon mull the idea over. It sounded like he was starting to warm up to the idea. “Yeah...h-have you waddling around in diapers,” he murmured, his hoof slowly pulling away from the diaper to fondle his own cock which throbbed. "L-little hatchling." He tried on the word like a new coat, unsure if it would fit the situation.

Gallus’s cheeks flared up pink as he wiggled with uncharacteristic bashfulness. “H-hatchling,” he tried on the word as well, finding that it tickled his beak when he said it.

“L-little hatchling in his...big, thick diapers,” Sandbar added.

"M-my...d-diapers.." Gallus moaned, his claws quickly picking up where Sandbar left off and groped his throbbing girth through the fluffy diaper. First one claw then both of them caressed the crinkling bulge that twitched inside the garment. He furiously rubbed the palms of his claws into the thick layers, desperately wanting to just shove both claws down his diaper to touch himself directly, but some unspoken rule kept him at bay. Something, even if it was only faintly heard in the back of his mind, told him that hatchlings shouldn’t put their claws down their diapers.

"B-big, thick diapers," Sandbar repeated, nodding to himself as he leaned against the griffin, his breath hot in his ear and his heart thumping excitedly in his chest. His scent was overwhelming, musky and animalistic. A long, drawn out moan oozed out of his muzzle as his cock pressed itself flat across Gallus’s padding. Beads of precum scribbled and streaked across the plastic surface.

Gallus shivered as he felt the diaper compress down onto his stiff cock. The two penises touched with only the many crinkling layers separating their arousal from each other. He couldn't help but let out a low, guttural cry and throw his claws outward across the sleeping bag’s slick surface. "A-ahhh," was all he could whine as he braced himself against the tent’s floor.

Driven by primal urges, Sandbar meanwhile bucked his hips into the crinkling diaper. His hooves dug into the sleeping bag underneath as he thrusted deep into the dry diaper’s smooth plastic shell. He humped rhythmically into the crinkly padding, his short breaths coming quicker and faster as his body reacted to the stimulation.

Gallus let out a shivering moan as his aroused acute senses took it all in. The soft padding firmly enveloping his throbbing erection. The rhythmic crinklings and grunts from the pair bouncing off the tent walls. The even present scent of the advancing stallion. He wasn’t normally on the...receiving end of things, but with the diaper between them, it all somehow felt right.

In the end, it was him who first reached that long sought after climax. A shallow rapid breathing preluding a stiff tensing of the back and a loud, open mouthed moan that buzzed the very back of his throat. Some sensual seconds later and his cock pressed itself against the fluffy insides before spurting its load wildly over itself. His hips involuntarily thrusted upwards into Sandbar's advances as deep groaning moans puffed out of him.

Minutes later and after a fair amount of vigorful thrusts, Sandbar's furious grinding ramped up in speed as his shallow breaths became even quicker. His back tensed up and his legs froze stiff, signaling to the pinned griffin of what was to come. Finally a sharp gasp pierced his muzzle and then his cock began to twitch.

Sandbar's orgasm was, understandably, much messier than Gallus's. Uncontained by any sort of absorbent garment, the stallion's sizable sticky load explosively sprayed itself across the diaper's plastic shell, shooting upwards and dribbling down the throbbing organ. The mess was further made messier as he continued to grind his twitching cock against the crinkly diaper, smearing the sticky puddles around. The two laid there for a moment or two as their chests heaved against each other for breath.

After a short reprieve, Sandbar finally lifted himself off the panting griffin, a grand smile of delight glued on his face. He beamed down at Gallus who looked as gloriously satisfied as he felt. He basked in the fuzzy afterglow as he admired the cute hatchling in his diaper. So cute and so tired. It looked like Gallus was just about ready to pass out.

Sandbar then spied the splotchy mess that covered the front of Gallus's diaper. "S-sorry," he then mumbled with new found mental clarity as his tender member slowly deflated between them, "I-I didn't mean to..." His words dissolved into a silly blush as he climbed off of Gallus and retrieved the old towel that had been balled up in the corner since last night. “G-guess we’re gonna get use out of the towel after all,” he laughed nervously as he used what clean parts of the towel he could find to wipe the diaper’s plastic surface off.

Right now Gallus would have had some snarky comment to add to that. Something about how Sandbar made a bigger mess than him and he was the one in a diaper. Or how cute he looked when he stammered like that maybe. But none of that managed to occur to the griffin as he floated there on his back, blissfully basking in the afterglow. It looked like cleanup was all on Sandbar.

“I’m just gonna zip up your sleeping bag and let you rest,” Sandbar said once he was done wiping the front of the diaper down.

Gallus just yawned in response. He was still tired from waking up so early, now he could add exhaustion to the list. Satisfied and content, but still quite exhausted. He only dreamily recalled Sandbar moving around him as the post-orgasmic haze lulled him into a warm and cozy drowsiness. He was only partially aware of the stallion brushing the towel across his crinkly diaper front and it only barely registered when he finally climbed out of the tent and left Gallus to sleep.

No more than twenty minutes passed before Gallus stirred awake. But not fully awake where he could climb out of his sleeping bag and start his day. It was more of a floating awakeness, an almost lucid dream in the waking world. What brought him back to reality made itself known once his dreaming brain was sober enough to recognize it. He still needed to pee. Badly.

Just use your diaper, idiot. The thought bolted into his mind before any other suggestion could be bothered consideration. His mind was so susceptible at this stage of not quite awake and not quite asleep. A sleepwalking wakeness that was ready to believe in anything provided it was the first thought through the door.

Just use your diaper, little hatchling, a softer voice added, that’s what they’re for.

It started with a loud hissing sound that was punctuated by a breathy sigh behind a smiling beak. If he was more awake to bask in the subtle sensations, he might have reflected on how weird it was to pee while laying down. He might have beamed at it all as the warmth that started around his flaccid cock slowly spread outwards and downwards until it encompassed his full, swollen diaper from back to front.

But being so tired, exhausted, and now lacking any valid excuse not to nap anymore, he was ready to drift back to sleep once his bladder was done. He shifted his legs about as the nylon bag swished against his fur. The diaper was nice and full now and not a drop of it had escaped. He might have thought about that as well, but right now sleep was the sweetest song his mind could play for him.

“Oh hey, girls!” Sandbar’s voice could be heard outside as hoofsteps and wing flaps approached the campsite, “back so soon?”

“We didn’t want to keep you and Gallus alone for too long,” Smolder said with a teasing flavor to her voice.

“Where is Gallus anyway?” Silverstream then said.

“He’s still sleeping. Pretty exhausted after the hike yesterday,” Sandbar replied.

“Lazy bum!” Yona exclaimed.

Lazy, Gallus repeated to himself with a smirk in his final lucid moments before falling asleep. Yeah, lazy was pretty accurate. Especially for a griffin who couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed to pee. But it was a soft, innocent laziness in its own way.

Just a little hatchling, a part of him mused, a little hatchling in his baby diapers. Not getting up to use the potty. A little baby who’s gonna have to stay in diapers all the time after this. He rolled in his sleep at this thought.

Enjoy your little nap, hatchy, the soft internal monologue cooed, someone will change your diaper later.

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A couple hours later Sandbar reentered the tent on careful hoofsteps. He slipped into the delicate stillness as quietly and as quickly as he could before zipping the flap back up. He smiled softly at the sight of Gallus still fast asleep, splayed out as much as a zipped up sleeping bag would allow.

The blue griffin was a real cutie when he slept. Made even cuter knowing he was wearing a diaper underneath. It was the subtlest of sounds he enjoyed the most. The quiet breathing inflating the griffin's chest before slowly lowering, the faint crinkling that rustled every time he turned in his sleep, the soft squishing of-

Sandbar's cheeks flared up as his ears perked when realization dawned on him. Gallus didn't actually...

With even softer steps he tiptoed over to Gallus. He tried to steady his shaky hooves as he slowly unzipped the swishy sleeping bag, doing it carefully so as not to disturb the slumbering griffin. The weighty flap was then pulled away just as carefully, revealing Gallus’s soggy diaper underneath.

Sandbar’s eyes grew wide at the sight as he momentarily forgot how to breathe. There he laid in a soaked diaper, sleeping soundly as if he didn't have a care in the world. It looked like the little hatchling had a wet night. Just the idea of Gallus suddenly turning into a bedwetter was enough to make Sandbar’s cock begin to grow hard.

He leaned in for a touch. Just a quick touch to sate his curiosity at first, but soon he was rubbing the sodden thing. Squishing it and squeezing it. He knew he was playing with fire at this point. He would have been positively paralyzed with humiliation if he was caught fondling the griffin’s diaper. But he just couldn't get enough of how cute it made him look, how soft it felt, and how it made his hooves tingle.

He could tell him he was just checking for leaks, Sandbar told himself, if Gallus woke up he would just explain to him - calmly - that he was just making sure his diaper wasn’t going to leak. Or that he tripped and...was just getting back to his feet when he woke up. His mind scrambled to conjure up seemingly foolproof excuses that he may or may not need in the near future. He was just checking for leaks, he assured himself again, just...doing a very...thorough job at it...

Suddenly Gallus started to stir, jumping awake just long enough to open his eyes. Sandbar's hooves recoiled in shock as he readied his preemptive excuse.

“I-I was just-”

"I'll get changed in the morning," Gallus mumbled with bleary eyes. He looked up at the looming stallion for a few sleepy seconds before passing right back out.

After the initial shock quickly subsided, Sandbar just rolled his eyes. Looks like he was on cleaning duty again. He couldn’t let his friend sleep in a soggy diaper all morning, now could he. Once Gallus fell straight back to sleep he went right to work.

Even when he did it with the most gentle of tugs, the tapes of the diapers sounded like firecrackers in the still silence of the tent. He paused for several minutes between each one, ears burning to listen to the sounds of nature outside. Birds tweeting, wind rustling, leaves falling. He was waiting for that moment when all those sounds would change to stifled giggling or murmurs of conversation, signaling that his fellow campers had returned from the lake and that the pair's embarrassing situation had been discovered. The anticipation made his heart race with excitement, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of being caught.

As he slipped the diaper out from under Gallus’s snoring and lethargic body he entertained the idea of letting the secret get out. Would it really be all that bad? These were their friends after all. The group had shared plenty of secrets among each other, would this one really be all that strange?

His bag caught the corner of his eye. Inside he knew there were still a couple more diapers that he had packed for the trip. He didn't exactly know why he packed so many, but the thought of Gallus wearing them for the rest of the trip did cross his mind. He had enough padding in that pack to keep the little hatchling protected for at least a day or two.

He could just picture it now. Gallus waddling around the campsite, being the group's camp baby for the trip. Helping him toast the perfect s'more, showing him how to catch his first fish, teaching him to swim. This camping trip would have been filled with all sorts of firsts for the baby griffin.

Sandbar sighed a wistful sigh as he stared with misty eyes at Gallus who continued to sleep underneath him. The blush inducing fantasies tingled up and down the stallion's spine as he balled up the old diaper and stashed it away safely under a bundle of tightly wrapped trash bags. Some other time...

He floated there for a moment or two to allow the daydreaming to settle. Images of baby Gallus waddling around with his beak covered in drool slowly faded as his throbbing cock cooled back to its flaccid state. "Hey," he then said, nudging the griffin's side, "it's time to get up."

"Hub-what?" Gallus said as he stirred awake again.

“It’s time to get up,” Sandbar repeated, resisting the urge to add ‘little hatchling’ to the end, "everyone else is waiting."

Gallus, still a bit sluggish from the nap, took a moment to respond. "Yeah alright, I'm getting up," he replied, "just give me a sec while I change outta..." He looked down at his lower half, very much exposed and very much not swaddled in a diaper. He then looked up at Sandbar with a blush as ever so faintly remembered sensations from the mid-nap diaper change played in the back of his waking mind.

“Y-you were gonna leak if I didn’t change you,” Sandbar quickly said.

“Oh, thanks,” Gallus replied, sitting up in his sleeping bag and then stretching, “guess I kinda...y’know, used it.”

“Y-yeah...” Sandbar blushed, fragmented figments of his flustered daydreaming flashed in the forefront of his forehead for another fraction of a second. He shook it all away. "E-everyone's waiting for us by the rapids," he stammered out, "wanted to go for a hike, but I told them we couldn't without our brave scout."

Gallus chuckled at this as he grew more and more awake. "I'm your griffin!" He beamed sluggishly as he stretched his wings. “Come on,” he said as he hopped to his feet and made it over to the tent flap, “I’m itching to get some fly time in!”