Sandbar woke up again, and this time it was slow and gradual, as he gave a small stretch, hearing his diaper crinkle in return. One of his caretakers must have heard him begin to stir, because as his eyes opened, there was Spiracle, standing above him.

“Morning, little hatchling. Come on over here, so Ocellus can keep sleeping,” she greeted, letting him take her hoof and gently pulled him into a standing position, leading him over to the far side of the burrow, where his supplies had been stacked, and where an elevated pair of mossy rocks served as a table and bench.

When he sat down, Sandbar looked over to where he had been sleeping, seeing Ocellus positively snoring next to a stack of books.

“She just fell asleep about an hour ago; she’s been keeping an eye on you all night,” her mom told him.

Spiracle went over to the shelves to the left, and grabbed one of the polished wooden bottles, pouring out the familiar lime-green liquid into one of his adult-sized foal bottles that he had brought along, and used a mortar and pestle to prepare another wooden bowl of mashed greens. While she was doing that, Sandbar’s front hooves had once again found their way to his abdomen, where he very lightly rubbed back and forth on the spots where the eggs were, still gently pulsing along with his heart.

“Are the eggs bothering you at all?” Spiracle asked.

“Oh no, not at all, I’m just… Letting them know I’m here, and that I know they’re there, too. It’s so hard to describe. It’s such a fulfilling feeling… Knowing that I’m helping them grow,” Sandbar replied.

Spiracle smiled at their charge as she put the bottles nipple into his mouth.

“Well, then perhaps that’s one of our few worries that we can consider alleviated,” Spiracle said as he began to suckle more of the sour-apple-flavored beverage.

“Mm?” Sandbar inquired, not pausing in his drinking, as he was considerably thirsty and hungry.

“I’m sure Thorax told you that after he got your letter, we spent days talking about this desire of yours. One of the points that I brought up was that when the fantasy in your head meets reality, that fantastical image rarely comes through unscathed. My initial worry was that once the ‘fun part’ was over for you, and the eggs were in, that you’d feel very differently about incubating them for over a month. I’m rather happy to see that worry was unfounded, Sandbar.”

After several mouthfuls of the liquid, the nipple was pulled out of his mouth.

“I can certainly understand why you’d have that concern, but no, Thorax was very clear on what I was in for. I’m actually looking forward to the incubation taking much of the summer; because every time I feel them, it reminds me of the ‘fun part’ of getting them in there,” Sandbar told her, smiling bashfully.

“And it was fun, for all of us, believe me,” Spiracle said, picking up the bowl of mashed greens, picking up Sandbar’s silicone-coated spoon, and began feeding him. “And before you ask, our few other worries don’t revolve around you, but rather, us changelings. Like we said previously, oviposition hasn’t been done since the Metamorphosis, so we can’t be 100% sure if the process has changed at all. We don’t believe it has, since anything else to do with eggs other than oviposition hasn’t changed since. Next up was obviously dietary choices. Ocellus has been our best source on what ponies consider edible. Any… What did she call them, oh, food allergies?”

“None that I can recall, and when it comes to anything I may not like when it comes to my personal tastes, well, part of being a foal is eating what’s put in front of you. So as long as it’s beneficial for the eggs, I’ll try anything once… I just hope it’s not still moving,” Sandbar told her.

“Sounds like a plan, little hatchling. Our only other concern revolved around all the other changelings who have been undoubtedly curious about how your ‘ageplay’ tastes, so there will be quite a few coming in here to try and help. I imagine Ocellus is going to be quite the teacher for all of them. It’s just a question of how far they’ll go when they get a taste of how much you love this, and what you’re comfortable with, because I can taste it already, and I’m guessing we’ve barely scratched the surface,” Spiracle said.

Sandbar chuckled softly, his cheeks tinting read.

“Well, with what your family and Pharynx just did for me in the name of curiosity, I can’t imagine anyling else could go what I would consider ‘too far’… I mean, as long as it doesn’t hurt, and Ocellus is okay with whatever they want to try, I can certainly stomach a little awkwardness. Believe me, Spiracle, I came here with an extremely open mind.” the pony told his caretaker.

“I admire that, Sandbar. I really do. Because I think quite a few of us are still trying to wrap our minds around somecreature wanting to do this, when it was one of the things that we were feared most for during Chrysalis’ reign. It’s ironic, I know, a society like ours, built around love, having to consider kinks and fetishes, some of the strongest sources of love, being about us changelings,” Spiracle told him.

“Well, you’re doing an amazing job of it so far,” Sandbar replied with a smile.

That smile faded when there was a grumbling below his stomach, and while there was a corner of his mind that wanted to hold it because he was around someone new, the rest of his body told him one word: Push.

There was a muffled fart, followed by the slimy sounds of his diaper being filled.

“Oh my,” Spiracle said, her nose scrunching up as she set the bottle and bowl down. “I can certainly tell that you loved that.”

Sandbar’s cheeks turned beet red.

As Spiracle stepped over to his supplies to grab mineral oil, a pack of wipes, and a fresh diaper, she noticed his eyes dart over to the sleeping Ocellus.

“Now don’t worry. I watched Ocellus put you in one while you were out,” she reassured him as she gently pushed him back into a laying position on the moss-covered rock. “I promise, I’m a quick study.”

Sandbar resisted the urge to cover his eyes in embarrassment as Ocellus’ mother untaped his diaper and went about cleaning off his coat with the cold wipes. He distracted himself by once again running the tips of his front hooves across his stomach and colon, feeling the eggs softly pulse.

“So, now that you, Carapace, Ocellus, and Pharynx have laid eggs… In me… Is that, well, it for you guys? Are things a bit more… Normal for you now?” Sandbar asked as she went about her work.

“A bit. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll all stay a bit… Frisky, throughout the rest of the season, but it won’t be on the level it was when you first got here,” Spiracle explained. “But it will be a bit easier to focus, I think that’s why Pharynx was so quick to accept Ocellus’ invitation to add his clutch in you, because it’s now easier for him to do his job. I remember he complained a bit when Thorax asked him to wait for you to get here. To make a long story short, most of the ‘mating’ of mating season is over and done with in the first couple weeks. After that, almost everyling is focused on getting as much love as they can to deposit down in the nursery pools. So other than being curious on how your love of ageplay tastes, that’s likely what a great portion of the hive wants to do with it. Just from the last few minutes, I can see, or rather, taste, why.”

With his coat sufficiently clean, and a pile of wipes piled on the diaper, Spiracle pulled it out from under him, rolled it up and threw it away, before unfolding the new one, and getting it fastened around his tail. Then she drizzled oil across his nether region, gently rubbed it in, then brought the front up between his legs, smoothed it against his abdomen, and taped it together for a snug, comfortable fit.

“And there we go!” The changeling announced, grabbing Sandbar’s front hooves and pulling him up into a sitting position again, before picking up the bowl and spoon to resume breakfast.

“Wow, you are a quick study. Thanks, mom.”

Spiracle did a double take as Sandbar’s face roasted and tingled when he realized what he just said.

“Sorry… I can’t believe I said that,” the colt said softly.

Spiracle smiled as she leaned in to nuzzle his cheek.

“Well, I can. Besides, with this ageplay thing, that’s what I am to you this summer…” She told him, pausing to place his right hoof onto his stomach, so he could feel the eggs again.

“...And if you think about it, that’s what you are to these little lings.”

Author's Note

Five updates in five days, I'm on a roll.

An... Egg roll.