Meet The Lings

Day 3

Well, one more day of ageplay, and that will officially be a record for how long I’ve been in a diaper continuously, and I’ve barely scratched the surface of my time here. Besides, the ageplay isn’t my real reason I’m here; I was just asked to bring that stuff along, and for good reason; Ocellus and her parents have been able to make multiple trips down to the nursery pools to deposit the love I have of not only my foalish side, but of a new part of myself that gets a surreal sense of fulfillment from the eggs that are slowly growing inside me. They shed again today; still a weird feeling as the membranes make their way out, but Thorax tells me it’ll slowly happen less often as they get bigger.

The other changelings have started to get curious about my ageplay; mostly by just being near me on my daily walks around the hive with Ocellus. Cornicle was the first yesterday, and he also introduced me to ‘coating’ my abdomen, which Ocellus says will keep everything looking positively normal when all this is done.

Like I was anything close to ‘normal’ when I asked to come here for this, haha.

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“Hey, Sandbar, got a minute?” The colt heard as he finished today’s journal entry and closed the book, looking up to see Ocellus coming in to her family’s burrow.

“Always, what can I do for you?” Sandbar answered, returning his journal, quill, and inkwell to his saddlebag.

“I’ve got a changeling a few burrows down that could use a favor, and I think you’re just the one for the job,” Ocellus told him.

“Sure thing,” Sandbar said, getting to his hooves, having not really detected the slight sultry tone in Ocellus’ voice.

“You don’t think he needs to be changed, first?” Her mom asked her.

Ocellus took a quick step behind her feedmate and gave his rather wet diaper a few pokes, getting squishes in return. Once again, her mom’s claim of being a ‘quick study’ were holding true, as she had very quickly adapted to treating Sandbar like a foal, and either tending to his needs as such, or getting her daughter or husband to do so.

“Not for this. In fact, it might help a little, hehe. Come on, Sandbar,” Ocellus replied, and the two made their way out of the burrow, and made a right turn down the main corridor.

“Okay, can I make a confession?” Ocellus asked, immediately getting a nod from the colt. “I’ve loved having you here for the past few days, and even after that first day, I just find it a little bit hard to… Be all over you… With my parents around. Isn’t that weird? Why? Why do I feel like that? I mean, I just watched them take you from both sides a few days ago!”

Sandbar couldn’t help but laugh at his feedmate’s confession.

“Maybe a bit, Ocellus, but rest assured, these past few days have been weird in the best possible way,” Sandbar told her.

Just as Ocellus said, they were headed to a burrow that was just five down from their own. They turned to the left down a slimmer passage, to one of the burrows on the outer circumference of the hive, and Sandbar noticed a very familiar green mist hovering just above the floor. They turned the corner into the burrow, and saw a far simpler layout than the one for Ocellus’ family of five, and in the middle of the mist, was a light green changeling, with dark blue eyes, a light purple elytra, and a slightly lighter purple tail, all currently dazzling and sparkling.

As she turned to greet her visitors, it was obvious that the mist was coming from their nostrils and mouth. It was a technique known as ‘venting’, for changelings who were collecting love to avoid building up too fast inside and result in a magical explosion.

“Ah, hello there Ocellus. And it was… Sandbar, right? So I take it he… Agreed?” The changeling asked.

“Actually, I haven’t asked him yet, but based on our history, I’ve got no reason to believe our little hatchling here will say no. Sandbar, this is Frenulum,” Ocellus introduced, and Sandbar gave a small wave.

“Fren for short, if you like,” Frenulum added.

“She’s nearly ready to deposit her eggs in the nursery pools, but she knows how much stronger they are if they’ve had a little… Fertilizer, from a non-changeling first,” Ocellus said.

Both Sandbar and Frenulum blushed as Ocellus revealed what she wanted Sandbar to do.

“Uh, hehe, I mean, it has been a few days since…” Sandbar trailed off.

“Since you made a considerable mess under yourself as you were passing out from all those eggs being put in you?” Ocellus teased, as Sandbar’s blush deepened. “I know we told you that incubated eggs are the strongest and healthiest of all. Well, non-changeling-fertilized eggs are the next step down from that. So what do you say?”

Sandbar smiled warmly.

“I mean, do you think I’ve forgotten the fun you and I had with Terramar? Sure thing. What about you? You want to watch, or you want her other end?” Sandbar asked, and those words made Fren’s smile widen and her eyes glimmer as she saw the a bump begin to form on the underside of the pony’s diaper.

“Why not? That’s what this season is all about, after all,” Ocellus said. She reached under her feedmate’s belly and pulled his wet diaper back just enough to free his growing erection.

Fren didn’t quite understand the enjoyment the Equestrian got out of the urine-soaked garment, but could not deny how much thicker the ambient love had gotten in her burrow since he walked in.

“Oh thank you so much! And thank goodness your eggs haven’t gotten big enough yet to prevent you from doing this,” Fren said, as she turned her back to them, and presented, raising her glittery purple tail as her wings fluttered nervously.

His erection now sufficiently freed, Sandbar approached, diaper crinkling and squishing with every step, and saw how Fren’s nethers were virtually identical to his feedmate’s, if perhaps glowing just a little.

“Remember our first time, Sandbar? Don’t be gentle. In fact, try and make her moan into me,” Ocellus told him as she walked around to Fren’s front side, and sat down on the mossy floor, spreading her legs as she scooted towards the changeling’s snout.

Wasting no time, Sandbar reared up, putting his front hooves onto the changeling’s rump on both sides of her tail, and made sure he was lined up, teasing her with the tip for just a moment before sliding in.

Ocellus wasn’t sure who gasped first, Sandbar or Fren.

“Ohhh yesss, thank you thank you…” Fren moaned as she reached forward, put her hooves on Ocellus’ hips, and pulled her forward the final few inches to put her tongue into Ocellus’ nethers.

“Whoa…” Sandbar said, hilting in the needy changeling but not thrusting just yet. “This… This is how it feels during mating season? Ocellus, I’m not saying the ovipositors weren’t mind-numbingly amazing, but we may have to go a few rounds ourselves before my belly gets too big.”

“I may not be exactly the same, since I already put my eggs in you, but you won’t get any argument from me. Now have at it, little hatchling!” Ocellus encouraged him.

Sandbar began to pull out, and was surprised at how much force it took. The muscles of Fren’s entrance seemed to want nothing more than to keep his stallionhood as buried in her as it could. Thankfully, that meant it was much harder to accidentally pull all the way out, and when he was two thirds out, he went right back in, and he wasn’t sure if it was more him pushing or Fren pulling, but wow this was certainly something else.

He had been practicing his oral skills with his feedmate as well, but was fairly certain that he was no match for a changeling’s tongue, as Fren’s snout was buried between Ocellus’ legs, her venting now front and center, raising the intensity for all three of them.

Sandbar consciously didn’t want to be too rough, as the eggs inside him were always in the back of his mind. So he avoided putting all his weight into his thrusts, and his swollen diaper was also thankfully sparing his abdomen from most of the force from his thrusting.

The fog that had covered the floor when they came in had now increased considerably, and he now could barely see Fren’s head between Ocellus’ hind legs.

The colt tried to keep a steady rhythm, not really worrying about being too quick with the buildup for his two partners. His main concern was honestly stamina; this was easily the most energy he had exerted in days, and knew that because of the eggs inside him, recovering that stamina might take longer than normal. He had more than enough experience with Ocellus to know that he didn’t have to warn her when he was getting close; because all three of them were breathing in the mist of Fren’s magical venting, the buildup to release was going to be evenly paced between them all, and the climax would be almost perfectly synchronized.

This proven fact was most certainly in his top three most amazing things about being intimate with a changeling; the other two of course being the transformation possibilities, and of course being able to look into his feedmate’s eyes, and knowing when she absolutely loved something particular.

The buildup was slow at first, but after about three minutes, the final approach to the peak was vastly accelerated, so much so that Sandbar’s front half almost collapsed as he dropped his front hooves from Fren’s flanks, and pressed his chest into her back as he wrapped his forelegs around her barrel.

“Ah! Here it comes, Fren!” He warned, getting little more than a muffled squeal from in between Ocellus’ legs.

With his most powerful thrust, Sandbar hilted in her and let himself be held there as he erupted into the moaning changeling. He figured Fren’s eggs couldn’t be far at all from his tip, but his mind barely registered that he wasn’t feeling any sort of… Splatter, so to speak. Figuring it was another key difference in mating season, Sandbar merely took in shallow breaths as rope after rope of his seed disappeared into Fren’s depths, also hearing Ocellus whimper in climax, holding Fren’s head under the green mist, letting their third drink her in.

As always, when the magic venting mist of a changeling was involved, the climax for all three of them was heightened and lengthened. Finally, moments later, it began to taper off, and Sandbar felt Fren’s muscles around his shaft loosen slightly. He put his hooves back up on her back and began to pull free, and indeed saw that not so much as a drop of his seed followed.

As he fell back into a sitting position in the green fog that was now beginning to wane, Fren pulled herself up from in between Ocellus’ legs, at the same time as she sat up, after falling back into a prone position during the climax.

“Th-thank you so much, Ocellus,” Fren said after catching her breath, stepping forward, and pressed her lips to hers, before stepping back. “For sharing him.”

Then, she turned to the sitting Sandbar, and smiled at him as his erection slowly shrunk back down.

“And you too, little hatchling,” Fren said, reaching over and pulling his wet diaper back up over his shrinking stallionhood, before leaning in and giving him a kiss too. “For letting yourself be shared.”

Sandbar smiled back as the magical fog helped him recuperate faster than it normally took him.

“Thanks for the invitation. Happy to help,” he answered, hugging her briefly as Ocellus stood up and came back over to join them.

Fren pulled back and went towards the passage to the main corridors.

“I’ve got to get down to the pools and get these eggs laid. Thanks again, you two, and you’ll certainly see me around; I’m more curious than ever now that I’ve gotten a taste of his ageplay!”

Ocellus put her left leg around Sandbar as she nuzzled him.

“I love how you called that a ‘favor’,” Sandbar told her, nuzzling her in return.

“Well, I always want to be careful when we bring a third in for some fun, even if it is beyond amazing every time,” she told him.

“Fair enough,” Sandbar said, pulling her in for a hug and kiss.

“Alright, now that that’s done,” Ocellus told him, reaching back and groping the seat of his soaked diaper playfully. “I think mom was right; you do need to be changed.”