Two Hedgehogs and a Fox: An Ageplay Story
by milesprower06
Flying
Sonic reclined with a glass of soda, sipping at the straw as he watched Tails work underneath the fuselage of his plane. Among the clanking of metal and screws, was the occasional crinkle from the clean diaper that he had on, visible around his the bottom of his waist and legs were the only thing sticking out as he laid on the wheeled platform under the Tornado. Sonic had packed a diaper bag and raced them over here so they weren't seen, and then let him get to work for his 'big time'.
Sonic had long known Tails to be the most happy when he was here in his workshop tinkering away in his workshop. Now, for the past few days, he had seen a whole new level of happiness as he and Amy had been babying him day and night. So naturally, he figured that working on his pride and joy while diapered had to be absolute bliss. It only took him a moment to figure that he'd likely done this before, when he was absolutely 100% sure that he was going to be alone in the workshop for a good while.
He got up from his seat, walked over to the plane, knelt down, and slid a finger in between Tails' right leg and his diaper, checking for wetness. The fox paused his work, and Sonic felt him quiver. It wasn't the diapers themselves, but being checked up on, being babied and looked after, that was what brought the bliss from his headspaces colliding.
"Not too wet, don't think you'll need to be changed before we take off. How soon until she's ready to fly?" Sonic asked, withdrawing his finger from the fox's diaper. He looked at the clock, and figured they could get a nice leisurely flight in before they'd have to head home for dinner.
"Not too much longer. Probably about five more minutes," Tails answered, resuming tightening screws and bolts. To pass those minutes, Sonic took the plates that had contained their lunch off of the folding table, and took them over to the small kitchenette. It was the first time in a few days where Tails had fed himself. By the time he had both plates and glasses washed and on the drying rack, Tails pulled himself out from the bottom of the plane, and stood up.
"Alright, she's ready!" The fox exclaimed, climbing up the hand and footholds into the cockpit. Sonic jogged over and joined Tails in the cockpit, sitting in the co-pilot's seat right behind him and fastened himself in as his best friend started the engine up. As the propeller started spinning rapidly, Tails disengaged the parking brake, and eased the throttle forward, taxiing out of the hangar and out onto the dirt runway. When the entire plane was clear of the doors, he slowly pushed the throttle to full, as the warm afternoon air began to rush passed them as the biplane picked up speed. Once at full speed, Tails pulled back on the flight stick, and they lifted off into the sky.
It wasn't until they were in the air until Tails began to wonder why he hadn't tried this before. Sure, he had tinkered in his workshop in diapers when he knew he was going to have several hours or more of privacy, but he had never flown diapered, and honestly, why not? Up here, he was pretty much guaranteed privacy. He softly chuckled at himself as they gained altitude, before leveling off arounf four thousand feet.
"Beautiful day," Sonic commented.
"I'll say. You can't ask for more perfect weather for a flight," the fox replied, barely hearing his diaper crinkle each time he made an adjustment with the rudder pedals.
From this height, they could easily see the city of Topaz Harbor, the Sapphire Sea, and the rolling Emerald Hills. The air was a bit cooler this high up, but was still comfortable. As he began a very slow, gradual turn around the hills surrounding his workshop, Tails felt his bowels churn. A bathroom break was always on his pre-flight checklist, but in his current state, he had opted to ignore that, while also not forgetting Sonic and Amy's rule of not asking for changes.
Meaning before too long, he was likely going to be filling the seat of his diaper up here at four thousand feet.
The pilot seat's four-point harness kept him firmly planted in his seated position, so he didn't think he was going to be able to lift himself up to make relieving himself any easier. He wasn't sure if he could hold it until landing without cutting the flight short, and that would also be breaking a rule, not that Sonic would be able to tell from where he was sitting.
Another cramp came along, and he decided not to fight it. It was going to take a little concentration, so keeping the plane at its current angle, he retreated back into his imagination, and saw himself sitting on a toilet, just waiting to let go, and he gave a soft push.
He felt his tails hitch up with what little room they had, then his bowels began to empty into the waiting diaper. He gave a quiet gasp as he kept hold on the flight stick; his mess began spreading quicker and farther due to the diaper having no room to expand. He very quickly felt it coat the back of his balls before flowing around them and began to fill up the space in front. Before he knew it, his foxhood was coated in fecal matter.
The fox shivered. The deed was done, but he wasn't expecting it to be that messy. He felt it everywhere inside his diaper. It wasn't as much as when Amy had given him the enema to clear up the constipation a couple days ago, but that hadn't spread nearly as far as this just had. He didn't exactly have to sit back down, as he was already sitting, and thus sitting in it. The wind blowing through the cockpit did an ample job at keeping the stench away from both of their noses, so Sonic was none the wiser for now, but that would only last until they landed, and it had only now occurred to the fox that Amy had handled all of his messy changes so far, and that this would be Sonic's first.
He knew from just the way it felt right now, that it would be an entirely unfair first messy diaper change for his best friend. For now, he decided to just sit in it and let the two of them enjoy their afternoon flight. The stench of his absolutely filthy diaper never reached Sonic's nose while they were in the air for the next thirty minutes as Tails made two passes of the coast and surrounding hills, before lining up his final approach to the runway next to his workshop. The landing was smooth, as was the taxiing back to the hangar. As he made a turn to back it in, Sonic finally got a whiff of what he had done.
"Uh oh, did someone fill their pants when we were up there?" The hedgehog asked.
Tails' cheeks flushed as he continued reversing the Tornado into the hangar, getting it in position and the parking brake engaged before cutting the engine and unbuckling his harness. Sonic did the same, and had hopped out of the cockpit while Tails climbed out. The hedgehog was waiting behind him when his feet hit the floor, and the fox felt a hand on the seat of his diaper, before going up to the waistband, stretching the back out.
"Yup, definitely messy..." Sonic began, turning Tails around and pulling the front waistband out, taking a peek inside, seeing it had spread all the way to the front, coating the fox's balls and shaft. "Yikes, this is a bad one. But I suppose that's what I get for feeding you prunes again for breakfast."
"Sorry, Sonic," Tails answered sheepishly, his cheeks still burning.
"For what, pal? You're using them for what they're for. But..." Sonic paused, racing over to grab the diaper bag before returning to the fox and picking him up, letting him wrap his legs and arms around his waist and neck. "That looks like a job for Amy's detachable showerhead back at our place, so let's head back and get that stinky butt of yours changed!"