Sprout walked besides his mom, down the street, and rather than traditional saddlebags, he had two duffel bags; one slung across his barrel, and one balanced on his back. One contained his toys, and one contained all the supplies he'd need for changes.

His mom had remained mum on where he'd be spending the weekend, as she made it clear that she'd be at CanterLogic all weekend putting in some serious hours to get these special orders filled. He figured he wouldn't be at the hotel that Sunny or Izzy had been staying at, since they were going to be undoubtedly getting what furniture they could in town before CanterLogic's special orders were done. Those Pegasus sisters, maybe? Or perhaps she had arranged a secluded play area for him at the factory where he'd be out of the way.

Nope, that wasn't it either, and Sprout got his answer when his mom suddenly veered to the left, and up the front walk of the house of one Hitch Trailblazer.

Suddenly, Sprout was feeling pangs of nervousness. Even though he had been up this very walk a few nights ago to thank Hitch for suggesting the treatment that he was now embracing, Hitch was his oldest friend, and he hadn't actually *seen* him in diapers yet, never mind looking after him for an entire weekend.

Phyllis and Sprout came up to the front door, and the Cloverleaf matriarch knocked on the door a few times to announce their presence. Moments later, the door was pulled open, and their stood Hitch, as presentable as ever.

"Good morning, Phyllis, Sprout," Hitch greeted with a smile. Phyllis returned it, as did Sprout, though for the stallion, his nervousness was a little apparent.

"Well, he's all yours, Sheriff. You know where to get a hold of me if any emergencies come up," Phyllis told him, before she nudged Sprout forward a couple steps. "Now behave, sugar cube, and I'll see you on Sunday, hopefully when the orders are done."

With that, Phyllis took a step forward, hugged her son, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning and heading back down the walk to the street. Sprout turned back to see Hitch standing just inside and inviting him in.

"So what did you bring?" the sheriff asked.

"Um, a bunch of my PoneBloks from when I was younger. Come to think of it, do you still have yours? We could get some awesome battles going then," Sprout said, still a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Well, that sounds like a fun idea, I suppose I can dig around in storage and see if I can find them. But first... I don't think you're quite dressed..." Hitch said.

Sprout felt another wave of heat reach his cheeks, as he knew this was coming sooner or later. All of his friends old and new had seen him in diapers over the past week, all except Hitch. He thought he would be used to revealing this side of himself to open-minded friends already, but apparently not, as he still tingled with nervousness as he nodded and gave Hitch a nervous smile as the amber stallion led him down to his bedroom and gave the mattress a few pats, letting Sprout know where he wanted him.

"Sorry I don't have anything close to a nursery set up in here," Hitch said as Sprout dropped his two duffel bags at the foot of the bed before climbing up onto the blankets and laid down on his back.

"My supplies are in the bag on the right," Sprout said, roughly pointing with his right front hoof, trying to appear calm, but was internally glaring down at his lower half, thinking 'don't you freaking dare.'

Hitch unzipped the bag, and one by one, came out with foal powder, wipes, and a fresh folded diaper.

"Alright, well this can't be that tricky, right?" Hitch asked as he started to unfold the disposable garment, smirking a bit at the foalish patterns on the front landing zone. "Welp, here we go, and up!"

Sprout half-pushed his hindquarters up, and Hitch half-lifted him, getting the back of the diaper slid under him and getting the top set of tapes on both sides of his tail, getting it fastened before setting him down on the padding. Sprout shuddered in nervousness as he felt himself begin to unsheathe, and Hitch noticed his embarrassment.

"Sprout, it's okay. I'd honestly be surprised if that didn't happen. Not the only change you're gonna get this weekend anyway," Hitch told him as he opened up the container of wipes, and plucking a couple out and gave Sprout's nether regions a good once over. Sprout shivered at the cold temperature, but was grateful that it did cause his erection to go down as Hitch got finished wiping him down and grabbed the bottle of foal powder, twisting the cap open and giving his diaper area a dusting before shutting it, setting it aside, and bringing the front wings up and smoothing the crinkly landing zone against Sprout's belly, getting the front edges almost tucked in under him before bringing the back wings up and getting each tape fastened on the front.

"Alright, that looks pretty good," Hitch said, checking the leg gatherers and giving the seat a few playful pats. "Go on and get your PoneBloks set up on the coffee table, and I'll see about finding mine, since we've got a little bit before lunch."

Sprout sat up with a smile, and hopped off the bed, picking up the duffel bag that wasn't open and put the strap over his shoulder as he left the room, going down the hall to the den.

Figuring all the changes would take place in here, Hitch decided to get organized with the changing supplies. He took out the diapers a few at a time and stacked them on top of the dresser, seeing that Sprout had packed a total of twenty four of them. Might have been a bit much, but better to being too many than too little, he figured. Next to those, he set the wipes and powder, and figured he had the changing station squared away. But he didn't find the bag empty, and dug out one last item, a hinged oak box. He opened it, and saw a dozen bags of tea, with a small post-it note on the inside of the lid.

Have fun!
-Izzy

Hitch gave a smile. He would have to figure out when to give this to Sprout. But for now, it was time to try and find those old PoneBloks of his.

This weekend was just getting started...

Author's Note

And Hitch's foalsitting adventure has begun!

Any ideas, please don't hesitate to leave them in the comments, and as always, thanks for reading!