Hitch sat reclined on his couch, paying half-attention to the show that was on the television screen, and half looking down at Sprout as he continued to set up track pieces and test out the curves and jumps. The red-coated stallion had come to about an hour and a half ago, and immediately went about playing with the toys that had been spread out across the living room for half the day. Hitch noticed how the looks of embarrassment were gone, and that the tea had indeed put him through quite the transformation over the course of his twenty minute nap on the floor.

According to what Izzy had told him, he'd be extremely infantile, suggestive, and trusting over the next six hours, before going into a similar deep sleep and coming out of it completely normal. By Hitch's clock, little Sprout here would be in bed for several hours before it wore off.

Speaking of being in bed, that time was quickly coming up. Hitch shut off the TV, left Sprout where he was, and went to the kitchen, taking the foal bottle from the dish rack and filling it with milk, before putting it in the microwave. After it was warmed up, he took it out of the microwave, and returned to the living room, watching as Sprout made zooming noises as the chariots raced down the track he had built.

"Alright, Sprout. Time for your bottle, come on," Hitch said, getting the stallion's attention, and gestured for him to follow him to the guest bedroom. The sheriff climbed up onto the bed with the bottle, and pulled Sprout up to him as he laid back into the pillows, took the pacifier out of his mouth, set it on the night stand, before slipping the rubber nipple into his waiting lips.

Sprout silently suckled in contentment. As he drank the warm milk, Hitch slid a hoof down to his diaper, and gave him a thorough check. Surprisingly, he was still dry since dinner, and wouldn't need a change before bedtime.

A couple minutes later, the bottle gave out soft hissing sounds as the last of the milk was swallowed. Hitch pulled the nipple from his lips, and rolled Sprout over so he was laying face down on top of him, and began to softly pat his back. A few moments later, the stallion let out a hearty burp.

"There we go. Now, let's get you all ready for bed, little guy."

Sprout nodded, but rather than slide off of his prone position on top of Hitch, the red stallion began to softly grind his diaper into Hitch's crotch and stomach.

By the time Hitch realized what Sprout was doing, he felt that his former deputy was positively throbbing underneath his diaper.

"Sprout, Sprout what are you doing?" Hitch asked, in a half-panicked whisper.

"Beddy time..." Sprout mumbled as he continued rubbing his diaper into the lower half of Hitch's body. The sheriff felt heat build up behind his cheeks as he noticed Sprout seemingly stare blankly off into space as he absentmindedly humped his friend. That heat continued to spread as he felt himself unsheathe and begin to press up into the crinkly plastic exterior of Sprout's diaper.

"Sprout, Sprout stop!" Hitch whispered.

Hitch felt Sprout tense up for a moment, then go limp, collapsing on top of him. Several seconds later, the unmistakable smell of stallion spunk reached Hitch's nostrils as Sprout slid off him to the right, and his head hit the pillows as he gave out a mighty yawn.

"Night night time..." Sprout mumbled, his eyelids getting heavy.

Still wide-eyed and very erect, Hitch rolled off of the bed, landing on his hooves. He grabbed the bottle from the night stand, and going over to the door, shut off the light and went back out to the kitchen. He gave the bottle a quick rinse with hot soapy water, then returned it to where he had gotten it on the drying rack. He took several deep breaths as he looked at the clock on the wall, before going to the living room, stepped over the toy chariot tracks that had been left out, and picked up his phone from the coffee table, going into his contacts and selecting Izzy's number.

Hitch
Izz, please get over to my place as early as you can in the morning, and explain to me EXACTLY what this tea of yours does. Thank you.

Taking another deep breath, Hitch checked to make sure all the lights were off, and went down the hall to his own bedroom, and set his phone down on the charging station, before heading towards the bathroom.

He wasn't going to bed without taking a very long, very cold shower first.

Pipp laid in her new bed, fresh bed sheets tucked in around her, and she looked across the room at Sunny, already asleep in her bed. She had asked Izzy if she had wanted to try sharing her bed, but her marefriend had declined, also eager to try out her new basket-shaped bed, and the unicorn was also snoozing quite soundly. She understood Sunny's excitement, and would have likely joined her down in the basement putting their nursery together overnight and been miserable all day tomorrow. Either that, or pass out in the cribs the moment they were assembled. Luckily, they had Izzy and Zipp to keep them in line.

"You alright, little sis?" Zipp asked, coming up to Pipp's bedside.

"Yeah, I guess... It's just..." Pipp trailed off, shifting in her bed, hearing her clean diaper crinkle as she moved. "I don't want to sound like I'm... Jealous, of my friends, but... Until a few days ago, you were the only one that knew about this side of me. Then Izzy starts foalsitting Sprout, and all of a sudden, all of our friends are involved, and Sunny and Izzy are a thing now."

"Those are good things, right?" Zipp asked.

"Of course. It just makes me wonder, if I'm doing enough with this side of myself. Sharing who I am with all of my followers and fans has been such a big part of my life for years. I'm just wondering if there's a way to share this side of me," Pipp continued.

"Well, it's not like Sunny's padding up and parading herself down the main street of Maretime Bay, Pipp," her older sister countered.

"I know that. I'm just wondering if I'm doing enough to reach out and strengthen the community of ponies who are into this kind of thing, or what if they're like Sunny was a few days ago and they haven't yet discovered this side of themselves?"

Zipp gave out a yawn.

"I'd say that's certainly something to get some sleep on, sis. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."

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