Sprout would have liked to wake up with the warm glow of the sun on his face as it came through the window, perfectly snuggled into Hitch under the covers as they both slowly greeted the new day.

But that was a scene one rarely saw outside of cheesy romance novels and movies, and Sprout would have never been caught dead seeing one of those in the cinema. They were both restless sleepers, even after one of the best nights of sleep he could ever remember. Hitch had the comforter up to his chin on one edge of the bed, and Sprout had nearly gone to the completely opposite side of the bed. Clearly, they both preferred their space in their sleep.

Be that as it may, Sprout still couldn't believe the way things had turned out. After one of the most stressful days in recent memory, he had come out the other side with a boyfriend.

A boyfriend.

He was still having trouble believing his luck; that Hitch was willing to see how reciprocating his feelings turned out, giving that kind of relationship an honest try. He couldn't lie; the diapers and role play were going to keep things interesting, especially since Hitch was the one that had suggested them in the first place. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that leading to something like this. He didn't have to keep his feelings buried anymore. Since yesterday, his last remaining fleeting feelings for Izzy had all but vanished. Now all he could think about was the future that he and Hitch might have together, if they decided this was something they wanted to pursue beyond a few days of ageplay and a one night stand.

Right now, Sprout certainly hoped it would go beyond that. Hitch hadn't really given him a definitive answer when Sprout told him that he would like the two of them to be an item, opting instead to sleep on it and see how they felt in the morning once the afterglow had subsided.

The red stallion felt the call of nature hit his bladder, and by now it was second nature, if not for the fact that he wasn't in his own bed. He slowly angled himself so he was confident he wouldn't get Hitch's sheets or mattress wet, and let go, feeling the stream of urine get wicked away by the padding wrapped around his legs. After several moments, the deed was done, and he slid over to where Hitch was just coming to, diaper crinkling and now squishing the whole way.

"Mm, morning, Spout," Hitch said, his vision clearing as he felt Sprout's back snuggle into his barrel.

"Morning, daddy," Sprout replied, feeling his cheeks tingle at saying the stallion's new pet name.

"I have a feeling today's gonna be a lot better than yesterday," the sheriff commented.

"One can only hope."

Hitch felt his bladder ache, and began to remove the covers, only to have Sprout hold them over their bodies.

"Come on, daddy, five more minutes," Sprout whined playfully.

Hitch chuckled lightly, sliding a front hoof down Sprout's barrel and belly down to his diaper, finding it slightly squishy and quite warm. He had just gone.

"Well, just because you can pee without getting out of bed doesn't mean I can, pal," Hitch shot back.

An idea hit Sprout's brain as he reached a hoof behind him towards Hitch's nethers.

"Are you sure?" his former deputy asked. Hitch felt him gently grasp his flaccid stallionhood, and guide the tip towards his inner thighs, wedging it under the right leg gatherer of his diaper.

Part of Hitch wanted to playfully shove him away and get up to go to the bathroom. But another kinky side of him quickly warmed up to the idea of using Sprout as his portable toilet.

"Well... Alright. But this might take me a minute, I'm not used to this like you are... And if it leaks, you're putting the sheets in the laundry before breakfast and scrubbing the mattress after breakfast. Deal?"

Sprout was a bit nervous at the risk, but really wanted to know what this felt like.

"Deal, daddy," Sprout answered.

"Alright..." Hitch said, making himself as comfortable as possible while keeping his tip wedged between Sprout's thigh and his diaper. He closed his eyes, and slowed his breathing, imaging a trickling faucet, a waterfall, and water slowly being poured into a glass. On his next exhale, the last wall of resistance came down, and he began consciously peeing.

Sprout let out a soft gasp as he felt Hitch's urine spray his coat before adding to the swelling in between his legs.

'Please don't leak please don't leak please don't leak,' he silently pleaded in his mind. He raised his right leg to not put too much pressure on the diaper that continued to swell up.

After about 30 seconds, the stream died down, and both he and Sprout felt the surrounding bedsheets with their hooves, checking for any wetness as Hitch slowly pulled his shaft from his boyfriend's diaper.

"Alright, I'd say that got you another five minutes," Hitch said, wrapping his hooves around Sprout's barrel. "Been meaning to ask since our fun last night, too; what got you so interested in me anyways?"

Sprout lightly giggled at the question.

"Well come on, daddy. I only had to pass by that calendar of yours every day at work."

Zipp awoke with a stretch, and sat up, surveying their new in-progress bedroom, quickly seeing that they were short one pony. Sunny and Izzy were still positively snoring, but her sister was absent. She tossed the covers off, quickly made her bed, and trotted as quietly as she could over to the stairs, seeing that the sun was barely peeking above the horizon. She made her way down to the kitchen, and saw that the only sign of her little sister's presence was an empty coffee cup, weighing down a note on the dining table. She restarted the coffee pot before coming over to the table to read the note.

Hey guys!

I'll probably be gone most of the day, so don't factor me into any plans.

Hope you all have fun!

-Pipp

Zipp let out a light sigh.

"Well, looks like Sunny's getting two foalsitters today. I hope you know what you're doing, little sis."

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