After they had gotten up from bed after a morning cuddle, Hitch had decided to let Sprout stay in his wet diaper, for two reasons; one, to let him enjoy what they had done just before getting up, as he had only wet just after getting up, and two, he had a feeling that once he had gotten something more in his stomach, the stress from yesterday that had him plugged up would likely loosen up soon, and he didn't want two diaper changes in such a short time. So Sprout sat at the kitchen table while Hitch cooked up some pancakes fresh from the stovetop.

"When we aren't roleplaying, I'd love to help you cook something," Sprout commented as Hitch turned to the dining table with a plate stacked with a dozen chocolate chip pancakes.

"I'll keep that in mind," Hitch said, setting the plate down in the center of the table before going to the fridge and bringing back a carton of orange juice. After pouring glasses of juice for him and Sprout, he turned his attention to the stack of pancakes, putting six each on Sprout's plate and then his own. The sheriff drizzled maple syrup over his, while his charge opted for drenching his in strawberry syrup, before picking up his fork and knife, and digging in.

Sprout was licking the remaining syrup off of his lips after each bite, and Hitch momentarily beamed with pride; he loved fresh-cooked meals on the weekends when he was off-duty, and was glad his best friend and coltfriend was enjoying his cooking as much as he did. He was already looking forward to what they'd make together in the kitchen.

The red stallion just had a quarter of his pancakes left when his expression switched from satisfied to quite worried, and the change was accompanied by a grumbling from his intestines.

"You okay there, Sprout?" Hitch asked as he started into the final bites of his breakfast.

"I... I don't think so..." Sprout said, setting his fork and knife down. His intestines grumbled again, and his look of worry became one of panic as he put both front hooves on the edge of the dining table and pushed his chair away from it.

"I'm really sorry daddy, but I think this is gonna be bad..." Sprout said, sliding out of the chair down to all fours.

Hitch didn't see it, but he heard it, as Sprout let out a muffled fart, immediately followed by a whimper as the noises under his tail almost immediately turned slimy-sounding. He really shouldn't have been all that surprised, what with the near complete lack of output from Sprout's digestive system yesterday. But still, how long the sounds lasted was undeniably impressive, and perhaps just a little bit concerning as all of his friend's meals were expelled from his hindquarters. Sprout's embarrassed moans of relief were all Hitch had to confirm the stallion's presence from his elevated spot at the table. He decided to quickly finish his last two bites of pancakes and downed his glass of orange juice before the inevitable odor gave his stomach other ideas.

"I was wondering when that was going to happen. Too much longer, and I probably would have given you a laxative," Hitch told him as he got up from his seat, walking around the table to find his friend sprawled on the floor in front of the pushed-out chair. His diaper looked positively full, and the discoloration left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Please tell me it didn't leak... Please..." Sprout said, who was undoubtedly afraid to move at the moment.

"Nope, doesn't look like it. Your mom got the most premium diapers, after all. Definitely looks like they did their job," Hitch said, as the stench finally reached his nostrils. "But I'd definitely be careful getting up and walking to the bathroom, because it's absolutely bath time for you now."

The very considerable load in Sprout's diaper shifted as he slowly and carefully got to his hooves, causing him to grimace.

Every step made him nervous as he followed Hitch down the hall. The bathroom attached to Hitch's bedroom was bigger than the guest bathroom, and the tub was a little bigger too. He slowly walked into Hitch's room, and went past the bed and into the attached bathroom, and Hitch started running the bathwater right after flipping on the light. He laid out a towel right at the base of the tub, prompting Sprout to lay down. One tape at a time, Hitch untaped the stallion's diaper, and opened it.

"Aaand I bet you feel better, don't you, buddy?" Hitch asked.

Sprout was surprised when Hitch didn't grimace, merely grabbing the container of wipes and opened them. This was clearly not a job for the wet wipes, but all Hitch wanted to do was make sure that nothing was going to cling to his coat.

"Alright, now carefully roll over and climb into the tub, and lets get you cleaned up," Hitch told him.

Sprout slowly rolled to his left, grabbing the side of the tub with his right hooves as he did so, hoping that his manure-covered testicles weren't going to brush against the rim of the tub. After he got in with minimal mess, he saw that Hitch hadn't closed the drain, just in time to see the stallion grab the detachable showerhead, turning it on and began to spray his flanks down. It took a couple minutes, but he got the water dropping down from his legs to run clear all the way to the drain. Now that the spray down was done, Hitch closed the drain, and poured bubble bath into the water gushing out of the faucet. Sprout had himself surrounded by sudsy bubbles a few moments later. After a quick washing and mane shampoo, Hitch got him dried off, and back out into the bedroom, where he laid back on the bed while Hitch got another diaper unfolded from the stash in his bag. Once he had it situated under his friend, he saw him take a deep breath.

"Hitch, what do I tell mom?" Sprout asked.

Hitch knew the question was serious, as that was the first time Sprout hadn't called him by his role playing pet name.

"You mean about us? Are you worried about what she'd think about us being together?" Hitch asked as he got foal powder sprinkled over Sprout's diaper area.

"Yeah, a little," Sprout answered, nodding.

Hitch proceeded with the diaper change, getting it brought up between his legs, smoothed against his stomach, and taped up securely.

"We'll tell her the truth. Together. I'm not going to let you do something like that alone when it involves both of us."

Hitch saw relief wash over Sprout's face.

"Thanks, Hitch."

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