Sprout accepted the last rinsed dinner plate from Hitch and he placed it in the dishwasher, making sure everything was organized before sliding the rack into the washer, then bringing the door up and latching it.

"I know it wasn't cooking, but thanks for the help cleaning up, Sprout," Hitch told him, ruffling his mane a bit after turning the dial to start the cleaning cycle.

"Hey, that's alright. I can work my way up. As long as I'm getting the basic stuff down, because... Well..." Sprout trailed off.

"What is it, Sprout?" Hitch asked.

Sprout's back legs shifted, his diaper crinkling with the movement.

"Depending on how tomorrow goes, I was wondering how you felt about me maybe... Moving in," Sprout said.

Hitch's eyes widened a bit as he and Sprout left the kitchen and headed down the hallway.

"You don't think your mom is gonna kick you out or something, do you?" Hitch asked.

"No, well, hopefully not. But once she knows, I figured it would be nice to spend more time together, since we're not working together anymore," Sprout answered.

"Hm. Well, you do bring up a good point, we wouldn't see nearly as much of each other as we used to now that you're not working at the precinct anymore. Let's not put too much on our plate at once, okay? Let's get through telling your mom everything, then we'll take the next step," the sheriff suggested.

Sprout took a slow breath.

"Alright, Hitch," he told him.

"Now," Hitch said, reaching a hoof back as he walked besides his coltfriend and charge for the weekend, patting his soaked diaper. "I think somepony needs a change. But I'm not sure if you've earned one just yet."

Sprout's ears twitched; they had never discussed him having to earn changes this weekend. When he gave it some thought, it didn't think he would terribly mind being in such a role, but he wasn't sure his current diaper would contain another full wetting, and they had just eaten dinner. If he leaked on the carpet or the bed, he would only have himself to blame.

"And just how would I earn one?" Sprout said, immediately entertaining the idea as they walked into Hitch's bedroom, where the changing supplies were.

"Oh, I think I know a way," Hitch said, turning as he hopped up to sit on the bed.

Sprout noticed how he had already started to unsheathe, the black shaft contrasting sharply with his much lighter belly.

"Come on, Sprout, show me what that mouth of yours can do," the suave stallion encouraged.

Sprout was a bit nervous that he was going to have to do a bit more than just endure his coltfriend's length entering his backside; this time he was actually going to have to perform. He had never done this before, and he was hoping Hitch knew that, and wouldn't have any high expectations. Gingerly, he stepped forward, and sat down in front of Hitch's stallionhood. He took a breath in through his nostrils, taking in his scent, before steeling himself, and leaned forward, sticking his tongue out.

He made contact with the base of Hitch's shaft, just above his balls, and slowly drew his tongue up, nearly to the tip, before going down again and repeating the motion.

"Mm, not a bad start," Hitch said, placing his front hooves behind him and leaned back a bit, watching Sprout work.

On his third trip up, he didn't stop, going all the way up to the tip, and opened his lips, minding his teeth, and took the entire tip into his mouth, and began to lightly suck, bobbing up and down, and started to go down further each time. He heard Hitch started to take deeper breaths, and thus got the impression that he was doing something right. Remembering to breathe, he kept going down, feeling the tip slide over his tongue towards the back of his throat. He continued this motion, hearing his diaper crinkle as he leaned forward and back, feeling himself get hard in his soaked diaper.

Fifteen seconds turned into thirty, into forty-five, and finally a minute. As that turned into two minutes, and then three, he had to focus harder on Hitch and try his best to ignore how his jaw was getting a little sore. Trying to wonder what would get him closer, he moved his front hooves up to both sides of his head, and began to lightly trace the tips of them across Hitch's inner thighs, before lowing them slightly to gently caress his balls. When he felt Hitch's tip begin to flare inside his mouth, he mentally prepared himself for the inevitable.

"Are... Are you ready, Sprout?" Hitch asked, taking deeper breaths.

Sprout answered by renewing the efforts of his lips and tongue, beginning to moan a little himself around Hitch's twitching shaft.

Ten seconds later, Hitch drew in a deep breath, pushed himself away from his leaning position, and brought his front hooves around, gently wrapping them around the back of Sprout's head, making sure he wasn't going to go anywhere as he began to release into his mouth.

Sprout honestly wasn't prepared for the incredibly salty taste of Hitch's seed, but forced himself to swallow. It was either that, choke, or push back against Hitch's hold and likely make quite the unpleasant mess. So he gulped down what Hitch gave him; once, twice, and finally, three times, before the deluge tapered off. Hitch released his hold on his head before falling back on the bed, letting Sprout slide back into his sitting position, unable to hide the grimace from the taste.

Once he got his breathing steadied and slowed, Hitch sat up and looked down at Sprout.

"Alright, if you can wait 'til I get you changed, I can go get you some ice cream to get that taste out of your mouth, what do you say?" Hitch asked, patting the bed as he got up and grabbed his bag of changing supplies.

As he was the only one who had achieved release, Hitch was the one with the wobbly legs as Sprout got to his feet and climbed up on the bed and laid down on his back as Hitch opened up his diaper bag. Coming up with a clean diaper, wipes, and powder, he pulled Sprout down to the foot of the bed, and untaped his wet diaper.

"Not bad for your first time, Sprout," Hitch told him, and the red stallion blushed at the compliment as his coltfriend pulled his diaper open, the urine-soaked interior gently peeling off of his coat and nethers, and Hitch began wiping him down.

"Good enough for it to be my turn...?" Sprout asked, knowing that Hitch surely must have taken note of how erect he was once he had started the diaper change.

"Eh... Not just yet," Hitch teased, and Sprout's ears drooped for a moment. "Now don't worry, I've got a little something in mind, but one step at a time, Sprout." He finished wiping Sprout's diaper area before pulling the wet diaper out from under him and getting the dry clean one unfolded, fluffed, and slid under him and fastened around his tail. After a quick dusting of powder, he brought the front of the diaper up between his legs, brought the back wings up, and got it taped up a little tighter than usual due to Sprout's erect stallionhood that hadn't quite gone down yet.

"Alright, it's not bedtime just yet. Let's go get some dessert."

Author's Note

Art by ArtHaruhi.