Sprout's Second Chance

Not even half awake, Sprout stretched over to the side, and find that he didn't come into contact with Hitch, which made his brain wake up just a little bit more. With a yawn, he opened his eyes, and saw that Hitch was indeed not in the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, the sheets falling down from his chest. He reached down under the covers to give his diaper a few pokes, finding it wet from the couple times he woke up to use it overnight. He looked over to the bathroom, where he saw the door closed almost the whole way, and the light on. Then, he looked over at the clock, and saw that Hitch had let him sleep in, and if they wanted to get an early breakfast before Phyllis arrived for them to break the news to her, he had to get cleaned up now, because that was something that he absolutely did not want to do on an empty stomach. The impending conversation was giving him butterflies as it was, so he was going to do his best to drown those butterflies in pancakes and maple syrup.

Throwing the sheets off of himself, he swung his back legs over to the side of the mattress and fell down to the floor, trotting over to the bathroom door.

"Hitch? Everything okay?" Sprout asked, making his presence known.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sort of," Hitch replied.

That got Sprout's curiosity going, and he tapped the door with his right hoof, and it slowly swung open.

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" Sprout asked, seeing Hitch standing at the sink brushing his teeth.

Then the stench of manure hit his nose, and his eyes immediately went over to Hitch's diaper that he was still wearing from last night.

"Oh," the red stallion said, and for once, he saw Hitch's cheeks blush a bit.

"I know we have to get ready in a hurry in order to get breakfast before your mom gets here, but I think there's a little time for you to try your first diaper change. That is, if you want..." Hitch offered after he rinsed, spitting into the sink.

"Straight from the frying pan into the fire, huh?" Sprout asked. Still not wanting to waste any time, and knowing it wouldn't exactly be fair to deny Hitch that part of the experience after he had been taking care of him all weekend, he nodded at his boyfriend, turning to grab the bag of changing supplies from where they sat next to the dresser. Turning back and stepping into the bathroom, he saw Hitch had laid down a towel, and laid down on his back, and wisely picked a spot right next to the bathtub, because chances are, Sprout wasn't going to be perfect on his first try.

Remembering what they were going to be doing, Sprout opted to just grab the pack of wipes, instead of also pulling out a fresh diaper and foal powder, as neither of them would be going to breakfast padded up. He slowly pulled at each of the tapes, getting satisfying ripping sounds as they were pulled free. Taking another breath through his mouth, Sprout took hold of the front of the diaper, and pulled it open, seeing the 'present' Hitch had left for him.

To his own surprise, he wasn't as disgusted as he was afraid he would be, maybe because part of him was hoping Hitch would take it this far on his first time, and perhaps last time. He had clearly just done this, so it hadn't smeared, or worse, dried on his coat yet. Determined to remain focused, Sprout motioned for Hitch to raise his flanks up, and get the folded up and pinned underneath, ensuring he wouldn't make a bigger mess as he attempted to clean him up. He pulled the first wipe out of the pack, and pressed it to his friend's coat, getting a short shiver in response.

"So..." Sprout began, hoping conversation would distract both of them from how nervous he felt, as he really wanted to do a good job. "Did you, you know, like it?"

Hitch gave him a soft smile.

"It was certainly comfortable wearing it to bed. Don't know if I can describe using it, other than, you know, a little gross," Hitch told him, chuckling.

Sprout smiled awkwardly as he pulled another wet wipe from the pack.

"Do... Do you think you'd like to do it again?" He asked the prone stallion laying on his back.

"I... Don't know if I'd go that far," Hitch said, having gotten used to the cold wipes on his coat. He glanced down as Sprout's expression betrayed his disappointment. "Now don't get the wrong idea, Sprout. It was interesting, and I think it gave me a little bit of an idea of what you get out of it, but my fun is in taking care of you. Doesn't make much sense to me for the caretaker to be padded up too."

"Yeah, I guess that kinda makes sense," Sprout admitted, as he grabbed another wipe from the pack, before Hitch reached down and grabbed his hoof.

"Alright, enough is enough, pal. A shower will do both of us some good, and we've got to get a move on. You gave it your best shot."

Sprout, resigning to Hitch's decision, nodded and picked up the stallion's used diaper, along with the wipes, and dropped it into the trash can next to the sink, before pulling off his own wet diaper as Hitch went over and started the shower.

"Still," Sprout began as he stepped over the rim of the tub into the spraying water with Hitch. "Thanks for letting me try. Certainly gave me a taste of what it's like to be a caregiver, and experience what a loving, trusting act that is."

Hitch smirked at him and nuzzled him briefly before grabbing the detachable showerhead, and gave it to Sprout, who immediately went about spraying down Hitch's flanks and nether region. After that was done, he placed the showerhead back in its cradle, and the shower proceeded as normally as it could with two fully grown stallions crowding the tub.

A few minutes later, they had gotten lathered up, scrubbed, rinsed off, and stepped out considerably cleaner than they were when they had gotten out of bed.

"Alright, so... You ready,Sprout?" Hitch asked.

"I don't think I will ever be ready, Hitch. But it has to happen. I don't want to sneak around with you, that wouldn't be right. Let's just go chow down on some breakfast, and hopefully that'll calm my stomach down," Sprout told him.

"Sounds good. We've got about twenty minutes before she said she'd be here, let's go."