Sprout Gets His Brain Melted

by milesprower06

Rating: mature
Tags: Sprout, Romance, Porn, Hitch Trailblazer, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Sex
Length: 2518

With Equestria slowly being reunited, Hitch has to decide what to do with his deputy-turned-dictator. But what he walks in on changes the situation considerably.

With Equestria slowly being reunited, Hitch has to decide what to do with his deputy-turned-dictator.

But what he walks in on changes the situation considerably.

Content Warning: M/M Clop

Cover art: 'I Hate U but I love U' by LimeDazzle@Deviantart.com

Published 2021-10-24 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-26 04:34:21 UTC

Busted

After making his final rounds for the evening, Hitch Trailblazer made his way down Maretime Bay's main street, towards the police department precinct on the corner. A few weeks ago, seeing unicorns and pegasi within city limits would have been cause for panic and alarm, but thanks to the wholehearted efforts of his longtime friend Sunny Starscout, Equestria was currently undergoing a nationwide reunification. The Maretime Bay Tourism Board reported that visitors to the city had doubled, and hotels were frequently booked, leading many citizens with spare rooms to start offering bed and breakfasts in their homes. Even Phyllis Cloverleaf, arguably the spearhead for much of the populace's xenophobia had embraced the rapid changes happening; having hired several pegasi and unicorns who had applied to work at CanterLogic.

Then, there was the issue of what to do with her son, Sprout Cloverleaf, the deputy-turned-dictator that had nearly started a war, when he was very specifically told not to, and wound up causing very considerable structural damage to Sunny's home. The damage would take weeks to repair, and Hitch now had to decide whether or not to let Sprout keep his job. Repentant or not, he wasn't sure it would be a good image for Maretime Bay if Sprout was allowed to stay in a position of authority. He was fairly certain that Phyllis would be able to get him something at CanterLogic if she needed to, but he knew she was hoping he could redeem himself in the eyes of Hitch and the rest of the town.

The sheriff of Maretime Bay wasn't quite sure what to do or decide at the moment, and he figured he'd think better once he got a good night's sleep. Coming up to the front entrance of the precinct, he got a hoof around the handle of the right door, and yanked it open.

Sprout, who had been preoccupied at his desk, was startled something fierce, and fell out of his chair when he heard the door open. He tumbled down to the floor with a panicked scream.

"No no no, go down go down!" Hitch heard him whisper frantically.

Hitch walked into the precinct and began to come around Sprout's desk to see if he was alright. What had he been doing...?

"Sprout? You okay?"

He came around to where his deputy was nearly cowering underneath his desk, and saw his positively throbbing erection between his hind legs. Sprout's eyes became pinpricks as Hitch also felt a wave of embarrassment, quickly followed by anger.

"Really? What, you couldn't wait until we closed up in ten minutes? What could be so urgent that you..." Hitch frustratingly asked him before his words trailed off, as he laid eyes on what Sprout had been looking at on his desk.

It was his calendar; currently on the April page, where he was in a full duty uniform. Dark blue dress shirt, sunglasses, black pants, and hoof cuffs clipped to one of the belt loops.

The sheriff's mind rapidly increased to a million miles a minute as the situation began to solidify in his head. Gritting his teeth, he wasn't going to give him the opportunity to slink his way out. With Sprout's eyes having become pinpricks, Hitch reached down and grabbed him by his sash and pulled him to his hooves, immediately guiding him over to the holding cell in the back corner of the room.

"Alright, in you go," Hitch said, tugging him over to the open cell door.

"Huh? For what?!" Sprout asked, his mind still panicking.

"Well, let's see... Public indecency, conduct unbecoming a police officer, indecency while on duty... Feel free to pick any one of those," Hitch told him as he shoved him into the cell and closed the bars with a clang. As Sprout silently stood there, stunned, Hitch grumbled under his breath as he went over to the deputy's desk and grabbed the calendar off of the desk and walked across to his side of the office to place it back up on the wall. As he flipped it page by page back to the appropriate month, his mind finally started to slow down, and he got an undeniable tingly feeling in his loins.

Sprout... Felt this way about him?

While this calendar had been requested by and sold very well with the middle-aged mares in town, he never knew that they would have that kind of an affect on them. Or... Or maybe they did and they were just worlds better at keeping it behind closed doors. Closed, locked doors, as his deputy had failed to demonstrate.

As soon as he hung it back up on the wall in the correct month, he excused himself to the back storage room, where he took a deep breath as soon as the door closed. The tingling in his loins was unrelenting as he opened the top file cabinet, flipping through the papers to find an official termination notice that would need to be filled out.

'Damnit, don't you start too,' he internally told his lower half. But it was a lost battle, and as his shaft began to poke out, he knew that walking home like this wouldn't be an option. So it would be a waiting game to see if and when this went down on its own, engaging on what he was about to fire Sprout for...

Or...

Fully unsheathed, Hitch slammed the filing cabinet closed and went over to the trunk containing unclaimed confiscated items, fairly certain that it contained just the item he needed, after having stopped a prank-in-progress a few weeks back...

Sprout was taking deep, shaky breaths, trying his best to calm down. Hitch was absolutely right. What had he been thinking? What would have been so agonizing about waiting just a few more minutes until he was at home in his bedroom? That had been one of the quickest patrol rounds Hitch had ever gone on. Was there really so little going on around town? Ponies finally picking up their litter?

Even if he was never able to look Hitch in the eyes again, how was he going to explain this to his mom? How much would he have to beg and grovel to keep this just between the two of them? How long was—

His panicked thought process came screeching to a halt as the door to the back office opened back up, and out came Hitch. He tossed a file folder onto his desk before coming straight for the holding cell, and unlocked the door, stepping inside up to the considerably shorter red stallion.

"H-Hitch... I... I'm—"

"Turn around," Hitch commanded.

Sprout was stunned at the forwardness, and he felt his throat tighten when he realized that Hitch was holding a bottle of lubricant, and was positively unsheathed, if not quite flared.

"I... Huh?" Was all he could manage to say.

Hitch simply pointed back to his desk.

"I've got everything in that folder to make you unemployed in five minutes. If you want the slightest chance of things being normal when you leave this cell, then turn. Around."

Author's Note

I'm such a tease.

More to come!

Taken

Sprout quivered as Hitch stared at him expectantly.

"You're... Serious..." The red stallion said, not able to hide the shock from his voice, and Hitch took a single step towards him.

"I'm not going to make you do anything against your will, Deputy. But if you really don't want to do this, then I'm afraid I'll have to send you packing, with a very detailed report on what the final straw was," Hitch warned, causing Sprout to wince. "But with what I've been able to gather, at least a part of your mind wants this. Thanks to you and your thinking that you'd actually get away with what you were doing, part of me is curious, as you can plainly see."

Sprout felt a wave of heat flush through his face as his gaze shot between Hitch's hind legs for barely a moment, and it was enough for Hitch to notice, who smirked.

"So, what is it going to be? Don't make me tell you a third time," Hitch told him.

Sprout shuddered again as he felt his shaft stiffen up again. He took a deep, quiet breath, as he turned around to face the bed, and slowly stepped toward it, putting his front hooves up on the mattress. He heard Hitch leave the cell for a moment, going over to the front door, and sliding the deadbolt into place, before returning to the cell, and popped the lid open on the bottle of lube. He resisted the urge to jump as he felt his tail get pulled up, and felt the cold goop get gently pushed against his sphincter by the tip of Hitch's hoof. His ears folded back, but his erection got harder still between his belly and the mattress.

Sprout heard the sheriff apply more to himself, before he tossed the bottle next to his deputy on the bed. He heard the bed frame creak as Hitch's weight was partially added to the bed. He took a breath as he felt Hitch's tip press against his hole.

"Alright, I've never done this before, but do your best to relax. I'm sure it'll go in easier that way, and trust me, at this point, it's going in," Hitch told him.

Sprout took another deep breath, and did his best to relax as many muscles as he could. He felt Hitch's tip slowly push into him, and by reflex he tensed up and took in a gasping breath. Hitch was gracious enough to pause, and let his deputy get used to the new intrusion. When his breathing slowed, and he felt him relax again, he resumed pushing, and another inch went in. That was as far as he got as the smaller pony tensed up again, but this time, he made a sound, as Hitch's tip brushed against his prostate.

"Ahhh..." Sprout let out a moan after his initial gasp, as he felt his own erection twitch at his prostate was stimulated.

Hitch, however, hadn't given any kind of reaction yet. He merely waited for Sprout to relax again, then continued forward. This continued for about a minute and a half, then the final inch slid in a little easier than the rest of it, and Sprout felt his stomach bulge forward to make room, as well as Hitch's medial ring sliding against his prostate, and his brain was nearly overwhelmed.

Now, Hitch couldn't help but react as he felt his balls come to a rest against Sprout's.

"Wow... You're certainly tight... And warm, Deputy," Hitch complimented. "Keep breathing, because here I go."

He felt Hitch pull back, and it felt like he was relieving himself, but then he gently thrust back in, and his prostate was assaulted again, and he let out a cry of pleasure.

"Try your best to keep quiet, it's getting late, you know," Hitch told him, pulling out again.

As Hitch slowly got into a gentle rhythm, Sprout fought through the pleasure induced stupor, and reached forward to grab the pillow that was at the head of the mattress. Because if Hitch thought he'd be able to be quiet, he had another thing coming. But he would do what he could to muffle himself, pulling the pillow towards him, and sunk his face into it as his superior continued to take him from behind.

Hearing Sprout pleasurably moan and cry into the pillow was just... So hot, and in response, Hitch's pace got faster.

His prostate being continually stimulated, Sprout risked lifting his head up from the pillow to take a breath as he felt himself begin to spurt out onto his belly and sheets.

"Ahhh... Hiiitch...!"

Hearing his name called like that was almost too much, but the sheriff held on for one more go.

"Alright, hope you're ready for one serious rutting...!" Hitch warned on the next pullout, before slamming back in, and doubling his pace as he began to fervently fuck his deputy.

Sprout had to shove his face into the pillow once again, his cries crescendoing every time Hitch slammed into him.

It's not like Hitch had never clopped off before, but this sensation was something different, and he could only guess it was because of how tight Sprout's hindquarters were gripping his shaft.

"Ahh! Here it comes, Sprout!" Hitch cried, before slamming in one last time and holding himself there, before feeling himself erupt into the red stallion. Sprout let out an elongated cry, his eyes rolling up into his head. The assault on his prostate had emptied himself out, only to be filled up with Hitch's hot seed. He felt nearly ready to burst as the sheriff's shots finally began to die down to short spurts, and he heard him give out a long, sighing breath.

Once he was confident he would be able to stand on his own power, Hitch slowly pulled out, and admired his work, as Sprout was slumped over the bed. He decided to help out, shoving his back half up onto the mattress before he started to leak out the back.

"Alright, I think you can spend the night here to avoid any embarrassment walking home. I'm pretty sure I've figured out how you'll be useful if I keep you on, deputy. I expect this bedding to be down in the laundry room by the time I get in tomorrow morning, clear?" Hitch asked.

Still gasping and breathless, Sprout merely nodded as he slowly curled up into the sheets that were becoming more wet and sticky as Hitch's deposit began to seep out of him.

Hitch grabbed the bottle of lube from the mattress and left the cell, nearly closing it all the way but leaving it unlocked. After tossing the lube into his bottom desk drawer, he headed for the front door when he made sure he was completely sheathed. Unlatching the front door, he opened it and stepped out onto the street, where all the street lamps were on and the sun was now completely over the horizon. After turning to lock up, he turned to the street and saw Phyllis come up.

"Good evening, Sheriff Hitch. I was wondering where Sprout was," she greeted.

"Evening, Mrs. Cloverleaf. Sprout is taking the overnight shift tonight. Part of the deal he made to stay on the force," Hitch replied.

"Oh, so you're actually considering keeping him on? How kind of you, Sheriff."

"I won't mince words, Phyllis. I'm gonna be riding his ass to mold him into a better deputy, but if he has it in him, he'll come through it."

Phyllis gave him a gentle smile.

"Well, I'll pardon your Fancy, Sheriff. But feel free to ride it all you need to, if you feel that's what he needs."

"Rest assured, ma'am, I'll be doing just that."

Author's Note

Well, that's that. I hope you all enjoyed.

As always, thanks for reading!