Sprout Gets A Large Supreme Pizza

Sprout gave a brief stretch as he rounded the corner back towards the Maretime Bay Police Department. It was his last patrol of the late afternoon, and he was looking forward to getting home for some dinner, All he had to do was get back to the precinct, make sure everything is in order, and then lock up before heading home.

It had been a fairly peaceful afternoon, which of course had given the red stallion the opportunity to reflect on how things had been these past couple weeks. He was extremely grateful for his red coat, because he still felt his face flush when he thought back to the events of two weeks ago, when he made the not-so-calculated decision to take Hitch's calendar off of the wall and began stroking himself to the photos when he thought the MBPD sheriff had gone home for the evening.

Suffice to say, Hitch had not gone home, and Sprout was subsequently busted behind his desk three minutes later when the sheriff had come back from his patrol. Hitch tossed him in the precinct's holding cell while he went to go get the paperwork necessary for what Sprout was sure would be a lightning quick termination.

But in the couple minutes it had taken him to gather the paperwork, he had evidently had something akin to a change of heart, because the next thing Sprout knew, Hitch opened the cell door, told him to turn around and get on the mattress. Before his mind could make sense of things, Hitch had lubed himself up, and had taken his deputy right there in the holding cell. It wasn't quite fantasy-fulfilling, but it had sated both Sprout's months-old and Hitch's minutes-old curiosity about each other For his continued 'services', Hitch had let Sprout stay on, with not even a mark on his record.

While he came in next day with renewed motivation to still do the job right, Sprout didn't mince words with himself; regardless of the fact that he enjoyed what had transpired, he knew the only reason he was still gainfully employed was because he was giving sexual favors to his boss. He told himself he should probably start looking for something else, because he was sure that sooner or later Hitch was going to get bored of their quick holding-cell flings, and find another reason to give him the boot. Luckily, that day hadn't come yet. He came up to the front doors of the precinct, and opened the double doors, finding the two-desk office space empty. Hitch had already left for the day an hour ago, having been the first to clock in today. Sprout took a quick look around the room, double checked to make sure all of today's reports had been taken care of, and was about to hit the light on his way out when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out of the small pocket on his bandolier, and saw that he had gotten a text from Hitch.

Hitch
Hey, so you should probably be done with your patrol right about now. Unless you had dinner plans, was wondering if you wanted to do pizza at my place. What do you say?

Sprout began to salivate at the thought of pizza after such a long day. Enjoying his favorite food with his favorite pony frankly sounded like the perfect way to end a busy day. He swiped the tip of his hoof across his phone's screen to unlock it, and began inputting his reply.

Sprout
Sure thing. I'll be right over.

He decided to keep it brief and simply left it at that. It had been a couple days since their last fling in the holding cell, but Sprout didn't want to ruin what he considered to be a good thing by asking if that's what Hitch had in mind tonight. Also knowing that his mom would be wondering where he was before too long, he also shot off a text to her letting her know where he would be for the evening.

Sprout
Won't be home just yet. Dinner with Hitch.

With that, he did another quick check of office conditions, then shut off the lights, stepping outside and locking the doors behind him.

It was eight o'clock on the dot, and the last rays of sunlight had fallen below the downtown buildings by now, darkening orange hue in the sky the only sign that it hadn't dipped below the horizon completely just yet. Instead of heading for home, which was almost directly next to the CanterLogic factory, he headed to the right, towards Hitch's house. It had been awhile since he had been over, but it wasn't the first time he had been invited.

Maretime Bay's nightlife had only increased since reunification, now that pegasi and unicorn tourists were becoming more and more common as the weeks passed. It had gotten to the point where business hours across downtown were extended, to the point where the pizza places weren't the only establishments staying open past midnight.

Hitch's paid off house was a block down from the precinct towards the east end of town. It was a simple one-story dwelling not too long after the zoning of Maretime Bay went from business to residential. He turned off of the street and trotted up the walk towards Hitch's front door. He came to the doormat, and stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking, announcing his presence. Even without knowing Hitch's intentions, Sprout couldn't get his mind out of the gutter. If that is what he had in mind, would it happen on the couch? On... On his bed?

His dirty thoughts were interrupted when he heard the doorknob turn, and the front door opened to reveal Maretime Bay's sheriff, Hitch Trailblazer.

"Hey there, Sprout. Glad you could make it," he greeted with a smile.

Sprout smiled in return, and started to step inside, but was stopped when Hitch raised a hoof and put it to his deputy's chest.

"Sprout, just listen for a minute. I need to tell you something, and I'd rather be forward with you now, rather than spring it on you halfway through dinner. I'll admit that things have been... Weird, between us lately, what with what I walked in on a couple weeks ago, and how I... Made you deal with it and keep your job at the same time. For what it's worth, I've enjoyed it, and I won't pretend that you haven't."

Sprout felt his face flush with heat again. But with the way he was talking, it also brought a pang of nervousness. Was he about to put a stop to it? Was he worried about getting caught?

"I've also seen how you've doubled your efforts at work, Sprout. It hasn't gone unnoticed. I'll be honest; after that first night, I really didn't know how to process everything that I started to feel. I just... Dealt with those urges as they've come along these past couple weeks. Now that I've had some time to sort through everything..."

Sprout gulped nervously. Yes it was weird, and certainly ethically questionable on the job, but he certainly didn't want it to stop.

"I want to pay you back, Sprout, and see where things go from here. So tonight would be less of a 'fling', and more of a full-on date, if that's okay with you. What do you say?"

Sprout felt relief wash over him as he saw Hitch's cheeks tint red.

Not about to let this surge of emotion overtake him before their evening even got started, he took another deep breath, and let it out with a smile, as he nodded.

"Yeah, Hitch. I'd love that."