A Janitor's Duty

Your heart sank to your feet, your sweat came back to cover your face, and speaking of, your whole face was glowing red like the nose of Rudolph. You felt like you were being constricted by a snake, wrapping its coils around your body, for your breathing was getting shorter and shorter. It was then you heard that voice again, almost in the same deadpan tone as the last one you heard not a few seconds before.

"Come on, man. I know you're there, so just...come on out," said Spike.

You heard who it was, and you wanted to do what he said, but you still stood there against the wall, completely motionless. You were frozen in place. Words didn't come out of your mouth, but what was going on in your mind was a different story.

F**k, f**k, F**K!! I should've known this was gonna happen! I should've f**kin KNOWN!! Now I'm in deeper sh*t than I was to begin with! Why didn't I just leave them alone!? Why didn't I just let them do their thing!? *AND WHY DO I STILL HAVE A RAGING BONER*!?!

You would think that your little friend would have gone soft after getting caught, but not only was it still throbbing in your shorts, but you felt like it was getting even harder. Soon, your zipper will be unable to handle the pressure put on it.

But back to the matter at hand, you had to do something or you felt that Spike or the manager of the jewelry store would notify the police. Then you heard Spike's voice again...

"Look, we're not gonna call the police, but you at least need to explain yourself. Come on, man. Don't make this harder than it is already (no pun intended)."

A slight giggle can be heard from the manager.

She got the joke.

Spike was right, though. You had to explain why you were going to peek at them going at it like dogs in heat. So, calming yourself with a couple of sighs, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, you released yourself from the wall and turned to the slightly open door. There, you could see Spike with his arms crossed and his pink, throbbing package hanging. You look over his shoulder, seeing the manager of the store, Ruby Gem, covering her large, plump breasts and private bits with only her arms and hands, which didn't really help the situation at hand. You then turned your eyes back to Spike, who looked to be growing more impatient and waiting for a response from you.

"Well?" he said, his arms still crossed and tapping his left foot.

Wetting your dry lips a bit and letting out a big sigh, you began to give your explanation.

"Alright, here's how it went down," you took in a big inhale. "I was running from the clockwork shop back to the castle because someone bought all the alarm clocks for some charity bologna that I've never heard about, but the owner of the shop offered me a coo-coo clock with a discount that was still too high a price for me since I only brought enough bits for a regular alarm clock. So, I asked him when he was closing so I could run to the castle to get some more cash in my room and come back for the clock he was offering. He said he was gonna close a bit late since his family was having a late supper, which was the perfect opportunity for me to go and get more cash so I could buy the clock, so I told him to keep it on the counter and I began running for my life to get the castle as fast as I could."

You stopped to take another deep breath before continuing your explanation.

"But as you can see what I'm wearing, running in something other than gym clothes isn't really the best plan one could have, so as time went on, I began running out of energy and started crawling on my hands and knees, begging for oxygen, and do NOT take that out of context! With my time and breath running short, I chose to go into one of the stores, such as this one, to cool off and regain my energy to continue my journey. That was until I heard you guys having your private moment back here. I tried to ignore it, I tried to let it go, but no! I was getting aroused by the noises and sounds you guys were making, so I thought 'maybe one peek wouldn't be so bad, y'know?' I kept quiet until I came up to the door to see you guys going at it like rabbits, but then my common sense kicked in, and possibly at the worst time, too!"

After saying those last few words, you were officially out of breath. You leaned on the side of the door with your right arm, panting like you were running again. It took only a few more gasps of air to let you conclude your explanation to Spike...

"A-a-a-a-and that's how I ended up here, at the back room door, with a raging boner still."

You went back to gathering air for your shriveled up lungs. You looked up to see Spike still standing there with his arms crossed. You hoped the information now laid on the table would be your "Get Out of Jail Free" card. After regaining the proper oxygen capacity for normal breathing, you stood upright, now waiting for a response from your half-naked best friend. You could see him using his "thinking" face. You know, the eyes looking up at the ceiling, the finger tap on the cheek, the one raised brow; "thinking" face. Meanwhile, your boner was still creating a bulge in your shorts, and it doesn't seem to be going down anytime soon. You had to find some way of getting rid of it. Then it hit you: think of sad things! Nothing kills a boner or a lady boner more than sad thoughts. So you used the basic ones to see if it'll do the trick to getting rid of your rock hard ally.

Come on, now. Let's see. Uhh, dead kittens?

You checked to see if your boner went down a tad. No dice.

Damn! Okay then. Umm, Two Foals One Cup?

Still nothing.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! Alright, gotta try harder. Ehh, putting a sick dog down!

Not even a change in size.

Are you serious right now?

You didn't think your boner was going down, no matter how many depressing thoughts you were throwing at it. But then you had one that would be your trump card against your little friend; one that although will make your boner soft and unusable for sex or masturbation, but it will ultimately leave you depressed as well. Keeping your mouth closed but gritting your teeth, you threw the most depressing thought that will surely do the trick to make your little friend soft once more.

I can never go back to my old friends and family. I can never go back to my old life again. I am...forever alone in this dimension...

...That did the trick. Your boner was softening up and began shrinking down back to normal size, to where the big bulge in your shorts could barely be seen. It was effective, no doubt, but now you were all kinds of depressed. You were now having second thoughts about using that thought. Now you didn't even know if the journey for this clock was even worth it anymore. A tear was beginning to form on your right eye. That was until Spike snapped his fingers at you to regain your attention, now wondering why you were about to cry.

"Hey, man. Is everything cool?" he asked.

You didn't want to tell him the truth behind your tear, for you didn't think he was a fan of sob stories. You didn't want to kill his boner, too, especially while he was in the middle of pumping Ruby like a bike tire. So, wiping the potential tear from your eyelids, you said...

"Well, excluding the situation at hand, yeah, I'm fine...for now."

Spike was just about to say something when Ruby butted in the conversation you two were having.

"You know, Spike, there is an alternative to this predicament," she said with a flirtatious voice, her one hand on her lover's shoulder.

You were guessing what she was aiming at, but you were a man of confirmation. You didn't accept information until that sh*t was validated. However, you were honestly hoping she wasn't going for that alternative, because that would mean all that hard work getting rid of your boner would have been for naught. You had your fingers crossed behind your back for the best, but with the way she expressed this "alternative," you also had to assume the worst. Ruby continued on...

"You could ask your friend here if he would like to join our little session..."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you were pretty sure Spike's heart did as well. The worst was now confirmed, and you could feel your little friend getting rock solid again.

All those sad thoughts for nothing...fan-f**king-tastic.

Spike's face was flushed as well as yours was. Hearing that coming from the manager, who is normally refined and classy, is something you wouldn't quite expect. Crazy as it sounded in your head, you assumed that you weren't dealing with Ruby at all, but rather her slutty, evil twin who's obsessed with the pleasure of nonstop sex. Kinky, but creepy at the same time. You didn't mind a bit of sex, but you had limits just like anyone who would have some dignity left in them. It was then you heard Ruby's seductive voice again...

"I know he's not as big as a colt, but I've always wondered what it's like to have a human inside me..."

You were focused on Ruby's face, whose gaze you couldn't directly pinpoint to where it was staring.

Basically, you couldn't tell if she was looking at your face, or your dick.

Then something worse followed up, you saw Spike's thinking face again. Not good.

Is he really thinking about her suggestion!? Really, legitimately thinking about it!? I mean I know I'm your best friend, but there are lines friends shouldn't consider crossing over! you complained in your mind.

It's pretty painful to refuse having a threesome, especially with a bod like Ruby Gem's. Oh man, did she have curves like a French model, and with her current age, it was pretty impressive how she's able to keep it. No wonder some colts would want her than the jewelry she sells. From those melon-sized breasts to her plump, soft, round rump, you wondered if she actually did model in her younger days. Then you wondered what it would feel like to be in between those fluffy pillows on her chest, and to feel the warmth coming from her wet, dripping pussy; to be thrusting back and forth in her, feeling the walls of her vag clenching onto your rock hard c**k, the both of you letting out a pleasurable moan as you and Ruby -- uh, just a moment.

[Author smacking himself to get back on track]

**Bbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrr!!* Alright, back to reality. Sorry about that.*

A-a-a-a-a-a-anyway, you were waiting for a response from Spike, hoping that his answer will be no. You really didn't have time to be fooling around with the manager, especially when the clock's still ticking. Every minute that passed by meant the window to get that coo-coo clock at the shop was getting smaller and smaller. You turned your head a slight to get a good view of the shop's glass door and saw the shadows were longer than when you got here. Then you heard Spike's voice, in which your head turned to him.

"Well..." he started.

Please no, please no, PLEASE NO, you were begging in your mind.

"...I really don't see the harm in it. So, why not?" he answered.

Sh*tballs!

It was then he looked to you, and asked you the request you didn't want to accept.

"Waddya say, pal? You want in on this?" he offered.

You already knew the answer to that question, but for some reason, it was hard for you to say it aloud. Your brain was saying no in all the languages of your world, but your little friend said otherwise. And then the argument flared up again between your brain and your dick, as weird as that sounds. You were now struggling to give Spike your answer, which felt easy, but is now a pain to do so. You were gritting your teeth again, your eyes shut tight, your head turning left and right rapidly, your hands running through your hair. You were on the verge of panicking, when finally, you let out an exhausted sigh, opened your eyes to look at your friend, and began to give your answer.

"I-I-I-I can't. I'm already on a tight schedule as it is. Time's running short for me, and I only got about like twenty one minutes left to get to the castle and run all the way back to the clockwork shop to purchase the clock I need to wake me up on time. To be involved in this would only make that time shorter, and time isn't really something I have at this point. So, I appreciate the offer, Spike, buddy, but my answer's gonna have to be no. Sorry."

"Nah, it's completely cool, man. I respect your decision. I already have a lot going on, too, as you can, heh, clearly see," your friend said turning to Ruby, whose arms where now wrapped around his left arm. A cute smile was on her face, waiting for her lover to return with her to the back room. It was then she began tugging on his arm, just like a child wanting their parents' attention.

"Well," Spike continued,"I should be getting back to my business as well as you should. A certain someone wants to get back to what we were doing before." He pointed to Ruby who was now yanking on his arm, pulling him into the back room with her.

Hopefully they'll keep the door closed all the way this time, you thought.

"Heh, well alright then. Stay classy, Spike," you said as you were going over the jewelry counter, walking back towards your flip-flops and putting them on one foot at a time. As you were about to open the door, Spike called for your attention once more.

"Oh hey, bro! Remember, this little awkward moment here? It never happened. ¿Comprende?"

"¡Sí, señor!" you replied, giving your friend the nod that it was...yet another dirty little secret to keep. Spike then disappeared behind the door, closing it shut this time so that a similar situation you were just in won't happen for anyone else.

So, opening the door, you felt the warm late summer air again, only this time it wasn't threatening to give you a heat stroke. Taking in a deep breath you turned to the castle, and the sun descending right behind it. You already wasted enough time getting yourself out of the sticky situation you were in, and the clock was winding down even faster. Taking in another breath, you were on the path again, sprinting for your life towards the castle to get to your room and hopefully make it back to purchase that clock.

The outside air felt cooler than it was when you were running before, but it was what you needed to keep going. The breeze was back to cool your face, and it felt great. You weren't gonna let anything else hinder your progress towards completing your quest. Now you were certain the castle was getting closer, for you could see the front steps to the main door. You then kicked it into high gear, overclocking your body once more, but you weren't as worried about falling apart like you did before.

The castle was in sight. You were panting like a dog in a sauna, your sweat was drenching the pits and back of your shirt. You couldn't give up now, not when you were at least at the half way point. But there was one thing that was going to be a difficult obstacle to overcome:

The castle's main steps.