A Janitor's Duty

Present time...

"And then he just walked off with the crate full of alarm clocks I sold to him without saying another word," said the owner of the clockwork shop, Father Time, finishing his explanation of what happened to all of them. "And that's all I know up to this point, son."

You were suspicious of this predicament. What kind of pony would just walk in here, buy all of the alarm clocks available, and just walk off with them like it was nothing unusual? Something in your gut says sabotage, but if it were so, then why? So far as you know, you didn't have any beef with anypony in Equestria, aside from Blueblood, whom you feel is trying to redeem himself for his mistakes. Maybe there's somepony out there who was envious of you? Just thinking about all this made your brain hurt. Right now, you wanted to get to the bigger situation at hand, like how were you going to wake up on time without an alarm clock to annoyingly --but effectively-- get you up and about? You asked the owner for alternatives...

"Is there any way that you can be able to construct another alarm clock before midnight? I need one to help me get off my butt and into my uniform."

Unfortunately, the answer you got was one you did not want.

"Even if I had the parts to make another one, I don't think I'd have time to get it built and ready before midnight. And adding the fact that I got other clocks to construct for other customers that came before you did, my free time is nowhere to be found in my current schedule. I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, so I hope you understand," Father Time said as he was wiping his knuckles clean with a used rag, which could really use the washing machine right about now. He just felt bad about this whole thing, and the guilt that came with it is something he can't really bear. So, he made another offer that  hopefully would suffice.

"But perhaps...I could offer you another clock of a different variety? Like..." he looked around the shop and spotted one that he believed best suited your needs. "Ah, that one?" he walked to the other side of the shop and grabbed a small coo-coo clock that was hanging on the lower walls and then presented it to you. The clock did interest you in a way. To you, coo-coo clocks were just the same as alarm clocks, only bulkier and with more moving parts. Still, it was a good option in a worst-case scenario such as this one.

"However, I should warn you that this is one of my older pieces of work, so the alarm on this may have some problems being able to go off," he added.

Now that sounded like a problem to you. You had trust issues with a lot of things, and this was no exception.

So, basically I'd be buying a clock that could possibly *not** go off when it's supposed to, thus causing problems with my work schedule and would most certainly have my ass out of the gates of Canterlot,* you thought.

You were concerned about this clock the owner was offering, but as you looked around the shop, seeing all the other clocks that seemed way too big or way too tall to fit in your tiny room, it seemed like you had no choice but to go for it. So, you asked Father Time about the quirky clock.

*Sigh* "How much will it cost for that clock, Mr. Time?"

"Oh, well, the price of this would normally be about seventy-five bits, but due to the circumstances of all the alarm clocks being bought and with this being an old model, how about I offer you a twenty-five percent discount on this item?"

The offer intrigued you, so you did the math in your head, even though it was your least favorite subject in your college class. After doing the calculations, the price would equal a roughly estimated fifty-six bits, which was still too much for you, since you only brought twenty-five bits for an alarm clock. Then you remembered, you had that bag of blutes in the drawer of your nightstand back at the castle. If you could quickly head back to your room, you might be able to grab at least one blute and hurry back before the clockwork shop closes. So you asked Father Time...

"Can you please tell me when your shop's gonna close?"

"Well, I generally close at about half an hour from now, but the family and I are having a late supper tonight, so I can stay open for a little while longer if you want," he responded.

Perfect, you thought.

"All right, thanks. Keep that clock on the counter, and I promise I'll come back with some more cash, okay?" you told the owner.

"Alrighty then!" he said with a nod as he was putting the coo-coo clock on the counter. "It'll be right here waiting for you."

You gave the owner a slight wave goodbye before bolting out the front door and began sprinting down the plaza back to the castle. The bell ringing behind you as you left the shop.

You were running as fast as you could, speeding past any and all of the ponies that you encountered. You were on a time limit. You didn't care if it was half an hour of time. All that mattered was that you had to book it to get a single blute from your cash sack and back before Father Time closes his doors. Your brain didn't think of anything but the mission at hand. You felt like you were running a marathon and you were gaining up on the leader. You thought to yourself, If I just hurry and make this trip and go back before sundown, I might be able to have a descent clock on my hands.

Five minutes passed and you were still hauling ass. Even when you could hear your heart racing and feel sweat running down your face, you didn't falter. All those years of high school athletics are starting to pay off for you. You were overclocking your body, pushing it beyond its normal limitations, which was probably a mistake you looked over.

It was then your lungs began running out of oxygen and is starting to use up the spare sacs of air left in them. Your heart felt like it was going to explode at any given moment. Your arms and legs were beginning to feel heavy, and you were sweating more and more profusely as time went on. Clearly, you were not dressed for such an occasion like this and the late afternoon sun was not providing any support as it beams you down with its rays. The breeze you felt before was not there. You could hear your breath growing more desperate for air every time you exhaled. Then your pace started to slow...

Another five minutes passed, but this time, you were on your hands and knees, crawling. You held your head high up for some air, seeing the castle that  looked like it was still miles away. You couldn't tell if you were getting closer or if the castle was moving further away. Every attempt to get up off your hands and knees was painful, like arrows have been shot through your thighs and arms, keeping you down on the ground. But you couldn't give up.

You were a very persistent man in your world. You used to be beaten down by bullies, thugs and people who just didn't like you. But you always got back up. You always showed your enemies that no matter how much you bled, no matter how many bones in your body were broken, you always managed to keep getting up on your own two legs and stand true to your cause. In this case, your enemy was time, and every second seemed like it went by like a nanosecond.

You had to work through the pain, gritting your teeth as you were on your feet, using what reserved energy you had left in your body. The sweat that cools your body evaporated from the surface of your skin. Now you were hotter than you were before, and definitely not in a good way. You had two options at this point. 1: You could keep on suffering in the dreaded heat of the day and increase your chances of having a heat stroke, or 2: You could go inside a nearby shop to cool off and restore some energy so you could continue your journey. You chose the obvious one.

Using what energy you had left, you slowly went into what appeared to be a jewelry store, judging from the sign out front. You opened the door slowly and upon feeling the cool air coming from the ceiling fans, you almost collapsed on the floor. That feeling of cold, refreshing air is something you always wanted when the heat was beating you down. You couldn't fathom how relaxed you now felt after entering the nice, cool shop. You could stay in there until sunset, but, getting your head screwed on straight, you focused back on your current objective. While the air was refreshing and reinvigorating, you were still on a time limit. So, alternating your plan a bit, you decided to stay in the jewelry store for a good five to seven minutes, then it's back out to continue forth on your quest.

However, you began to hear an ominous sound echoing from the back room of the store.

Suck, suck, suck...

You didn't want to believe, but that sound was making it harder not to. You've watched plenty of porn to understand what that sound usually means, but you prayed to God that it wasn't. You tried to ignore it, listening to a song in your head, even doing the childish "cover your ears and make random noises" bit. But it wasn't good enough. In fact, it felt like the sound echoed louder in the store.

Suck, suck, suck...

Then you began to hear moaning. The sexual kind...

You knew it was none of your business, but you began to focus your ears on who's doing the moaning.

Hmm...sounds like...a dude, probably in his teen years -- no -- it's more like a... young adult. Actually, now I can hear the other one. Female, definitely, but old enough to be doing what I think she's doing. Sheesh, sounds like they're *really** going at it back there. Well, whoever they are, I hope they both get off well. Nothing's more disappointing than for a woman to-- wait, ARE THESE WORDS ACTUALLY COMING OUT OF MY IMAGINARY MOUTH!? Aw, man! I gotta get my mind out of the gutter! It's best to leave them alone anyway.*

Shaking your head, you were trying to think of something else to avoid what's going on in the back room. But the noises were not helping you at all. Then there came a sound that drowned out the ones you heard before, and it made your heart skip a beat upon hearing the two words that'll ring in your ears for a good while...

"Oh, Spike!!"

Your throat felt dry, your cheeks were beginning to turn pinkish red, sweat began to form on your forehead, and your eyes were beginning to become wide open.

So *that's** the favor that he talked to me about earlier*, you thought.

You slowly turned your head towards the door to the back room of the jewelry store labeled, "MANAGEMENT." You could see that the door was slightly open inward, but the image was still a little fuzzy. You didn't want any part of what was going on back there, but it has been a long time since you got off, and hearing the noises going on there was actually...getting you horny. The more you listened to Spike and the owner going at it, the harder your little friend was getting, to the point of a bulge appearing on the crotch region of your jean shorts. You didn't want to beat it to a random sex scene happening before you, but you being this aroused was beginning to cloud your vision, blinding you from your current quest. You felt like it was your hard little friend saying it, but the words were coming out of your mouth.

"Well, maybe just one little peak wouldn't hurt much," you said from your dry lips.

So, carefully, you tip-toed on your bare feet, leaving your old flip-flops behind, for you felt like they would generate some noise that would grab the lovers' attention. You had to hone your experience from playing classic Metal Gear games as a kid to carefully sneak more closely to the back door. One wrong move and it's game over. It was then you were stopped by the jewelry counters that blocked your path. You felt like climbing over them should be only in case there was no alternate route, but there had to be some way for the owner to enter and exit the counters. So, taking cover behind the counter, to avoid the potential chance of being spotted, your eyes darted back and forth to look for a small door. And lo and behold there was one just on the other side of the jewelry store.

Time was running short for you to see some of the action. However, you remembered skimming through a book about dragons and seen just a bit of info that male dragons have some pretty damn good stamina. So, while the owner will have climaxed multiple times in one sitting, Spike will only get off once.

Spike may not know it yet, but he could be a potential mares' man.

So, quickly but quietly, you darted towards the door that'll let you get behind the counters. Thankfully, the floor was carpet, so the sound of your footsteps will have been muffled even more, making them practically silent, given the noise that's going on in the back room already. You then looked and saw a lock on the door, which meant you would have to do a small jump over it. The risk here is that even with the carpet muffling your footsteps and the sex going on in the room, your landing would still make a soundly thump. You prayed that it would not create too much noise, but then you heard the owner moaning louder. Sounded like she was going to climax...again. This was a perfect opportunity for you to make your hop over the door, for they couldn't possibly hear the sound of a thump if she was making that much noise. So, counting to three silently, you did one quick but large hop over the door and immediately went into cover behind the counters, just in case.

Taking a quick peek over the counter top, you see the still fuzzy image of Spike going doggy style on the owner over what appeared to be a desk. You then crawled towards the slightly open door, making sure that they didn't see you along the way.

Upon reaching the door, you stood upright, your body flat against the wall. You were about to peek through the slightly open door, when all of a sudden, your common sense began to kick in.

Am I actually doing this? Am I actually f**king doing this? When did my life suddenly turn into me being a Peeping Tom? you thought to yourself.

Here I am, about to jerk off to watching my best friend --my *BEST FRIEND*-- going to town with the jewelry store owner. Have I no f**king decency and dignity left in me? *Sigh* I shouldn't be doing this. Hell, I shouldn't even be here. What if they spot me beating my meat while they were having their time alone? My ass can get arrested, or worse, whipped!

You were having a silent argument with your brain and your little friend, who was threatening to pop out of your shorts, zipped up or not, when suddenly you realized the noises of pleasure had stopped... Then you heard Spike's voice.

"You know, if you're going to watch us having sex, you can at least ask, bro."