Takes The Cake

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 1

What is the price of a dislocated shoulder? If you asked the Spa Sisters, they’d tell you it was one hour of sauna time, no additional cost. It’s what they had told Carrot Cake. Earlier the baker had drawn the short straw, getting saddled with Bulk Biceps as his masseur. It wasn’t a necessary part of his occasional spa visit. To be honest Carrot would’ve been just fine without a massage to cap off his afternoon of therapeutic mud baths and the wispy smoke of burning incenses, but his package included a massage, and they weren’t going to reimburse him “one massage’s worth” of the total price.

The business day had been close to over, and the other massage practitioners were already tending to their last clients. So, Carrot took a chance with Bulk, if only to get his money’s worth.

After five minutes of being river stomped by 500 pounds of pressure pinpointed through Bulk’s tiny, calloused hooves, Carrot was ready to call it quits. He truly believed that in a way he was losing more money by letting the giant prod out all the relaxation he had accumulated before he lied—was thrown—on the massage table. Every stab of those weight-bearing hooves, so dangerously close to his spine, was another bit out the window. Finally, Bulk relieved the lanky stallion by lifting off and landing beside the table with a flutter of his tiny wings.

That was enough. However, Carrot hadn’t so much as lifted his head to voice his “remarkably swift satisfaction” before Bulk’s forehooves forced themselves between the baker’s stomach and the table. It was Bulk’s signature flip, he did it with all his clients. Just one swift upward fling of both his hooves… and Carrot, being a tad scrawnier that what Bulk was used to, was sent twirling off the table and landed on his shoulder.

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

So now the spa was closing and Carrot had a sauna all too himself for the next hour. Truly his shoulder only ached a bit, but this was a “Please don’t sue us” curtesy. Letting the warm vapors saturate his coat he thought of how odd of a fear that was. He couldn’t recall anypony ever filing a lawsuit against anything in Ponyville, and boy did they ever have many an opportunity to do so. But despite having a judge, or at least he was pretty sure she was a judge, she had a gavel on her flank… not that he was staring. His thoughts were derailed as memories of Cup Cake rolling her eyes and playfully batting his leg came to mind, Eye candy is over here Sugar Plum. She’d say that every time with a shake of her generously proportioned behind. Every time she caught him eying some tight little thing, she’d remind him where the real goods were.

“Sweet licorice sticks I miss her already”, he muttered as he leaned back letting his towel slip away from his hips, not that there was any chilling breeze to grace the sweaty nooks and crannies. She had only been gone a day. Just one more week and his lovely, bountifully endowed wife would be back from her mother’s place in Hoofington, foals in tow. Just one week without those beautiful pink eyes and the scent of that swirled mane, that swirled tail.

He started to feel a twinge between his legs.

Yeah, that swirly strawberry tail, swaying side to side over the voluptuous globes of cushioned rear. Flanks of myth and legend, and the forbidden treasure they housed between them, behind that same strawberry tail. The twinge becomes a throb as he thinks back to the night before she departed. Their little farewell romp. The kids were asleep, Pinkie Pie was out and the bed springs were grunting in agony as the married lovers lost themselves in each other’s sweaty contortions as they rode, grinded, slurped and thrusted into intimate parts with sounds hot and wet, over and over, again and a few times more. A week’s worth of steamy loving packed into one night, to help the two get through the coming time apart. Their hips ached like no other by the time they were done and that ache still lingered just a bit. And it felt like it was increasing.

Carrot peered down to see his stallionhood had come to partial attention from the thoughts of that all-night rutting. His Honey Bun, miles away and she could still do that to him. He chuckled at himself and was calm as ever as he just leaned back against the wall and enjoyed the moist heat clouding the room. There was no concern, he still had the better part of his hour left and he wasn’t even at full mast. Those Spa Sisters weren’t going to peer in, scared as they were of the ever-mythical Ponyvillian lawsuit. His rod would have come to a calm before he had to leave, as long as he kept his thoughts clear—

The door came open and in stepped another stallion.

On second thought, maybe Carrot would sue them and make history. But the larger male wasn’t Bulk Biceps as he had thought while he quickly crossed his legs trying to hide is mottled little friend. The stallion spoke, “Oh sorry, couldn’t remember is she said third room on the left or right pal—” yellow coated with brown mane, the unicorn’s voice took on a tone of familiarity as Carrot still fumbled for his towel. “’Is that you, Carrot Cake?”

Just leave already—wait. Donut Joe?

“Son of a gun, it is” all awkwardness aside, Donut Joe waltzed right it at the sight of a familiar face. Well there was still some awkwardness at play. Carrot’s towel had dropped to his ankles it seemed and he didn’t know what it was but his length wasn’t going down just yet. Either it was as surprised as he was or he was kinking a vessel with the way his legs with crossed.

Carrot used his best casual tone, “Joe, I haven’t seen you since the Seven Sugars Social in Canterlot”. All the time he was hoping the steam was thick enough to mask any slip ups.

Joe trudged close, nothing but a towel around his waist as he took a seat beside Carrot.

Right next to me? Sour gum drops, thought Carrot.

“Yeah, that was, what, 2 years ago?” Joe said as he casually reclined, resting his head on his forehooves.

Carrot kept the chat going. With enough talk his mind would be occupied enough to let his little friend go away. “Yes, Cup Cake and I couldn’t make it last year with the twins on the way and all.”

“Twins?” Joe questioned as he looked over Carrot, which made the smaller baker even more nervous as the larger stallion must have felt that something was up. He just had to keep talking.

“Sure are, one boy and one girl”, Carrot then threw in a new topic before Joe could press for details, because that always lead down the same road and there was only so many times that one could put up with the “your wife might be cheating on you” look that came as soon as he said the words pegasus and unicorn. Every single time.

“What brings you to Ponyville this time around?” Carrot asked calmly as he shifted a bit. He wondered if Joe saw anything coming in, but also was glad the bigger stallion chose to sit beside him where he couldn’t notice any slips beneath Carrot’s leg’s if he shifted too much.

Joe replied, “Came down for an order of caramel from that Bon Bon mare. You know her.”

“Makes the best candies, syrups and caramel this side of Equestria.”

“Well you’re lucky you live in the same town as her. Imagine catchin’ the train all the way out here just to find out her marefriend ‘tainted’ my order.”

“Tainted?”

“I didn’t even want to know,” Joe sighed, “So, long story short, she hoofs me a coupon for a free pampering as a sorry for the extra day or so that I’ll be around.” He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He was starting to get a few droplets about his form, sliding along the swells of muscle beneath his heaving coat.

Carrot shifted in place again. And then his eye caught something. He had been trying to keep eye contact with Joe the whole time as not to appear like he was hiding anything. Apparently, he was the only one even trying to hide something. Sitting right beside him, Carrot Cake got a clear view of a large bulge running along Joe’s leg. Carrot’s eyes forgot all about keeping on Joe’s face as they went wide, his lips parting slightly in awe either from the irony or the sheer size of engorged stallionhood. The towel could not keep it at bay as it hoisted the cloth above Joe’s thigh with nothing but blood-engorged flesh. Had Joe’s towel not been tucked so tight there would be tent pitching between those thighs, a big top.

Holy hot crossed buns. It’s big as my hoof!

Maybe an exaggeration, but it was still no doubt impressive, well-proportioned to a pony of Joe’s size and bit beyond so. Carrot felt a stirring in his lower belly and he can’t help but squirm in his crossed leg position a bit. The erection he was hiding seemed like a trivial matter next to this thick display of male virility next to him. He felt uneasy. Jealous? No. But an odd swirl of emotion that seemed to bring his cock back up to half mast, and it had been calming down so well too.

The thin baker didn’t notice he had been staring until Joe’s laughter boomed through the steam-filled room. He snapped out of it, a flush coloring his face as he was about to spout his apologies. But Joe came in with a, “And this thing is why I’m in a sweat shack.” The unicorn’s horn lights up and the towel starts to slip away from his waste.

Carrot was still caught up in trying to piece a solid sentence together, to regain some traction in this conversation. “Guh ja… wha?” he sputtered.

Then came the grand unveiling. Joe leans back in full luxury mode, thighs spread to give way for the marvelous specimen of swollen stallion cock. Carrot certainly felt dwarfed now. He could now admir—see the veins popping up here and there along the dark shaft’s contours. One vein travelled along the entire length of the sexual monolith and Carrot traced its path up to the wide flare that capped Joe’s girth. At the top a bead of moisture, whether it be sweat, dew or something else, rolled over the rim and down along the pulsing vessel. It urged Carrot to follow the vein back down to the base, stopping at the sheath, just above two plump and heavy—

Carrot snaps out of it with a shake of his head. “I-I..” his words were like syrup caught in his mouth. Joe belts out another boom of laughter. “It’s… you’re lucky,” was all the smaller baker could say as he waited for Joe to stop laughing. He crossed his legs a little tighter, there was that same mysterious swirling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

Joe stops with a content sigh, “You’d think so, but once this bad boy gets started he doesn’t tap out so easily. Saw one too many fine flanks strutting around here. Nice girls, them Spa Sisters. Told me I could squat in here until the edge is off.” An all-knowing smile, “You clearly know where I’m coming from.”

Sigh. Of course he knew.

Nonetheless, secret exposed or not, Carrot keeps his legs crossed. Something just felt off about following suit and whipping it out in front of another stallion, no matter how well acquainted. It was the ultimate tier of nudity. Letting it out would be like crossing into a territory that he was not familiar with, Carrot felt, the same one where he’d find that roiling feeling that had been kicking around in his core since he first noticed Joe’s bulge. It egged him on, kept him hard and twitching in that embarrassing place beneath his thighs, but he kept his legs crossed. Joe seemed to be quick on the uptake, “Yeah it’s alright, I get that most ponies ain’t comfortable showing their stuff, even to friends. Want I should cover up?” All of this said with another smile Carrot had come to know. It was the smile of his occasional competitor, but full-time comrade. Bakers, they looked out for each other.

That smile, it played at the swirling feeling and made it feel more comforting from the inside. Carrot paused for a moment, until he couldn’t help but laugh. He thought about it, all of it. He was being silly, so silly about of this. With a content sigh he swung one leg off the other and up sprung his erection, now harder than it was earlier, but Carrot can’t seem to pay that any mind as he reveled in the freedom. He heard Joe whistle in appraisal beside him. “Nice piece,” the unicorn complimented.

“Why thank you,” Carrot replied with a smirk.

“Too many fine flanks.”

“Actually, this one is curtesy of my wife.”

“Well I wasn’t gonna think it was my doing,” Joe joked.

Carrot gave a guffaw and before he could stop himself it started coming out, “Well, maybe when I was in college you might hav—” Carrot clamped his mouth shut, his eye flared wide, but it was too late. Joe had heard it all if the way his ears perked was any indication.

The donut maker’s mouth pouted in query. His tone was even, but had just a dash of caution as asked, “When you were in college maybe what?”

Carrot’s lip squirmed as if making them do any sort of movement would help the right fib to come pouring out of them. Sadly, no alternative to the truth came to mind, but could he afford to voice that piece of his bio. That particular tidbit posed a threat to the relationship between the two stallions, and just when things had become nice and casual. They were alone, sitting closer together than any two stallions should when their members were both at attention, one more impressively than the other, but Carrot had finally become okay with it. More than okay? No. Just okay. But things may not be okay if Joe thought—

“Played both sides of the field?” Joe smirked and leaned in, “Had your taste of colts back in the day, Carrot?”

The swirling was back and expanding this time, filling him up with a cloudy heat to the point that every inch of his skin felt comparatively chilly in the steamy room. It wasn’t far from the mark. He had found the idea titillating once upon a time. The mares about campus just hadn’t given him the time of day so he considered the alternative. Strongly considered. He had opened his mind to the aspects of a stallion and found that it could work. He understood them better and they were a Tartarus of a lot easier to talk to. That had just left the physical aspects.

He had spent a week mustering up the courage to buy one of those magazines. Kickstand Monthly, it was called and very appropriately so. Only one page in and he was greeted by the sight of a stallion sitting spread eagle on a workout bench display an intimidating length of cock reaching past his thighs for Carrot’s appraisal. And if the size alone wasn’t enough to impress, from this leviathan hung a five-pound weight on a string tied in a bow just around the medial ring. The stallion’s enormous penis held the weight over a foot above the floor without a hint of droop as it pointed proudly just above the horizontal plane. After staring longer than he would’ve liked to admit for “just a looksee”, Carrot took in the rest of this stallion. Even as a newcomer to this he knew it was a handsome stud he was looking at. The barely visible stubble of coarse bristles along his sculpted jaw added a rugged charm to his lips, made only for kisses firm and rough. A pair a chocolate brown eyes were half lidded behind strands of mane that had become matted from a good workout sweat, beckoning and aggressive. This stud’s face was cocky incarnate, a prime example of dominance.

Carrot would turn more pages from that point on, getting an eyeful of biceps bulging along limbs, unhindered views of the dark puckers below a stallion’s tail as he spread his toned rump wide apart for ogling. Different pictures offering different angles and various positions, and Carrot liked everything his eyes could see from the chiseled abs to the swollen orbs that dangled temptingly between a stud’s thighs.

He had spent the rest of that day locked in his room doing the obvious. By the time he had made the fifth mess of his sheets he was certain he’d be crossing over to the other team. Find a nice guy and start a relationship.

But, as luck would have it, he hadn’t completely given up on mares. As luck would have it, he met Cup Cake a week later. After spending three days together he had firmly decided that he had just experienced a phase, brought on by his desperate loneliness at the time. It would be a dead chapter in his life that hadn’t even crossed his mind, until now.

Now, Carrot had a hunky male giving him a waiting look. Joe was still leaned in close enough for Carrot to pick up a dull, but undeniable hint of his musk in the wet air. Joe adds an eyebrow quirk to his already cocksure smile.Cocky incarnate. An excited twitch runs through the lithe baker’s cock, the ache and bob of his quivering length snapping him out of Joe’s gaze. Carrot cleared his throat, “No, not a taste. I was just… I was having a phase.”

“Phase, huh? You never—”

“No,” another clearing of his throat, “I met my wife before I could… try anything. But, I’m over it.”

Joe decided to give Carrot some room, lounging back into his reclined position. “Over it? You never even got started,” a deep, low laugh he gave, “It’s a shame. I’ll tell you what I woulda done had I met you in college.” The smile creasing his visage was something more perverse than cocksure.

That made Carrot’s ears perk. “You mean you’re—"

“Woulda been one Tartarus of a ride. Tight little pair of sweet cheeks like yours,” said in a glossy timbre with a waggle of the eyebrows.

Carrot felt the most insistent throb yet from his stallionhood. Okay, time to get out of here.

“I… I think we’ve been in hear too long,” he said.

Joe gave his shoulder a firm pat, unshorn fetlock brushing his coat. “Just messin’ with ya, but yeah I’ve had enough of with stewin’ in this box. Mind if I just wrap it up?”

Wrap it up? Carrot Cake had formed the most absurd thought at those last words, but that’s all it could have been. Absurd. Donut Joe, as upfront as he was had to possess at least enough shyness, lacked just enough of the balls it would’ve taken to start jerk—

As the smaller baker should have known from that first glance, Joe did have the balls, just below a generous-sized hard-on being grasped by a shaggy hoof. Carrot’s pupils shrunk as right there and then he watched Joe begin to stroke himself off without even scooting over a tad as if there wasn’t another pony in the sauna, another stallion.

Carrot’s brain raced for the next course of action? He thought of asking the larger baker what the buck he was doing, but it was stupidly obvious. A look between awe and anxiety took over his features as Joe picked up the pace on stroking that mammoth length of his. A dollop or clear fluid started to form at the bulging tip before it spilled down in a tiny rivulet to be rubbed away by Joe’s steady pumping. Carrot couldn’t help, but trace down again, this time not denying himself a good look at Joe’s hefty testicles. The plump orbs where pushed up together in the crevasse of Joe’s thighs, the folds of skin bunching a little as one rested slightly higher than the other in the small space. Sweat coated them like dew and gave them a glisten as the scrotum began to dance before his eyes. The hoof working that massive shaft above those fat balls was picking up speed and they soon began bouncing in time with Joe’s pumping.

Joe’s voice came, “You know if this is bothering you…”

Carrot Cake didn’t notice his mouth had been a little agape until he swallowed to answer, pulling himself away from the prize between the larger baker’s legs. A warmth came to his face at the realization he’d been staring again, but it was nothing compared to a surging heat down below. He crosses his legs again, failing to hide anything, his little friend almost slapping his belly as it went atwitch. The sight only seemed to please Joe. Unintentionally, it was a really sexy move Carrot had just done, one slender thigh, when swung over the other made the smaller baker’s stallionhood sway with the motion, to and throe, before pointing steady at the ceiling, glossed in a sheen of sweat.

He gives that smug smirk of his again and Carrot felt a thump inside his chest. Joe says, “It’d be less awkward if we’re both finishing up, don’t ya think?”

“You want me to… right next to a… stallion?” as the word passed his lips Carrot felt a shudder run down his spine. The thought was like a sprinkling naughty taboo from head to loin.

Joe had slowed down his hoof’s piston-like movement, “If you want to just admire the show I ain’t got no qualm with that Carrot, but you’d probably have a better time thinkin’ about some pretty thing on that piece of yours. And hey, if ya finish first you won’t have to see the mess I’m about to unload on this floor.” And with a content snort he was back to work, provoking the beast between his legs.

Carrot squeezed his hindlegs tighter together as Joe gave a throaty grunt, so close it made his ears thrum with heat. He had a choice to make. He could sit and watch, endure this for however long it could take to get that large, marvelous, mouthwat—that thing to get off. Or…

Carrot uncrossed his legs, slowly. He ears filled with the sound of his own heart pounding at what he was about to do. He spread his legs open just as Joe had widened his own. There was probably room for those balls to dance freely as the stroking grew more vigorous, Carrot thought as their legs touched. He closed his eyes and began on himself, glad that the shoulder pain wasn’t attached to his favorite hoof.

I’ve got a pretty thing to think of alright.

Cup Cake would be the saving grace to get him through this. There would be no distraction that could compare. Not the sounds of lustful grunting booming so closely into his heating ear, nor the firm touch of the broad flank that pressed into his own, completely outsizing it. Not even as he could feel the beefy bundles of muscle bunch up and relax with the rocking of Joe’s hips, rubbing all the while into Carrot’s cutie mark. The three cakes sizzled and melted all at once across his skin as the muscular side of flank bumped and brushed against them.

Carrot bit his lip as the blood began to really pump into the turgid shaft of precum-spilling cock, jutting more proudly than ever from between his thighs. Pre dribbled steadily down his well-sized, but not Joe-sized, shaft to coat his hoof as he stroked in earnest. So far along and without a thought about Cup Cake yet. He heard Joe give something close to a snarl. The sound was primal like a hard rutting in the wilderness. It burned into the smaller baker’s ears, traveled down his shuddering spine and grasped someplace deep inside his hips where it pinched with a pressure that started to build at the base of his cock. He couldn’t help but let out a subdued moan from the pleasure, still stroking himself next to a larger, stronger, more assertive stallion as he too stroked his more impressive, more virile, more potent smelling hard-on.

Smell? With his eyes closed Carrot’s other senses had more room to stretch and things that were blocked out earlier by conversation and nervous dread were now coming to conscious thought. The first thing was the steamed heat in the air reminding him how hot the sauna was. Then came Joe’s deep grunts of lust, worming their way into his ears and down along his shaft. Each booming sound like Joe was giving his dick a stroke by voice alone. After that, the firm bumping of his flank against Joe’s firm slab of rump sent electric sparks from his cutie mark that went running up his shaft and made it throb everything time those muscular glutes ground against the three cakes. All the extra stimulation made him extra arousable, extra augmenting extra, and helped him forget how awkward this was supposed to be. But they were nothing compared to what he smelled.

There was the smell of sweat, and then there was the unfiltered musk greeting Carrot’s nose. With a mere whiff he was almost bowled over. It was thick and it was primal. With his eyes closed he knew, this was sex made into smell, a male’s desire to rut in aroma form. The flavor of unwashed stallion touched his taste buds as his mouth was agape, and a moan escaped him as only a hint of pungent stallion filled his mouth as surely as any cock could. It was like a preview to the bulky source sitting next to him. A flavor sample of the sweat that coated every inch of the donut maker’s coat, matted his mane and collected in crevices where his natural scent had been secreted and fermenting throughout the day. The flavor of the real source of his musk. That large pecker that made a spillage of precum and the pair of round plums that had had a long day in the sun to gather sweat between those thighs.

His arousal ramps up with a heated moan, letting his tongue loll to drown in that exhilarating musk. The pinch at the base of his cock became a squeeze and the whole shaft went iron-stiff as it readied for an approaching orgasm. That’s when he heard the tinkling sound next to him. The sound of a horn at work. He opens his eyes, his dark world replaced with a sight hotter than the sun in Canterlot. Joe was now using his magic to fondle those fleshy spheres of his with a good roll and jostle. He was close. Carrot could tell by the real show going on above the scrotum. If Joe’s dick had looked excited before, it was now on the verge of bursting. The entire length was throbbed angrily and its girth sported new network of veins that weren’t there the first time Carrot looked, nor the second. Still, none of that was more telling than the flared tip that was rhythmically bulging with a fervor and bulged wider each time as it brimmed with that salty river of pre.

This was different than having a look at studs posing in a still frame. No, Carrot looked, not out of shock, but out of the near-orgasm urge to enjoy the sight of a real, handsome cock about to cum before his very eyes.

And cum it did.

Joe slammed his jerking hoof on his base one last time and nearly roared through his gritted teeth as that enormous stallionhood gave one last powerful throb before a pent-up load erupted out.

Carrot watched. Watched the ropes of thick cream fire out of the behemoth’s fat tip with enough force to punch a hole through paper. The forceful display of climax sent Carrot over. Joe's second shot of cum had just landed halfway across the room as the squeeze from earlier became a tight vice of pressurized pleasure at the base of his cock and pushed him over the edge. His orgasm was not nearly as copious, nor as forceful, but he kept getting his eyeful of Joe’s package with bated, moaning breath as spurt after spurt of both males covered various portions of the tiled floor. Despite climaxing first, Joe still managed a good two spurts after Carrot’s orgasm had run its course. With a pleasured exhale Carrot’s stallionhood started to wind down, spent from an amazing orgas—

Oh, sweet Celestia what had he just done!? He just—with a—Cup Cake, he hadn’t even thought about his wife for over a second. That was all Joe that got him off. All Joe that had brought him over the edge. Joe, just by sitting next to him. He had just masturbated to the thought of a stallion. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not again. It was a phase. He’d put that far behind him when he met the perfect mare. How could he—

Blood pumped in thunderous bursts through every vein in his body. The moist heat in the air bared down on him. He hadn’t looked at Joe yet, not even to see if his enormous prize was happy and tuckered out after a good release. He’d have to turn to him though. Turn and say something.

Or not. Joe had already gotten up and, holding his towel with his horn, was mopping up the streamers of salty batter that painted the floors. Carrot was startled as his own towel is levitated from the floor by his hooves and used to mop up his mess too. He looked up at Joe, working his jaw for something to say. What could he say though? Words were lost in a jumble of shame at himself, pangs of fear and most of all an inner whorl of confusion, which Joe seemed to notice and misinterpret.

“What? You don’t think they’d ever let you back in here if you left the tiles covered in spunk did ya?” he jokes.

Carrot’s lips gape a bit and he shuts them with a throat clearing, “N-no… that wouldn’t…” And that’s as far as his brain can go this lap.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m getting out of here. Already made my heart race once, ain’t smart to press your luck twice in sauna,” another smirk, so sure in himself, “And I’m definitely gonna need to sit back down if I stare at your sweet flank for another minute.”

And like that he leaves with a chuckle. It was just Carrot in the sauna now left to wonder things, the most important being: Was Joe staring at him during the…?

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

Carrot didn’t linger long and vacated the sauna noting that he still had 20 minutes going by the clock in the hallway, but was leaving anyway. He went straight to the shower stalls in need of a good rinse for more reasons than one. He chose one far away from another that was in use. Joe was in there no doubt. A cold shower. Why didn’t he just come in here?

Come in here…

Carrot decided to stop questioning things until his mind got itself out of the post-masturbatory gutter. Not to mention he’d have to ask himself the worst question of all. Why didn’t he just leave the sauna as soon as Joe started?

He washed and rinsed, managed to get out before Joe, not that he was avoiding him or anything, and made it to the lockers. He put on his hat and fumbled with the apron strings more that his hooves usually did and then headed for the lobby. He got slowed down a bit by the Spa Sisters for a minute or two, but he thanked them and assured them he was satisfied, achy shoulder aside,and he was out the door.

Joe stepped out just behind Carrot, apparently the sisters didn’t want to talk much about his reason for getting extra sauna time. Carrot had to stop and meet the other baker face to face as his name was called. Well, time to put my hoof in my mouth again, thought Carrot.

However, that didn’t happen. It was amazing, really. Joe chatted it up with him right in front of the building they had just pleasured themselves in. Pleasured themselves right next to each other. Yet he neither brought it up or acted like it happened. It made Carrot wonder if maybe he was the strange one. They had been in the same space, but they had only indulged in some fantasy while touching themselves. It wasn’t like they had intentionally tried to get each other off. It wasn’t as though they had done… something worse.

Carrot found himself relaxing a tad as the conversation went on. They talked about the week to come. Carrot was free and Joe would be in town at least for tomorrow night as Bon Bon sorted out the ‘tainting’ issue. “How’s about we grab some drinks then?” Joe suggests. “Find a bar and catch up more over a couple rounds.”

Drinks. Drinks with a friend. That sounded nice. “I know a place,” Carrot answered.

Author's Note

Here's my first attempt at a clopfic, hope you enjoyed. If there is anyone out there willing to proofread any future chapters, please send a PM.

Chapter 2

It had been an interesting run in, to say the least, even by Ponyville standards. Jacking off alongside the same sex in the public sauna? Must have been high up there in the “Unexpected Meetups” category. At least for a schmoe like Carrot it was. He was a baker, his tenant was a hero of Equestria, but he didn’t need all that craziness in his life. Sure, his house had been on the receiving end of some weirdness, but for some reason having a bit of self-pleasure next to another, bigger (in more ways than one) stallion as they vigorously tugged themselves off in kind just… it just claimed a precedence in his mind , more so than Discord’s first time in town. We weren’t doing it to each other. Just next to each other, he assured for the fifth time that afternoon. Carrot hoped what they did in the sauna would be as thrilli—bizarre as his life would get, but more importantly, that he could stop thinking about it by tonight.

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

In front of the sauna the two stallions had made plans. Joe had another good friend in Ponyville, a motel owner, which meant that Carrot knew exactly which motel. There was only one of anything in this town.. Joe claimed that his friend would put him up whenever he’s in town, if there were any vacancies.

“Are you in town that often?” asked Carrot.

“I blow in every now and then”.

Carrot quirked an eyebrow, “Huh, I never see you around”.

“It’s only for a night at most. Most times. Try to keep my head low when I do”, said with a tone that was both confident and confidential.

“Oh, I see”, Carrot replied.

Joe gave a know-it-all kind of smirk, “Do ya?”

“Not at all”.

“Well no all the sweets I pick up are candy”, he leans in a tad with that cocksure vibe he gave off in the saun—Forget about it Carrot! “Some of those treats have wives”. Carrot’s cheeks found a faint flush of color, a soft heat upon his face as it all sank in. Joe looked right at him, down at him, but not beguilingly. More like the look made when a couple think of the same inside joke without saying it. But it’s too close to the same face he was making in the steam soaked air with that impressive piece of his at attention. With that, Carrot felt awkward once more. Awkward and… a slight tingling? Deep in his chest.

“Oh”, was all that Carrot could muster as he looked at Joe’ forehead to avoid direct eye contact while coming off like he wasn’t avoiding those confident eyes.

Joe eased back and Carrot could relax again. A nice memory seemed to find the large unicorn as he let out a chuckle. “He might tell me togo sleep the in woods. Heard the last missus wasn’t too happy to find out why her husband was hobbling the next day. Crazy mare kicked the door to my room clear off the hinges, she was so pissed”. His smile fades for a moment. “Hope I didn’t shake up their marriage too bad”.

Maybe think of that before you… rut married stallions. Carrot crossed his hindlegs at that thought. Maybe he didn’t know he was married. As husband, a faithful husband, he would usually be more upset that does could be so cavalier about this, but thoughts of disapproval were replaced by a sort of… intrigue. Wait… the motel incident.

Finally having something to add to the talk, Carrot chimed in. “I heard about that. Lamp Shade and Close Curtains”.

“Heh, should have closed his cheeks”.

“Joe”, Carrot had no humor to spare, “They almost divorced”.

Joe’s ears drooped, “Oh… I didn’t. Geez”.

“… Well they were having rough patched before that”, Probably why you nabbed him. “You were just icing on the cake I’m guessing. Still, I would have never imagined. Word travelled that he had fooled around on her, but to think it was with a...” Joe didn’t seem to pay his words any mind as he mulled over something. Carrot had caught onto the trend of this conversation by now and just deadpanned. “You’re going to make a crack about icing”.

“Double glazing”, Joe smiled with a shrug, “You seen what I can do. Should have seen the build up I unloaded on him. Was a wild one, that night”.

Carrot cleared his throat, his flanks had clenched just a bit at the mention of one of Joe’s stellar finishes. He had seen what he can do… and now he may never say hello to Closed Curtains again without envisioning him covered in— I need to hurry this along.

Joe was still running on, “Anyway I was gone by the time she got there. Got the bill in the maill, but never really go around to it. Hope he ain’t still sore ‘bout it.”

“Our house is always open if you need a place to stay”, it was out there before he could stop himself. He had wanted to just hurry up the conversation, but the offer came across as rushed. Hopeful.

There was a silence. Carrot’s mouth just hug slightly agape. He should at least say ‘Uh…’ but not even that came to mind. Joe just stared at him with a quirked brow, then came an amused expression. “You know this would be the first that I was invited over without even making a move. Why can’t they all be like you Carrot”, he punctuated with a tap on Carrot’s chest as the earth pony was tripping over himself in his mind. He tried to speak, but only sputtered or stopped to swallow. “Heh, alright but serious, I might be a bit of a rumor around this town by now Carrot. You don’t need ponies seeing me sleeping over at your place when they know that the wife is out of town. They might think you were getting your pastry stuffed”.

Joe gave a waggle of his eyebrows and Carrot had to swallow a lump in his mouth that wasn’t there. That heat from earlier flowed further down and filled his chest. His tail reflexively curled tight and flat against his plot, protecting it from nothing. Was it Joe’s seducti—bold gesture, or the mere joke that he would ever cheat on his wife. Never. Not on my sugar bun. But this wasn’t offense he was feeling. It was something more like flustered. Not something sparked by the thought of being unfaithful, but the thought that he’d lay with a…

All because I went to the spa today. It was time to wrap this up.

“Well I could definitely do without that”, he reigned himself in, kept composed, “Alright I’ll come get you at you at 8ish?”

Apparently, Joe had had enough talk also. “Sounds good”, he said and they went their separate ways.

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The motel was on the outer fringe of town. So out of the way that it didn’t even abutt the main road. It was almost hidden away behind a line of small business (though in a town like this you can just call it standard business) buildings. Those structures were right along the unpaved street and between them and the motel was a gap large enough to be a decent thoroughfare for carts and buses even, but you wouldn’t have any reason walking long it unless you sought the motel or had to paint the backside of the businesses on the other side. The owner, Hunker Down, seemed to have picked such an out of the way spot on purpose when you consider the fact that the front of the complex, with all the room entrances, was facing away from the road. This meant it was facing away from the center of town and toward a portion of the White Tail Woods.

Between all of this and what Joe had mentioned about his exploits in Ponyville, Great. And I had almost forgotten it all, it made sense. This hamlet didn’t get much traffic. Sure there was a spurt now and then due to something Princess Twilight related, but that always died down and Hunker had kept this place going long before she came to town. This was rendezvous point, a place for a couple of lovers to have a good romp without the prying eyes of half the town on them. It was the only way that Carrot could imagine the innkeeper making a decent amount of scratch throughout the year.

Is there really that much cheating going on in Ponyville…? he thought. Wait, why was cheating the thing to come to his mind? He tried to shake the thought way, tried to think up reasons why a couple of grown adults with nothing to hide wouldn’t just do it under their own roof. He only came up with one, annoying relatives, before he walked around to the motel’s front and met Joe there, ready for a little fun— as in drinks!

“Carrot”, Joe hailed with firm pat on Carrot’s wither. Felt more like a thump really. Strong hooves. “Couldn’t wait to get started?” he smiled.

“I’m not early. I’m here when I said I’d be”, Carrots eyebrow quirked.

“I’m just sayin’ I woulda met you out on the avenue. Hope no one saw you walking round back toward this place”, Joe kept the all-knowing smirk going as he filled the smaller baker in.

Carrots pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. Shit in my sprinkles, I didn’t think of that!

Joe had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter as Carrot cleared his throat with a heavy blush. “Well, I think I’ll be fine. This area isn’t very lively after sundown. You know that”.

“Heh, don’t I ever”.

I bet you do…

Before the that afternoon’s conversation could repeat itself, “I just haven’t had drinks with a friend in a long time. So I guess I’m a little excited”.

“That’s one of the top reasons you won’t catch me having any rugrats. A stal needs a night out now and then”.

Carrot replied, “Oh I love my kids, but you know. Pinkie lends a good hoof, but between juggling work and taking care of Pound and Pumpkin I’m just not in a ‘going out’ mood anymore”.

Joe took Carrot under the crook of his arm, all buddy-buddy-like. “Then we better make the most outta tonight, huh? Least a poor sap like you deserves”.

Carrot rolled his eyes and huffed. Though he couldn’t help, but smile a bit. He was ready to have a nice time too. As he was trapped by the thick hook of Joe’s foreleg pressing his face against Joe’s broad chest. He could pick up the faintest scent of powdered sugar and the strong heart beat beneath the firm muscle— and with that Carrot wriggled Joe off of him. Almost dropped his little hat. “So… Hunker is letting you stay?”

“Oh, yeah we worked it out. I’ll mail the guy a cheque soon as I’m back in Canterlot”. Carrot gave him an incredulous look and he added, “I swear I’m gonna. It’s just been slippin’ my mind is all!”

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

To say that Ponyville only had one of everything wasn’t completely true. Bars were an exception and there were 4 of them. Nice to live in a town with its priorities straight. The bar they went to was smaller one just for chatter and laughter, with the occasional hoofball game coming through the radio. But looks like since last Carrot had came around the owner had either hit his head or had a midlife crisis because the joint was 3 times its former size and had music blasting with a dance floor to boot.

Carrot’s mouth just fell slightly agape as he took it all in. Wha-What happened!?

Joe on the other hand seemed to feel right at home. This was more reminiscent of a Canterlot scene. “Way to pick ‘em Carrot!” He gave Carrot a hardy slap on the back and made his way over to the counter. Carrot just stood there and with a sigh and shrug decided to just go with it. After all he’d seen crazier things in this town and on a weekday night the place wasn’t packed.

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

They minded themselves and just chatted about nothing in particular, but it was never awkward or dull. Carrot had thought Joe would’ve made a remark about some stallion at the bar or regaled him with a tale of how he took another husband They weren’t ALL married. I’m sure… back to that motel and changed their worldview in the bedroom, but no. Joe hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort.

Carrot was able to relax and felt silly for ever thinking that he couldn’t in the first place. He had nothing against the unicorn’s sexuality, but for some reason Joe’s openness about his past conquests seemed to stir up something deep down whenever it came back to mind. Maybe the way Joe had almost leered at him during. Had he been leering at him, or was it all in Carrot’s head? He could have sworn Joe was giving a “Lemme show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout” look, but now he was certain it was just guy talk. They’d had a moment in the steam room so naturally Joe, being far more comfortable with stallions than Carrot used to be, had it on his mind so he started yapping. Just two guys talking about sexual hijinks while the wife wasn’t around. It’s just that Carrot couldn’t relate at the time. Maybe back in college, but not now. After all, it was just a phase.

Now that topic had passed so they just talked anything else. Each ordering one pint after another.

They talked about family:

“So how come you didn’t go along with the wife and kids. Something up with the mother-in-law?”

Carrot placed his pint down and gave Joe a dead serious stare, “I would stick me head in a wood burning over before spending 2 minutes with that mummified reptilian bitch”.

“Uh… n-next round’s on me”.

The talked about social norms:

“... Have you ever not had it on, Carrot?”

“What?”

“You’re work clothes. Out work clothes. We’re in a bar and you’re wearing an apron… Why do we always dress like this?”

“I… I don’t know...”

“... Want another pint?”

The talked about things that were never asked:

“I’m telling you. I got proof!”

“Relax Carrot, I never said I doubted it”.

Carrot was already feeling around for his apron pockets. “Signed paternity results. Fresh from Canterlot DNA. AND a documented pedigree CERTIFIED by the… by the… I think I left them in my other apron.

“You carry those around?”

And when they got buzzed enough they hit the empty dance floor.

“Hahahahahaha, what century is that move from?”

“I’m only 8 years older than you!”

A good time was had.

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

It was late but not too late. The bar was still open, but the two had had enough drink and mainstream tunes, even for a younger stallion like Joe. They were done with the bar, but still weren’t ready to call it night. Not quite drunk, but both were definitely bit loose in the limbs as a warm cloth of alcohol clouded over them. Joe must’ve been having a good time chilling in the rural town instead of Canterlot, this didn’t surprise Carrot much. The donut vender had always come across more ‘Ponyville-ish’ to him and he was having a good time with the big lug as well. So, just because it was closer, the stopped by Joe’s motel room.

As Joe unlocked the door Carrot noticed the rough fixit job that was done on the hinges along the frame. Joe gave a slightly embarrassed shrug, saying, “Told ya she was an angry mare”. Carrot only laughed and patted his friend on the back before they both went inside and shut the door. Yes, making sure no one was watching this time. For the sake of impressions, of course.

The room was what one would expect. Bed, desk, chair, nightstand, lamp, bathroom and probably enough invisible DNA lying about to fabricate your own lifeform, but at least it looked clean.

“Lay yourself up”, said Joe as he excused himself to the bathroom, to gargle. Carrot heard the sink running and found the closest place to put himself, the edge of the bed. Light as he was for the average stallion he sank a little into the veteran mattress. He took off his hat to rest on the nightstand when something caught his eye. There was a magazine in a plastic bag, along with what looked like some other random items resting deep in there, but the magazine had his attention because it was out just enough for Carrot catch catch the title. And as the words registered his eyes flared open just the slightest at a brand he never repurchased, but was still fresh in his mind. Kickstand Monthly.

The sound of running water grew louder and the cloth of alcohol became a molasses. There was no brisk night air to keep him distracted from thick buzz in his head now. Why else would he already have the adult magazine in his hoof before he even realized it. Sweet cinnamon rolls. It had been a long time indeed. The magazine was thicker than he remembered, at least three bits high, and the cover shot was a HD marvel of photography, highlighting every contour of rippling muscle of a construction stud modeling spread eagle for all to see. Between his sculpted thighs sat a lunch box, no doubt hiding something far more filling than a sub, but just as big. Carrot dryly swallowed and noticed the subheading: The Equestrian Tour Collection. Explained the girt— thickne— the HEIGHT of this issue. There were dozens of shots among those pages, featuring one well endowed buck after the other from different corners of the country. It was an eye buffet for any straight mare… for any gay stallion… Carrot started to peel open the page.

“Curious?”

Carrot went stiff as a board as he shut the erotica tome, his face burned a bright red from more than the alcohol. He was put on the spot. How could he explain this away? Being so engrossed to the point that a big guy like Joe could sneak up on him. “I-duh-It’s-ummm”.

He was cut off by the mattress’ shift as Joe sat next to him. His weight made him sink in more than the slimer baker. The donut maker was once again right beside Carrot with nothing on. No smug look, but Carrot started getting hot under the collar all the same. After what happened in the sauna, after learning what Joe’s run in with other stallions would entail, to be in this position had only one conclusion race through Carrots might. Joe leaned in and a twitch of something, like panic, but with concerning traces of exhilaration raced up Carrot’s form. For a split second there was an urge and it wanted to be known, but he held firm.

No. He would not become a tally on some homewrecker’s scoreboard. This would not be the end of his faithful record. He was ready to voice his rebuttal when Joe lit his horn and opened the magazine to the first page. He had only leaned in to get a closer look. Carrot’s eyes went from the towering buck next to him to the first model. “‘I’m over it no’ Huh?”, Joe jokingly prodded, but not really. And like that all the indignation left Carrot like deflating air. He felt a relief, but hollow. Luckily he had enough embarrassment to distract him from the odd feeling of forlornness.

“I… haven’t looked since college”, he said weakly.

“Sounds like you just needed a refresher. You won’t find me one to judge”.

That was true. Not that he had anything to hide. Or perhaps just didn’t know he had something to hide. It was supposed to be a phase. He truly had never looked at a stallion since meeting his special somepony. Not once. Though of course before today he’d never been so close to another male’s fat and throbbing member. Oh son of a churro. He couldn’t deny it was a tantalizing sight. Years of an unheeded to attraction stallions unlocked by a the right key. What did this mean for him going forward? Maybe the next time he saw Big Mac— … That tears it. Carrot let out a defeated breath, “I might still have a small fancy”.

“Yeah?” Joe nods toward the smut mag opened across Carrot’s lap. “How’s he catch your fancy?”

First shot: very photogenic with the backdrop of waves crashing upon a rocky shore. No one would give two damns about this because the stallion in the foreground stole the entire show. Standing on his hindlegs against a rocky slab, he casually pulled down the waistband of his swim trunks, just enough to let his equipment spring forth to catch a breather. A good foot and a half of stallionhood jutted out defiantly with a peppering of salty ocean spray making it glisten. One dollop of water had gathered itself at the very tip of his prominent flare like a drop of pre ready to drip from the unreal schlong.

Carrot was silent for a bit, but Joe got his answer when he shuffled his hips and finally fessed up, “It’s so big”. His eyes were glued to the that ocean sprayed piece of wood as his lips quivered, like he was trying not to salivate. And with that Joe turn the next page and the two enjoyed the stallions. They came in all shapes, Joe personally favored more slender built bucks. He didn’t like them dainty, but loved a colt with a smaller frame. Closed Curtains had a frame like that. However, it was clearly the opposite case for Carrot, who Joe would catch ogling the more imposing studs in the line up. Stallions with physiques supported on slabs of taught muscle, confident and domineering in all the right ways. It became very evident when they turn to a the page where the same construction worker from the cover displayed his tool in all its glory. It was indeed as big a a sub, and the magazine shifted as something hard sprang up from between Carrot’s legs. From that point Joe kept the magazine hovering between them, after having a laugh at his friend’s expense of course.

The two went through the whole issue. Carrot didn’t even care that for the second time in one day he was sitting next to another male while they both sported a hard-on. In fact, it might have made him all the more aroused at this point. When they came to the end there was a rare treat.

Carrot’s face was a red velvet cake, “Oh my”.

Joe was ecstatic, “Oh yeah!”

The last page showcased two stallions, which wasn’t a first, but this pair was doing more than posing. One was on his haunches as the other grabbed an overheard bookshelf for balance with a his face twisted in pleasure as the first one sucked his cock for all it had. Carrot’s own shaft gave a pleading throb. He’d taken off his apron a while ago, but it didn’t stop a heat from rising off his skin at the steamy sight. He was practically drooling when he heard Joe.

“Ya, know it’s a shame you never got to give it a shot”

“Huh?” he snapped out of it.

“Still wanna have that taste you missed out on?”

Carrot was about to be taken aback by the request, but when Joe hovered the issue away it brought it brought his impressive appendage into Carrot’s view, the same one that had given him confusing thoughts this afternoon. Carrot slowly forgot what he was about to say, but quickly remembered how big Joe was down there. Not as big as the marvels in the magazine, but more than big enough to get Carrot’s attention. He managed to pry his eyes away to counter, “I… Whoever said I ever wanted a taste?”

“You gonna act like you wasn’t eying my piece back at the sauna?”

“That was… different. I’m married”.

He expected Joe to say something along the lines of “Your wife ain’t gotta know”, but instead Joe replied, “Who said anything about blowing it?”

“... what but you said--”

“Ain’t not harm in letting you have a lick. Like slappin’ ass on the hoofball field”.

“That doesn’t…” or maybe it did make sense. The heady buzz from their earlier drinks made it sound reasonable. As reasonable as Carrot wanted it to be.

“No one’s asking you to suck me off”, Joe spreaded his thighs with that cocky bedroom look on his face. “Course it’s right there is you want to”.

The blush on Carrot’s face could have melted anything. “Just… don’t make it weird. Just a taste”. He got off the bed and then sat on the floor in front of Joe. Oh my Celestia. If it looked big when he sat beside Joe, it was enormous up close. Carrot had no frame of reference other than his own tool to compare, but Joe’s was impressive to say the least. A tower of hot flesh throbbing in rhythm with the larger stallion’s heartbeat, almost as if beguiling Carrot to come closer. So he did.

“Big enough for ya?”

He should have rolled his eyes at that, but they couldn’t dare to look away when they fell upon that cock. Instead, a silent breath left his lips and a mild shiver danced down his spine and into his backside. There was a twitch of his tail and a the faintest clench of something tight and puckered just below it. The sure scent of stallion became evident as he closed in. It was drunkening. The mix of alcohol and musk obliterated everything around him. There was only the quivering shaft drawing near his anticipating mouth. His tongue answered, almost without his permission, to the alluring throb of a turgid pecker. It’s … sweet Celestia.

One touch, just above the base, and it was like a fuse of pleasure sparks from tongue to brain. Not just physical, but an emotional release. Carrot couldn't help a full body shudder at the sensation of committing such a taboo and wanting every second of it. Joe let out soft groan of pleasure as a breathy moan was let out over his sheath. He opted to leaned back on his forelegs and just enjoy feeling of a married stallion trailing a long lick up his cock.

The taste was... he could only call it fleshy. It was the texture that really got his heart pounding. He could feel the bumps of the veins coursing across the length and his tongue was tempted to follow each one, but he kept course, stopping just below the flare, and pulled back. Just a taste. He had done all he said he would.

He couldn’t see the grin on Joe’s face as he ducked done for another lick. The tasting got more enthusiastic with Carrot bringing his tongue down to the base of Joe’s stallionhood and back to the top with more speed than at first. After the first few licks he had taken to starting from different facets of the Joe’s penis so he could cover a side that hadn’t gotten a trailed in saliva yet and get a fresh taste of that flavor. Joe was getting vocal as his shaft was getting a thorough tongue bathing, almost. Carrot had still neglected to give the flare a good lapping. His cock ached for more attention there with each lick getting closer to the tip of the spire only to leave his flare beading with pre. Still he kept quite, felt it was best.

Carrot and licked all he could without having to handle Joe with his own hooves and giving the back of his shaft some attention too. And the thought did come to mind, his own erection twitched at the idea. If his mind weren’t on a heftier prize he’d have noticed that this was the first in a long time he had sported such a raging boner without being touched. His tongue brushed over a big vein and with a moan he followed to the flared tip.

Joe was really fighting himself not to just grab the back of Carrot’s head. In any other situation he’d have made quite a move, but he held himself back and his prayers were answered as a rivulet of pre made its way down the vein that Carrot was playfully tracing. First there was the meeting of tongue and pre. Then a burst of fireworks across his taste buds. It was thick, but not syrupy, salty, but with a tanginess and it was the last straw.

Throwing all caution to the wind Carrot grabbed a hold of each of Joe’s squirming haunches and hauled himself to a stand while keeping balance on those strong thighs. There was a still moment in the room as he gazed at the package he was about to make a final leap with. Said package shattered the stillness with a mighty throb and Carrot opened his mouth, lowered his head, and took Joe’s flare into a warm and wet embrace. Joe roared a nicker clenched teeth as he gripped tight into the sheets, still behaving himself.

As one baker clenched his jaw the other moaned around the sizeable girth that flooded his mouth. His tongue took its own initiative and began to lap at the flat head. He heard Joe’s grunt through gritted teeth and his flare swelled even more forcefully from the direct stimulation. Carrot’s jaw parted more to accommodate the thickness as it quivered and shot out a glob of pre. It’s like it’s alive. He wanted more. Carrot started to suck as his tongue kept lapping, Joe was certain to react with either an impatient grunt or a buck of his hips into the tight wet maw that held him captive. Carrot’s ever mounting lust was burning from the reactions Joe’s penis gave to being toyed with. It throbbed and went rigid in reply to every little movement Carrots tongue gave. With a swirl of the wet muscle around the ridge, it swelled up again before relaxing. It filled the front of his mouth so well and it was just the tip.

But he had more than that to work with didn’t he?

Carrot started to go lower. He might have heard a quiet “Fucking finally”, but it took a backseat to flattening of his tongue and the widening of mouth as it accommodated a few inches of pent up stallion. His heart raced with the thrill of taking in something so enticing yet formidable. He stopped and pulled back before coming back down earning another verbal note of pleasure from Joe. Carrot started a nice slow motion, up and down, gauging how far he could take it. At a few inches the wide flare threatened to tickle the back of his throat, but he could see he was still a ways from the medial ring, a reminder of Joe’s enormity that made his tail flick in a moment of invite that didn’t escape Joe’s notice. And then Carrot got into it. Joe cursed as he was assaulted by a wave of pressure traveling back and forth, Carrot had found his rhythm, and with a constant suction he went to work on that cock.

As time went he picked up the pace and vigor to the point where the sounds of hungry slurps carried throughout the room. As loud as that was Joe’s groans were louder whilst he bucked in time Carrot’s bobbing, he was close. Carrot wanted to see it happen again and that’s when he remembered he still had a good portion of untouched length to work with. One hoof left Joe’s thigh and found the lower half of his rod. His bucking came to a stop, but Carrot didn’t ease up at all. The smaller baker took hold and started to pumped that lower half as the upper part was still getting a sucked for all it was worth. Joe quickly approached the edge with a primal snort and Carrot gave him a fine send off.

Joe felt his flare getting lodged as far back in the earth stallion’s mouth as he could manage before a powerful pressure enveloped every inch that was in there. Carrot sucked down to the point that his cheeks dented as his hoof pumped faster, only to keep the cock-numbing pressure going as he pulled back with a loud, wet sluuuuurp.

“Fffffucking— gah!” the larger buck was sent flying off over the edge into an eruptive climax. Those large orbs curled up into him as the shaft went hard as granite, ending with wild sequence of throbs in the flared tip before it swelled to full size. And then he erupted.

Carrot heard the telltale cry of a climatic finish and pulled off with a pop and let go so he could watch the show. It was better up close. Joe gasped and grunted as ropes upon rope of release let loose from his aching member. So rigid was he that they shot straight up upward before coming back down upon Joe’s thighs and Carrots face. The sticky sensation of heat matting his fur brought him to a moan.

But then he realized what he’d just done.

Author's Note

Yeah it's been a while. My apologies. I expect there to be a few errors here and there but I wanted to get this out tonight because... well to be honest I'm gonna be hitting kingdom hearts 3 like there's no tomorrow. Let me know any mistakes in the comments. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3

Batter bubbled, whisks were whirled and the oven warmed a fresh batch of cookies to well-baked goodness. Work. It kept Carrot’s mind focused on the frostings, the sugars and the in-and-out of hungry customers. Anything, but the night before. The night he’d crossed the line. No. Crossed both lines.

He’d marred a perfect track record. Faithful husband, no more. He was never one to buy into the many technicalities of the cheating partner handbook. Nonsense such as, “if it’s just the tip it doesn’t count” and so on. What he’d done was sex. Mouth-around-cock was sex. It was a betrayal. And to a perfect wife. The curvy bundle of beauty who’d mothered his lovely children. He had looked at another mare, now and then, he wasn’t a monk, and when she’d caught him she’d just chuckle it away. He knew married stallions whose wives would seethe if they so much as glanced at some pretty stranger. So much trust she had in him, as if he couldn’t feel any more despicable. Cup Cake’s trust was now misplaced.

It was quite a burn to his self-respect, but not as confusing and prominent as the second line he had overstepped.

He had… with a stallion. Years of curiosity sated in a drunken choice to lick Joe down there one more time than he should have. Which one was too much? The first or the second time? More guilt-inducing than the cheating factor, not because of the act itself, but because Carrot knew he was more concerned about this than cheating on his wife. He thought about Joe throughout the frazzled march back home, five frantic mouth washing sessions and an extra-long soak in the bathtub. Cup Cake hadn’t crossed his mind until this morning upon waking. And the thoughts he had as he slept were… So much for those sheets.

Having your thoughts center more on the guy you went down on than your special somepony? One had to be considered scum at that point.

He shook his head and focused back on the shop. Hoof traffic had met a lull. Nothing to keep the ultimate question at bay.

Am I… that way?

He’d done what he did under the influence. Sure. But he wasn’t world-spinning drunk off his flanks. Tipsy at most. Definitely sober enough to get himself back home and take care not to be seen leaving the shady motel. Then there were more pieces to the puzzle. He hadn’t been drinking when he fapped off next to Joe in the sauna. And he definitely had a genuine interest in trying out a stallion in his college days. Just to test the merchandise, though.

Well, he’d tested it alright. Taste tested. Which boiled it down to one thing. Did he like it?

Carrot cleaned the countertop with thorough swabs of a soaked cloth, but with no customers there was nothing to block out the memories. Did he enjoy his first—Only— time blowing another male? The taste, the smell, the throbbing heat filling his mou—

He needed to check on his employee. Now.

He left for the kitchen in the back. There was still no one to serve out front, and he’d hear the bell jingle if anyone came through the door. Through the double doors Carrot trotted just a couple steps and paused. There he was met by a thought-smothering sight.

Pinkie Pie, young, bubbly, bodacious and the full of energy, and with a sweet butt to match, was face down and rump up as she placed a baking sheet of fresh batter inside the oven. Carrot, supervised in silence as his employee hummed to herself, swaying that bottom to and thro to a tune he couldn’t even hear. One cheek would sink down causing the other to swell and rise, making it look bigger. Carrot got lost in the swish of the full, thick curls of her tail, almost as thick as the padded globes of her bouncy tush. Too captivating to tear your eyes from. Well, at least he could say he was definitely still into mares. And then she started to jiggle it, letting that flesh ripple and—wait a minute.

He blushed with a clearing of his throat. He’d been caught. “Sorry.”

“Mmayph ooth ookth.” A sentence muffled by the cloth in Pinkie’s mouth. Now that she was done pretending to set the baking sheet in the oven she could remove it. “Made you look!” she sang with the squealing pitch of a giggle. Pinkie bounced over to a bowl of batter in due need of mixing, “I don’t even need my Pinkie sense to know when you’re ogling my booty Mr Cake~.”

Carrot tried to shrug it off with a laugh, “Got me again.” It was no secret, even to his wife. Pinkie was a good employee. She made tasty sweets, but she also made great eye candy. When they had first hired her it was a bit stressful for the older stallion to have such a young piece of flank bouncing around on the spring of those firm haunch muscles that tapered up into the plush cheeks of her rear, jiggling with every step. Add the fact that this tempting piece of tail not only worked for them, but lived in their garret and Mr Cake was basically a moth trapped inside a lit lantern. Not that he’d ever make any advances. Pinkie was a treat to look at, but it’d take three of her butts put together to even compete with his Cup Cake’s in the size department. Hey, he liked ‘em hefty. Still, he couldn’t have his wife thinking that he was thinking of sleeping with their new hire. He made every effort to keep Pinkie at arm’s length for the first few weeks. Far easier said than done as Pinkie was an aggressive hugger.

Finally it had become too nerve-racking and he had to have a talk with Cup. A talk about finding new help. A talk that didn’t go nearly as dourly as he’d envisioned once his darling wife began to roll over with laughter… Long story short: She knew. Pinkie knew. And they both found it hilarious. From there it had become a part of the daily flow. Carrot would glance and Pinkie would tease. Healthy for a grown stallion to look at pretty rumps in frilly saddles. “Long as you know right where to put that energy, mister,” his wife had made clear with a swat of her own voluptuous bum. Look. Don’t touch.

A fleck of batter caught him on the side of the neck. “Your eyes are still going zoom-zoom on my boom-boom~,” chimed Pinkie.

“Okay, okay I’ll get back to the counter—,” there was a jingle at the front door. Just in time.

Carrot left Pinkie to her work and came to the front area only to feel his heart plop into the pit of his stomach.

Dear Celestia. No.

Taking up a good portion of the threshold with his sizeable frame, Joe held a friendly smile as he entered. The door swung shut with the sound of a boom in Carrot’s head as he felt how truly empty the store was at this time. Joe’s hoof-falls were all too loud in the hollow room. His voice had too much power and thrum. “Carrot!” it bellowed. Said pony’s lithe legs were sapped of all feeling as Joe reached the counter.

Carrot could barely hiss out enough breath to croak, “Joe…”

That seemed to rub the smile from the larger stallion’s face. It was clear, last night was still looming over Carrot’s head. For the first time Carrot saw Joe on the loser’s end of the confidence spectrum as he lost his signature grin, not even looking him in the eye. That grin. The same one that creased his jaw yesterday, the one he used to beguile a married stallion into doing that. The vastness of the room started to wane. Blood returned the strength to his legs as Carrot remembered his right to anger.

His brow folded and sank into an indignant bend and he all, but reared up to deliver a, “What the bu-“

“Mr Cake! Mr Cake!” hollered Pinkie Pie as she burst through the double doors leading to the kitchen. “Oh hey Donut Joe! I didn’t know you were back in town. Is it another special ingredient pick up? Because, you can’t make the pick up after Bon Bon and Lyra had that hiccup and...” Pause. It was then that she whipped out a scroll from some invisible pocket in space-time behind her back and perused its contents. “That’s it!? ‘Pick up’ only rhymes with ‘hiccup’!? This list needs updating, I look like an idiot if I can’t keep my rhymes-“

“Pinkie. You were saying?” Carrot cut in. He needed this to move along. Pinkie had derailed his outburst, but he could still have stern words with Joe.

“Oh. Can I take my break now? I promised Gummy we’d go to his favorite spot to feed the ducks today.” And there was said alligator, clamped fast to her tail like a scaly hairclip.

“… Yes Pinkie, take your time off. In fact,” his squinted eyes cut a look in Joe’s direction, “think I’ll close shop early today. Take the rest of the afternoon off.”

Pinkie gasped with delight, “Really!? You hear that Gummy, we’ll have time to serve those duckies dessert, and maybe an appetizer we also have to set the plates do duckies like souffle—”. Away she pronked, rambling all the way, leaving them alone. Just two grown males and their mixed bag of tension.

Both just let the room have a hushed moment. Joe still unsure how to even start, and Carrot having lost the wind in his sails thanks to Pinkie. Joe finally broke the quiet, “So, last night…” Well, least he tried.

Carrot got a second wind, “Are you serious?”

Joe’s look became confused, “What? I came to check on—”

“Check!? What do you need to walk into my store to check on?”

Joe rolled his eyes and retorted, “Your prices.”

Carrot burned his gaze into the large smartass. The balls on this bastard. You really can’t get them out of your head can you? His look must’ve made the message clear, because Joe’s features softened.

“Sorry. For last night too. Sorry,” offered the donut baker.

Carrot replied with a snort, “Sure. Were you sorry about Lamp Shade too?”

“Who?” Of course he doesn’t remember. “Oh! Look I didn’t mean to cause any strife with him and his missus.”

“What the buck else do you think happens when you mount married stallions?”

“Nothing that would’ve happened if they’d just said ‘No’. I never done nothin’ to any buck that didn’t want it.” Carrot felt all the blame turn back on him under Joe’s firm stare.

“You moved on me after I had been drinking.”

“And? You’re a grown stallion Carrot. Yeah, sure I ain’t the most picky guy when it comes to picking up stals for some fun. But it takes two to make it work. You weren’t too buzzed to snap out of it after you got a good taste of my—“

“Don’t say—“

“My cinnamon roll.” Not that it was anywhere near as sweet as cinnamon. But you like that most about it. “If you were really drunk, I’d have had you face down, rammin’ that ass ‘til sunrise.”

Heat simmered across the smaller baker’s cheeks, he could only hope it was anger.

“Carrot you did what you wanted to. Don’t blame the drink, and don’t blame me. Clear?” And that was Joe’s stance on the whole dilemma. Two grown stallions, capable of their own choices. One chose to go down on the other. It was Carrot’s turn to rebut, if he could. Hard when he felt like a small child being scolded for telling fibs.

He replied, “Just—I want you out. Why’d you come to my shop?” A bit weak, but still shaded with anger.

“So I’m banned now?”

“What if people see you here!?”

“So what if they did? They can’t think nothin’ less you told everypony.”

“Why the buck would I tell anypony!?”

“Hey, I recommend your goods when I can.”

Did this jerk just make a joke? “Not that good, donut hole,” Carrot deadpanned.

Joe smirked and said, “But not bad at all,” with a waggle of the eyebrow.

There was a silence. Still, tense silence… and then a lightening of the awkward air as Carrot sighed. The anger tank had emptied, this was just… odd. “What do you want, Joe?”

“Weeell—”

“Joe,” Carrot said with a warning tone.

“Okay, listen. I ain’t that sorry about last night, but I want to make sure everything is cool between us.”

“It’s fine, just go so I can forget it all.”

“That wouldn’t sit right with me. Come on, gotta be something you need,” Joe leans in, but not too close as to not push Carrot’s comfort zone. “How’s ‘bout I hand it over, the secret to my double caramel pineapple bear claws.”

Now that got Carrots attention. The baking game was a friendly world most of the time, but every baker had their specialty order, a treat that floored the competition. Of course Donut Joe’s specialties were all… well, donut-based. He had a few, but double caramel pineapple was one of his top three. Getting an esteemed confectioner to cough up their recipe was like squeezing milk from granite. At most you may get them to trade one of their secrets for one of yours, if the stars aligned. Carrot was now getting offered one without having to exchange anything—Technically you exchanged a sexual favo—. “Deal,” he said.

Keep talking so you can’t hear your mind.

SoSoSoSoSoSoSoSoS

New recipes came so sparingly when you’d been a pastry chef for so many years. Learning a new one would take Carrot back to his earlier years as an apprentice. It was fun to take a step out of the usual and try your hoof at adding a new item to your repertoire. And fun they had. Wholesome fun. The awkward tension diminished as Joe showed Carrot the steps. They had no pineapple on hand, but they had everything else they needed, and Joe promised to mail the recipe if the Cakes needed further instructions. He taught Carrot a few of his own tricks of the trade, not hiding a tinge of pride in showing the older pony a thing or two. But Carrot had been around the block and Joe lost his smirk when it was his turn to be shown the ropes.

However, once they reached a certain step, Carrot gave an annoyed grunt. The recipe called for some baking soda, but there was none in the kitchen. “We have some in the stock room, but it’s—” Then he glance up at Joe’s horn, and a smirk came to his face. “Actually, come this way Joe.”

Carrot lead them to a door situated below the staircase. After opening it Carrot tugged on a chain and the darkness was replaced with the dingy yellow glow of a blinking bulb up above. Wall-to-wall, the shelves were lined with sugars, sprinkles, frostings, eggs, and etc. The whole baking cornucopia. Only thing that wasn’t shelved was a large, but neat snack of floor bags placed in one corner. As for the baking soda, it was on one of the highest shelves. It was a pain to get because that meant bringing the ladder out. They really hadn’t been thinking when they first stocked the place, and they were too lazy to just reorganize. But that wasn’t a problem now, because Carrot had a friend gifted with the handy magical grip he needed.

The room had the space of a standard bedroom, plenty of room for the two to step in. Carrot approached the base of the shelf of interest and pointed up. “It’s right up there. Mind lending a hoof?”

Joe looked up at the tins in question then back down to Carrot. He shrugged, “Sure.”

Carrot was caught off guard as he was lifted from the ground, not by the tingle of a telekinetic hold, but a pair of strong limbs as Joe placed the smaller male on his bicep with gentle ease and then reared up, using one foreleg to keep his balance against a shelf. Carrot flailed his own forelegs about before catching himself on a higher shelf. “What are you doing?!”

“Helping. You told me to use my hooves~.”

“You just wanted to—“

“Mind grabbing what we came for while you’re up there?”

Carrot huffed and looked up. He was quite high, close enough to reach the baking soda himself. Joe had quite the reach when he wasn’t on all fours. It gave a new appreciation to just how big he was. Well you already appreciated that plenty.

The forelimb hooked under his haunches was quite firm. And strong. He could feel the swell of a muscle bulging up against his rump, and his tail almost flicked in response. Holding back a blush, he was able to grab what he needed without so much as a stumble before Joe brought him back down onto his hind legs. Face to face.

“… Joe,” he was held in place by a pair of big, strong hooves as Joe gazed down at him.

“You got something there,” Carrot didn’t have time to think as the donut baker leaned in, he thought he was going to kiss him, but Joe’s head ducked down and what he got was the wide brush of Joe’s tongue across the side of his neck, taking up the fleck of batter Pinkie had left. He’d forgotten it was there, still didn’t remember it as the hot caress radiating across his flesh caused him to bite his lip in a hushed breath.

Joe’s ears picked this up all the same and it was as good as any go-ahead. The larger stallion gave a virile snort as he dove back in and the second brush of his strong tongue made Carrot shiver. He could have dropped the tin of powder right then and there, but one last sliver of himself, willing to resist, held it firm. This was—no he couldn’t do this. “J-Joe, we can’t—” His rebuttal was cut off by a prod at his abdomen. Joe pulled back to regard the yellow baker. Carrot gazed up at him, into those blank eyes. He couldn’t look down, didn’t need to. He remembered the feeling well, the hot pulse of Joe’s pecker, pressed snuggly across his abdomen.

They looked one another in the eye, but the large appendage swallowed Carrot’s attention more than Joe’s impassive stare. “Can’t what?” he prodded, in more ways than one. Carrot’s jaw shuffled in search of a response. He swallowed and came back with nothing. No response, which meant the response wasn’t “No.” Though his words were lost somewhere, another part of his body was all too willing to answer for him. Joe felt it, not as prominent and quick to attention as his own, but all the same Carrot’s sheath unfolded and out came his own piece, knowing what it wanted, not too shy to plead. Joe’s face came back to its natural state, cocksure grin, and with that he ducked back in to that now tingling patch of flesh upon Carrot’s neck and bit down.

The first sound to ring out was the clatter of the tin container dropping to the floor, and then the wonton reaction of Mr. Cake. The feeling of teeth on his throat brought a chill to his core, but soon to follow was a surge of carnal fire to his whole boy. He couldn’t contain it any more than the now full erection he sported between the two of them, he moaned heavily as those strong jaws ground and kneaded the sensitive spot with just enough force.

Joe sucked, nibbled and lapped at his throat, knowing just the places to torment and make Carrot melt like butter. He was so rough, yet controlled, a perfect blend of passion and practice. Carrot craned his neck, he wanted the big buck to have all the room he needed to keep doing wonders across his neck. But Joe added another twist to their snog. He shifted his stance, getting lined up just right. Carrot gasped as two things, hard and aching, came into full contact against one another. Joe flexed his hips and bucked forward. Carrot had stroked his cock against another pony before, clearly, but to have it rub against that of another male, one that was bigger than his and dripping dollops of pre already, was an invigorating sensation he had never experienced. He held onto Joe’s torso, letting the stud take control. Back and forth, the friction between the two twitching members like a moist fire dancing along his length.

In the throes of it his hat lost its place atop his head as Joe kept thrusting his pecker into his. He forgot what this was called. Frotting, was it? Whatever, nothing mattered much outside of the sensation against his shaft. He loved how much bigger Joe’s was. Almost imposingly so. It made the whole commotion between their stomachs feel more intense. Each brush of their medial rings felt more electric. The ambient heat radiating from Joe’s piece more consuming than it naturally was, all centered on the dominant impression that his fat, handsome cock gave.

Then Joe pulled back, the dances of pleasure came to a halt, only jolting for a brief moment when their flared heads met in a retreating kiss, but Joe pulled back still. He reared up to lounge backwards against the large stack of flour sacks. His horn lit up and off came his hat as his shirt began to unbutton. Carrot himself felt the magic tug on his apron strings as Joe disrobed him, leaving him buck nude as the donut maker kept his shirt on, but open.

Joe nodded down to his fifth leg with a smirk, on fully erect display.

There were no second guesses, no niggling consciences to be heard in the mind of Carrot Cake. He was not hesitant this time as he took the two strides he needed to park himself on the floor and get down to business. First a long lick up the underside, gathering the rivulets of pre along the way, How does he make so much, getting a taste before opening his mouth for the main course. Joe gave an approving snort, “Getting right to it, Sweet Cheeks?” Carrot either didn’t mind the cocky attitude this time or ignored it as he took in Joe’s flare and began to bob along the length. So mouthwatering it was, it didn’t take long to work up a slurp as he sucked eagerly along the first third of length. Sweet cinnamon sticks, the taste.

Joe’s breathing picked up just a bit, Carrot’s mouth work was sloppy, but damn if he wasn’t going at it. Clenching his forehooves on some bags of flour, he reveled in the hot, moist tunnel of slurping suction. Not for too long though, he had his eyes on another prize. Carrot didn’t even register the sound of telekinetic tingling over the wet smacks of his own lips gliding around some heavenly dick. And then…

“Oh!”

Carrot gasped and pulled away from his sampling with a pop as he felt a tickle at the base of his tail. Vapor twinkled with tiny stars of light as the touch of Joe’s magic coated the dock of his tail. The smaller male bit his lip as the sensation sent tingles along his spine. He’d never had anyone, anyone, give him attention there outside of a brushing. It was odd, but definitely carried a hint of pleasure that made his flanks start to squirm and clench as he kept seated. And then the aura started to travel downward, into the cleft of his buttocks. Even with his rump pressed flush against the floor there was no protection from the ethereal groping of unicorn magic. It didn’t have far to travel, before Carrot felt the prickly essence envelop the dark pucker of flesh just below his swishing tail. Mr. Cake’s mouth fell open, unable to suppress the heated breath of a nicker from escaping as his tailhole was teased for the first time in his life.

It was new, like the dock-play, but it was something he had been in want of, and that made it all the more pleasurable. His mind went abuzz from the constant stimulation to the tight ring, like a digit tracing circles around the clenching wrinkles. He panted and squirmed, as if pressing his hindquarters into the floor would also deepen Joe’s ministrations.

Not one to let that cute mouth go to waste, Joe’s firm hoof brought Carrot’s face back to his neglected erection, still glistening with saliva. The flared tip tapped at the edge of the married buck’s lower lip, and he opened his mouth wider on instinct only for Joe to grab the back of his head and push down. Carrot didn’t complain, and soon he was sucking Joe off with the same gusto from earlier. “Mmmmm,” he braced his hooves on either of Joe’s haunches, and got up, never letting Joe leave the wet seal of his lips. Now on his hindlegs, tail flagged to the side, he had the leverage he needed to pick up the pace. Carrot started really going down on him and earned a groan of pleasure in return. Carrot groaned too, lustfully, as he closed his eyes to take everything in. The wet smacks of suction echoing through the room, the raw musk of virile male, the salty taste of well-sized stallionhood prodding for entry at the back of his throat—

Oh sweet Celestia!

And the added intrusion of Joe’s magical finger pressing the weak point at the center of his anus and slipping in. Carrot felt his cock slap up and against his body, from the pure carnal rush of having his most taboo place invaded. Quivers racked his formed from flank to head, finding their exit in the hardy throbs of his neglected member as magic digits began to spread the tight hole ever so slightly. In response he clenched, closing the opening. Joe let it, only to slowing pry it open again. A process that repeated itself as Carrot’s sphincter relaxed more and more.

Joe was getting as good as he gave. Carrot was letting loose down there, taking more stallion into his mouth each time he brought his lips forward. Now he was kissing the edge of Joe’s medial ring as he worked his tongue along the underside. He could feel the head of his cock tickle the back of that unexplored throat. So temped was he to shove it in, the thought alone making him flare and grunt as he approached orgasm. But he wasn’t gonna waste this nut, not again. With his glowing horn he gave Carrot’s tailhole one last spreading before the touch was gone. He could feel the groan of disappoint thrum around his cock as Carrot’s piston-like head movement came to a crawl. Joe was grinning like an evil genius at what he saw. Carrot had pushed his rump further back, inviting anything to stimulate him back there, but was still sucking quite firmly on Joe. If he were to peer under the smaller stallion’s belly he’d see a hoof-ful of pre on the floor and the most yearning erection Carrot had ever sported in his life. He was ready.

In the heady daze of his lust, Carrot almost wasn’t able to follow what happened as Joe’s fetlocked hoof lifted his jaw up and away from that delicious member. Next thing he knew, Joe sidestepped and pulled him forward, laying him across the flour stack. Carrot winced a little as the head of his aching prick bumped against the plastic bags, but soon forgot it as he felt the tingle of magic return and spread his cheeks apart. Carrot heard something leave a nearby shelf. Joe had a bottle of canola oil at the ready. A blush burned across his face as Joe uncapped it, “Wh-what are you—.” His query was lost to a gasp as a dollop of oil fell upon his pucker, nothing to throw off its mark as his tail had already hiked itself to the side without him knowing. Oh my frosted sugar drops. This is it. But Joe took a step back. Carrot’s face grew a bit dubious as he saw the larger buck poor a lavish coating of oil upon his own horn before ducking down.

Wait. Is he going to—

He was.

Carrot’s breath hitched when he felt the careful prod at his tailhole by something solid this time. The horn was more on the blunt side, but still narrow enough at the tip to pinpoint the center of the ring of muscle. Magic kept his cheeks apart as it pressed forward. The earlier relaxation was lost alittle and Carrot clenched tight upon the rigid spiral, but so slick it was that it enter unimpeded. Carrot let his chin drop upon the plastic sacks, gritting his teeth as his backdoor was spread apart by the wider base. Joe’s head met his rump and the magic let go. He pulled back just a bit and then pushed back in. And again.

Joe worked up a steady rhythm, horning the virgin flank as its grip relaxed around the pointed bone. The sign that Carrot’s ass was beginning to accept this, welcoming what was to come. Ever since that time in the spa, he’d been think about this moment. It was a mystery as to why he didn’t just plough Carrot senseless by now. Time to change that. He could hear the married baker’s hisses devolve into shameless moans, almost panting for more to fill his rear. More was soon to come.

Joe retreated. Carrot sighed in pleasure as the swirling grooves teased along the rim of his pucker for the last time. His breaths heavy with need and his cock flexing hopelessly for release. A pair of large hooves took hold of his flanks. Carrot’s eyes shot open, but he didn’t turn to behold his partner. All he needed to see was the looming shadow casted by the light behind Joe to make his heart boom in his ears. His cheeks were spread once more, but this time by hooves experienced in kneading dough into submission, groping a moan from his lungs.

Joe appraised his prize. The dark yellow pucker twitched and clenched from anxious arousal, wet with impromptu lube. The sight made Joe’s shaft twitch lively, dribbling with pre in hunger for the quivering hole. Enough waiting, his magic took hold of his veiny beast, angled it right for the virgin backdoor and pressed forward.

“Oh, sugar cookies!” He knew it was bigger than the horn, but the large flare practically eclipsed his rear opening as it applied pressure. Taking it in the mouth was one thing, but this was—Joe gave a minute thrust and between the lube and the previous penetration the flat head was able to pop in. “Ah!” a yelp that was more girly than he was proud of, Carrot clenched the edge of the flour stack with gritted teeth. Joe held still, giving him time to adjust. After a few deep breaths the yellow pony felt Joe advance a little further, slowly. He could only groan. It was painful, the worst had passed with the fat tip now secured in his rear, but it was still a huge stretch for a first-timer. Joe stopped again, and pulled out slowly. Another groan, but more airy, the lube did help a bit. He felt the flare about to exit before it came back forward, reaching slowly still, but deeper than before. Less groan this time, more moan. And so things proceeded.

One pony’s thrusts became deeper and faster. The other’s grunts of discomfort became hot breaths of pleasure. He had forgotten the initial sting and became only cognizant of the how much stretch his tight hole had to withstand to accommodate such a large piece of equipment. Breathy pants started to rise in volume as Joe picked up the pace, going deeper still. Carrot’s rump synced to the rhythm as if on its own accorded. The ring of muscle clamped down in time with Joe’s thrusts, no longer trying to keep him out, but to keep that lovely cock inside, gripping down when it threatened to pull out. If he had to describe it in one word; full. So full and so good.

A particularly deep push brought Joe’s medial ring up against the entrance to the tight backside. Icing on a twizzler, he’s not even halfway in! Joe straightened his stance and gripped Carrot by his waist. Playtime was over. His hips reversed out as Carrot’s pucker pleaded him to stay inside with a squeeze. Plead answered, Joe made a mighty thrust forward and started to fuck Carrot vigorously.

“Oh my—fuck!” Carrot’s last coherent words as his ass was ravaged by studly furry. Still, only half of that marvelous member was ploughing him, but it was ploughing him good. The rim of that midway ring just battering his tailhole without forcing its way in. Each withdrawal denying the promise of more cock, but it was more than enough to drive him wild. It was probably all the dick he could handle, anyway. Pre flicked across bags of floor as the force of Joe’s rutting sent his shaft swinging through the air, slapping against his belly. Guttural moans filled the room as he felt himself getting close. The fullness, the heat, the taboo of it all, and the fervent brush of Joe’s flare against the bundle of nerves that was his prostate.

And he wasn’t the only one. Joe snarled in a pent up need as his grip tightened. He didn’t fuck Carrot harder, but the flare buried inside that tight ass started to swell, hallmarking the approach of one of its infamous orgasms. With the sudden bulge in size pressed the head even harder against that tender spot inside of Carrot as it brushed past it over and over again. That was all Carrot need to push him over the edge. He wail out in one long protracted groan as the floodgates burst. Streams of cum erupting from the root of his cock, shooting strands of thick pleasure upon the stack of powder.

“Fucking Luna!” Joe pulled out, with no small effort, and in a roar of his own plastered the well-fucked bottom with his signature ropes of white. Carrot’s back, bum and some of the wall ahead of him were splattered. He couldn’t care less, he was too busy bathing in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm of his life. He lay there panting slowly, swishing his tail in languid arches. He’d done it, gone all the way with another male. And it was amazing. Years of repressed desire all released at once.

His coat tingled from the globs of payload Joe had unleashed. It was delightful. His bum was sore, but in a good way. Sex like that would do that to you. Joe might’ve muttered something about going another round, but he couldn’t make it out through the haze of his post-fuck mind. A lazy eye notices some cum on his hoof beginning to cool. He was about to bring it to his mouth when a voice squealed forth from the front counter.

Pinkie’s voice rang through the bakery, “Mr. Cake! Mr. Cake! I figured it out! ‘Stick up’ rhymes with ‘hiccup’. Oh and Gummy forgot the dessert plates!”

This was going to take more than a Pinkie Pie swear to cover up.

Author's Note

Hope I proofread it well enough this time. I intend to finish this, but I'm going to chop things down, so next chapter will be the finale. Initially I was going to have a chapter for each day of the week, but I'd like to free up time for more things, oneshots possibly. So next chapter will be more of a "Day 3, Day 4" sort of format, maybe. Think i got a writing schedule that works now, so it shouldn't take so long to wrap things up. I know I for one hate having a clopfic never get to the finish because it was left in limbo. This will not be my Velvet's Princess!

Thanks to those who have stuck with this so far. Leave thoughts, comments and any mistakes you may have seen.