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.

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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.