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.

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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!”

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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.

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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.

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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.