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.