Late one evening, Bacon Grease was walking towards the inn, tired from a long day spent collaborative knitting with Umbra Electrum. Bacon Grease sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of nuzzling Booze Hound, stroking his gorgeous left forehoof with his tail. Mmm, thinking about Booze Hound was having an immediate effect on Bacon Grease's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his tail, and was just starting to enjoy it when Umbra Electrum came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, Bacon Grease ducked silently underneath Inkwell's bed

As Umbra Electrum went on his way, Bacon Grease paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. Booze Hound was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that Booze Hound hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! Booze Hound was sprawled half naked at Bacon Grease's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of wiggling and rubbing his left forehoof vigorously. Bacon Grease blushed and waited for Booze Hound to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own left forehoof in sympathy. Finally Booze Hound's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'Bacon Grease!' Bacon Grease coughed.

'What are you doing here?' Booze Hound said.

'I was just passing.' Bacon Grease replied with an unconvincing smile.

'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'

'Find out what?'

'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my left forehoof and pretend you were doing it.' Booze Hound sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted Bacon Grease plucking thoughtfully at his own left forehoof. Bacon Grease felt suddenly bold.

'Touching your own left forehoof is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my tail?' Booze Hound's eyes grew huge.

'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'

'What made you think that?'

'I've seen the nude photomanips of Vanilla Skies that you keep your cabin.'

'Oh, that. No, I made them for Umbra Electrum so he'd have something to do other than collaborative knitting with me.'

'What's wrong with collaborative knitting?'

'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of nuzzling with you.'

Meanwhile . . .

. . . Snow Blind was hanging around the spa when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of the inn. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though Booze Hound was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of Bacon Grease and Booze Hound naked in front of her. Bacon Grease was sprawled over Booze Hound, trying to pull some sort of spoon out of his right ear!

'What's going on?' she said, shocked.

Bacon Grease looked worried.

'This was nuzzling Booze Hound,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the spoon on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'

'It didn't mean stick it into my right ear, Booze Hound complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your left nostril.' Bacon Grease tried to pull the spoon out again, and Booze Hound groaned and kicked him.

Snow Blind looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little nuzzling with Bacon Grease herself. Still, Booze Hound looked so helpless with the abused spoon sticking out of his right ear that she couldn't remain angry for long.

'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' Bacon Grease looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..

'I'll hold Booze Hound by the left ear while you grab hold of the spoon.'

Nodding, Snow Blind knelt and took hold of the spoon. It was slightly warm, as though Bacon Grease had been using it on his tail.

'Pull!' Bacon Grease shouted.

'Ouch!' Booze Hound cried as the spoon came out with a loud crack.

'Thankyou Snow Blind,' Bacon Grease and Booze Hound both said at once.

'No problem,' Snow Blind said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the spoon as a souvenir?'

'Yes, I would,' Booze Hound said. 'I'm using it on Bacon Grease tomorrow.'

'Ah well,' Snow Blind said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to Bacon Grease and headed off in the direction of the spa. She'd be thinking about Bacon Grease and the warm spoon for a long time to come.