A sweet treat

Summer was finally here, and with that, came the perfect weather for a good tan and a good sweat. Seigfried always felt refreshed after a good workout, a sense of relief that came with the soreness of a good leg day but as wonderful as the gym was, there was nothing like fresh air filling your lungs during a dead lift. The outdoor gym out by the park was the perfect place to get fit and he was taking it all in, enjoying a small jog to warm up the body before his strength training. 

 The park was packed and it was nice, a variety of people enjoying the weather in various different ways. The imps were out and about as well and as he made his rounds he observed the people out and about. Some having picnics, lounging out to get a tan, others doing the same as him in getting their bodies moving in both doll and bun forms. He saw a few familiar faces here and he waved to the buns he knew but by the time he rounded back towards the outdoor gym he was honed in- focused and ready to sweat. 

He was a sight to behold, many buns watching as he stretched, the rippling of his muscles and the slight sheen from the sweat that had built from his warm up. A small group of buns coming just a tad closer to watch as the group of jocks on their work outs. Siegfried was never one to shy from the attention of course. He gave a few gratuitous flexes here and there to rile up his small crowd as he worked; adding more and more weight, and as his body temperature heated up, he began to shed his clothes down to his shorts. 

By the time he had finished with his reps, there were quite a few buns gathered to watch him in particular, one bun holding up a water bottle to him in which he graciously accepted. After a few small glugs of the cold liquid he splashed the rest onto his face and hair, shaking the excess off and letting the rest run onto his chest. He glistened in the sun, accentuating his toned body and swollen muscles. He enjoyed his little crowd but the show was finished and he was sore, that was, until he heard the small chime of a bell and the sound of thin wheels ticking along the gravel path towards the gym. It was a little ice cream truck, with a familiar blonde dame dressed in church garb pushing it, Mercy. 

She was clicking the small bell as she approached the small crowd, so many potential customers… “Ice cream for sale! All proceeds are donated to the church!” She called out in her sweet and inviting tone. A few buns flocked to the cart immediately but most stayed for the gun show. As she rounded the corner she made eye contact with Siegfried and smiled, repeating her words. “Ice cream for sale~” She continued to make her way up to him before rummaging through the cart and pulling a particularly phallic popsicle out and holding it out to him. “All proceeds to go the church.” She followed it with a wink and as he took a look at the ice cream he knew… they had done something similar to this a while ago, and he picked up on her queue… her hustle was good, subtle even. He knew he’d get a cut of whatever profits she made, of course she would skim a little off the top for herself and he smiled. He took the ice cream with a nod. “Best ice cream in all of Burrowgatory. I could eat the whole cart if I could afford it” He replied with a loud voice, loud enough the the crowd to hear as he took a bite, letting some… haphazardly dribble off and onto his chest. What a site to behold, and it took no time at all for more and more buns to flood the ice cream, buying one or two to hand to Seigfried to clumsily spill on himself. 

After some time, Seigfried was nicely cooled by all the ice cream, if not quite sticky and Mercy’s cart was empty. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” She said with a smile and a napkin, leaning in to clean his chest. “I’ll transfer your cut to you when I get back to the church.” She whispered towards him with a wink.

“The pleasure was mine. “ He smirked. 

Overall it was a productive summer day, a good work out, some good ice cream, and full pockets. Man, he needed to work outside more often. Hopefully next time Mercy has more of the blueberry ice creams he likes.