Goin' Places

“Snort - get off my ramen...Wha…” Leech drowsily batted a feathered appendage from her face, as her eyes fluttered open. Blinking, wiping a strand of drool from her chin, she wearily pushed herself up. In a daze, waking up to unfamiliar environs, she took stock of her surroundings.

The area was small but comfortable, with a curtained window on the closest wall to her side of the bed. A nightstand sat next to the mattress, within reach of where she rested. Pushing herself up on her forelegs, she squinted at a laundry basket sitting in the far corner, just below a rather suggestive poster of Princess Cadance. As she scanned the room, her eyes ultimately settled upon a turquoise colored pegasus in bed beside her. In the blink of an eye, fractured, somnolent-laced memories of the day prior came flooding back.

Reaching for Frigid, remembering just how friendly he’d been, Leech caught herself. She saw no reason to wake him up - at least, not yet. For the time being, he could rest - especially after sharing his roof and his bed with her. As content as she would have been to lie back down and get some more sleep, there was an opportunity to be seized.

As stealthily as possible, she slowly shifted her lower half over the edge of the bed. It’s not like she was going to do anything nefarious, although the chance to do some passive snooping certainly couldn’t be turned down. As her thighs rubbed across one another, she winced slightly; unfortunately, what little remained of the foal batter she’d been pumped full of had leaked out overnight.

Silently cursing to herself for not showering and properly cleaning herself, inside and out, she made finding the bathroom a priority. Quietly trotting around the mattress, taking care not to disturb the snoozing pegasus, she headed towards one of the three doorways in the room. She presumed at least one was a restroom, although they were all barely ajar and she couldn’t tell which led where.

Reaching the closest of the three archways, Leech peeked through the opening and was greeted by a large, spacious room. With the prospect of unabated exploration, she quickly shuffled her priorities. It wasn’t like she was going to get any dirtier getting a tour, so the shower could wait. Slinking out, making sure to close the door behind herself, she crept into the corridor.

Stepping lightly, the mare gave herself an all too brief tour of her host’s home. She vaguely recalled arriving the night prior, after falling asleep on the train, although the details were foggy. The brief walk to Frigid’s house was a blur, as the pegasus had guided her along. Before she knew it, she was in a comfortable bed and fast asleep. Between the trip, their rather scandalous shenanigans, and hours chatting, she’d been completely tuckered out.

The area in which she found herself appeared to be a living room, with a grand total of five doorways leading to the various corners of the house. If she had to guess, the den served as the central hub of the building. A large couch, flanked by a pair of recliners, sat before a rather sizable coffee table. Spying a large glass-faced structure, positioned in one corner, she went off to investigate. Numerous trophies and plaques sat arranged within the display cabinet, top lit by a light above.

Inspecting the prizes, Leech closed on the towering piece of award filled furniture. Various dates and events were transcribed on each one, noting her host’s snowboarding accomplishments. Even though she wasn’t one to swoon over a stallion’s achievements, she had to admit, she was pretty impressed. Making a mental note to ask Frigid about them later, she poked her head into an open archway to her left.

A small, relatively unkempt kitchen awaited her, with appliances haphazardly lining a countertop and a sink full of questionably clean dishes. Scrunching her snout, staving off the compulsive temptation to tidy up, she hastily retreated. Reversing course into the living room, making her way towards the back of the den, she discovered a tiny dining room which led back into the cooking area.

Processing everything, Leech looked back over her shoulder. If she had to guess, the doorway just to the right of the bedroom was the lavatory - likely connecting it to the central parlor. Strolling back past the sofa, looking to cement her suspicion, she peered inside the mysterious chamber. As she’d suspected, it was the bathroom.

Letting herself inside, she surveyed the interior. From left to right, she found a linen closet, toilet, a fairly large tub, and a shower stall. All told, for a bachelor pad, it was a pretty sweet bathroom. Grinning, pleased with the validation of her assumption, she glanced through a doorway on her right. Gazing into the bedroom, spying Frigid’s comatose form, she concocted a plan.

After washing up and drying off, she’d treat her gracious host to breakfast in bed. Hell, depending on what sort of ingredients he had lying around, she may even have time to neaten up his kitchen. Stepping into the shower, mutely crying out as the cold water cascaded over her, she set her machinations into motion.

Given Leech’s experience with quickly cleaning up, she was lathered, rinsed, and dried in a matter of minutes. Not knowing what to do with her sullied towel, she draped it over the side of the tub; she could always throw it in the hamper later, if or when Frigid asked her to. With a spring in her step, she skipped off to the kitchen.

“Alright, what’ve we got to work with…” she whispered to herself, opening the refrigerator to root around for ingredients. Sadly, in her eagerness to prepare some breakfast, she failed to realize she was being watched.

Having woken up in a vacant bed, Frigid immediately realized something was amiss. His guest, the spunky unicorn mare he’d met at the train station the day before, was missing - not only that, but he heard the shower running. Now, normally, he wouldn’t take issue with company letting themselves use his bathroom; but considering how brazen her behavior was, he couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious.

Anypony who was crazy enough to jump a strangers bones after fifteen minutes - on a public train, no less - was capable of doing Celestia knows what. Getting up and checking his room, ensuring that nothing was out of place, he glanced into the bathroom. Sure enough, Leech was blissfully washing herself. Content to see what she was planning, he bided his time.

Watching her shower, seeing flat, wet mane plastered against her head and neck was almost enough to make him second guess himself - almost. Steeling his resolve, forcing himself not to get entranced by the provocative sight, he shook free his sinful thoughts. As she turned off the water and wiped her face, he retreated from sight.

Minutes passed and, much to Frigid’s surprise, the mare didn’t reenter the bedroom - no, he distinctly heard her moving to the opposite end of the house. Even if she didn’t have any ill intent, her actions smacked of somepony who was either foolhardy, woefully lacking in social graces, grossly ignorant, or some combination of the three. Regardless of what her plan was, he needed to set a few ground rules - not just for his own sanity, but for her etiquette overall.

Rushing to his other door, clandestinely watching her saunter into his kitchen, he devised a scheme. Trotting after her, he set his brow. Under normal circumstances, he wasn’t one to play the stern card with folks, but Leech seemed to be a special case. Something told him that she wasn’t one to learn via conventional means, which meant he’d have to resort to unorthodox methods.

Following the unicorn into the kitchen, watching her start to rifle around in his fridge, he set his jaw and stomped up behind her. Just as she turned, presumably hearing his heavy hooffalls, he spun her to face himself and prodded a wing to her chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Frigid flatly inquired, leering down at the substantially smaller pony.

Caught off guard, Leech’s pupils shrank to razored slits. Shrinking back, feeling her rear bump against the countertop behind her, she had nowhere to run. “I...I was just going to make some breakfast for us!”

“Were you? Or were you just going to take something and bolt!” the stallion countered, poking her a second time with his pinioned appendage.

“No! Honest, I fuckin' swear, I was only going to cook some breakfast, you ass!” Leech spat, her trepidation tinged with anger.

“Then why didn’t you get me up?” Frigid pressed, raising an eyebrow and holding his scowl. “Do you think it’s alright to just get up and start going around in someone’s house? I just met you! You can’t do that kind of thing to folks!”

“What? Would you rather I just left?” she barked, defiantly stomping a hoof. A jaded smile spit her features, as a heady cocktail of emotions welled up within her. “It’s funny, I try to do something nice for somepony and I get shit on. Go fucking figure…”

“Listen,” the pegasus began, brushing her shoulder with his wing; she flinched slightly, but didn’t move otherwise. “I’m not saying you can’t do nice stuff like that, but don’t you think somepony could get the wrong impression?”

“How? By getting fucking waffles instead of pancakes?” Leech growled, glaring up at him.

“No, you stubborn ass. Ok, like, we just met, right?” Frigid asked, his expression softening and tone lowering. He had her on the back hoof so it was time to reign it in a bit.

“Yeah. What about it?” the unicorn groused, holding her ground.

“And it wouldn’t seem odd if somepony you invited over to your place just up and disappeared?” he continued, taking a small step back.

“I…” Leech’s rebuttal faltered, as she processed the question.

Honestly, she’d never really given it much thought. More often than not, after crashing at a fling’s house, she was asked to leave. Without ever having had a home to call her own, she was left to speculate on the theoretical circumstances of the matter. Caught up in her thoughts, with her contemptuous irritation disarmed, she rubbed her chin.

“Wouldn’t be nice, would it?” Frigid muttered, his voice all but a whisper.

With a defeated shrug, Leech kept her eyes on the floor. “No…” she sullenly grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “Sorry…”

“Look, I just don’t want you getting yourself into trouble or anything. Like, what would you have done if I was somepony else - somepony who might actually do something to hurt you…” the pegasus softly murmured, raising her chin with the tip of her wing.

“You didn’t have to be an ass about it,” Leech groused, scrunching her snout and reluctantly meeting his eyes.

“True, but something told me you’d just brush the suggestion off...if I’d casually asked,” Frigid chuckled, ruffling her still-damp mane. His comment left her brow to furrow, though the bulk of the anger had left her eyes. Nodding, giving her the barest smirk, he started down at her. “Pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Leech parroted, instantly thrown off.

“Pancakes!” Frigid repeated, pointing towards a cupboard. Turning in place, Leech peered up to where he was aiming. “There’s some mix up there; it’s old, but it’s probably still good. Eggs and milk in the fridge,” he added. With the situation resolved, he slapped her flank with his wing and leisurely spun away.

Putting the pieces together, realizing he’d just flippantly placed an order, Leech watched the pegasus depart. “And where the hell are you going?”

Without breaking stride or looking back, the stallion waved in her direction. “I am going to take a shower. Remember,” he slowed, looking over his shoulder at her, “don’t steal my shit.” Shooting her a wink, he disappeared into the lavatory.

“Oh you smug bastard,” she hissed, smiling despite herself.

Reaching for the fridge, intent on starting to make breakfast, she stopped herself. Shaking her head, she dispelled the notion of obliging his request for a hot meal, an idea began to coalesce. Hot meal...Yeah, that wouldn’t be bad at all. Sauntering off to the bathroom, a sly grin crept across her face.

Hearing the shower turn on, Leech loitered outside of the commode. After roughly a minute passed, she peeked in and found the pegasus washing himself. Given the size of the stall, there was easily enough room for two ponies to fit - which was good, considering what she’d hastily devised. Throwing the glass door open, boldly stepping in besides the perplexed stallion, she held a hoof aloft.

“Three things,” she began, as the amethyst approximation of a sorcerous hand appeared over her appendage. Bravely staring Frigid down, three digits from the magical extremity unfurled. “First of all, fuck you. Secondly, yes, I’m still going to make breakfast. Thirdly, I wanna show you something,” she tutted, abruptly reversing course and moving towards the tub in the corner.

Stepping into the basin, after inspecting it and doing a few mental calculations, she reclined, face up, over the edge. The height was damn near perfect, leaving her head at roughly the level of her host’s waist. Clearing her throat, seeing that the dripping wet stallion had his eyes on her, she motioned for him to come closer.

“Since I didn’t get a load in my belly yesterday, I want you to come over here and fuck my face,” she nonchalantly stated.

“E...Excuse me?” Frigid blurted, wondering if he’d heard her right.

“Come on. You get a blowjob and pancakes, I get to have my face plowed - it’s a win-win!” Leech cheerfully exclaimed, catching the barest glimpse of his loins.

“Leech, you know I’m not the smallest and -” he was cut off, as the unicorn dismissively waved a hoof.

“Nah nah nah, trust me, it’s kinda my thing,” she laughed. “It’s a straight shot down, look,” she cooed, swinging her jaw open.

Looking down at the mare, gazing into her open and inviting maw, Frigid gulped. He’d never had much luck with getting oral from mares in the past. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hilt himself in someone’s muzzle - it was purely a logistical issue. Like trying to fit into a garment that was one or two sizes too small, except that “article” was a living being.

“The quicker you cum in my mouth, the quicker you get pancakes,” Leech taunted, wiggling with her back on the lip of the tub.

“You know what, fuck it. But if you can’t take it all, you’re making dinner and cleaning the house,” he exasperatedly sighed.

Trotting over to the unicorn, hoping his slowly growing erection didn’t give away his reluctant enthusiasm, he smoothly stepped over her supine form and placed his forehooves into the basin. A part of him doubted she could actually handle all of him, without throwing up or passing out, but a gauntlet had been thrown down and he wasn’t about to step away.

Watching the stallion’s gently swaying length grow closer and closer, spying those ripe, fat nuts of his, Leech’s mouth began to water. “Oh yeah, come to mama,” she purred, licking her chops. As soon as it was within striking distance, her head darted forward. Wrapping her lips around the semi-rigid tip, she got to work.

“Mmmm,” Frigid hummed, content to let her get him warmed up. Situated as she was, she wouldn’t be able to do too much on her own - which meant he’d have to do the lion’s share of moving. Flexing his pelvis, he sent more blood into his rapidly hardening tool and ground an inch or so past her lips.

Caressing the sides and top of his stallionhood with her tongue, Leech took deep, steady breaths; besides filling her sinuses with that sweet, sweet aroma of stud musk, the act prepped her lungs and got extra oxygen into her blood. Reaching up, she sweetly fondled his balls. Soon enough, the contents of those ripe puppies would be all hers.

Shuffling forward, eager to see if the spunky mare could deliver, he bucked his hips. Sure enough, the head of his cock battered against the back of her throat and into her esophagus. Markedly more snug than her mouth, her airway quivered around him. A jolt of bliss shot up his spine, feeling the tight embrace on his cock.

“J...just tell me if you need me to stop,” Frigid sputtered, his excitement getting the better of him.

Closing his eyes, he began lightly thrusting into her face. Though she’d abandoned playing with his nuts, the confines of her neck more than made up for it. Casting his head down and to the side, looking back at her, he saw her throat obscenely bulging with each plunge. As astoundingly hot as the sight was, it didn’t hold a candle to what he found next.

Noticing that her forelegs were reaching towards her loins, he peered down each black furred limb. His eyes widened in shock, discovering that she was shamelessly getting herself off to the forceful oral. With one hoof on her marehood, energetically kneading her meaty snatch, she massaged one teat above her crotch - needless to say, it was profoundly arousing and his body reacted accordingly.

Balancing most of her weight on her shoulders, which lie securely planted on the tub’s edge, Leech used her hind legs to keep herself steady. Between the forethought of priming her lungs and taking a deep breath as soon as the stallion moved to plow her muzzle, she reckoned she had somewhere around three minutes before she fell unconscious. It was rare that she got to enjoy somepony skull fucking her on her back, so she intended to savor every second of it.

The sensation of her throat distending with each plunge, knowing she was able to handle every glorious inch of Frigid’s stallionhood was rewarding enough, but her enjoyment didn’t end there. Her sinuses were absolutely flooded with his scent, her taste buds were awash in the flavor of his flesh and the residue of their screwing the day before, she was blinded by the pegasus’ swaying balls with each thrust, and she couldn’t be happier. As she fought down her gag reflex, using a few tricks she’d learned over the years, she fervently rubbed one out.

Years ago, when Leech had first started learning how to please a stallion, her skills were - shall we say - somewhat lacking. The first time she’d sucked a dick had been unpleasant and, unfortunately, left her with a sore jaw and an unsatisfied partner. Hellbent on improving herself, swearing a solemn vow to be the best damn cock sucker Equestria had ever seen, she’d trained herself on sex toys and assorted males alike. As time passed and her expertise grew, so too did her lustful passion for the act.

With his body working on autopilot, Frigid’s eyes stay locked on the mare getting herself off. As if the feeling of hilted wasn’t good enough, the fact that she was so into it made it so much hotter. Watching Leech play with herself, knowing how much she was enjoying being used, elevated the entire experience and sent him rocketing towards the edge. Pistoning her face, sending his nuts slapping against her eyes and forehead, he gave her his all.

Fixating on her clit, Leech silently prayed she could cum along with her host. She could feel him throbbing in her maw, leading her to believe he was close; it was a good thing too, given that her lungs were starting to burn. Clamping her lips around the base of his tool, lashing its girthy root with her tongue, she endured. Soon she’d have her creamy reward…

“F...Fuck,” Frigid wheezed, trying and failing to stave off his climax, “g...gonna cum.”

As badly as he would have liked to deposit a load of spunk into her stomach, he was left conflicted. Besides the fact that she’d been down there for a bit, he didn’t want to drown the girl. Begrudgingly taking a step back, preparing to unsheath himself and paint her with his jizz, something snagged his thigh. As fate - or, more appropriately, a particularly tenacious mare - would have it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Abandoning her snatch, sensing the stallion trying to pull away, Leech leapt into action. Though it was regrettable that she wouldn’t be able to finish herself off, she’d much rather get every drop of his seed pumped down her throat. Fitfully exerting her magic and pulling him to her face, she saw to it that she got what she so desperately wanted.

“FUCK!” Frigid groaned, wincing and clenching his jaw. In all his years of fooling around, he’d never - not once - had a climax as powerful from oral alone. Flaring deep in her esophagus, his stallionhood pulsed violently, sending wave after wave of his essence into her.

With her marehood hungrily clenching upon itself, Leech’s vision started to tunnel. After the first four or five shots, assured that she’d gotten most of his cum into herself, she patted his barrel. She’d be good and damn sure to flick the bean to memories of the moment later - for now, she needed air; coincidentally, she got much more than she bargained for.

Taking a step back, compelled to repay the favor, Frigid retracted his cum slick length from the mare’s gullet. Extending his wings, cradling her rump with one and her upper back with the other, he tipped her over the lip of the basin. Effectively resting on her shoulders, with her rump resting just below his face, he set upon her loins like a ravenous animal.

Leech’s world went topsy-turvy in the blink of an eye. She’d gone from having her face plowed and on the brink of blacking out to being upside down with a big lug eating her pussy like it was his final meal - the suddenness of it all was, to say the least, was slightly jarring. Accosted by the rapturous sensation of the pegasus’ tongue digging into her snatch, she clamped her thighs around his head.

“D...Don’t - Cough- Don’t stop!” she croaked.

The gasping, panting mare’s request was all the affirmation Frigid needed. Running his tongue through her sex, occasionally probing its depths, he administered a number of techniques he’d learned. The plucky unicorn had to be a hare’s breath from cumming, given how badly her thighs were trembling. With her marehood winking against his muzzle, he executed his coup de grâce.

As the pegasus fixated on her clit, wrapping his thick, pouting lips around the engorged bud, Leech absolutely lost it. Crying out in ecstasy, thrashing about and nearly toppling over, orgasmic juices dribbled and squirted from her sex. Having nearly gotten herself off, prior to Frigid hosing down her throat, she’d been on a hair trigger - one which the stallion had gleefully and expertly dealt with. Squeaking and mewling, explosively squirting due to the supremely well executed oral, she felt herself being lowered.

Using his wings, Frigid guided the mare to the floor. Content to let her ride out her climax, he made a mental note about her geyser like finish. If and/or when they fooled around in the bedroom, he’d be sure to have a towel or two handy for her explosive ejaculate. As the unicorn started to move, jerkily pushing herself up, he extended a hoof.

“F...fuck yeah! I told you I - Cough - could do it!” Leech triumphantly rasped, rubbing her neck.

Beyond having a newfound appreciation for pythons, she was extremely pleased with herself. She’d throated her host, gotten her pussy eaten, and was going to get to make pancakes. All in all, one hell of a way to start the morning - even if the pegasus had been a bit of a well-meaning dick earlier.

Rolling his eyes at her hubris, Frigid shoved the mare back towards the shower stall. Strands of nut hung from her lips, errant drops and spatters dotted her face and neck, and her ass-half was slick with her own juices. There was no way in Tartarus she was gonna do anything in the kitchen - not until they were both washed up.

Turning the knob, causing still warm water to sprinkle over their bodies, Leech turned towards the stud. Without skipping a beat, she levitated a bottle of body wash over and started lathering his withers and shoulder. “What’s your favorite fruit?”

Taking the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dab into the unicorn’s shaggy mane, he moved a hoof towards her head. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, working the soap into her hair. “Blueberries or maybe blackberries. Why?”

“Gonna make you some blackberry syrup for you pancakes - well, once I get a few bits to buy blackberries,” she responded, blindly moving towards his flanks.

“You don’t have to do that,” Frigid muttered, carefully washing around her horn.

“Nah, don’t sweat it. Oh! And I’ll make dinner too, even though I lost. Ain’t had the chance to cook in a proper kitchen for a while, so I’m gonna make the most of it. Plus,” she added, wiping her face and peering up at him with a twinkling, cat-like eye, “it’s the least I can do.”

Frigid grinned, reached up with a wing, and angled the shower-head over to rinse her off. “The only thing I want you to worry about is getting a job. The last thing I need is you loafing around my pad ad infinitum.”

“Excuse me?” Leech balked, magically shifting the spraying nozzle to hose the stallion down. “I’ll have you know, sucking dick, especially ones which don't fall in the baby carrot category, ain’t a piece of cake - shit, I just make it look easy!”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Frigid snickered, turning off the flow of water and reversing out of the stall. “I’ll run to the shop down the street and get us some coffee and a newspaper; we can check classifieds, after we eat.”

“Wanting to get the mare a little coffee for all that cream, eh?” she laughed, playfully elbowing his ribs. Shaking herself off, forgoing a proper drying, she pranced out of the room. “Alright hot stuff, I’ll be in the kitchen!”

Seeing her flee, hearing the chipper tone in her voice, Frigid’s smile broadened. Even if she didn’t find employment right away, having somepony around the house would definitely keep things interesting. Snatching up a fresh towel, grumbling under his breath, he gave chase after the soggy mare. Yeah, something told him that his life would be a lot more lively with her around…