Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers

Feeling the mare in his grasp fidget about, Mlemy awoke and tightened his grip. Be darned if he knew where she was trying to go or why she would want to stop spooning, but he was having no part of it. Pulling her to his broad chest, utterly ignoring her feeble struggling, he purred contentedly. Even if she had been seriously trying to free herself, she would have had a tough time - after all, he was nearly double her size and immeasurably stronger than she was.

The night prior, much to his pleasant surprise, Leech had shown up at his lack of door for a surprise visit. Upon spying the svelte and rather sultry unicorn, he’d immediately dropped his comic, charged across the floor of his cavern, and practically tackled her to the floor. It wasn’t his fault that she only occasionally came to see him, so he couldn’t be blamed for being enthused to see her.

Though he didn’t have much to offer, he did what he could to make her feel at home. An offering of his stewed potatoes? Sure! Letting her read the latest exclusive issue of Power Ponies? No problem. Burying her nose in his groin and pumping a load down her throat? Absolutely! There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for her or to her, since she was one of the few ponies who hadn’t run in terror at the sight of him!

Their evening, outside of a particularly brutal sixty-nine and some requisite doggy style, had been relatively relaxed and restful. After they’d sated themselves with one another, they’d had a humble meal and hunkered down for the night. As they lay on his mattress, with him lovingly stroking her mane, she eventually explained why she’d made the trek out to his cave.

Besides having one of the biggest, baddest knots to ever plug her marehood, he was apparently one of the quietest friends she’d ever met. According to her, most of her companions were quite chatty and would often talk to her for hours on end. His inability to speak ponish, while a minor inconvenience, meant that she could savor her time with him without being drawn into a lengthy conversation.

Even though she couldn’t understand his grunt and snarls, she seemed to understand him well enough - heck, better than any other pony he’d ever run across! Despite their differences in species and the language barrier, he found himself exceptionally fond of the mare and, as she had sleepily admitted, she really did like him and his bestial charm. Regardless, after nearly an hour of rubbing her back and lulling her to sleep, he joined her and drifted off.

“Come on,” she playfully groused, ineffectually tugging at his arm, “I gotta go do something.”

Mlemy twisted his head, draping his chin over her face. Whatever she wanted, it could wait until later. Rolling onto her, taking care not to crush her under his substantial weight, he purred and playfully humped her. If he had to guess, given her rather lustful nature, a bit of morning action may convince her to relent.

Wriggling her way from beneath him, but not before grinding her ass against his crotch, she grinned up at him. “We can do that after I get back.”

Pushing himself up and allowing her to escape, he quirked a brow. She hadn’t mentioned anything about leaving so early, nor goin on any sort of trip, so he was a bit confused by her statement. Rolling over and seating himself on the edge of his mat, he watched her get up, brush herself off, and steadily get dressed.

“Don’t look at me like that! I’m just gonna run into town and get us some snacks - that’s all. If you thought I was going to ditch you this early, why would I have brought extra clothes?” she tutted, pointing at her duffel bag. Slipping into a pair of panties, a threadbare t-shirt, and an exceedingly short skirt, she trotted towards the exit. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be a bit.”

He went to stand and stop her, but thought better of it. Like it or not, she’d made a good point; though he had enough provisions for the two of them, it wasn’t like his food selection was all that varied. He never had much junk food around, preferring the fresh produce he foraged from the woods, but that was about it. Unfortunately, his cozy cave was without power and, as such, he didn’t have a fridge.

“Hey hey hey,” she whispered, sauntering over and cradling his head in her hands, “no pouting.” Lifting his face and giving him a peck on the nose, she turned and skipped away. “If I’m not back in an hour, feel free to come and find me.”

Feeling a bit better about her promise, he waved goodbye as she departed. He could have accompanied her easy enough - then again, having him around tended to create problems. The simple affair of fetching groceries wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do when ponies were gawking or fleeing in terror. Flopping back onto his bed, he sighed.

On any other day, he would have busied himself with a trip to the stream, gone on a hike, or even purloined some veggies from a local farm, yet his motivation was virtually gone. Since he only lived a short walk from town, he saw no need to engross himself with anything too time consuming. If he left to run an errand or to go rooting around in the woods, there was a very real chance that he’d miss his guest’s return.

Grumbling to himself, pawing for one of his comics, his hand brushed against something soft. Blindly wrapping his fingers around the piece of fabric, he pulled the item into view. Knitting his brow, his eyes wandered over to whatever he’d retrieved. A pair of panties rested in his hand and there was only one mare they could have belonged to. At some point or another, possibly when Leech had flung her bag beside his mattress, her spare underwear must have become dislodged.

Glancing to the mouth of his cavern, ensuring he wasn’t being watched, he brought the silken garment to his nose and inhaled. Her delicate, floral scent flooded his sinuses, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine. She really was a sultry little tart and she was brave to boot, what with how she’d brazenly bedded him shortly after first meeting. There weren’t many who could claim they’d successfully taken his knot, though she’d done so with unparalleled enthusiasm.

Draping the article over his face and humming contentedly to himself, he rolled about on his mat - that was, until an odd sensation graced his snout. It almost felt like something warm was inside her panties, but that couldn’t be possible - could it? Grabbing the waistband of the garment, he sniffed around and extended one of his sinuous tongues.

The situation got increasingly bizarre, as the vaguely citrusy flavor of her marehood tickled his taste buds - not only that, but he could swear he felt fur against his lips. Intrigued and more than a little aroused, two more of his serpent-like tongues quested into the panties. The heat, velvety folds of flesh, and the sensation of a meaty canal twitching around his probing appendages left little room for doubt - as impossible as it seemed, he was eating her out.

Lifting the garment before himself, he drove his tongues into the piece of apparel. Though they disappeared into the fabric, nothing emerged from the other side. It was funny - of all the creatures to have such an ensorceled piece of clothing, he wasn’t surprised that his friend inexplicably owned a pair.

Though he knew a bit about magic and how it could accomplish all sorts of nonsensical feats, he didn’t understand how the article was mysteriously linked to the underwear Leech was wearing. The only reason he knew it was her was because of his keen senses and his familiarity with the mare. Having fooled around with her a number of times, he didn’t think he could ever forget her more intimate details.

A devilish, bifurcated grin split his features, as an idea coalesced. Since he had some time to kill until his visitor returned, he may as well distract himself. Ordinarily, he would have never been tempted to do something so cheekily depraved, though he couldn’t help himself. Given how perverted Leech was, he didn’t figure she’d mind a bit of stealthy attention while she was out and about.

Propping his head on a pillow, while tugging the panties over his snout, he put his trifecta of tongues to work. The set of dexterous appendages worked in tandem, caressing her canal and delving into her depths; if there was one thing he never got complaints on, it was his exquisitely thorough oral skills. Without being able to see or hear her, his mind was left to wander on what sort of reaction she was having to the lecherous assault.

Employing his usual mixture of tricks, in no specific order, he made sure to slather her innards and get her nice and worked up. Feeling her shiver and wink around him, he chuckled to himself. There was something sinfully wicked about playing with her while she was away. The best part about all of it was that she couldn’t do anything to stop him!

Wrapping his tongues together, he pistoned into her and knocked against her womb. It was only after a few minutes did he finally get any sort of substantial reaction. Her marehood angrily convulsed and lewdly gushed nectar into his face and into his maw. Smiling broadly, knowing he’d brought her to a climax, he steadily withdrew his tongues and licked his chops.

Though he’d made her cum, he was far from finished with his little friend. Peering down his chest, spying his rigid cock standing at his crotch, he moved the mystical undergarment down his torso. It seemed only fair that he be able to enjoy himself a bit, since she’d clearly relished his affection so much. Holding the panties over his dong, he paused.

If he was going to furtively rut her, he may as well do it properly. Scrambling and setting the article to the side, if only for a moment, he gathered his blankets and pillows into a heap. With the hastily made pile of linens and cushions ready, he nodded to himself and placed the garment on the soft hill he’d constructed.

As he got to his knees and moved into position, holding the panties with one hand and guiding his dick with the other, he readied himself. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing, Leech was about to get one heck of an eye opener. His tongues could be fun and were more than capable of bringing a mare to their knees, sure, but they didn’t hold a candle to his mammoth member.

With everything in position, and his tool leveled at the crotch panel of the undergarment, he slowly thrust forward. The warm, inviting canal of his mate embraced him, causing him to tremble in delight. He couldn’t comprehend how in Equestria she managed to stay so tight, given they’d fucked like rabbits the night before, but he was hardly going to complain. Shuffling forward, he steeled his resolve and plunged deeper.

Inch after girthy inch of his length disappeared into the panties, until his knot bumped against her entrance. Unlike a pony’s stallionhood, his shaft was slightly tapered; with a spear-like tip thick, widening shaft, and a bulbous knot resting at his base, his equipment was vaguely canine in appearance. Between its imposing size and foreign shape, there were perilously few who were brave enough to take him, but not Leech.

Feeling her squeeze and flex around his tool, his enthusiasm soared. Hunching forward, having firmly impaled the apparel to the mountain of blankets and pillows, he started thrusting. Gentle to start, giving her time to adjust to the monumental and likely unexpected intrusion, he only gradually increased his speed.

Left to his lonesome, the air of his den was soon filled with the sound of his heavy breaths. Pounding away, only slowing to merrily gyrate his hips, he drove the panties into the mound. It was definitely a better arrangement than simply holding the garment, but it still left something to be desired - that being said, his mind was going a thousand miles a minute.

He could scarcely imagine how Leech was responding to the situation. Left to guess, judging from his experience with her, she was probably a gibbering, moaning mess - then again, she was out in public. If - and that was an extraordinarily big if - she was somehow able to maintain composure, he had to assume she was having a dickens of a time not making a scene. Tightening his grip, with thoughts of her trying not to draw attention to herself dancing around in his head, he forcefully ground his knot against her entrance.

Between the heavenly sensations she afforded, the surreptitious act itself, and wondering how the mare was holding out, his enthusiasm reached a fevered pitch. He really wasn’t concerned about his endurance, since it was still early and he knew he’d be rutting her again later, so he let himself go wild.

Even without being able to see her face, he could tell that Leech was loving it. She was absolutely drenched, she needily clenched with his withdrawals, and he could practically sense her ravenous womb begging for another load of his seed. Jackhammering the mare through the enchanted panties, with the head of his cock prying open her cervix, he set his jaw and desperately tried to stave off the inevitable - alas, his efforts were in vain.

Rhythmically pounding against her, all but banging the heap of padding into his mat, he leveled every ounce of his strength and body-weight to the task at hand. He’d never failed in knotting her succulent cunt and he’d be darned if he was going to break his track record. It was only when he reared back, steadied himself, and plowed forward with everything he had did he finally get his wish. Battering into her snug confines, the bulbous root of his shaft battered its way inside her.

No sooner had he crammed his fat knot into her than she came again, violently quivering and squirting more of her juices. Her cervix fiercely gripped the tip of his shaft, silently yearning to be filled. With the added stimulation of her deepest depths, painfully aware that she wanted - no, needed his essence inside of her, he let himself succumb to his urges.

Snarling furiously, with drool creeping down his split chin, the dam broke. A veritable tsunami of foal-batter surged through his wildly pulsating shaft, bathing her interior with billions of enthusiastic swimmers - each of which on a single-minded quest to fertilize the virile female. The root of his dick throbbed and swelled, locking him inside her and ensuring that every drop of his precious spunk was unable to escape.

Overcome with bliss, he collapsed atop the pile of blankets and heaved air into his chest. Even if he’d wanted to pull out, it would have been next to impossible. Like it or not, due to his vastly swollen knot, he’d be stuck within her for the better part of an hour. Hoping that the mare had enjoyed the experience as much as he had, and taking solace in the face that she was still mobile, he chuckled to himself.

Soon enough she’d come back and, with any luck, bring some treats for them to enjoy. Though he doubted she’d be too upset with him, he felt sure he’d be getting an earful. Resigning himself to wait, he wearily stood, rearranged his bed, flopped onto his back, and grabbed a graphic novel from the floor. Until she made her return, he’d have to hurry up and wait...