Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers

Looking over her shoulder and waving back at her monstrous friend, Leech saw herself out of the cavern and into the outdoor air. In hindsight, she should have brought more provisions along with her the day before. Having only toted her trusty duffel, packed with some spare clothing and a handful of toys, she’d been unprepared for her hastily planned visit. Realistically speaking, even if she’d remembered to bring more with her, she was only able to carry so much - after all, she wasn’t the biggest or strongest mare around.

Given the early hour, and lack of morning meal options, she saw no reason not to head out to pick them up some breakfast and snacks. With her quick excursion underway, she skipped through the woodlands and into town. If she was lucky, she’d be able to pick up some freshly baked danishes and maybe a few cupcakes from the bakery!

It only took her a few minutes to reach her first stop. After she was done getting some danishes, she’d hop by the grocery store for some junk food and then the diner for a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for herself. Seeing as how she’d never seen Mlemy eat any sort of meat, excluding her marehood, she was left to presume he was herbivorous.

With the sun creeping overhead and the city slowly waking, she greeted the small number of towns-ponies she came across. She’d been in the area long enough to recognize most of the folks who lived in the area, even if she had garnered a rather dubious reputation for herself in the process. Most of the residents didn’t seem to have a problem with her, although there were a few who would shoot her disapproving looks from time to time - regardless, nobody ever gave her any flack for her slatternly appearance and penchant for lusty shenanigans.

“Morning,” Leech announced, seeing herself into the bakery and sauntering over to the counter. The moment she entered, the ambrosial aroma of fresh bread and confectionary drifted to her nose; without a doubt, if there was something that smelled better than the musk of a ripe pair of nuts, it was this shop in the early morning. “I’ll take a…” she trailed off, glancing down at her groin.

“Let me guess,” the stallion, a short and rather squat pegasus chuckled, “a cream pie?”

Shaking her head and looking up at him, she cleared her thoughts. It almost felt like something had bumped against her snatch, but there was nothing down there. Dismissing the odd occurrence, she leaned against the counter. “Not this morning. Let me get a dozen danishes - mixed fillings, if you could.”

Shooting her a salute, the baker trotted towards the back. “Sure thing. I’ll only be a minute.”

Lounging by the register, browsing the various goods on display, the bizarre sensation returned with a vengeance. Be damned if she knew what was going on, but the feeling was undeniable - something was burrowing into her cunt. Glancing to the back of the shop, hoping that the baker was still busy, she leaned forward, tugged her skirt and panties out, and peeked at her crotch.

The moment she spotted the trio of wiggling green tongues, she knew what had happened. In her haste to go visit Mlem, she must have inadvertently grabbed the linked pair of portal-panties she owned. The enchanted garments made for some damn good fun, especially if there’d been some planning involved, but she had not anticipated finding herself being toyed with through them that morning.

“Alright, I got you an even mix of raspberry, cheesecake, apple, blackberry, cherry, and chocolate ganache filled pastries. They’re all nice and...What are you doing?” the stallion asked, trotting into view and spying her peeking at her loins.

Releasing her clothing and doing her best to look casual, Leech brushed the unkempt mane from her face. “Just had an itch, don’t worry about it. Anyways,” she groused, digging into her pocket for some cash, “here ya go.”

Nonchalantly hitting a button on the register and depositing her bits, she leaned across the counter and plucked the box of baked goods from the shopkeeper’s hands. The three long, delectably wriggly tentacles in her marehood felt amazing and made keeping a straight face more than a little difficult, though the stallion didn’t seem to notice. As swiftly as she could, she scampered to the exit with her pastries and fled outside.

Resting against the exterior wall of the bakery, keenly aware of the writhing tongues in her snatch, she weighed her options. Any reasonable pony would do one of two things - either remove the mystical undergarment or possibly return home to change, but she was far from what many would call reasonable. As nonsensical and audacious as it may have seemed, the temptation of running the rest of her errands while her friend covertly played with her proved too much to bear.

At worst, she’d make a scene and further tarnish her already infamous image, but that wasn’t that bad of an outcome. Even if she ended up cumming all over herself and giving folks a show, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen to her. Setting her box of goodies down on a nearby mailbox, she pulled her underwear up her hips and giggled. Her little outing was about to get much more interesting.

With her first stop out of the way, she leisurely strolled down to the grocery store. Unlike the bakery, which had only just opened, the twenty four hour store had a good bit of foot traffic. As she walked inside, relishing the sensation of her friend’s slick appendages bathing her interior, she suppressed a shudder.

There was something absolutely sinful about being teased in such a stealthy way and it drove her wild. If the ponies around her only knew she was being eaten out by a gigantic, bestial creature, they would have surely been appalled, but that wasn’t the case - no, as far as anyone else was concerned, she was just another mare out shopping. Constricting her sex around him, hoping he’d catch the hint and ramp up his efforts, she nearly walked past the aisle with the chips and cookies.

Taking her time and perusing the vast array of crisps, wondering which ones Mlemy would like, she decided to get them several bags. Heaping two family-size packages of potato chips atop her danishes, as well as a box of chocolate fudge cookies, she turned and proceeded towards the checkout. Unfortunately, as she reached the front of the store, realized there might be a problem.

With only a single register open, and a line of nearly a dozen ponies waiting to pay for their goods, she cursed under her breath - that was, until she felt the stealthy set of tongues twist together. Forming together and working in unison, the trifecta of appendages abruptly started pistoning into her. Try as she might, a soft groan escaped her.

If anyone did hear her, they paid her little mind - that being said, the situation only got worse from there. While each of the customers was slowly checked out, allowing her to inch closer to the register, she had to fight to contain herself. With nothing to do but wait for her turn, she subconsciously fixated on the wondrous sensations accosting her.

Her pussy throbbed and winked around his triad of tongues, her nipples were hard enough to cut diamond, a bead of her nectar crept down her inner thigh. Had she been away from prying eyes, she would have unabashedly played with herself - still, she forced herself to behave. If nothing else, unless she wanted to get unceremoniously kicked out, she’d have to play it cool herself until after she was done paying for their snacks.

“Ma’am?” the cashier chirped, shaking her from her reverie.

Having totally spaced out, growing closer to release with every passing second, she hadn’t noticed that the line in front of her had been dealt with. Unsteadily stepping forward and depositing her items, she gripped the counter. Despite her best efforts, her body could only be pushed so far. Between the psychological torment of barely controlling her urges and the feeling of being tongue-fucked, she reached her breaking point.

Her legs buckled and nearly gave out, though she was barely able to catch herself before falling. Whoever was behind her undoubtedly got one hell of a show from her climax; between her excruciatingly short skirt and the deluge of orgasmic fluids flooding from her nethers, it would have been painfully obvious that she’d just gotten off. Biting her lower lip to stifle herself, she managed to save some small sliver of her dignity.

“A...are you alright?” the clerk asked, drawing her attention upwards.

With a trail of saliva creeping down her chin, she nodded enthusiastically up at the lad. Keeping on her feet was hard enough, so she didn’t trust herself with trying to talk after just creaming herself. Rummaging about into her pocket, dropping change to the slickened floor below, she pulled out some dough and slammed it onto the counter. Between what coins she’d lost and the amount she offered, there should have been enough money for her purchase - if not, she was sure she’d hear about it later. Precariously balancing her purchase atop her baked goods, leaving a slick trail behind herself, she shambled to the exit.

As things stood, she should have probably thrown in the towel and hiked back to Mlem’s place. She had to look like a mess, what with her messy hair and extremely damp skirt, yet she was undeterred. There was no way in hell she was going to leave town until she had her breakfast sandwich - at least, that’s how she justified it. In truth, having made it out of the grocery store and into the open air, she found herself pining for more.

Though she was a bit more wobbly than usual, she doggedly wandered towards the diner. Making steady progress and slowly starting to come down from the high of a damn good orgasm, things took an unexpected turn. The tentacles withdrew from her sex, giving her a moment’s respite before something altogether larger poked at her entrance. There was no doubt about it, the big lug was about to help himself to her goods.

The intrusion of his cock, compared to his tongues, was downright godly. Relatively narrow at the tip and broadening to thicker than her wrist, his tool almost seemed like it was designed for breaking mares in and leaving them ruined. Stumbling slightly, feeling his dick inch into her canal, she screwed her eyes shut and soldiered onward.

As she hobbled through the cafe’s door, feeling her covert mate pounding into her, she stumbled to the counter and virtually collapsed. Having cum once already, her marehood went into high gear. Her sex drive always had been a double edged sword; it never took much to get her worked up and, once her motor was running, it typically didn’t stop until she was on the verge of blacking out.

“Bacon, egg, and cheese on texas toast,” she demanded, lifting a hand and praying that somebody had heard her order. She didn’t give a single, solitary shit what anyone thought of her - so long as she could get her sandwich and depart before the big bastard knotted her, she’d probably be fine.

Fortunately, one of the employees heard her call and jumped on it. “Coming right up, Miss! Just give me a sec.”

As reassuring as the employee had sounded, Leech quickly discovered that a ‘sec’ clearly wasn’t a second. Minutes dragged by, while she squirmed and fidgeted in place. What she wouldn’t give to actually feel his hands around her hips, or his weight against her back, but that simply wasn’t in the cards. Able to do little more than clench around him, she did what she could to reciprocate his affection.

On and on his pounding went, leaving her in a blissful haze, until a soft gasp caused her to turn. A mare stood by, with her mouth agape, staring over at her. At some point or another, while she stood slumped against near the checkout area, she’d subconsciously started fondling herself. One hand had quested into her skirt, teasing her clit, while the other was thrust under her shirt to fondle her tits.

“Y..you can - Oh fuck - help if you want,” she impulsively rasped, smirking over at the woman.

Though some part of her realized she was making an ass of herself, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel his essence seeping into her, claiming her womb and flooding her depths with his hot, sticky goodness. If she’d actually been with him, she would have forced his knot into herself - unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Rutting her harder and faster than ever, with the bulbous root of his cock slamming into her entrance, she took a shuddering breath. Judging from how rough he was going at it, he wasn’t going to last long and, knowing him, he’d likely hilt himself before everything was said and done. Sure enough, after some unfathomable amount of time passed and one particularly forceful plunge, the fat base of his cock Popped into her.

The ridiculously large insertion would have been enough to leave her teetering on the brink, but the influx of his seed sent her spiraling over the edge. Her legs gave out and she whorishly brayed to the heavens, as she was rocked by a cataclysmic orgasm. With her cervix caving, giving way to his unstoppable plunge, he erupted inside of her depths.

Nothing - nothing could ever beat the sensation of having a load pumped into her, especially if said load was as large as what Mlemy had to offer. The humongous chimera came like a fire hydrant each and every time, disgorging what felt like liters of foal-batter into her baby-bakery. She could tell without looking that her gut was beginning to distend, obscenely swelling and rolling over the waistband of her skirt.

Being knotted was a bit of a mixed blessing; on one hand, it felt fan-fucking-tastic and there was nothing quite like it - on the other, it meant she’d be stuck with an insane amount of jizz sloshing around in her womb for nearly an hour. Convulsing on the floor, with her stuffed cunt squirting and dribbling uncontrollably, she rode out her ecstasy in view of the diners.

“M...Miss?” a voice called, drawing her attention upward.

A cook, likely the one who’d taken her purchase, loomed over her with a paper bag in his outstretched hand. A weary smile graced her lips, as she pushed herself up and falteringly got to her feet. Considering there was no way to undo the scene she’d caused, she emptied her pocket and snatched her order from his grip.

For the second time that morning, she more than likely short-changed an employee, took her goods, and fled. Needless to say, carrying the danishes, snacks, and her breakfast wasn’t the easy task, especially since she’d just cum with all the force of an extinction level event, but she was somehow able to manage. As she burst through the exit, with horrified and/or horny ponies in her wake, she trudged towards the edge of town.

Anyone who saw her could easily mistake her for being pregnant. Her belly wobbled and swayed over her waist, looking like she was in the final term of carrying twins, while the fabric of her top brushed against her painfully erect nipples. Though the added weight of so much jizz was a bit of a hindrance, it wasn’t that bad. If or when she eventually did get knocked up, at least she’d have plenty of practice moving around.

Tiredly meandering back to Mlem’s pad, leaving a slick of nectar and nut behind her, she drunkenly smiled to herself. The concept of being a mother had always been appealing to her, oftentimes serving as the final thought before reaching a climax, though it had yet to become a reality - well, unless you count that one time where she birthed a clutch of changeling eggs, but that’s a different story. Wondering what her friend was up to, fishing her sandwich out of her bag, she was left to muse on what the rest of her day would hold…