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...
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…
