MILF Hunter

School was finally over! It was time to relax and take his business elsewhere. Sketchy was still a young and vital changeling. His time in Coltlanta was hard, mostly because the university was filled with morons. Still, he made some decent friends along the way and the food was great down by the shore.

None of that mattered anymore anyway, because he heard that Ranchtown was the new happening place. He'd been in contact with Winter for a number of months now, and his friend told him that the getting was good. Not only was the getting good, but the moms were hot.

That's right. Moms were his primary goal. He could be dirt poor and homeless on the streets, but he would be happy as a clam if he had a mom to smooch everyday. Why did he love moms? Why did they need to be moms to be that sexy to him? No one knew, including himself. That's just the way it was, so why question it?

He drove his car past the “Welcome to Ranchtown, Pop 9,300 EST” sign and figured it would behoove him to get some coffee. He’d woke up fairly early that morning, and already he was feeling like a nap. The first exit he could get to, he veered off the highway.

Winter wasn’t kidding, this place was pretty big. The buildings looks shiny new, the roads were populated, and the sidewalks were filled with ponies walking every which way. Last time he saw Ranchtown, it was not this bumping at all. He was actually pretty impressed. However, he was a changeling. More ponies meant more prejudice. Given Equestria’s history during the old times with the battles and the constant underhanded tactics through it all. Sketchy understood their mentality, especially since he didn’t decide to do the metamorphosis.

That’s right, he is a classic changeling, and he planned to keep it that way. He was completely pitch black, his eyes were solid blue with white pupils, and he still had that crooked horn on his forehead. He wasn’t going to share his love just because others wanted him to transform into a changeling moose. If that’s what others wanted to do, hell, go for it. Sharing is caring but Sketchy is ecchi, and he liked being black, and he liked his look all around.

He was glad he wore his orange hoodie with his matching beany that day too. It was horrifically cold here! It was early autumn and already it was way colder than he was use to. Coltlanta very rarely dropped lower than sixty degrees fahrenheit this time of year, and it was already fifty-one! He had his heater going and he was already dreading getting out of his car as he pulled into the parking lot of the Rabbitsfoot mall.

He figured if there was anywhere to get started on prowling, it was the mall. That place was crawling with ponies of all sorts. As he figured, the weather sucked. He got out of his car and hurried through the parking lot.

There was a sigh of relief as he found that the inside of the mall was well kept in its atmosphere. He was still kind of cold, but it was more manageable, and there was no wind. It was rather late in the morning, which was perfect, because breakfast was still open.

Speaking of breakfast, there was a diner! It looked rather old fashioned, and even had a nice smell of coffee hovering in the air. Coffee, it’s what the doctor ordered at this point. He was fading fast. He would have stopped somewhere to take a nap, but he knew that he needed to get to his new apartment before the movers got there. It just wasn’t worth the risk.

He walked into the mall diner’s door and heard the bell ring above him.

“Hello! Come on in!” A female voice called from the back. He looked around the diner, the bar counter with the round red stools and the booths with the red seats. It was so retro with the black and white checkered tiles on the floor.

Sketchy did as he was told, sitting at a booth and pulling the menu from between the glass sugar container and napkin dispenser. It was the normal charming old-time diner food choices. Wheat burgers sounded pretty good right now, but wheat biscuits were more of a breakfast food. Both sounded good. Especially the big, round biscuits covered by a waitress skirt, swaying left to right as they approached him. They were attached to a nice big mare, purple furred, big boned and absolutely gorgeous.

She came to him with a big pot of coffee and a coffee mug in one hand. She set it down and filled up the mug as she smiled at him. Her bright pink mane was bunned up behind her head in a messy style that could only pulled off from a hard day’s work. It was obvious she was working the early shift, which usually meant around four or five in the morning.

“Hi, honey. You know what you want yet?” She asked, about to pull out her notepad.

“I’ll have the biscuits, and I’d love them drizzled in gravy.” His eyes never left her as he checked out every curvy angle of this older mare.

“Oh, honey, that sounds like good eatin’.” She smiled at him, and it was at this point he noticed her nametag read “Bow and Arrow” atop her very large breast. “Did you want some pancakes this morning?”

“Ma’am I will eat anything you bring me with a nice big smile on my face.” The changeling said in the most sincere voice he ever spoke in.

She let out a surprised giggle. The blush on her face was palpable and positively adorable. She couldn't even respond verbally. Instead, she nodded to him and went off to the back kitchen.

It didn't take long for her to come back with her coffee pot.

“You need a refill, sweetie?” Her smile was quite genuine as she stood closer to his booth. He looked up at her with his solid blue eyes and brighter pupils. He looked at his mug, which he had barely taken four sips of.

“Nah, ma’am, I can handle this for now." He returned her smile to see she gave a subtle, nervous shuffle. “Something wrong?”

“Well, actually, I was wondering if you could help me with something.” Bow straightened her bunned pink mane in the back.

“I can certainly try.” His smile never left his face. This caused her to give such a meek expression, he couldn't help but apply more of his masculine charms by leaning forward with his chin in his palms.

“My car is in the shop, and I was wondering if you could give me a ride home?” Bow was able to blurt out quickly. This made his eyebrows lift a bit as his smile brightened. “If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Naw! No sweat. I'll drive you wherever you want, babe.” All the sudden, Sketchy really started to like this town. Cold weather or not, the changeling could see himself settling down in such a place.

As soon as his food got there, the relief waitress came in to end Bow’s shift. She had requested early relief to go get her car out of the shop. She’d worked there for so long, the other waitress had no problem granting her request. She sat down with Sketchy and the two ate breakfast together.

“I'm an artist. Right now I'm illustrating this cool fantasy book by this guy name Red Quill.” He said with a sense of pride. As she gave an excited “Oooohhh” he knew that pride was well placed.

“I know of him. My daughter read his first book. His new book is coming out next week, she’s already got it preordered.” She sipped from her coffee mug and nodded. “It's so nice to have a job that makes you happy.”

“Yeah.” Sketchy drank the last of his third coffee and started scooting out of the booth. “You ready?”

“Oh, yes.” She stacked the plates into the middle of the table and scooted out as well. The two of them got to his car. It wasn't nearly as cold outside. It was colder than he liked it, but he wore his tough skin for the lady. He even went so far as to open the door for her. “Thank you, darling.” She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek as she got into the passenger side.

He blinked and slowly closed the door. There was a bit of a skip in his step as he got in and started driving.

“So, where you live?” He looked at her as he got into the lane.

“Just follow this road and take a right at the light.” He followed her directions as she gave them to him. However, the way she was talking, it sounded like she lived outside of town. The farther they went, the less civilization he started to see.

“You live on a farm or something?” He said as they crossed by a dairy farm. He saw cows in all different colors out grazing in the field.

“No, my daughter and I live in the suburbs.” She smiled, and her grin was far more sly than Sketchy expected to see. “Just turn in here, by that willow tree.”

He looked to see a lonely willow out on the left side of the road. Sketchy’s hair stood at the back of his neck as the small branches and leaves began to surround his car. At first he was worried that they would scratch his paint job, but they barely touched the hood of his car.

He looked over at her, and he was dumbfounded to see that her blouse was now unbuttoned and her left breast was in full view. Her beast was the same bright purple shade, while her nipple was a very dark violet.

“I thought I'd pay you back for your kindness with a little peek.” Bow said as she turned her body to him, letting her round, heavy breast hang down. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” She said in mock surprise.

“I’m very uncomfortable.” He stated, making her gasp. “Uncomfortable that there’s only one out. The other one looks so cooped up.” He motioned toward her beige bra that still cupped the other one.

“Oh, how rude of me.” Her voice was so sweet and comforting as she unveiled her right tit, letting him get an eyeful of both. “How could I ever make it up to you?” She nodded toward the very bulbous, obvious contusion in the crotch of his pants.

“Oh, well let me pull this out and I’ll think of something.” Sketchy said as he undid his trousers and allowed his solid black cock out. It was flared out as if it hadn't been released in a while. This was somewhat true as his final exams had kept him busy for the past month. Pussy was very rare in that time period and mares were in short supply.

“Do you need help thinking?” She unbuckled the safety belt and leaned into his crotch. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf his dick as she started bobbing her head on him.

“Oh, y-ye.” He tried his best to play it cool, but she was starting to give a run for his money. Sketchy was what some may call a MILF Hunter. He loved the experience that these older mares had. Here, sitting in the driver's seat, he started to remember why. Her tongue had a life of its own as she traced along the shaft. Her hand worked its way into the front of his boxers as she started to gently caress his scrotum.

An alarm started to go off in his head. It was telling him his balls were going to give up the good stuff if he wasn't careful. She worked her way from his head to the side of his shaft. Her lips kissed along the side as her tongue rubbed his mid ring.

“I thought of something.” He said in a cool, collected tone. She stopped, looking up at him as his cock pulsed with life. “You can get in the back seat.” Sketchy proclaimed. This brought a bright smile to Bow’s face. She did not hesitate to start squeezing between the front seats. However, she started to feel a slight resistance as she did. With a skilled hand, Sketchy had reached up her skirt and grabbed hold of both her panties and pantyhose. Using her momentum, he pulled them down fast until they were down to her ankles.

He slid back with her, also removing his pants. As soon as he got to the back seat, there was Bow on her hands and knees. She gave him the perfect view for her asshole, right below it was her pussylips on her mound. It was all perfectly framed by her nice thick ass cheeks, which Sketchy grabbed. He squeezed her cheeks with both of his hands as her pressed his muzzle into her vagina. His tongue went to work, sliding into her labia and working all over the pink portion. It slid onto her clitoris, circling the little bump.

As he did this, the quivering mare began pulling the Changeling’s legs through her own. In just a few seconds, his cock was in her mouth, deep into her throat as he feasted on her cunt.

The windows began to fog up something fierce as the two of them pleasured each other. Her pussy began to drip into his mouth as his penis tip spouted bits of precum which she lapped up.

Bow pulled his cock from her mouth and began to jerk him with one hand. He was long and thick with a nice black, flimsy skin over a rigid interior.

She suddenly closed her eyes tight and breathed uncontrollably as his tongue began to grind against her clitoris, making her waterfall juices. He massaged her bright purple ass with his palms and started lapping up her pink inner pussy to the point where she couldn't stand it anymore.

“Ss-stop!” She cried. He did stop and leaned to the side to look at her. Her face was bright red and beading sweat. “I was too close. Way too close.” She shivered and turned around on top of him. “It’s been a while since I had a hot young stud like you.” She smiled at him as she nestled his cock between her legs and rubbed her soaking twat against his length. “I want to feel this thing shoot my uterus like a firehose. Can you do that for me?”

He hummed his compliance as he grabbed her huge, round tits and squeezed them as she started rocking her hips and smothering his length.

“You're so fucking wet.” He whispered as his fingers pinched her nipples.

“Yeah, it only gets better.” She squeezed his thick glans into her and her vagina swallowed him whole. She instantly started fucking him hard. No need to start off slow. No hindrance in how her sheathe squeezed him. His shaft rubbed against her g-spot and his head poked her cervix to the point that she could hardly contain herself.

She came hard. Her nipples hardened with goosebumps and her pussy tunnel contracted and released as rode him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronc.

He had no choice but to cum deep into her. A nice big slew of jizz blasted into her with huge thick strings. She leaned forward and met the changeling in a kiss. It was sloppy and messy, just how she liked it.

He was still balls deep into her as she laid on top of him. Her tits mashed against his chest and her muzzle nuzzled into his neck.

“So, you're moving here, huh?” She asked and he nodded. “Well, consider me a go-to girl.”

He looked at her with his solid blue eyes and she winked.

He dropped her off at home after they cleaned up and exchanged phone numbers. Thankfully, he still had enough time to get to his new apartment before his meet up with Winter.

He got there in short order. It was the rare ground level apartment, which would make moving in very easy. It was roomy, had a convenient store across the street, and wasn't in the busy part of town.

He carried his luggage into the living room and put them into a corner. He pulled out all of his toiletries in a plastic bag and decided a shower was in order. The problem was that he didn't have a shower curtain. He sighed, thinking maybe he should wait until he had a chance to go to the store. That was until he opened the hem of his boxers and got a good whiff. He recoiled and hooted, the smell was not one that he wanted to describe.

He shook his head and decided to turn on the shower and pointed the shower head toward the wall so it wouldn't get the floor wet. After a moment, he was glad he did. He washed his mane and soaped himself up. He tried to remember to get a wash cloth especially for soaping himself. There were so many things you didn't remember when you moved into a house. He remembered towels and toilet paper but other than that, he figured he’d wing it.

After a second of rinsing. He thought he’d heard something. He looked at the open bathroom door, then he looked at the time. The movers weren't due for another three hours. He shrugged it off and decided he would just enjoy the hot water while it was still here. He figured in the winter time, there wouldn't be enough for a five minute shower. It was just the price you paid for moving north.

Suddenly, a figure moved in the doorway in his peripheral vision and let out a sudden loud roar! Sketchy cried out, startled and shaken! Then Winter’s horn glowed a bright blue and shot the shower head.

Sketchy was assaulted by the harshest spray of cold water!

“Holy fuck!” He lost his balance and nearly slipped on the smooth porcelain surface of the tub. He shivered and tried to get out of the way as he tried to reach for the faucet to turn it off. “You fucking ass! The hell is wrong with you?”

Winter was howling laughter as Sketchy finally turned off the water. The changeling was shivering and reaching for his towel on the bathroom counter.

“Dude, you take a tiny potion or something?” Winter managed to ask through his guffaws.

“That’s shrinkage, mother fucker! Gimme that damn towel!”

He dried off as soon as he got his towel. He flipped off Winter as he walked out to the living room. The changeling finally got his core temperature back up as he got dressed.

“I knew I should of locked the door on your ass. How you been bro?” He slid his hand across Winter’s and they bumped fists.

“Pretty good. Been busy working, almost done with this semester. Can’t believe you graduated, that’s awesome.” Winter got to the kitchen, where he already had a box of canned soda and beer for later.

“Yeah, and get this. I already got an art job. I'm illustrating the cover for the third book of some guy named Red Quill.” Sketchy caught a cola that Winter passed him.

“No shit? Dude, that guy is popular as fuck. His second book is coming out soon. Pretty good pay?”

“Better than most, that’s for sure.” Sketchy took a sip of his drink and checked his phone. “Damn, two and a half hours. Moving in is bad enough, but the wait is worse.”

“Well look at ut this way: soon we’ll be out on the town, hitting up the party scene.” Winter finished his soda, looked around and remembered that there was no trash can. He emptied one of the plastic bags and threw it in there.

“Well, I dunno, Coltlanta had a damn good party scene. It may be hard to compare.” Sketchy laughed as he finished his can as well and got the plastic bag from Winter.

“It’s no Canterlot, but this place has a nice bar hopping list. Plus, there’s a club where I drink free for life.” Winter said this and Sketchy snapped his fingers.

“That’s right, what’s up with that? You told me you’d tell me about it later.” Sketchy said, and Winter laughed. “Well, it’s later, man and you need to spill it. I gotta hear this.”

The azure colored unicorn sighed and sat on the counter. He opened up another soda, and he started to explain everything that happened with the Rich Co. scandal. Sketchy didn't ask questions, but he listened intently. He especially listened to the part where he and Fable double teamed the pegasus Minty Fresh.

“So, because you helped out, that Pearl chick gave you free drinks at the Cloudstone.” Sketchy asked, and Winter was nodding. “That’s fucking righteous. We are gonna hit that place hard. That’s our first stop, right?”

“Possibly our only stop.” Winter replied, suddenly remembering when his marefriend, Golden Goal got blackout drunk as a result of such an excursion.

“Fuck yeah!” Sketchy pumped his arm.

That’s when both of them heard a knock at the door. Sketchy made it to the door and opened to see Fable. The red pegasus was dressed in an orange hoodie, and sweatpants, both of his hands in his pockets.

“Fable!” Winter went to the door beside Sketchy and patted Fable on his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up, bro. You must be Sketchy.” Fable smiled at the changeling and they exchanged handshakes. To his surprise, Fable had no qualms with greeting him. Normally, even the most tolerant ponies hesitated to act in such a way toward s changeling, but Fable barely seemed to notice.

“Unless that flowery unicorn has another bug friend, I can say that I am.” Sketchy smiled and gave Fable a hearty shake.

“Hey, fuck off Sketchy. You're just jealous that my MILF count has grown while you've been pencil pushing.” Winter grinned.

“DILFs don't count.” Sketchy grinned and Winter winced. He honestly couldn't argue at this point. “But anyway, enough with the gay. The movers should be here soon, and I appreciate the help.”

“No problem, always happy to help a friend of a friend.” Fable said, then looked at Winter. “How in the hell can you be in shorts and a t-shirt?” Fable pointed out the blue shorts and black shirt Winter had on and the unicorn shrugged.

“It’s not that cold yet.” Winter managed a toothy smile and both of them sighed. Both Fable and Sketchy could see their breath that day, and here Winter was, acting like it was positively fresco.

“I will never understand that shit, Winter.” Sketchy rolled his solid blue eyes.

“Look at what you guys are saying. My NAME is Winter!” He proclaimed, then both of them waved him off.

That’s when all of them noticed a large vehicle pull into the parking lot outside. All three of them went to the window to see the moving truck stop in front of the building and set its emergency brakes.

All three stallions stretched as they went outside to meet the two movers and after Sketchy signed for their arrival, they got to work.

Sketchy’s household goods weren't so much numerous as they were large and heavy. Instead of starting with boxes, they went with his couch, his bed and his bookshelves.

The fact that they didn't have stairs to climb helped a great deal, but it was still back breaking work. They got the furniture done and started carrying the boxes. Sketchy had a whole stack of boxes stacked up on a dolly that he pulled toward his door on the walkway.

“Sketchy!” A female voice proclaimed. His ears perked up and he looked off to the side to see Frozen Pop, the bright blue mare scurrying toward him. She carried a large plastic bag in one hand and waved at him with the other. His eyes opened wide and he propped the dolly to stand. Sketchy ran full speed to Frozen who dropped the plastic bag onto the sidewalk as they met in an embrace.

Frozen, dressed in a nice, business skirt had obviously just gotten off of work and couldn’t run too fast with her heels on her hooves. Her fingers ran through his mane and stroked his ears as she squeezed him tight.

“Did school go well? Are you alright?” She asked him as she turned her head to look him in the face.

“I'm fine, Miss P.” Sketchy smiled, then didn't resist as she pulled his head so that his face was pressed into her buxom.

“Good.” She said, then looked to to see Fable and Winter. They waved at her and she smiled. “Are you boys hungry?” She asked as she released him and picked up the bag beside her.

“Starving.” All three of them said as they started picking up the remaining boxes.

They got inside, and stacked the boxes around the living room. The three of them sat on the couch while Frozen sat on the love seat across from them. All of them ate wheat burgers and laughed as they caught up.

“Yes! Anytime you need it, the Frozen Treat shop is open for you.” Frozen smiled at him as he nodded.

“Yes, Momma, I will keep that in mind. Right now, though, I got two jobs already and this Red Quill gig is gonna take up a lot of time. I gotta get nine illustrations for this new book and it is already a bit of a time crunch.” Sketchy balled up his burger wrapper to throw it in the plastic bag they were using for trash.

“Well, the offer still stands.” She got up and smiled at them. “What were you colts up to tonight?”

“Me and Winter were gonna check out the Cloudstone club.” Sketchy said. “Sounds pretty dope if what he says is true.”

“But what about Fable?” She asked, looking over at the red pegasus. The young stallion ran a hand through his black mane and chuckled.

“Well, I'm actually going to be meeting someone tonight.” Fable drew a curious look from Winter. “Yeah, my mom is actually coming to town tonight and I'm meeting her at the train station.”

Frozen gasped at this and squealed with glee. “Your mother! That’s simply divine, Fable. Could I meet her? I've got so many questions! What’s her name?”

“Star Gazer. She’s here to meet Letty and her future grandchild.” Fable said, then looked over at Sketchy and Winter, who were now listening intently. “What?”

“Well I've never met your mom, Fable, she’s never left Cloudsdale as far as I've known. That’s awesome bro!”

“You guys can meet her if you want. I can bring her by tomorrow after she meets Letty.” Fable said as he took the garbage sack over to the kitchen and grabbed another soda.

“Yes, and bring her by the shop for me. A lady with child needs ice cream, and woe to the husband who steals her treat- oh! My lord, I didn't mean husband!” Frozen’s face flushed red as she saw Fable’s eyes widen. “I know you're still in the works, dear. Oh! That reminds me! Sketchy, we need to have you meet everyone. I've acquired a lot of friends here in town. Even Vodka has a new,” She cleared her throat. “Gentleman’s club.”

The name Vodka panged against Sketchy like a cymbal. He pursed his lips and managed a little smile as he nodded toward Frozen.

“Yeah,” Sketchy nodded. “Yeah, that’s cool. I'll make some time to see her sometime.” He looked off to the side and nodded. Then he stood up and headed to the bathroom. “Be right back, nature calls.”

“Toilet paper is beside the commode.” Winter said as Sketchy went to the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned against the sink. He gave a big sigh, and entered a deep train of thought.

“Is he okay?” Frozen asked, her concern palpable.

“Ah, I'm sure he’s tired. He just got in and we’re already planning his first month here.” Winter reasoned, causing his mother to gasp and put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, dear me, you're right. How thoughtless of me. We should let him rest.” Frozen said and started cleaning up the trash from the living room. She walked by a box with a wad of packing paper sticking out of the top.

Frozen looked at it, figuring she would take it with her to save them the trouble. She pulled the paper out of the box, causing it to open fully.

She did a double take, looking inside of the box to see what looked like bottles of perfume. Before she could even question why Sketchy would have fragrances, she picked up a purple spray bottle. She saw that the label read “Lust" and it brought a smile to her face.

“Whoa! Mom! Don--" Winter tried, but it was too late. Frozen sprayed her neck twice and then looked at Winter with an arched eyebrow.

Sketchy opened the door to the bathroom, his face a mask of concern. Then he looked at the bottle in Frozen’s hand. His jaw dropped, and he looked at Frozen, concerned.

Fable looked at all of them and then Sketchy.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Fable asked, and Sketchy pursed his lips.

“What are you boys… so… oh, dear. Why is it so hot in here?”

“Miss P, that was not perfume.” Sketchy said as she loosed the buttons on her blouse. “That is a love potion.”

“Oh, Sketchy…” She moaned and just let loose, taking off her blouse to reveal a black bra. “I love it.” She started licking her lips as she realized there were three able body stallions in the room with her. “You can make me sick.” She purred as she got down on her hands and knees, lifting her skirt over her round, juicy ass. “So long as you give me the cure.”