Chapters 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.”
“Umm, Frozen, listen to me you got your hands on some seriously potent stuff. Just calm down and- oh damn.” Sketchy tried to reason with her, but then she tugged down her small black panties to reveal a self lubricating cunt that she started to rub her labia in circles, moaning loud.
“Sketchy, what was in that bottle?” Fable asked and Sketchy scratched the back of his mane.
“As a changeling, I use my innate abilities to make potions. Frozen got her hands on the lust potion. Normally, I dilute my potions but she sprayed on the pure stuff.” Sketchy glanced a worried look over to Fable, then Winter.
“How long does it last?” Winter asked as his mom grinned at him, licking her lips.
“Either four hours if she doesn't relieve herself. It'll be shorter if we ummm… help her.”
“Oh, yes! Help me, please!” Frozen begged, then crawled over to Winter and tugged down his drawers. Within an instant, Frozen swallowed his dick whole.
“Oh, fuck, she's fast!” Sketchy watched as Frozen gorged herself on blue dick, licking and sucking the shaft as the azure unicorn stood, helpless. His mother slobbered all over his erecting member and jerked his rigid rod.
“Well, bro, I guess there’s no way around it.” Sketchy undressed himself. He revealed the black fur all over his body and his long, black dick which was already standing up straight. Sketchy looked at Fable. The red pegasus shrugged, figuring it was for her own good.
He shed his clothing as well, revealing his huge, dark red penis, which was also at its hardest thanks to watching Miss Pop shake her bare ass at the boys. Fable joined Winter at the front and she was more than happy to spit on his dick to lubricate her hand’s jerking motion. She switched her mouth between them both. Both of them noticed that Frozen’s technique was absolutely on point as her tongue glazed both of their horse cocks with saliva.
She let out a long muffled moan into Fable’s penis as Sketchy joined in and squeezed his very large dong between her sweet lips and started fucking her with a good amount of force. He started with just half, but very quickly worked the full length inside of her.
After just a minute, Sketchy was plungering himself deep into her. None of them knew it, but she had already cum twice by then.
It was still a slow burn, though. Sketchy was going to full banging but he finally came inside of her. He laid thick splooges of jizz into her vaginal tunnel. When he pulled out of her, he motioned for Winter to have his turn.
“No! I need more! Fuck me more! Fill me with more and more cum! I need you! Oh! Yes!”
Her son started in on her, and he just went full force, pistoning his cock deep into her. She filled her mouth with changeling penis as she jerked Fable’s wet member. She felt Winter’s balls slap against her clit and started to buck some. She was ravenous! She felt another orgasm but it only seemed to drive her harder! Her son overflowed her with more semen that caused both Winter’s and Sketchy’s sperm to drool out of her hungry twat.
Fable thrust his hard cock into her and started pounding her pussy as her moans echoed against the walls. She feasted on blue and black cocks as the fat red dick plowed her. More white sticky fluid splattered the bare wooden floor as the older mare slut mom begged them for more dicks!
As Fable shot his whole load into her, she spread her ass cheeks wide to give him a good view of her puckered anus. Without thinking, Fable indulged her.
Now it was the red pegasus in her ass and Sketchy deep into her well fucked pussy. Winter fucked her mouth as her bare tits jiggled along with her ponch. She was fucked all three ways and they rotated with each hole.
As Fable pulled out of her ass, Sketchy was quick to squeeze out his jizz as it oozed out of her back door. She swallowed Fable’s cum and gratefully accepted Sketchy’s again. Winter came deep into her uterus again and Sketchy spooged all over her face and tits.
Frozen rode Fable’s cock, but then got plowed in her ass by Winter as Sketchy destroyed her puffing red pussy lips.
By the end, there were puddles all over the main part of the living room. Frozen was covered in sticky sperm that also oozed out of her nether regions. Sketchy sweat all over his couch as Fable was gasping for breath, flat on his back. Winter was curled up in the fetal position beside the couch, his dick a shriveled, limp tadger at that point.
Frozen finally slept on the floor, marking the end of her affliction.
“Sketchy,” Fable said between panting.
“Ye?” He opened his eyes toward the pegasus on the floor.
“Should-- probably put a warning label--guh-on that bottle.”
“Ye.” Sketchy nodded, but still beaded sweat all over his face.
They forgot about the boxes and slowly got enough energy to clean up the white puddles on the floor. Winter picked up his mom. After some deep cleaning, he brought her to Sketchy’s bed to let her sleep it off. Each of them took a shower after they found the shower curtain in the bathroom box.
Sketchy had gotten the new Spider-mare game soon after his graduation. After Fable left to pick up his mom, he got his game system out of his luggage and finally was able to play it.
“It’s so weird not having an exam to study for or an essay to do.” Sketchy said as he beat up a gang of criminals as the red and blue mare. “Now I can concentrate on more important things.”
“Yeah like what are we doing tonight? If you want, we could hit the strip club.” Winter said as he watched Sketchy web up a criminal and swing him into the others like bowling pins.
“Damn, that’d be fucking dope bro.” Sketchy picked up a handful of corn chips and shoved them in his mouth as fast as he could while he performed combo beat downs. “Even for a game that ain't based on a movie this game is cool.”
“You seen the movie?” Winter looked over at him.
“Nah, I can now but I've been busy as hell these last few months. I'm gonna though. When you wanna hit up the strip joint?”
“I'll call Vodka and get us some VIP passes.” Winter said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “The Sharkbite Lounge is legit, bro.”
Sketchy glanced at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but then thought better of it. It was just a night at the strip club, nothing more than that. Just get to the lounge, see some tits and leave. No big deal.
Winter looked at the screen as he pulled up the number. He noticed he was taking a lot of hits now. He looked over to see Sketchy was now gritting his teeth, his lizard like tongue was sticking out the side of his face as he was struggling to get back in the game.
“You good, bro?” Winter asked as Sketchy was holding the controller much tighter.
“Yeah, just lost my concentration. I got it.” Sketchy assured him as he made the call.
Vodka Martini, Sketchy thought, and shook his head. Some things just kept coming back to him. The harder he tried to push it back, the more he thought about it.
Winter’s phone conversation was muted in his head. The Shark Bite lounge was going to be busy that night. He would just have to deter Winter from making any real special arrangements for them. He knew Winter had it good with the place, despite his first visit there.
“Alright, bro. Once you're done, let's head out. I'll go heat up the car for poor little changelings who can't take the cold.” Winter’s condescending tone made Sketchy roll his eyes as he finished up the last bit of his current mission on the game. He sighed as Winter walked out the door. He shook his head as he turned off the game. Then he stood there with his eyes shut.
“Fuck.” He said under his breath, then pulled his hoodie off of the couch armrest.
As expected, the SharkBite Lounge was bumping. They called in reservist strippers like they normally did, and young couples were coming in with a fat coin bag. The tips were huge, the dancers were hot, and the night was still young. Winter led Sketchy inside, and he was instantly overtaken by the smell of musk, lust, and alcohol. The tiny colored spotlights were in full form all over the dark club. The DJ for the night was making his announcements after every song to announce a new shark pony mare.
There were two strippers in the main room out of three poles. One was a white shark pony with black tiger stripes. The other was a pink shark pony with a red ponytail man; her breasts were easily in the E-cup range.
Snow Tiger, while her chest wasn’t as big, was dancing all over the pole. Her black areolas covered a great deal of her tits. Her legs wrapped around the metal pole as her hot orange thong rubbed against it, making it smear with the heat she was giving off.
Winter didn’t think, he just went for Snow Tiger, as she was putting on a more passionate show for the onlookers. They went to the red cushioned seats that were stationed all around the platform of the twirling black and white shark.
For the ninth time, Winter noticed that Sketchy looked over his shoulder both ways. He noticed that his arms were crossed, and he declined drinks from the topless shark pony waitress. Winter furrowed his brow at this as scooted his chair closer to the changeling.
“Bro! What is up with you tonight?” Winter asked, drawing Sketchy’s attention after a moment as he talked over the very loud music. “You’re acting weird bro, you sick or something?” The unicorn didn’t turn his gaze to the strippers as much as he wanted to.
“I just got a lot on my mind right now. You’re right, I need to chill.” Sketchy said, then saw a waitress come up to him with a full bottle of liquor tied with a red ribbon. “The fuck?”
“Compliments of the house.” The topless purple shark said with a wink. She handed it to him and gave him a close smooch on his cheek. “Also compliments of the house.” She whispered in his ear. As she did this, he couldn’t help but notice that there was a golden paper card just below the red ribbon on the bottle. Sketchy eyed it, and sighed, leaning his head back on his chair. He flipped the small card open and frowned.
“Wow, what the hell? I never got a full bottle of liquor when I came here. Holy crap, how did you do that?” Winter asked, then Dragon Blood, a red shark pony with a blue mane plopped down on his lap. “Whoa! Hello, Dragon.”
“Hey Winter~” She smiled sweetly and met him in a long, sloppy kiss.
“I’ll be back.” Sketchy said as he picked up the bottle of liquor and walked back toward the bar. The bartender, yet another topless shark pony waved at Sketchy and opened the short bar door to let him in, motioning to the office door. Sketch nodded to her and made his way back there. As he crossed her path, she held up too short, wide glasses toward him. He took them both as he walked to the office door and opened it up.
There was a dimly lit room with a desk in the middle and a laptop computer that was closed. Vodka Martini, a yellow furred brown and white maned shark pony sitting on top of her desk. Her legs were crossed and a small grin was on her face. She looked down at the bottle in his hand and chuckled.
“I see you got my message.” Vodka said, motioning for the chair in front of her desk.
“Yeah.” Sketchy closed the door behind him and sat as he was instructed. “I heard you were in town. I like your joint.” He held her up one of the glasses, which she graciously accepted as he opened the bottle of bourbon.
“Yeah, Sharkbite has been open for about seven months now. We’re doing well. I like my girls, and I think they’d like you too. Though, the waitresses said that it seemed like something was bothering you.” Vodka nodded as he poured her some alcohol and took a long sip before placing the glass next to her on the desk.
“Well, Winter said we should come here and I figured it was about time we talked again.” Sketchy said as he took a much larger drink of his bourbon, setting the bottle on the ground next to him. “It’s been a while.”
“Yes, yes it has.” She sighed, got up from her desk. “Have you seen Citrus? My daughter’s grown into quite the mare these past few years.” Vodka walked slowly over to him and kneeled down in front of him, looking into his blue orbs as he looked back at her. He shook his head, obviously not in the mood to talk about Citrus. “We haven’t seen each other since,” She looked downward at his crotch and her smile went away. Her pupils trailed off to the side and her voice took a dip. “The last time we met. I know I already apologized to you, but I never got to apologize to him.”
Her hand went to the crotch of his pants, and very gently caressed it. If he had discomfort in the notion, he didn’t show it, but she knew he couldn’t have been in a good position at the moment.
“You know I forgave you when it happened.” Sketchy said, trying his best to stay in character around her but having a hard time.
“Have you, though?” She had a gleam in her eyes, he noticed they were welling up with tears. “We were having so much fun, and I wanted you so badly. I was so turned on and ready for you to fuck my brains out. I got too excited.” Her hand went to her mouth as her eyes clenched shut. Tears made trails down her cheeks. “I cannot believe I bit you.”
Vodka began to sob, and Sketchy, the manly man he was couldn’t deny that his empathy was starting to get the best of him. He sucked it up, though. The sadness in the air fed into his horn and he saved it for later. His hand went to the back of her head and she complied by bringing her head to his chest. Vodka’s arms wrapped around Sketchy and her sobs softened as tears began to absorb into the cotton fabric of his shirt, leaving little stains.
“I’ve been actin’ the fool.” Sketchy whispered to her. “I shoulda talked to you after that, but I was being stupid.” His fingers ran through her hair as she looked up toward him. The older shark mare gazed up at him, tears still wet across her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I should have come back to you.”
There was a long moment of silence. The only sound was the distant thumping of the music beats and the DJ’s voice announcing another dancer to the poles.
Vodka drew in a big sigh and stood up in front of him. She pulled her blouse up over her breasts and pressed them against Sketchy’s face. She squashed her big tits up against his face and rubbed them all over his cheeks.
“I'm going to make it up to you…” She slid her tits down as she leaned into him and met his lips with hers. She slid her tongue all over his and caressed one another. As she undid his pants, he undid hers and let them drop to the ground. She crawled onto his lap with her knees on either side of him.
Sketchy took this moment to caress her nice big yellow tits. He squeezed her areolas and she gasped, jerking her head back. She reached down into his exposed undies and produced his cock out from under them. Vodka began rubbing her pussy all over his big black dick. Her juices smeared all over his knob as her sex pulsed with life.
She grinded her labia against his thick shaft and breathed in a labored fashion. Sketch licked and nibbled her nipple. His hips pushed his manhood against her as she rubbed against him. She grinned at him, knowing he was getting nice and pent up for her. The thought of his hot jizz covering her face only urged her on as she glazed his delicious cock with more wetness.
Without hesitation, as soon as Sketchy got the chance, his dick slid down her opening, and caught onto her honey hole with his glans penis. She yelped in surprise and then let out a long sigh as he pushed his boner deep into her. She started to pump herself up and down on his rod, riding him like a bull.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Ohhh! So big!” She felt every inch of his shaft inside of her, filling her to the capacity of her sheathe as she held onto his broad shoulders. “Oh my God! Please! Never stop fucking me! I'm gonna cum so hard! Give it to me!”
He urged himself on, pushing her against the base of his dick as it invaded her sopping wet cunny. As he pushed her down, his hips pushed up against her groin. She started to moan out loud, almost howling as she gasped for breath.
The shark pony mama was sweating all over. Her shark tail flopped up and down like a rag doll. Her eyes gazed into his as they fucked like rabbits. She couldn't help herself, she kissed him deep on the lips. Vodka’s hands caressed his head as her tongue pushed against his and licked all inside of his mouth.
He finally thrust up into her with one big push! His penis tip panged against her cervix with a powerful blow. She was suddenly and deliberately sent into an orgasm that made every part of her tremble and quake as the orgasm ripped through her body like a thunderbolt. The pain was intense but the pleasure flooded her senses as if it was her first time. She bent down, her hands still on his shoulders as the gasped for breath. She found composing herself to be more difficult than she anticipated.
“You alright?” Sketchy asked, his cock still lodged deep inside of her. She nodded, still panting but regaining some semblance of control. He still looked at her, his brow arched upward, and his head tilted.
“I'm fine.” She assured him and leaned her forehead onto his shoulder, starting to breathe through her nose again. “You… uh… caught me off guard there. That was some cunt thrust.” She said, obviously meaning it as a compliment. She cringed a little as she put her hand on her mound and drew in a breath as she rubbed.
He pulled out of her as she stood up. Vodka breathed deep once again, the pain being more than she expected.
“Okay, back up.” Sketchy said as he led her backwards onto her desk. He laid her back and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. He concentrated his hooked magical horn on his forehead. It began to glow a bright green color as he beamed a light down into her crotch.
She suddenly gasped and let out a high note as she felt a burning sensation, followed by a warm, comforting stimulation. The pain washed away with the green light as it washed over her honey hole. She sighed with such magnificent relief as her eyes met his once more. His healing spell ended and he smiled at her.
“Wow, that’ll wake you up in the morning.” She laughed as she touched her pussy lips once again, pressing on them. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” As soon as he uttered those four words, she pulled him down to her on the desk. She looked at him, his face inches away from hers.
“Don't you dare apologize! That was the greatest cum ever and your dick is still rock solid.” She thumbed the side of his horse cock and it wobbled from left to right, staying straight as an ironing board. “Now, I want your cum splashed all over my face, drenched in your sperm like I was wearing it as a mask, understand?”
“Y-y-yes ma’am." He stifled some as she pushed him a little bit away from the desk and got on her knees in front of him.
“Good, now let me show my gratitude.” Vodka winked at him as her tongue began to lick his tip up and down, getting him back up toward his maximum hardness. It took no time at all for him to wield his full size erection. She licked her lips of his precum and gorged herself on his giant black nightstick. Her mouth drooled all over it and her tongue whipped along every inch of his dick as precum and saliva dripped from the base of his shaft from her maw.
His breath was becoming labored. She was an absolute professional and he was entirely too sensitive from the fuck session he had just given her to last for very long. Sketchy started to fuck her mouth, amazingly, her mouth took it in and even got the tip of his dick down her throat with no gag reflex.
“Oh, fuck, Vodka. You’re gonna make me cum.” He whispered to her and she hummed her agreement as she started to put more and more suction onto his manhood. His penis began to twitch with vitality and sensation as his eyes closed hard.
She released his dick after the very last twitch and spunk flew from the tip onto her face and brown and white hair. She felt the warm semen splatter her and before she could even enjoy it, there came another large load upon her face. With every flex of his cock, she received his thick white gift, even catching a generous portion of it on her tongue. Her face was painted with the thick ooze. It was delectable and salty. As she swallowed what was in her mouth, she leaned forward and started sucking just the tip of his dick, getting the remainder of his sperm from whatever part didn’t fly onto her.
He shuddered as she sucked on his over-stimulated dick. The sensations after a male orgasm were very fierce but he accepted it anyway. The warm of her mouth and loving care she gave his big man was enough to give him goosebumps.
“Kay, you’re going to my house tomorrow.” She said, her eyes were now closed as his warm cum started to drizzle down from her forehead. Vodka licked some cum from her lips and hummed with approval. “That was not a request, that was an order. Got it?”
“Uh, yee.” He said, then saw that she was motioning toward her desk. He looked back at her desk to see a box of tissues. He picked it up and handed it to her. She started wiping off her eyes, going through sheet after sheet.
“Bring Winter. We’re going to have a wonderful time, and we’re having dinner. Sound good?” She opened her eyes finally, then started wiping down other parts of her face.
“Yeah, I gotcha, Miss V.” Sketchy smiled at her as she finally got the majority of his spunk off of her face and then went up to him with her arms wrapping around his waist. She pressed her lips to his and they shared a nice, long kiss as his arms wrapped around her hips and grabbed her bare butt.
“Citrus will be so happy to see you again.” Vodka put her hands on his cheek and they shared a moment in each other’s eyes. She pecked his lips one more time. “Eight o’clock, don’t be late.”
Sketchy plopped down onto the chair where he sat before, then looked over to see Winter was getting a lapdance by three very nice looking shark ponies of varying colors, which were hard to make out in the dark. While two of them blocked the view of onlookers, one of them got onto her knees and gave his cock, which hung out of the bottom of his shorts, a good long kiss before returning to the lapdance.
“Dude, where you been?” Winter asked Sketchy. The changeling smiled at the unicorn and he chortled a little bit. “Damn! You’re glowing like the fucking sun, bro. You look like you got super laid.”
“Yeah, well, things got better, I guess.” Sketchy shrugged and watched the half naked shark ponies continue to take turns on him. “Gotta tell you, this place has grown on me.”
“You see?” Winter exclaimed. “I knew you’d like it here, Sketch. It’s just a matter of giving this town a chance.”
“I know. All that worrying for nothin’.” Sketchy chortled again. This time Winter simply tapped the side of his own nose. Because the nose knows.
It was almost noon the next day. It was still growing cold, but it was at least a little warmer than yesterday. Neither fact stopped Sketchy from blasting the heater in Winter’s car, much to his dismay as he drove. He had enough problems with the lunch rush traffic, now he was dealing with Sketchy blowing hot air all through his car. He wanted to open the window, but then he just told himself that it wasn’t going to be that far of a drive.
“Dude,” Winter glanced at Sketchy with big huge eyes, his mouth wide open. “Are you serious? That’s why you didn’t want to go to the Sharkbite last night?” Winter could barely keep in a straight line after hearing such a story. Sketchy nodded, his arms crossed in his long hoodie sleeves so he could keep warm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because, man, it’s not somethin’ you go around telling people. Not to mention, I wanted to talk it out with Vodka on my own before anyone else knew. She was nice enough to extend me the same courtesy. She got respect, man.” Sketchy looked out the side window, remembering his time with Vodka last night. “Plus, it was in the past. It was far in the past.”
“She bit your dick, dude! That’s not something you just shrug off. That’s some serious traumatizing shit right there. She must have felt horrible.” Winter said in a loud whispering voice.
“Yee. She did. Vodka was so embarrassed. Course, I healed myself with my horn, but I had to go. Something like that gives me a limp one that ain’t coming back. We didn’t talk to each other again until last night.” Sketchy held both of his hands in front of the heater, finally feeling a bit warmer on the inside. “Now she wants us back at her place tonight, eight o’clock. She said her daughter’ll be there.”
“Oh, Citrus? Sweet. Well, we should be able to make that no problem. I don’t intend to stay over here for too long. Just long enough to say hi, give some hugs and then talk for a minute. He’s a busy man, and I’m sure he has plans.”
“Well, yeah, shouldn’t take long.” He looked at Winter, then back at the road. “You don’t think…”
Sketchy held a pause for a moment of silence. The unicorn glanced at him with a puzzled expression. It was obvious Sketchy was in deep thought. “I don’t think what?”
“I mean, last night with Vodka. It seemed like she was being more than just a friend.”
“Yeah, a friend with benefits.” Winter said and they both laughed.
“Nah, man. I mean she was acting like she was starting to… y’know… fall.” Sketchy tried to put it in words that didn’t make her sound like a teenager with a crush.
“Fall? Like, fall in love with you?” Winter asked, looking at him with big eyes. “I mean, she gave you a makeup blowjob, bro. I don’t know if that counts for going head over hooves.”
“Who are you talking to, again?” Sketchy asked, giving him an arched eyebrow expression. “I know when a mare is having fun and when a mare is getting close. I wrote the book on the subject. I’m sayin’ she was giving me the look like she was ready to start picking out wedding dresses.” The changeling said this and Winter’s face twisted with flabbergasted expression.
“Whoa whoa whoa, this is Vodka we’re talking about, right? Vodka, divorced, single mother most of her life, gives good head, that Vodka?” Winter tried his best to reason with this notion.
“Yes, that Vodka, man. I may be mistaken. Maybe she was just happy that we made up last night, but she was giving me that vibe. That vibe I pick up naturally, you know, on account of my black bug-like nature.”
They both laughed once again as Winter pulled into the apartment parking lot and started to search for a spot.
“Well, dude, all I can say is be careful. Vodka has seen a lot of shit in her life, and if you are the one to tame the wild great yellow bronco, more power to you.” Winter pulled into a parking spot and shut off the car.
“Thanks bro.” Sketchy smiled, but then frowned with wide eyes as he was hit with the cold air from the outside blowing in. He squinted against the icy cold wind as he got out of the car and started trudging with a purpose toward the apartment building. Winter directed the way and they got to the door in a hurry.
There stood a lady with dark, navy blue wings to go with the rest of her fur. Her hair was a bright teal color to go along with her tail. She wore a red coat top with a beige long skirt and red high heel boots. Her long, flowing hair blew with the wind as she looked back at the two young stallions.
Winter stopped in his tracks as he saw the mare. His head tilted, wondering why she was at Fable’s door until it opened.
“Mom!” Fable said with arms wide open, catching her as she squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around Fable’s torso so very tight. “Oh, my God, it’s so good to see you.”
She nuzzled his chest and held onto him for dear life as if it had been centuries since she’d seen him. In fact, it felt like centuries since she did. Winter and Sketchy crept in behind her. Fable didn’t even see them as his attention was fully on her.
“Oh, my Fable. My baby boy, I missed you so much.” She sniffed, starting to cry tears of joy. Fable closed the door behind her to stop the cold air from coming in. As he did, he noticed both Winter and Sketchy standing off to the side of the door. Fable’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, Winter, Sketchy.” Fable said and they both hummed their hello with a wave.
That was when his mother turned to both of them, her cheeks streaked with freshly dropped tears as she tried to regain her composure.
“Oh, um, hi!” She waved to them both, and Fable let her go as she turned all the way around.
“Mom, these are Winter and Sketchy. You guys, this is my mom, Stargazer.” Fable said, and they both shook her hand. Sketch knew it was a bad thing to be imagining her naked with her hourglass figure, but he honestly couldn’t help it. “And over here is Quick Bullet.”
Fable turned Stargazer over toward Letty, who waved at her from the couch. The yellow pegasus smiled at her. Her belly was now grown to the extent that she could only wear maternity clothes. His mother gasped as she laid eyes upon the couch-bound pegasus.
“Hi.” Letty said, straightening her black mane as Stargazer came in and helped her up from the couch. They embraced in a hug as Stargazer smiled wide.
“Hiiii! Oh my God, I’m so happy to finally meet you. And there’s my grandchild.” There came another fresh stream of tears rolling down her cheeks as she laid hands on Letty’s hardened stomach. “It’s so beautiful!”
Fable put a palm onto his forehead and sighed. So much emotion in one place was starting to give him a headache. He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face, then looked at Winter and Sketchy.
“You know, you didn’t have to come see us, you guys.” Fable walked over to them and fist bumped them both.
“Are you kidding me? Dude! Why didn’t you tell me your mom was…” Winter looked over at her and then caught wind of Fable’s glare at him. Winter scratched the back of his mane and gave a bit of a nervous chuckle. “But dude, why did you keep her from Ranchtown for so long?”
“She works, bro. She just got back from Las Pegasus and decided to stop by on her way back to Cloudsdale.” Then Fable noticed they were both staring at his mom again as she was in the living room, sitting on the couch with Letty and talking. “She divorced my Dad when I was a kid, she pretty much just works now.”
“Oh, what a shame.” Sketchy said in a somewhat disassociated tone. “A wonderful mare such as that should never be left alone.”
“Yeah, I can feel your condolences from here. Now, would you two stop staring at my mother, you’re starting to freak me out.” Fable said and they both looked at him.
“Dude, you need to hook some brothers up.” Winter said, and Fable’s eyes went wide.
“Hook some brothers up? Are you two high or something? I am not gonna hook you up with my mom. What the hell?” Fable looked at them both with a big frown on his face.
“Honeybee?” Stargazer said from her sitting position.
“Yeah, Mom?” Fable asked.
“Come sit with us and talk. I haven't seen you in ages!” She asked sweetly.
“Okay, just give me a minute.” His smile disappeared as soon as he turned back to the stallions. “Alright, now I’m gonna-- What are you doing?”
Both of them had their mouths covered, their heads were bobbing and they had huge hysterical smiles on their faces, stifling themselves so they weren’t too loud. Fable looked at them one after the other until one of them answered him.
“Honeybee.” Winter was able to chirp out while subsequently starting to laugh along with Sketchy. They had a mighty good bunch of guffaws, but tried their very best not to be too loud. Fable’s face grew purple to offset his already red complexion.
“I will kill you in your sleep.” Fable growled at both of them with a fire in his eyes.
After a moment, they finally settled down, catching their breath. Winter put his hand on his chest and took a deep breath while Sketchy was wiping the laughing tears out of his eyes. Fable wore the same unamused expression as he waited for them to get back their cool.
“Okay, but seriously, bro. I totally hooked you up with a certain someone that also had a maternal relationship with me. If I remember correctly, you had some yesterday as well.” Winter glared at Fable, but was a little unprepared as Fable shot the look straight back at him.
“Yeah, real nice of you there, Winter. Big difference though. You didn’t catch me by surprise fucking my mom after hiding from you for the entire time I’ve known you. Not to mention, I kind of already made up for that, if you know what I mean.” Fable’s glare out-glared Winter’s as the unicorn’s eyes widened. That night with Fable was a bit of a blur for the most part because of all of the booze the two of them had consumed. “Now, I will meet up with you guys later. Right now I have to go see my mother and my marefriend so we can talk about how cute and cuddly my son or daughter is going to be when she graces this insipid world with her presence!” Fable’s growl only got more and more evil and grim as he spoke at the two of them, making them both lean back a little bit to get away from the dark aura he was emitting from his fury.
Winter and Sketchy looked at one another.
“Well, that was something.” Sketchy said, his arms crossed over his chest in the car while Winter drove. Their exit was awkward to say the least, and Fable seemed salty. “Is he always like that?”
“No, no, Fable is a good guy. He’s just under a lot of pressure right now. We did barge in on him and his mom while they were talking to his pregnant girlfriend. I mean, the guy has a lot going on right now.” Winter reasoned, and Sketchy thought about it for a moment.
“Ye, that’s true. Then here we come after his momma’s ass.” Sketchy nodded. They both sighed as Winter continued to drive. There came a long moment of silence between them. Sketchy looked out the window to see all of the stores they were passing. Winter scratched his forehead just below his horn. Sketchy looked back over at Winter, who looked back at him and Winter smiled at him. “What?”
Winter chuckled.
“Honeybee.”
Both of them burst into hysterical laughter. Winter beat his palms against the steering wheel while Sketchy bent forward in laughing spasms.
The Vodka and Citrus’s house was something to behold. From their roach nest in Tramplebay to a two story, three bedroom, two and a half bathroom house with a half an acre in their backyard. There was a hot tub in the back porch, and a bar with a blender and a variety of alcohol a little ways away from it. For once, they had plenty of room to walk around and do what they wanted without spending an arm and a leg. Opening the Sharkbite Lounge gave them an income that they could only dream about. They lived it up like they should have and after everything they’d been through, they deserved it.
Sketchy admired the house as he and Winter walked up the steps to the entrance, knocking on the door. They both held containers of deli meat ham and turkey in their hands. After just a moment, there came Citrus. The green shark pony girl came to the door with a colorful flowery red, yellow and blue dress on that had one strap over her left shoulder. Her bright brown hair sported a dark pink flower. She smiled at both of them.
“Winter! Sketchy! Hey!!!” She opened her arms wide and embraced them both, and the two of them returned the favor, hugging her close.
“Hey Citrus, long time no see.” Sketch smiled and held his snout to the side of her neck. “Looks like you two have been doing alright for yourselves.”
“You could say that. Congratulations on graduating, by the way. Come on in.” She motioned for them both to follow her. They did, and as they walked through the front room, both of them were assaulted by alluring fragrances of jasmine and orange mixed together.
The carpet was a bright blue, and the sofas and chairs were white. It just looked so wholesome and comfortable. It felt like an actual home. Somehow, females just knew how to live in luxury. It was so warm and fuzzy, and there came the aroma of burning wood. With one crackle coming from the fireplace, they both turned to see a white brick setup on the left wall in front of all of the sofas in the living room. This place was gorgeous.
“Wow, Citrus, this place is fantastic.” Winter looked at all of their different decorations and pictures in various places of the house. “I could definitely see myself settling down in a place like this.”
“I know, right?” Citrus said as she took their food containers and brought them to the dining room. “We pretty much built it from the ground up. Now, Mom’s getting ready in her room. Can I get you guys something to drink?”
“You don't need to do that.” Winter chuckled. “You were a waitress for long enough.” He went with Sketchy to their liquor cabinet. “Let’s see what we got here.”
“Diamond Shell.” Sketchy picked up a smaller bottle and held it up. “This is the stuff right here.”
That’s when Winter noticed the Amber Cat, blinked, and decided that was a bad idea. Instead he grabbed one of the glasses beside the cabinet in the kitchen and Sketchy made them both a drink.
“So, Citrus, any of those strippers mention me on occasion?” Winter asked, drawing an annoyed look from her.
“Maybe once in a while.” Citrus replied as she got a bottle of strawberry rum and poured it with lemonade. “Mom already punished you once for that. You and your two friends."
“Fable says hi, by the way.” Winter’s grin only widened. Citrus rolled her eyes and took a long drink.
“So wear’s Vod-" Sketchy started to ask, but was interrupted by a voice from the stairs.
“Hi, boys.” Both of their eyes widened as they laid eyes on Vodka. She wore a green apron that went down to her thighs. That was it. Her areolas were in plain sight just above where the apron covered her very pointed nipples. One large step off of the stairs and both stallions got a very good look at her mound and her tight looking pussy lips. She smiled at the two of them as they stared at her with gaped mouths and drink glasses in their hands.
“Mom, really?” Citrus scoffed at Vodka. “That outfit?” She took another long drink of her glass.
“Oh, alright.” Vodka conceded the point. She untied the apron and dropped it in the middle of the living room floor, now bare naked. “Better, darling?”
“Much better.” Citrus smiled and chuckled. “Are you boys ready to eat?” The green shark pony looked at the two stallions who were poking through their pants in a very visible fashion.
“Ummm,” Sketchy began to say. “Sure, what are we…” He watched the momma shark pony sit on the white couch in front of the fireplace and spread her legs wide to either side of her.
“What do you think we’re having?” Vodka winked at the two of them and used her hands to spread open her pink inner labia to give them both a very good look at her very wet sex. “I hope you brought your appetite.”
“I know I did.” Citrus said and jumped in front of both guys as they made their approach. She got up to her mother’s crotch as she went to her knees. Her tongue went straight for the bottom of her vagina, digging into the honey hole with her entire tongue.
“Citrus! You rude little girl! We have--nnn--guests!” Despite saying this, her hand went down to her daughter’s head and pulled her tighter against her pussy. Citrus only grinded her tongue harder against her mother’s tasty wet cunt and her thumbs worked her outer lips as she licked with a fiery passion.
The dropped jaws never left either of the boys’ faces as they watched this occur. Both of them felt kind of like idiots for bringing the food containers, but that was neither here nor there at that moment. They watched the daughter lick her mother’s vagina with a great bit of gusto as Vodka’s head broke out in a sweat with her cheeks beet red. The fact that they were being watched by two lively, studly stallions only added to the great enjoyment she was feeling as her own daughter ate her out.
Sketchy had seen enough at that point. He put his drink down and dropped his pants. Then he climbed up onto the couch, with his knees in the cushions and lifted his shirt to give Vodka a perfect view of his long, slightly curved dick. With a welcome mouth, Vodka engulfed the steely cock and began to suck. Her saliva was already dripping down onto the couch within just a few bobs of her head.
While this went on, Winter couldn’t help but look up Citrus’s skirt to see that she, too was very scantily dressed. She wore nothing underneath her festive dress and her lower lips were leaking down the inside of her thighs. He took one more drink from his glass and knelt down beside the thirsty shark pony. With his thumbs he spread her ass cheeks wide open and began to lick her juicy pussy lips.
Citrus figured that she brought this on herself. As much as she hated to admit, Winter’s tongue felt really good, especially while she was so turned on. As her tongue worked her own mother’s pussy, she watched Vodka deepthroat the changeling man and jerk his cock with one hand. Citrus stood by her lesbianism a great deal, but every once in a while, she would indulge in the opposite sex. Winter was one of the few she would allow, though. If anyone were to ask if she’d ever had men before, she would deny the number of times she’d done it. She simply just plowed on ahead in the moment while Winter’s fingers pushed into her very tight, wet fuck hole. She moaned into her mother’s pussy while Vodka’s hand ran through her bright brown hair.
“Citrus! No! Stop!” Vodka’s legs began to twitch as she pulled away from her daughter’s mouth. “That was way too close!” The momma shark grabbed her own crotch and she cringed at the sharp pleasure it caused, trying to hold back her orgasm. She quickly pulled her legs up onto the couch and spread them to either side of Sketchy’s hips as she grabbed his cock with one hand, jerking it with her saliva lubricating her rubs. “Now then, finish me off you big stud!”
The black skinned changeling did not hesitate. He mounted her with no problems and pushed into her, causing her to gasp. She started to whimper as his cock stretched her pussy as it did the night before and he started to beat his pelvis against hers with a hard rhythm. His libido was at the top rung at that moment and his balls pelted against her ass cheeks while his hands pulled her into his thrusts.
Citrus turned and glared at Winter, who was wiping his lips. She looked off to the side and pursed her lips as she reached down and grabbed onto his blue knob inside of his pants. He was rock solid. Many lesbians who have had a taste for dick before will say that they got off their vegan diet and indulged themselves. She got up on her knees and pulled her dress over her head, revealing the golden hoops on either of her nipples dangling downward. Her cheeks flushed a solid red color. Her lust was so powerful in that moment that she couldn’t resist the urge anymore. Vibrators and horse-shaped dildos were fun, especially when another mare was pushing them into you, but sometimes, the natural solution was the way to go.
The green shark mare turned around and moved her sharktail to the side, revealing her dripping womanhood to him. Within seconds, Winter took the nonverbal invitation with great enthusiasm. She was ridiculously tight. He felt like he was fitting an undersized, wet condom on as he penetrated her warm sheathe. His hips began to beat against her after a moment and Citrus was astounded within a minute. She came. With everything that had already happened, she didn’t even notice that she had already built up a great deal of pleasure and it all creeped up on her as her whole body twitched with that orgasmic sensation.
Vodka held onto Sketchy as she looked him in the eyes, this time seeing him in the light of the fireplace. She found the sight gorgeous as she ran her hand through his mane and he pounded her with the full length of his thick manhood.
“I-I-I need to--nnmm--tell you something.” Vodka whispered into his ear. He hummed to her as a signal that he was listening. She let out a few more moans as she felt warm juice drip down over her asshole from her currently fucked pussy. “I need to--see you more often.” She managed to say before she started breathing harder.
“Oh yeah?” Sketchy replied, still concentrating on giving her the whole dick again and again. “How often?”
“Whenever you want. Whenever you’re alone and need company. I’ll--oohh--be your company. Anytime of the day. Come see me at work.” She whimpered and her hands went to her chest, pressing her tits together as her fingers pinched her nipples hard.
“Ye, I can do that.” Sketchy said, looking into her eyes as she gazed at him with the deepest bedroom eyes he had seen. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he started thrusting into her harder and faster. She moaned into his mouth as she met him in a deep, loving kiss. Their tongues wrestled inside their mouths and as she reached an orgasm, her pussy began to drench his thick, amazing dong. Sketchy didn’t have time nor the willpower to pull out of her. He came hard inside of her. Wads of semen drenched her well-fucked tube as he twitched inside of her.
She gave high pitched squeals at every overwhelming wave of stimulation that rippled through her body. Vodka gasped with breathless glee while she felt his warm cream slosh within her twitching sheathe.
Sketchy leaned his head onto her chest as their sweat mixed together. They heaved their breath together and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s arms. It was a moment they shared together in happiness.Then both of them looked over as Citrus started whining in ecstacy.
“Fuck! Yes!” She called out as the unicorn pulled out of her and spurted shots of thick, hot cum all over her ass and tail. Winter finished and leaned back on his hinder as they both caught their breath.
The place smelled of a mixture of feminine fragrance and sex juices. They laid all over the living room as they enjoyed the afterglow and some silence. After they recovered their strength, Winter sat up on the blue carpet.
“So, Sketchy,” The unicorn said, making the changeling lift his head to look at him. “What I'm trying to say is welcome home."
The three others started to chuckle softly and Sketchy lifted his fist toward Winter.
“Thanks, brother.” They fist bumped.
