Who doesn't like dessert first?
Sketchy saw the perfect place to sate his sweet tooth craving, Sugarcube Corner. He hadn't yet had the chance to try any of the store's confections, having only visited Ponyville a few times for a short while. He flew down and landed right in front of the door. He opened it, stepped in to the sound of a bell overhead, and was immediately assaulted by delicious smelling air.
The entire store basically reeked of its product, and he did not mind one bit. He could determine different kinds of cake, cupcakes, cookies, and other assorted pastries. This was definitely the right place for a snack. And when he got a look at who was behind the counter, it got even better.
With Pinkie out of town on some kind of friendship business, the store was left in the charge of one its two owners. Sketchy easily identified the mare as Mrs. Cake, thanks to her having been described during one of Pinkie's rapid info dumps. But the description he heard did not do the mare justice.
She had light blue skin, a mane that resembled raspberry ice cream with lighter streaks, and it looked like a fuller but less poofy cousin of Pinkie's mane. The true unjustly left out part about her though, was her figure. This mare was thick in all the right places. A nice, plump ass not at all undermined by her skirt that was begging to be squeezed and bitten, and full double d tits that did not seem to be affected by time at all. It was as if a pear had grown with an hourglass shape.
Having heard the bell above the door, Mrs. Cake began greeting whoever had entered as she turned around. "Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Where you can expect the sweetest-" Mrs. Cake froze as she saw who had come in. Two things immediately stood out to her, that the customer was a changeling, and that he was wearing an orange hoodie. Was it? "treats."
Cup Cake had heard from a friend that her friend had had a one night fling with a changeling in an orange hoodie. A changeling who knew how to please a mare, so much that he even had a reputation for it. Since she and Carrot had decided to add some spice to their marriage by making it open, Cup was hoping to get a young stud into bed with her. And it looked like one just walked through her door.
"W-What could I getcha, Hon?"
"Hm? Oh, sorry" Sketchy quickly apologized, realizing he had been staring. "This is actually my first time here" Sketchy explained as he approached the counter. "I'm not sure what I want. Mind if I browse a bit?"
"Go right ahead" Cup Cake said enthusiastically. As he got closer she noted his green shirt was not loose, hugging his body, though not restrictively it seemed. But definitely enough to show off his physique. He didn't appear to be the most defined, but there was definition there. She could see the outline of abs and pecs, and his damn sweater covered up his arms. Is it him? she wondered as she bit her lip at the sight while he perused. She only knew about the hat, that he had a fairly nice body, he had a proclivity towards mothers, and that his name was Sketchy. So that was two out of four.
"I think I could actually go for some chocolate chip cookies, with nuts if you have them."
"Luckily for you I just so happen to have some in the kitchen" Mrs. Cake said in a chipper tone. "Just have a seat at any of the tables and I'll bring them to you in a jiff. Will they be to go, or would you like to eat here?"
"I wouldn't mind eating here. It is my first time visiting this place."
"Great!" Mrs. Cake went through the kitchen doors, cheering internally as she quickly started untying her apron. She just as quickly removed her shirt and replaced it with the one she used when she was in the mood for quality time with her husband. It had a lower neckline, was a tad thinner, and was a size smaller. Perfect teasing material. It helped that she was already without a bra, since they felt uncomfortable during work and seemed unnecessary with her apron. But in this shirt, her nipples would be erect enough to show a bit through the apron. It always worked.
After quickly retying her apron, she went about getting the cookies on a plate, and preparing a glass of milk. The young changeling hadn't asked for one, but customers often did after digging into their snacks.
"Here you are!"
Sketchy looked up from his phone to see Mrs. Cake coming out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. He hadn't been paying too much attention to her clothes, but he swore something was different. "Thanks" he said, putting his phone away as she came to the table and placed the food down. "I didn't ask for milk."
"I know, but trust me, you'll want it. Free of charge."
"That's very kind of you." Sketchy picked up a cookie and watched as Mrs. Cake turned around and walked back to the counter. He could stare at her ass all day. He shook his head, reminding himself he was in public, and because he thought his mind was playing tricks on him from the way she seemed to sway her behind. He took a bite of the cookie in his hand and his eyes shot open slightly. "Wow, this is pretty good."
"So you said this was your first time here, and I don't recall seeing you around. Are you new in town?" Mrs. Cake asked as she wiped down the counter.
"In a sense. I actually have visited before, but I never stuck around much. I'm actually staying here for a bit while I travel all of Equestria."
"Sounds like quite an adventure mister...I'm sorry, I never got your name, Hon."
"My name is Sketchy."
Yes! I didn't switch shirts for nothing.
"But I don't mind if you just keep calling me that. I've been told I'm pretty sweet."
"Oh have you?" Mrs. Cake asked playfully.
"I have, beautiful" Sketchy gave her a wink before biting into another cookie.
"Bit of flirt are ya?" Mrs. Cake said with a light blush on her cheeks. "You should probably know my name is-"
"Mrs. Cake."
"You know who I am?"
"I've gotten to know your local heroes a bit. Pinkie's a bit of a talker."
"Ah."
"I hope I haven't crossed a line. Is your husband around?"
"No, he's away with the kids visiting his parents for the weekend. But don't worry, a little flirting never hurt anyone. We both agreed to that."
"Well that's good to know. Especially since I usually can't help myself around a good looking mare" Sketchy said before taking a drink of milk.
"You really are a little imp, aren't you?" Mrs. Cake tittered before leaning forward to clean the edge of the counter.
Sketchy's eyes widened as he saw Mrs. Cake's cleavage staring back at him. Sweet Celestia, it looked like she was still nursing. Had she adjusted her apron or something while she was in the kitchen?
Mrs. Cake smiled to herself, feeling Sketchy's eyes on her breasts. She performed two foolproof tricks to make sure she kept him staring. She took in a deep breath, tensing her chest a bit to make it rise further, her breasts seemingly wanting to come out of her shirt. After exhaling slowly, she stood straight and reached behind to feign retying her apron, pulling it back, making her cleavage peek out again.
A quick shift of her eyes allowed her to see that Sketchy was frozen with a wide eyed stare, cheeks puffed out, crumbs on his lips, and half eaten cookie in his hand. It looked adorable. But she needed him to finish his snack to pull off a little something, so she turned and headed for the sink.
Sketchy blushed as he blinked and refocused on his cookies, munching speedily. He nervously grabbed another cookie and started eating it at a faster rate. Was she doing that on purpose?! He liked mothers, but he was no home wrecker, even if the home was wrecked already. He only ever went for married mares when they were in an open relationship...and when they lied about it a few times. He wasn't psychic!
Humming from behind the counter caught Sketchy's attention. Thanks to the not so high counter, he could see Mrs. Cake opening the oven...and bending over to take out whatever was inside. That ass was begging to have hands on it, and her tail waved back and forth like a silent signal bell. If her skirt raised any higher, he would be able to see what color her panties were.
"Ooh, so hot."
He had to have imagined the way she said that. He quickly moved his head when she stood back up and turned, holding a tray of cupcakes in need of frosting. He grabbed the last cookie on the plate as he swallowed the remains of the last one, meanwhile Mrs. Cake grabbed a frosting bag to finish the cupcakes. At least he thought so.
"Oh darn. Stuck again?" Mrs. Cake said to herself as she lightly shook the bag, trying to get the frosting out. "Can't squeeze too hard or it'll explode" she seems to say to herself. "Oh well. A little mouthful won't be missed."
Sketchy turned his head with an inquisitive look and saw Mrs. Cake hold up the bag and capture its tip in her mouth. She started to suck on it with a few hums of effort whilst massaging the bag with one hand. Sketchy crushed the last cookie as his hand became a tense fist. He was semi-aware of an extreme tightness in his pants.
"Mm!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed after a full minute. She shifted her head back a bit as her cheeks slightly puffed. She hummed in approval as she let the tip fall out of her lips, a small bit of frosting leaking out. She swallowed. "There we go." With a quick lick of the tip, she removed the escaped frosting. She then used a napkin to wipe the tip and begin applying frosting to the cupcakes.
Sketchy released the crumbs in his hand onto the plate, grabbing a napkin to clean his hand. He then removed his beanie a vain attempt to fan himself. Realizing this wouldn't work, he simply wiped his forehead with it and let out a puff of air.
Unseen to him, Mrs. Cake was smirking the whole time. She could see Sketchy out of the corner of her eye while she "unstuck" the frosting. It worked every time with her husband and it was clearly working now. Once she finished the cupcakes, it was time to make the least subtle move she could.
Sketchy grabbed his glass of milk and heard hoofsteps behind him. He scooted himself further in to hide his bulge, unaware that Mrs. Cake had sneaked a peak right before he did. He started drinking the last of the milk as she came around to face him. He was not expecting her to sit on the table, giving him a good view of her covered rump.
"So Sketchy, did you like the taste of my cookie...s? Mrs. Cake asked with her best 'do me' eyes.
It was then that Sketchy caught it. He was a bit too distracted to notice it before. The scent of desire. This mare wanted it, and kind of badly. Not the strongest he had ever smelled, but still strong. He could swear he saw her nipples poking through her apron.
"Th-Th-They were really good! Thanks!" he said a bit too enthusiastically as he set down the now empty glass. "And you were right about the milk."
"Speaking of, looks like you forgot a little. Let me." Mrs. Cake outstretched her arm and used her thumb to wipe away Sketchy's milk mustache. She then stuck her thumb in her mouth before pulling it back out with a pop. She licked her lips with an approving hum. "Don't remember milk tasting that good. Guess it is appropriate to call you Hon, Hon."
"Mrs. Cake, are you flirting back at me?" Sketchy asked playfully, doing his best to hide his nervousness.
"Maybe a little" she said before releasing a titter. "I bet a looker like you doesn't mind. You're probably used to it."
"You could say that" he replied nonchalantly.
"I hope you don't mind" she said as she placed a hand on one he had on the table, causing his eyes to shift slightly. "I've been a bit lonely here by myself. This is a nice little bit of fun."
"I don't mind at all. In fact, I love pleasing a mare anyway I can." Sketchy emphasized this by taking her hand and kissing the top of it.
"Oh stop you" Mrs. Cake gushed as she withdrew her hand and gestured with it. "You keep this up and I'm gonna end up giving you a kiss." She delved into a brief chuckle fit, which Sketchy joined in on.
"Though, that wouldn't be so bad." Sketchy's mouth shut at those words. "I've been wanting some connection besides just small talk. Things have been a little light with my husband, physically speaking."
"This...sounds like some private information, Mrs. Cake."
"Not even something prolonged" she continued, ignoring Sketchy's interjection. "I would settle for a one time thing. And it wouldn't have to be with a pony. I wouldn't mind trying something with say a dragon, or a yak, a minotaur, or even a changeling."
Sketchy's wings twitched slightly. "Ahem. R-Really?"
"Mmhm" Mrs. Cake affirmed with a nod before leaning a bit closer to him. "Maybe even with a changeling I've heard about from my friends. One who has a certain motherly type. Who usually wears an orange beanie. And ate some cookies a minute ago." She had placed her hand back on his and was stroking it with her thumb.
"Mrs. Cake, your husband-"
"Knows how I feel. We talked about it. Which is how I know he feels the same way. And I'm glad we talked about it. We might not have started having an open marriage if we didn't" she whispered before giving him a wink.
"Started having-" This new information made all apprehensiveness in Skethy's brain disappear. "Damn, girl! Why didn't you say-?" Sketchy was cut off as Mrs. Cake grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her.
"Mm!" she moaned as she slammed her lips against his. A wide eyed Sketchy was quick to push out his chair and stand, Mrs. Cake simultaneously adjusting herself to face him fully. He removed his sweater and she released his shirt to grab the belt loops of his pants to pull him back to her, between her spread legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders while he placed his on her plump rear.
Mrs. Cake hummed in approval as Sketchy squeezed her ass and slipped his tongue past her lips. She met it with her own and was pleasantly surprised to discover the rumors about changeling tongues being longer and forked were true. She hoped he would put it to use in another area in a bit.
Mrs. Cake leaned back, pulling Sketchy with her, forcing him to release her ass and place his hands on the table. After adjusting his legs for a better stance, he went for her legs. The feeling of his hands on her legs made her raise them and take hold of him with her knees.
"Mm hm-hm" Mrs. Cake moaned as Sketchy's hands stroked her legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lightly squeezed her thick thighs, brushing the undersides of her ass. She broke the kiss for a moment. "Would you mind using your magic to untie my apron? It and my shirt are felling a little...restrictive, if you get my meaning."
"I think I do" Sketchy replied with a calm smile as he ignited his horn. He realized something and stopped before he completely undid the apron's knot. "Wait, we're in the eating area, and there's windows. Should we move to your room?"
"Like hell we will! I haven't been rutted here for too long. Could you use your magic to draw the blinds and flip the sign to closed for me too, please?" she asked sweetly with a flutter of her eyelashes.
"Gladly" Sketchy replied as he did everything she requested, the room now looking like the lights were dimmed.
"Thanks, Hon" she said sweetly before giving his muzzle a quick kiss. He tilted his head bashfully as he blushed and smiled. "Now undo my apron, please." Sketchy wordlessly obeyed, flinging the strands outward to show the deed was done.
Mrs. Cake pulled down the front of the apron and pulled her shirt off. Sketchy's eyes widened as she saw that she indeed wasn't wearing a bra, which wasn't hard to surmise given what he saw earlier. And her nipples had been poking his chest. Her double d breasts looked so perfectly round and cushiony. He could probably lay his head on them and have a good nap. But even more so, they looked positively appetizing.
"Sketchy, dear, you're drooling" Mrs. Cake said gently.
"Oops, my bad" Sketchy said as he wiped away the offending fluid from his mouth.
"That's okay. You just like the way they look, don't you?"
"Oh yeah."
"How do my tits look, Sketchy?"
"Delicious."
"Really?" Mrs. Cake caught sight of something off to the side and grinned. She reached over and grabbed a dispenser filled with boysenberry syrup. "Well since you put it that way." She proceeded to poor a copious amount of the substance over her exposed breasts.
"Oops" she said before setting the dispenser down. "Looks like I had a little spill" she said in a playful tone. "Would you mind helping me clean it up?" She emphasized her question by using her shoulders press her breasts together.
Sketchy had been surprised by the action, but he was not complaining in the slightest. "I wouldn't mind at all" he replied with a grin. He then proceeded to release his forked, lengthy tongue, and started to slowly lick away the syrup from Mrs. Cake's breats.
"Sss, ooh" Mrs. Cake cooed as Sketchy ran his tongue over her tits. "Hah" she gasped as he swirled one of her nipples before flicking it. He did the same to the other, but instead of leaving it be after, he captured it in his mouth and started sucking it. "Ah! Ooh, Sketchy." She began kneading her free breast with one hand while caressing the back of Sketchy's neck with the other.
Sketchy bit down on her nipple the slightest bit, more of a light squeeze, which made her quickly inhale. He then shifted his jaw back and forth while licking the nub. He recieved hitched breathing and quick squeals in response, making him mentally smile. He was surprised when he felt liquid hit his tongue. He withdrew and quickly realized what it was.
"Are you still nursing?"
"Oh, no. I guess I should've told you before. I'm a bit of a milk mare. I don't make that much, but it's there. Is it weird for you?" she asked worriedly.
Sketchy roamed his mouth with his tongue before responding. "Quite the contrary, actually" he said with a smooth smile before leaning close to her face. "I love the taste of a mare's milk. Like liquid love." Sketchy quickly reared back and latched back on to Mrs. Cake's nipple, sucking it in a way to coerce more milk out.
"Ooh!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed as she felt Sketchy eagerly yet gently start to suckle her milk. "Well in that case, drink up as much as you'd like, Hon." She began caressing the back of his neck in a loving way, sometimes tracing her fingertips down the side. As a changeling, Sketchy could feel that this was a personaly intimate act for her. Once he was finished, he switched to her other breast and drank from her in a gentler fashion, while still lathering her nipple with his tongue. "Mm, you're so gently, baby."
Once he had his fill, he released her nipple with a pop and gave it a light kiss.
"You're pretty good at that."
"Lots of practice" Sketchy replied before delivering multiple quick kisses on her breasts, making her giggle.
"Kiss me some more, love bug." They resumed their heated make out for a bit before Mrs. Cake pulled back, licking her lips. "I always love tasting my milk on someone else's lips. Don't tell anyone, but I actually use it in my baking."
"Is that why those cookies tasted so good?"
"Maybe" she replied teasingly before she started swatting her tail, making it brush up against Sketchy's imprisoned erection.
"Ooh, looks like someone wants to meet me" she said playfully as she made her tail deliver a deliberately slow, upward stroke.
"He's very eager to" Sketchy replied as he smiled down at her.
"Well let's not keep him waiting. Sit back down in the chair for me, would you, Hon?" Sketchy wordless obliged her and sat down, allowing her to get off the table and get on her knees in front of him. "Mm, must be awful cramped in there for him" she said as she ran her hands up his thighs. "Let me help him."
Sketchy sat back as she used her hands to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. She hooked her fingers under the hem of his boxers and pulled them and his pants down to his ankles. His black cock sprang out in front of her, close to hitting her in the face by a few inches.
"Ooh, big boy. Couldn't have been comfortable in there" she said as she took gentle hold of his cock at the base, using her free hand to take his pants off completely and setting them aside. "Do you think a kiss could make him feel all better?"
"Mm, it could. But I think he might need some more to really get better."
"I'm sure" she chuckled in reply as she started slowly stroking him up and down. "Mmuah" she went as she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss below the underside of his tip. This made Sketchy's breath hitch. "Let's make something clear here, first. I expect to be repaid in a similar manner. Any objections to that, young man?"
It was like she knew there was something he liked about a stern mother's voice. "Not at all. In fact, I'm more than happy to oblige."
"I sure hope so" she replied before she gave his underside an upward lick. This made Sketchy release shaky gasps. She flicked off the tip, catching some of his pre. She smacked her lips, noting the familiar though different flavor. "Hm, I've never tried a changeling's cream filling before. First time for everything."
Sketchy was not prepared for what she did next. In a swift motion, she captured the head of his cock in her mouth before sliding downward, taking in more of him. She stopped a little past halfway as he audibly shivered. She directed her eye upward to see him leaning his head back. She teased his underside by shifting her tongue slightly, making him hiss through his teeth. She slowly drew back up, making him bite his lip. She released him with a pop before giving his head a light lick.
"Wait, you're stopping now?" Sketchy asked worriedly, looking down at her.
"Oh, of course not" she replied soothingly as she stroked his thighs. "Don't worry, deary. A mother knows how to take care of someone." Sketchy knew that all too well. "I just wanted to make you a bit more comfortable first." She straightened up and proceeded to nestle Sketchy's cock in between her breasts, almost completely enveloping him. She used her hands to lightly press them together before shifting up and down.
"There. Comfy enough?"
"More than enough" he moaned. Her breasts felt like pillows from heaven. He could just sink into them in pleasurable bliss.
"Good. Now let Mama Cake take care of you." Mrs. Cake recaptured the free part of his cock and repeated what she did before, but continued to suck while also employing her breasts.
"Sweet Sun Goddess" Sketchy groaned as his cock was doubly treated. Mrs. Cake sucked him off at a steady pace while also stroking him with her mammaries. It wasn't the first time a mare had done this to him, but none that did had breasts this big or soft. They also weren't as gentle. Most often it was hot, heavy, and faster paced. But Mrs. Cake treated him like she had the frosting bag, he assumed, but better.
The memory of what she did with the frosting bag stuck in his mind. So determined but patient was she to get the substance out with her mouth. And when she did she happily ate it up. She wanted to do so again. He could feel it in the way her breasts stroked and hugged him. The way she audibly sucked him, sliding her tongue over him in a different way every time she drew up, along the sides, the underside, swirling his head. She wanted to try changeling cream, and he wasn't looking to disappoint her.
"Mrs. Cake" he moaned as he placed his hands on her head, instinctively not grabbing. "I'm..."
"Gonna cum?" Mrs. Cake asked, giving the head of his released cock a teasing lick.
"Yes!"
"You're gonna cum, Sketchy?" She began shifting her breasts up and down in a quick manner.
"Yes!"
"You're gonna cum for me? In my mouth?"
"Sweet Celestia, yes!"
"Then do it! Give me your cream!" She recaptured the head of his cock and sucked it in the same way when she was shifting her breasts.
"Here it...Ngh! Ngh!" Sketchy grunted as he began to ejaculate into Mrs. Cake's mouth. If there were any difficulty, her treating him like a stubborn milkshake helped. "Ah! Holy shit!" He exclaimed as he leaned forward, holding Mrs. Cake's head in place. She didn't object. In fact, she would've held herself in place after the first spurt hit her tongue.
Changeling cum was unlike anything Mrs. Cake had ever tasted. She almost couldn't describe it. There was some form of unique spiciness to it, and it was like carnal lust were made edible. It reminded her of having her favorite sweet on a cheat day, and much like those instances, she wanted all that she could get. "Mm!" She pressed her breasts into his cock and stroked upwards, trying to get as much of his cum as possible.
"Please! Please stop! You're gonna drain me!"
She got in one last suck before withdrawing. She hummed in great approval, wiping away any that slipped out of the corners of her mouth and eagerly licking it off her fingers. Sketchy sat in the chair panting.
"Mm, that was...scrumptious."
"Pretty good...first time tasting, huh?"
"Was I that obvious?"
"All first time tasters are. Believe it or not, you're not the most eager first timer. One mare pretty much left my legs numb."
"I don't blame her. So, how long do you need before you repay ME?!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed as Sketchy bolted out of his chair, grabbed her underneath her arms, and lifted her up to lay her on the table. She gasped as she felt something long, thin, and wet draw up her nether lips.
"Changeling's have an inherent stamina. And mine has been strengthened over the years." He took another, slower lick of Mrs. Cake's pussy lips, making her gasp shakily as he did so. She shivered when he flicked his tongue off the top. "Sweet and delicious" Sketchy noted as he licked his lips. "My kind of mare."
Mrs. Cake gasped deeply as Sketchy suddenly shoved his muzzle into her mound and invaded her with his lengthy tongue, lapping at her insides. Her legs automatically wrapped around his head, locking in place. Her hands stroked over her torso with no real direction as she moaned gutturally. "Oooohhh. Nopony's eaten me out like this since...ever! Oh my goodness."
Her lower half began to gyrate as she moaned in ecstasy. This changeling knew what he was doing. His tongue traced over every inch of her insides, gently stroking and applying pressure in various areas. She never knew a tongue having a forked tip could feel so wonderful. It was like two tiny traces of pleasure followed the pleasure made by each lick. "Ah!" Her hips bucked as the tips just lightly brushed against her g-spot. "Ooh, Sketchy dear. Do that again! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She exclaimed and bucked her hips as he complied with her request numerous times.
She was getting close already, it was so good. She could feel her orgasm slowly creeping with every occasional pass at her g-spot. Sketchy's sixth sense and feeling her muscles tighten alerted him to this. And he had the perfect thing to help her along. He opened his eyes and spotted a little pink button above her opening, and moved his hand to lightly rub it with his thumb.
"Sweet sugar cakes!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed as her pleasure increased tenfold, her back arching. "Ah!" She shot up into a hunched sit, taking hold of Sketchy's head in her hands, partly for support, and partly to make sure he wouldn't stop. "Oh, that's it! Yes! Don't stop! I'm- I'm gonna-! AAAHHH!" Mrs. Cake squealed as her orgasm hit her, her hips bucking into Sketchy's muzzle, which he was used to. She gripped his beanie in her hands as the waves of pleasure crashed on her. "Oh Celestia! Ah!" She wasn't a squirter, but the constrictions of her inner walls were strong enough to force the averagely increased fluids to lightly squirt into Sketchy's waiting mouth.
Sketchy lapped up Mrs. Cake's orgasm juices with plunging licks to get as much as he could. He always savored a mare's nectar, for the mare's pleasure, the taste, and what was sure to come next. He gulped down what he collected, giving Mrs. Cake's pussy a kiss full of tongue.
Mrs. Cake shuddered as she came down from her orgasm, her grip on Sketchy's hat loosening. She gently stroked and caressed his head as he licked up what she had produced. She drew back slightly and looked down at Sketchy when he stopped. He gave her a smooth looking smile and kissed her inner thigh. "That...that was amazing."
"I aim to please" he said with a wink.
"I can tell" she replied with a chuckle. "God, it was so good. I've never cum like that from being eaten out before. And...I feel like I can still go for more? How is that possible?!"
"Something else I'm guessing you didn't know about changelings: our cum, male or female, acts as an aphrodisiac. And a mare's juices pretty much has the same effect on me."
"Well don't keep me waiting, then!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed as she pushed Sketchy back, making him stumble and get on his hooves. Mrs. Cake laid herself back onto the table, keeping herself slightly raised by her hands. She gave Sketchy a smoldering look as she spread her legs, wiggled her hips, and flagged her tail in a come hither fashion. "I got a taste of changeling dick. Now let me have the whole meal."
Sketchy's horn glowed green, and there was a flash. Mrs. Cake's eyes widened as Sketchy appeared in front of her and suddenly slammed his hands on either side of her. His shirt and sweater were now gone, exposing his not too shabby physique. His face hovered mere inches from hers. She had been surprised, but she soon regained her smolder. He wore a devious smirk. "All you had to do was ask."
Mrs. Cake gasped as Sketchy slowly pushed into her. "Mm" she growled in approval as his tip entered. She panted with a smile as he continued to gradually fill her. "Mmf!" she grunted once he bottomed out, wrapping her legs around his waist, locking them at her ankles, and gyrating her hips. "Ooh. It's been so long since I've had a cock that wasn't my husband's, or made of rubber. Definitely not a bad change of pace."
Sketchy hissed through his teeth as Mrs. Cake's inner walls hugged his cock. After everything they'd already done, it was hard for him not to just slip right in. She was so wet and warm and soft, and more than ready. She grabbed one of his shoulders with one hand and pulled herself forward, allowing her to join her hands behind Sketchy's neck.
"Sketchy, deary? I need you to do me a big favor, okay?" She didn't let him respond, taking his chin in her hand and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Mm." She broke the kiss and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Give it to mommy. Nice and slow. At first." She pulled back and kissed him on the cheek before rejoining her hands. "Can you do that for me?"
Sketchy gave her a quick kiss on the lips in response, giving her a smile afterward. "With great pleasure." Sketchy slowly pulled back, Mrs. Cake's legs following since they were still locked behind him. He was a little over halfway out before he gently pushed back in with a light grunt. The faintest slap of skin on skin could be heard as he did so. Mrs. Cake hummed in approval, before nodding to him to indicate that he continue in the same fashion.
Sketchy and Mrs. Cake stared into each other's eyes, smiling at one another as the former gently pleasured her, his thrusts averaging one per second to every other second. Mrs. Cake's eyes suddenly became more seductive, and she pulled herself forward to join their lips, closing her eyes as she did. Sketchy closed his own eyes and embraced the kiss.
"Mm" Mrs. Cake moaned pleasurably as Sketchy's tongue slipped past her teeth to join hers. His being longer allowed him to slightly wrap it around hers, pulling it back in an interesting manner. It was almost like he was sucking on her tongue while giving it a unique kind of massage. She loved it. And she didn't mind the taste either.
She had tasted her own juices before, but never when she had the lingering taste of changeling cum on her tongue. It was like she was experiencing both in a whole new fashion. The taste of herself was never this good before. And she wanted more.
Mrs. Cake reached down and drew some of her fluid from the outer rim of her pussy. She briefly brushed against Sketchy's cock, making him shiver briefly. She pushed against his tongue with her own and opened her mouth, allowing both to be exposed to the air. She then wiped the juice on his tongue, as much as she could without touching hers, then captured their joined tongues in her lips. And then started to eagerly suck on them.
Lewd slicking and sucking sounds permeated the room, along with Mrs. Cake's enthusiastic moans. It was almost like she was blowing Sketchy all over again. The further enhanced taste drove her wild, causing her to suck on his and her tongue like it was making the taste itself.
Sketchy was surprised; he'd never had a mare try something like that with him, not that he was complaining. She definitely had the right idea. He was no stranger to his own taste either, it was practically unavoidable, as more than a few mare's desired a kiss after blowing him. He thankfully got past any discomfort he initially had, and didn't mind the taste. Especially in this case. He kept his mouth open, allowing her to essentially fellate both their tongues.
Soon, Mrs. Cake's legs began to move, her joined ankles beginning to push on Sketchy's lower back as he pushed back into her. The strength of her pushing gradually increased, for a short while. It increased at a much faster pace very quickly, and Sketchy was basically being made to thrust into her.
Mrs. Cake broke their kiss and gave him a slightly crazed look. "Well, do I have to do all the work?"
"No, ma'am!" Sketchy exclaimed as he began to thrust into Mrs. Cake for himself.
"Ngh! There we go. Ugh! Oh yes." The quicker slapping of skin on skin was much more audible now, along with both parties grunting enthusiastically. Mrs. Cake panted as Sketchy's dick plunged into her, sending wave after wave of familiar but all new pleasure. This was what she was hoping for as a result of her open marriage. And she finally had it. And she was gonna enjoy it. Her leg lock was basically just insurance at this point. "Yes. Fuck me, Sketchy" she lightly squealed.
Sketchy was once again in a familiar heaven. MILF pussy somehow always seemed the best, as if it was naturally soft and inviting, more so than a non-MILF's. And Mrs. Cake's was no exception. Being from a race that naturally developed for slightly higher than average procreation gave him a more receptive dick. Along with the previously mentioned stamina, he felt about twice as much pleasure than the average pony. And Mrs. Cake's pussy was doing an exceptional job of stimulating him.
Though he was the one doing the trusting, it was still as if her inner walls were pulling him in for maximum pleasure. But it wasn't forceful, it was gentle. Like warm, wet, soft hands sliding around his cock, guiding them inward. She wasn't too tight, but it still felt like a big hug.
Sketchy leaned forward and nestled his muzzle in the nape of Mrs. Cake's neck. He started nibbling, sucking, and licking the area, much to her delight.
"Ooh. Oh Sketchy" she moaned as she caressed his neck with one hand, using the other to support herself on the table. He surprised her when he pulled back and quickly shot down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He used one hand to caress her other breast, using his thumb to play with the other nipple. "Ah! Ooh Sketchy! Mommy loves that!" she squealed in ecstasy. She began forcefully pushing on him with her legs again. "Harder, baby! Ah! That's it! Fuck me, Sketchy! Ah ha!"
"Ngh! Mrs. Cake" Sketchy grunted and panted, briefly stopping from sucking her tit. In a fit of hot passion, he rolled out his tongue and slathered her titty, swirling the nipple before giving it a popping kiss. "You're an amazing MILF."
"Glad I didn't disappoint on that front. The same way you didn't disappoint as a MILF lover. Ooh, goodness. I think...Yes! I'm getting close."
"Are you sure?"
"Mm-hm!"
"Good, because I am too!"
"Wait. You're not wearing a condom. Can you cast a spell?"
"Don't need to. Another fun fact about changelings: we can control whether our cum is fertile or not. That way we can avoid and guarantee hive production, when the situation calls for either."
"So then...you can cum, and not get me pregnant?"
"That's right."
It was like he flicked a switch in her. She quickly moved her legs to have them lock at her thighs, and started pushing against him with all she had, grunting as she did so.
"Ngh! Ngh! So much about changelings I wish I knew before! This definitely won't be the last time we do this. Now fuck me as hard as you can and give me your cum!" She didn't let him say anything back, as she captured his lips for an aggressively enthusiastic kiss.
Hearing someone like Mrs. Cake say what she said, with what he learned in passing about her, was incredibly arousing. She was a kind mother and kind in general, but she could be an animal if she wanted. Like a cougar. The best kind of MILF for him. He returned her kiss with the same aggressiveness and took hold of her hips, allowing him to pull her toward him, making his thrusts much more impactful.
"Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!" Mrs. Cake squealed as Sketchy plowed her on the table in her establishment. She was too lost in the pleasure to even consider how naughty that was. She broke the kiss and embraced him, feeling the need to be as close to him as possible. "Oh Sketchy! Yes! Yes!"
"Ngh! Mrs. Cake! I'm about to.."
"Me too! Go ahead and let it all out. I want you to. I want you to cum inside me, Sketchy!"
That did it for him.
"Ah! Ngh! Mmff!" Sketchy grunted as hilted inside Mrs. Cake and came. His cock twitched inside her as it released rope after rope of his unfertilized cum.
And that did it for her.
Mrs. Cake came herself the instant the first spurt of cum hit her inner walls. It was like an almost non-existent fuse had been lit on a bomb. "Ah! AH! AH HA! YES! GIVE MOMMY YOUR CUM! AH!" Mrs. Cake screamed with each spurt of cum that splashed inside her. Her leg's grip tightened around Sketchy as much as possible, keeping him secure inside her.
Eventually their grunting and screaming died down to husky panting and shivering. Their holds on each other loosened, and they leaned back, looking at each other. Though they didn't actually release one another.
Mrs. Cake panted, her legs barely maintaining their lock, now back at the ankles, as she looked into Sketchy's eyes. She pulled herself forward and gave him a loving kiss on the lips, moaning gently as she did so. "Mm. Thank you for that, Sketchy."
"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Cake" Sketchy replied with a wink before giving her a quick kiss.
"I'm so glad me and Carrot agreed to try an open marriage."
"Oh, thank Celestia. Eep!"
Sketchy and Mrs. Cake's eyes widened as they quickly turned their heads to the source of the very familiar voice. Twilight was standing in the open doorway of the shop, her eyes wide, entire face steaming red, and her wings noticeably splayed out to their full width. Apparantly they had been too distracted to notice the sound of the bell above the door.
"Princess Twilight!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed nervously. "What uh-Why are you in here?! The sign said closed!"
"I...wasn't paying attention when I opened the door. I guess now I know why the blinds were drawn. H-Hi, Sketchy."
"Hey, Twilight" Sketchy replied awkwardly. "Um..."
"We'll all pretend like this never happened!" Twilight quickly exclaimed as she turned her head and threw up a hand to cover the view.
"Agreed" Sketchy and Mrs. Cake said simultaneously.
Twilight's eye peeked out from behind her hand, tracing down Sketchy's body, paying quite the bit of attention to what little she could see of him being inside Mrs. Cake. She mouthed a wow.
"Uh, Twilight?"
"Gah! Sorry! I'll-ow!" Twilight exclaimed as she tried to exit through the door, only for her erect wings to prevent her from doing so. "Stupid wingboners. Oh forget it!" Twilight grumbled to herself as she tried to maneuver her way through the door, then give up and just teleport away.
The shop door was immediately enveloped in Sketchy's magic, closed, and locked.
"I probably should've said to lock it before" Mrs. Cake said, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment.
"And I probably could've thought of that."
"Well, we're alone now. Can you teleport?"
"Yeah. Up to five people."
"Good. Could you teleport us into my bedroom? I hope you don't mind cuddling for a little."
"Not at all" Sketchy replied with a smile. He charged his horn and teleported him and Mrs. Cake to her room, mentally setting aside what was sure to be an awkward time back at the castle.
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Seeing Twilight around the castle the following days after being caught was awkward to say the least. Whenever one of them entered a room the other was occupying, they did their best not to make eye contact, or just leave the room entirely. Twilight most often chose the latter, her cheeks turning red and her wings flaring a brief moment every time.
"So she walked in on you and one of your conquests?" Spike asked as he stood in the doorway of Sketchy's room. Said changeling was reading a magazine on his bed, trying his best to avoid interacting with Twilight. While he wasn't exactly embarrassed to have his exploits somewhat known, it was another thing for the host of the home he was staying in to know and be embarrassed. Really, it was more for her sake.
"Is it that obvious?" Sketchy replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"With Twilight, there might as well be a big neon sign" Spike said with a chuckle. "So Mrs. Cake, huh? Very nice. She's shapely in all the right ways."
"..."
"What? Just because Rarity's my main goal doesn't mean I can't appreciate how other mares look."
"I was actually wondering more about how you know it was Mrs. Cake. Let me guess, Twilight told you."
"If her screaming 'She and Carrot are trying an open marriage!' right after coming back from the Corner counts as telling me, then yes. The only other Carrot in town is Carrot Top, and she's not married or gay. So, is it true about the Cake's and their marriage?"
Sketchy cocked his eyebrow at Spike, noticing the interested tone. "Why do you want to know?"
"Me and Rarity still aren't a thing yet. A dragon can't have a one time fling? Especially when the mare he desires has had more than a few?"
"How do you-?"
"She's come home with stallions a little late and they leave next morning. Not that hard to figure out. And it's a tall castle with good views, so it's not hard to miss. So the Cakes; open marriage, yes or no?"
"...Yes."
"Good to know. Oh, and did Mrs. Cake by chance mention if she'd be open to trying something with non-pony species other than changelings?"
"She might've mentioned something along those lines. Honestly it was hard to retain everything she said while she was sending some not so subtle hints. But I think she might've said 'dragon' at one point."
"Thanks for the info, man" Spike said as he approached Sketchy to fistbump him.
"Bros before mares" Sketchy replied with a smirk as he fist bumped Spike.
"You're hilarious. I'll see you later."
"Wait, you're going to Sugarcube Corner now?!"
"No, I'm going over to Rarity's, she asked for my help today. She's still priority. Plus, she prefers not to be alone for too long when her mom visits."
Sketchy's ears stood at attention as he sat up in the bed. "Hold up" he called to Spike before he could get out of sight "Rarity's mom is visiting?"
"Yeah. With how little she visits, she tends to forget to filter personal details around her daughter...s. At least that's according to Rarity. But apparantly she remembers when non-family is around, so Rarity asked me to come and 'spare her the mortification' as she put it."
"Hey, you wouldn't mind if I tagged along, would you?"
Spike fixed Sketchy with a cocked eyebrow and knowing smirk. "And why exactly would you want to do that?"
"Do we really need to have a little game of exchanging bullshit?"
Spike rolled his eyes before gving Sketchy a 'get over here' gesture. "Come on then, you old horndog."
Sketchy levitated his hoodie onto himself and walked to the door, where Spike stepped aside for him to pass through whilst still smirking. Sketchy found out why as he passed through the door and came face to face with Twilight. They both froze in place as their eyes widened, Twilight's cheeks flushing as they had a few times before. Spike's eyes shifted between them while he wore a shit eating grin.
"E-E-Evening, Sketchy" Twilight stuttered out as she turned her head away due to a sudden, intense interest in the leftward part of the ceiling.
"Twilight" was Sketchy's curt and professional reply.
"I was just...coming to you BY you! By your room! As in walking through this area! So, uh, yeah!" a spark and flash went off and Twilight was on the other side of her two house mates. "I'll just...go!" The clip clop of Twilight's hooves permeated the hall as she sped off. Spike started walking the opposite direction with a smug, satisfied smile.
"Did you not see her walking down the hall?!" Sketchy asked Spike angrily through gritted teeth as he caught up to him.
"No, I did" Spike replied simply.
"And it didn't occur to you to tell me?!"
"And miss out on that comedy gold? Oof!" Spike grunted before chuckling after Sketchy gave him a punch in the arm. "Oh don't be so sensitive. Come on, I bet digging into some Cookie will make you feel better."
"Don't try and use something that's already gonna happen to make me forget about this. I'mma get you back for that."
"You can imagine our surprise by how comfortable Rosaline was having her husband naked in a hot tub not ten feet away from a bunch of other mares. Those two sure as heck aren't shy, though we already knew about Ros. Let me tell ya, you'd think a stallion would have a hard time not getting aroused in that situation, but he was really calm."
"....Ahem, um...yes, that's very...interesting, mother" Rarity said hesitantly before undoing the seam of a dress she was working on. For the umpteenth time.
It was hard to concentrate on her work whenever her mother spoke about...anything really, whenever she visited. She may have liked saucy gossip and such things as much as the next mare, but it was quite uncomfortable coming from her mother. She always wanted to speak up about how she felt, but then she would see how happy her rarely seen mother looked and swallowed her words. This is why she was quietly begging a certain individual to arrive soon.
Oh please hurry, Spike. This is the longest she's gotten to talk like this and it's testing my limit!
"And boy was that a good opportunity to see how different Rosaline's husband was. Never seen many that actually have a bit of a curve to the left."
*knock knock knock*
Oh thank Celestia!, Rarity thought as she practically sprinted to the door. "Excuse me mother! I should get that!" She reached the door in seconds and nearly tore it off the hinges with how fast she opened it. Standing there were Spike and Sketchy, though the latter she didn't register due to her desperation for the former's presence.
"Oh Spike! You're here!" Rairty exclaimed loud enough for her mother to hear. She then wrapped the wide eyed dragon into a tight hug, pressing him into her bosom. "Oh I'm so glad you're here, Spikey Wikey. I'm fairly certain I was about to break. Thank you so much for coming." Rarity proceeded to pepper Spike's face with quick kisses, causing his face to go all goofy.
Sketchy watched from the side with raised eyebrows. Dude, how have you not locked her down officially by now?
"Mother, look. Spike is here" Rarity said as she pulled Spike into the shop's work area. "The dear came to help me with my work. For some time."
"Oh. I guess I'll have to save what we were talking about for another time. Probably not the most appropriate thing around company, huh?"
"Yes. Around company. That's the only time it's inappropriate. Oh, I'm sorry, greetings are in order. Mother, you've met Spike before. And Spike, you've met my mother before." Rarity released the still dazed Spike so they could make proper introductions.
"You better believe I have."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hello again, Mrs. Crumbles" Spike said as he shook hands with Cookie. "Sorry about that. I came inside a little too fast."
"Phrasing" Sketchy said as he entered the area.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must've left the door open. I'm not really having business hours right now" Rairty said, believing the changeling to be a customer.
"Oh no, he's with me" Spike explained. "Like I said I ca- was pulled in too fast. This is Sketchy, you remember him."
"Oh yes. The nice changeling we met. We've met a few times, haven't we?"
"Yes we have. But," Sketchy said as he turned to regard Cookie "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting this mare."
"Oh, let me introduce you two."
"Dear, I told you to stop being so formal all the time. I can introduce myself. Hello, I'm-"
"Cookie Crumbles" Sketchy said he took her outstretched hand in his own.
"You know my name?"
"Of course. You're Rarity's mother" Sketchy said with a smile and half lidded eyes. "I've heard about you in passing. And if I hadn't, I'm pretty sure I could've guessed. It's not hard to see where Rarity gets her good looks from."
Cookie's and Rarity's eyes widened at this, while Spike simply smirked and crossed his arms. "Well, you're certainly a charmer, aren't you mister...? I'm sorry I didn't-wait. Did I hear Spike say your name was Sketchy?"
"You did. Why? Have you heard of me?" Sketchy asked with a smile, knowing the likely scenario. He was correct.
"I think I have actually, from a few of my friends in Canterlot" Cookie said with an enlightened tone. "Sketchy Bughorse, aka Sketchy the Changeling?"
"The one and only" Sketchy replied with a light bow after releasing her hand.
He really isn't that bad to look at. And that beanie does look cute on him. "Oh I've definitely heard about you" Cookie said in a tone of certain interest. "You've got quite the reputation."
"Really?" Rarity asked curiously, not having picked up on her mother's tone. "I frequent Canterlot quite a bit. I don't recall hearing about you or any reputation."
"Oh, I don't think it's really something you would hear about, honey" Cookie said, ending with a light chuckle. All those friends are fellow moms, after all.
"And not something you really need to hear about" Spike quickly cut in. He remembered his and Sketchy's talk when the latter first arrived, and he was sure Rarity would seek something if she were so inclined. Hearing of Sketchy's reputation, mom focussed though it was, could still give her motivation.
Sketchy and Cookie both laughed at Spike's interjection, seeing through it quite clearly, while Rarity was only further confused. She felt like a joke at her expense had gone over her head. "Am I missing something?"
"Like Spike said, deary, nothing you need to hear about" Cookie assured her daughter. "Now go on and keep up your work. You've been distracted enough. And with Spike here, you can get twice as much done."
"Hm...you are right about that. Well, if it's not my concern, c'est la vie. I'm off to continue my passion." Rarity walked back to the dress she'd been working on.
Spike was about to join her when Cookie placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Way to go, champ. I believe in you. You'll win her over in no time. And then maybe I can finally get some grandfoals to spoil."
Spike's entire face turned red as his eyes widened. Cookie had given her hushed support of his efforts before, but never like that. "Ahem, uh...thanks...Mrs. Crumbles."
"Well, I should get out of your mane and scales so you two can work. I'll see you next time, Rarity."
"Leaving already?" Sketchy asked as Cookie stood and grabbed her purse.
"Well I don't want to be an intrusion, as my daughter would probably say."
"Mother, I would never say that" Rarity said in an amused tone before muttering under her breath "Out loud."
"Even so, I don't want to distract you. Especially since all I have to talk about isn't exactly suitable around company. It's a little...not safe for work, you could say" Cookie explained to Spike and Sketchy.
"If you need someone to talk to, I could be your conversation partner" Sketchy offered. "I don't exactly have much to do around here with Spike being occupied helping Rarity."
"Are you sure?" Cookie asked, deciding to test him. "It's rather...spicy. Risqué, you could say."
"I happen to love talking about such things" Sketchy replied with a slight hint of lasciviousness, briefly raising his eyebrows.
So I've heard, Cookie thought to herself. "Well if you're offering, I'd love to. Rarity, you don't mind if we use your kitchen for our chat, do you?"
Rarity blinked, bewildered. She was completely surprised by Sketchy's interaction with her mother. "Uh...no, no, please go ahead."
"Thank you, dear. Come on then Mr. The Changeling. I've got some juicy stuff to share."
"Please, call me Sketchy." Sketchy and Cookie walked into the kitchen while the still bewildered Rarity and smirking Spike watched. The latter shot his changeling friend a raised eyebrow and a thumbs up, unseen to Rarity.
"Well then" Rarity said once they were out of sight. "That was rather...unexpected."
"Not if you know Sketchy."
"Speaking of, do you think you could shed some light on this reputation of his, Spikey Wikey?"
"I'd rather not. I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing that kind of information, especially with him here."
"You do have a point. Perhaps I'll hear about it next time I'm in Canterlot. And it's very admirable for you to respect your friend like that, Spike. That's partly why your my favorite helper" Rarity said enthusiastically as she briefly rubbed his head.
"That and my rugged good looks, right?" Spike asked cheekily.
"Mm, possibly" Rairty replied teasingly. "Now let's get to work. A thread and needle, if you please."
An hour passed and Rarity found herself in a much better mood than when her mother usually visited. She had made great progress with her current dress, and she was mentally assured her mother was still having a good time. The laughs she heard from her and Sketchy seemed proof enough.
"That definitely sounds like an interesting time" Sketchy chuckled. Cookie had been regaling him with the same hot tub story she had been telling Rarity earlier. "Maybe we should exchange contact info. I wouldn't mind being introduced to those two and consequentially being invited to that kind of get together."
"I'd love to introduce you to them. But how do I know you won't call me anytime to talk me up?"
"You could call me anytime whenever you feel the need to talk. I certainly wouldn't mind hearing such a lovely voice like yours on a regular basis."
"Mm hm" Cookie hummed in a mix of smugness and interest. It was her way of saying she saw through the easy compliment but also didn't mind it. Her friend's words hadn't been disproven so far. She had been catching brief, flirtatious compliments from him the entire time, and was not complaining one bit. Hondo had flirted with her a lot more when they were dating, and he wasn't the most daring in general, so it had been a lot more innocent. Sketchy's flirting reminded her of how she would flirt with Hondo, and anyone else who caught her interest. She had also caught his eyes wandering over her body, which she also wasn't complaining about. She wouldn't wear a form fitting, sleeveless red shirt and tight white pants if onlookers bothered her.
Sketchy was silently pleased to see he was making good progress with Cookie. It helped that their conversing felt very natural and was also enjoyable. He saw familiar signs of maintained interest from Cookie. Consistent eye contact, natural looking smiles, mirthful laughter, and one very familiar sign that often accompanied the aura of arousal he was feeling. She had placed one leg over the other and was making it rise and fall. Granted this motion didn't always signify arousal, but in Sketchy's experience, it often did.
"You know, Sketchy, I've never met a changeling, or even stallion, like you. I mean I've definitely met some who are funny, and kind, and smart, and good looking" she said with a slight drop in volume. "But I've never met any that I can talk to like this without them getting all nervous and bashful. What's your secret?"
"Well it's not really a secret" Sketchy said with a shrug. "Both my parents raised me without an attitude of coddling me from more mature subject matter, even after they divorced. Especially my mom. I actually learned quite a few things earlier than most. That and she often had friends over who didn't exactly censor themselves all that much when it came to 'girl talk.' They actually liked having me around, so I learned how to talk mares casually by listening to them. Even got in on conversations from time to time."
"Oh that sounds so adorable" Cookie gushed. "I bet you were the cutest little thing sitting with them at the table."
"From the way they talked to me all those years ago, I'd say they thought the same way. Of course, now I'm more of a cute big thing, wouldn't you agree?" Sketchy asked with a smirk.
"Hm...You know, I think I would" Cookie purred with lidded eyes as she slightly leaned forward on the kitchen table. Sketchy raised an eyebrow in response. For a few moments, the two just sat there looking at each other. Sketchy fought the urge to lean forward and sneak a kiss, reminding himself that from what he knew, Cookie was still happily married. And that such acts have gotten him in trouble before, usually with the mare's husband or boyfriend. Thankfully his shapeshifting could hide bruised eyes.
Cookie actually caught the slightest bit of pursing on Sketchy's lips and smirked internally. I think I may have found my free pass. And not a bad one, from what I've heard. "Ahem" Cookie cleared her throat as she pulled back, realizing how warm she was feeling. "I think it's gotten a little stuffy in here. I could use some fresh air. Would you like to join me on a little walk outside, Sketchy? We could keep our talk going."
"Sounds like a plan." Sketchy and Cookie got out of their chairs and exited the kitchen. They walked in on Rarity in the midst of a small giggle fit.
"Oh Spike, you always say the sweetest things."
"It comes naturally when I'm with you."
"Oh, stop it."
"I agree, stop it" Sketchy said in mock annoyance. "I could feel the sappiness through the wall."
"Oh, hello Sketchy, mother" Rarity said while Spike shot his friend a glare. "How was your talk?"
"Well, it's been going good, so far. But we're still in the middle of it. Actually, me and Sketchy are going out for a walk to get some fresh air. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh not at all, mother. Please, enjoy yourselves."
"I think I might head home after. It does look like you're still pretty busy."
"Oh, I very much am. Though with Spike helping me, time seems to fly by."
"Then I'll see you next time, deary" Cookie called as she opened the door to the boutique with Sketchy in tow.
"Goodbye, mother!" Rarity called back as she resumed working on a dress "I look forward to your next visit."
"I'll catch you later, Spike."
"See ya, Sketch. And knowing you, it'll probably be much later. Eh?" Sketchy mouthed a 'shut up' through his teeth, making Spike chuckle, before he closed the door. In that moment, Sketchy remembered his earlier promise to Spike.
Sketchy reopened the boutique door, poked his head, and delivered a quick sentence loud enough for Rarity to hear. "He still sleeps with a home made plushy of you." Sketchy ducked back out and shut the door, the upper bell's brief ringing seemingly echoing the now dead silent building.
Rarity had frozen in the midst of holding up a needle and thread, while Spike's now dinner plate sized eyes screamed of mortification. Rarity didn't dare turn to face her favorite helper to spare him her own widened eyes, though not knowing her expression actually didn't help much either.
"Ahem...would it perhaps make it better to tell you I'm actually not that surprised and a little flattered and am more stunned to have heard that out loud?"
".....A little bit, yeah."
"Would you like me to dismiss you for the rest of the day and grant you your pick of any five gems in exchange for both of us never discussing this again?"
"Yes I would."
"You are dismissed. Please take your pick. Thank you for your help and your promised discretion."
"Thank you for yours" Spike said as he hurriedly grabbed five gems at random and exited the boutique. He quick walked in a random direction as he stress ate the gems. After finishing them, he slumped forward with an annoyed, deadpan expression. Note to self, buy a giant fly swatter, and add barbs to it.
Spike's stomach rumbled soon after, his appetite having been awoken by the gems. Great, Sketchy steps on my game and unintentionally gets me hungry. Wish I could blame him for the blue balls, but that is on me, as usual. Spike then caught a whiff of something tasty in the air and saw that the random direction he took had lead him to Sugarcube Corner. And then he remembered what he had learned about one of the owners not too long ago. Hm. Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone.
"You don't mind if we stop by my house, do you?" Cookie asked Sketchy as they walked. "I would actually like to drop off my purse instead of carrying it around right now."
"No problem" Sketchy replied, indulging in the mare's excuse. He had suspected something when she told Rarity she'd likely go home after their walk. The building arousal aura and a pulse from it when she just spoke confirmed his suspicions. He was hoping Hondo didn't have strong knuckles.
As they got closer and closer to their destination, Cookie decided to play her hand. "I know I've only known you for about an hour, Sketchy, but you made such a good impression and you've been a perfect new friend. Would you mind if I shared something else a little risqué, but more personal?"
"I don't mind."
"Well...me and my husband, Hondo, have been married for a while now. And in long marriages, you kind of lose a bit of the spice, and we wanted some of it back. So we talked about it and decided to do something about it. We ended up finding out about this lovely little island resort that has this special weekend program for married couples, usually ones in our situation. And in this program, married couples can...swap partners. Or even just hook up with someone on the beach not in the program."
She took Sketchy not responding as her cue to continue. "We've actually done a little roleplay with that kind of thing, and we decided that would be the best way to try and bring back some spice. So we went to the island, signed up for the program, and we fell in love with the place. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, the island and hotel were beautiful, and there were plenty of eager participants.
"We agreed to split up and go out on our own. Hondo ended up finding himself a pretty little mare who had a liking for daddies. Unfortunately for me, even though I had no problem talking to people, I couldn't find anyone for myself. Most of the stallions ended up taken, and those who weren't were gay or joined a group for just a little too much fun for my tastes. And sadly, my bicuriosity ended after college. I definitely gave some mares some heart ache, the poor dears.
"So me and Hondo met back up after both days. He was so apologetic when I told him I didn't get anyone. I told him it was fine and that we could try again, but we'd have to save up for a while to afford the trip again. So to make up for it, my sweet husband told me that once we got back home, I could try and find someone to have some fun with. Told me it was a free pass, no strings attached."
Sketchy was very familiar with the 'free pass.' More than a few not single mares had used it whevever they were interested in him. It and whatever story they gave turned out false on more than a few occasions. Cookie's story wasn't the most far fetched he'd ever heard or decided to roll the dice on. And he was feeling lucky today.
"It's been a few months now, and I've actually been itching quite a bit to cash in my free pass. And I haven't been able to find anyone. But I think I finally might've. Today, actually" Cookie turned to look at Sketchy with lidded eyes. He was looking back with a very interested expression.
"Is that so?" She nodded slowly. "And who might that be?"
"A changeling my fellow moms have told me about. A really handsome one, with an orange hoodie and a cute beanie. Who I just brought to my house, which my husband isn't inside of right now" she said as she turned to face Sketchy in front of her door. She pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and opened it. "Would you like to come in?"
"I'd be delighted" Sketchy said in a low voice before walking through the doorway. Cookie eyed him hungrily before she followed him in, closed the door and locked it. She placed her purse on the nightstand next to the couch before walking to the island in her kitchen. "You have a very nice home."
"Thank you" Cookie replied as she reached into the cabinet above the island and brought out a wine glass and bottle. She poured herself some and took a sip. "So Sketchy. I think I've made myself clear in what I want, and why I invited you in. Would you like to help me cash in my free pass?"
"Is there any danger of your husband coming home and catching us?"
"He's at work right now" Cookie replied as she used her magic to pull out a notepad and pen from a drawer. "And even if there was, this note I'm writing to him should keep him away" she explained as she held up the note for him to read before teleporting it away. It read 'I'm cashing in my free pass, hon. You probably shouldn't come home anytime soon if you were planning too. I'll let you know when it's safe. Thanks for this! Love you! XXOO'
"In that case, I would love nothing more than to help" Sketchy said as he approached the opposite side of the island.
"Great. Just one thing. Would you mind helping me live out a little fantasy with some roleplay?"
"Depends on what it is."
"It's actually something me and Hondo have role played a few times before. And while I don't hold his better luck on the island against him, I am still a little miffed, and it fits perfectly for me. I'd like to pretend I'm cheating on him, and you're my young lover who's sneaking into the house to surprise me."
"I think I could do that."
"Good. I don't want anything specific unless I say so. Just go with the flow of the game. Can you do that for me?"
"I sure can." Cookie instructed Sketchy how she wanted the roleplay to start and had him get behind her.
Cookie took a sip of wine from her glass, running her lips over her teeth beneath her lips. She hummed as she enjoyed the taste. She heard hooftseps behind her and was suddenly greeted with a pair of hands stroking her behind. "Oh. You're home early, honey. Ooh, feeling a little frisky, are ya?" she said as she pushed her rump into his hands, enjoying how he was touching her. "Mm, I can't remember the last time you touched me like that. Or how strong your hands felt."
"Really? I'm pretty sure it wasn't that long ago" a familiar voice that wasn't her husband's replied.
"Sketchy?!" Cookie exclaimed in shock as she looked over her shoulder to see her forbidden lover seductively smiling at her while still massaging her behind. "What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be here. We always meet at your place, and on the weekends."
"You're too sweet a treat for me to resist for too long, babe. I missed you. Can you really blame me?" Sketchy leaned forward to give Cookie a kiss on the cheek.
"Mm. I guess I can't" Cookie acquiesced. "I can't exactly resist you either. But still, you shouldn't have come here. My husband could come home for lunch."
"How often does he?"
"Well...not a lot actually, but he still could."
"Could, could, could. You should be thinking about what we could be doing right now. Which is having some fun."
"In my house?! You're crazy!"
"Only when it comes to you, Cookie" Sketchy uttered into her ear before he started gently kissing her neck.
"Mm" Cookie moaned as she placed her hand on her chest. "Well, I can't say I haven't thought about doing something here."
"I know you have" Sketchy said before nibbling her ear lobe.
"Sss. I...I guess it could be...really fun."
"Really really fun" Sketchy said before embracing her from behind and moving his hands to fondling her covered breasts. He charged his horn and levitated her glass of wine to himself, taking a sip. "So what do you say?"
Cookie took the glass in her own magic and proceeded to quickly down the contents before placing it on the island. "I say kiss me, you naughty little bug." Cookie turned herself around and wrapped an arm around Sketchy's neck, using the other one to pull him close to her, and planted her lips right on his. "Mm. Mm hm."
Cookie quickly probed Sketchy's lips with her tounge, and was immediately granted entrance. She inhaled sharply when his long, forked tongue met hers and proceeded to show her how good of a kisser he was. She moaned enthusiastically as she pushed back with her own tongue, happily fighting an unwinnable fight.
Sketchy had placed his hands on Cookie's sides when she embraced him, right above her waist. He slowly stroked her sides downward, making her hum and wrap a leg around him. Her torso slightly curved inward before her hips curved back out. She was was almost as thick as Mrs Cake, and with that came a figure more closely resembling an hourglass, though not as much as some thinner mares. Not that Sketchy minded; he was very appreciative of a mare having more to her body. It meant having more to enjoy, for both parties.
Sketchy made this apparant as he traced his hands back to Cookie's rump, and gave both her cheeks a firm squeeze. Cookie moaned enthusiastically before tilting her head to deepen their kiss and holding him more tightly. The sound of smacking lips and brief licking permeated the kitchen.
Sketchy noticed another difference between Cookie and Mrs. Cake regarding their thickness. Cup had been more plush and squishy, softer, more akin to a pillow that one could just sink in to. Cookie was more firm though still carrying softness underneath, somewhat like a pear. A pear he wouldn't mind taking a bite of. He often encountered this with mares who exercised. Given that Hondo was at work, he presumed Cookie was a stay at home wife with free time. He would hazard to say she went to the gym. If she did, it was definitely paying off. What he did next was out of instinct and habit whenever he got with a mare such as that.
*Smack!*
"Ooh!" Sketchy was about to apoligize until he heard Cookie chuckling mischeviously. "Oh ho ho. Does my love bug think I need a little punishment? For agreeing to have some fun in my house?" Cookie emphasized her dialogue by briefly grinding against Sketchy's restrained erection.
"...Yes he does" Sketchy replied with a smile before delivering another smack.
"Ooh!"
"You are a naughty MILF, aren't you?" Sketchy said before smacking her rump again and grinding into her this time.
"Mm. Yes, I am."
"Agreeing to spend time with your lover where your husband could catch you at any time." *Smack!* "You're my kind of mare" Sketchy uttered before pressing against Cookie and burying his muzzle into the nape of her neck. He started kissing, licking, and nibbling her neck, making her moan and giggle, while still massaging her firm ass.
"Ooh. Mm, I'm glad you think so, hm hm" Cookie chuckled as she reciprocated by grinding on his erection some more. "That feels pretty good. But you know, I wasn't always like this." Cookie caught Sketchy by surprise by shoving him away, grabbing him, and shoving him against the counter of the kitchen island. She quickly closed the distance between them, placing her hands on his chest and slowly stroking it. Sketchy looked on with wide, startled eyes, his hands on the counter.
"I used to be a much less...adventurous mare. Not too long ago I would've fainted at the idea of having a young, sexy, forbidden lover. Let alone having him in my house. But now..." Cookie trailed off as her right hand traced further down, until it reached his pants. "I'm definitely," she said as she undid his belt "much more," and then his pants button and zipper "risky."
Cookie placed a quick, chaste kiss on Sketchy's lips with a giggle before she started tracing a finger up and down Sketchy's now pulsing, covered cock. "You know you made me like this" Cookie said with a hint of mirth "Once you got your hands on me." She reached her other hand down and used both to basically push Sketchy's pants and boxers to the ground, allowing his erection to spring free. "And now...I've got my hand on you" she purred as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and started to slowly pump it while placing her free hand on his chest.
"Oooh" Sketchy breathed as Cookie jerked him off "Cookie."
"Hm, you like that, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, sometimes I forget how big you get" Cookie said, genuine fascination bleeding through her faux words. "Or are you using your shapeshifting to do that?" she teased.
"All natural, babe" Sketchy assured her before straightening himself to slip his hands under her shirt. He started fondling her breasts through her bra. "Just like these."
"You always know what to say" Cookie said before initiating a new kiss. Both of them started moaning as their lips smacked against each other anew. Sketchy discovered, to his delight, that Cookie's bra was connected in the front, allowing him to open it up and make skin to skin contact. He was about to start playing with her nipples when he felt a smack on one his hands. "Uh uh uh" Cookie teased playfully as she rehooked her bra with her magic. "Not yet. But you can give my back girls some more attention."
Sketchy acquiesced to Cookie's instructions as she resumed their kiss. He was dying to handle and see her tits more personally, though he wasn't complaining about his current area of work. It was soon made better as he heard the sound of unicorn magic, and felt Cookie's pants slip off under his hands. Cookie used her magic to throw both their pants off to the side, leaving only her underwear on.
Sketchy definitely didn't mind this, feeling Cookie's smooth tush as he stroked and squeezed it. He was also allowed to get a better whiff of her arousal, which spurred him on further. He dug his fingers into Cookie's firm behind and gave her a few more smacks. She hummed in approval, unknowingly catching a whiff of his own enhanced pheromones. She started pumping him faster.
Then, as if sensing he was getting close, she stopped and separated from him. "Cookie? Why'd you stop?" Sketchy asked urgently as he saw her walking around the kitchen island. "I was almost-"
"Well, I don't want you going off that quickly" Cookie replied, cutting him off. She prevented him from speaking again by pulling off her shirt and using her magic to pull down her panties. "Especially when I haven't had the right amount of attention in return." She used her hands to unhook her bra as she approached the couch and magically closed the living room curtains. "I wanna go off with you." She looked at him seductively over her shoulder before curling a finger at him. "So come here and show me why you're my little love bug."
Sketchy wordlessly obeyed as he calmly walked over to join her while removing his hoodie and shirt. "Leave your hoodie and cute beanie on." Sketchy put the items back on as he approached her. Once he got close to her, he followed as she laid down on the couch, hovering over her on his hands and knees. He finally got to see her tits, C cups bordering on D, with a tear drop like appearance. Coincidentally, he was looking to quench his thirst for them.
Cookie gasped and moaned as Sketchy captured one of her nipples in his lips and started sucking it. It was a nice, pleasurable little tingle she hadn't felt from someone else in a while. Especially with some tongue flicking. "Mm, Sketchy" she moaned as she caressed his head. "I love whenever you do that to me. Don't forget my other girl."
"Wouldn't dream of it" Sketchy said before giving her breast a kiss and moving to the other. Rather than suckle it right off the bat, he lolled out his long tongue and started playing with her nipple. He lapped at it, licked around it, and wriggled the tips of his tongue against it.
"Ah-haha!" Cookie laughed. "Sketchy, that tickles. In a really good way. Keep doing it" she instructed as she laid her arms on either side of her head. Sketchy continued as she wished, repeating the actions before wrapping her nipple in a kiss and realising it with a pop. "Ah! I love that!" Sketchy did this again with her other breast, making her exclaim again. "Mm! It tingles so good! Keep going!"
Sketchy repeated the action a handful more times, making Cookie exclaim more and more, leaving her breathing heavily. He changed things up by lathering the rest of her tits with his tongue before planting kisses over them. He soon moved to the space between them, nuzzling his head between her beautiful mounds as he kissed and licked the area.
"Mm, that feels so sweet" Cookie moaned as she started gently caressing her breasts. "I think it's actually making me blush" she said giddily. "Come up here and kiss me, lover." Sketchy placed one last kiss on her chest before obeying and moving upward to meet her lips with his. "Mm. Mm" she moaned as they gently slathered their tongues together and she traced her hands over his well toned abs.
Cookie hummed curiously as she felt the tip of Sketchy's cock brush against her moist lips. Sketchy had actually been waiting to enter her, but with it being her fantasy, he wanted her to make the first move in that regard. His member throbbed almost painfully after she had jerked him to near completion. She giggled through their kiss as his brushing gave her pleasurable tingles.
"Looks like someone else wants to visit somewhere they shouldn't, again."
"Mm. Can you blame him?" Sketchy groaned.
"I guess I can't. Well, if he wants to come in so badly, I guess I don't wanna tease him too badly." Cookie stared into Sketchy's eyes with her own half lidded, desire laced ones before speaking again. "Go ahead Sketchy. Give your naughty momma that good lovin."
"Gladly." Sketchy lined himself up and started pushing into Cookie's warm, moist pussy. Both of them huffed as Sketchy slowly continued inward, both their pleasure steadily increasing. "Ngh" Sketchy finally hilted with a slight jerk, grunting as he did so. Cookie was tighter than he was expecting. Not the tightest he'd felt, but still. It was impressive considering she'd had two children. It must've been the exercise he suspected of her.
"Oof!" Cookie puffed, holding Sketchy's waist as he hilted inside her, leaving little to no space within. "Oh...my goodness. I can't remember the last time I had someone as, ugh, big as you. Hah. You're actually filling me out!"
"I...I didn't think you'd be so tight" Sketchy said, restraining himself from cumming right there. "Do you work out?"
"Gym every two days. But it definitely didn't prepare me for you. Oh. Sketchy...please be gentle with me...at first."
"I think that's my only option." Sketchy slowly began to withdraw from Cookie's honey pot, which almost seemed to beg him not to leave. The way her inner walls squeezed around him, conforming to his shape like sturdy, comfortable memory foam. Damn! It's like she's got my dick in a vise grip. And I don't want to get out of it. Sketchy shuddered as he continued to pull out, more and more of his cock being exposed to the air.
"Mm" Cookie moaned as she felt Sketchy removing himself. She instinctively held his hips for a second, not wanting him to go. She had been filled out before in different ways, but Sketchy's cock seemed to contour to her pussy in just the right way. She almost forgot he wasn't actually her secret lover.
"Okay. Okay. Stop" Cookie instructed as only Sketchy's tip remained inside. "I...I don't want you out completely. I want you back in. Please, love bug?"
Sketchy gave Cookie a caring smile before leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. "Anything for you, my sweet Cookie." With that, Sketchy slowly pushed back into his newest conquest, though quicker than when he was pulling out. He hilted inside her again with a slight push.
"Mmmm" Cookie purred as Sketchy gradually pushed in an and out of her, his cock sliding along her inner walls in the most pleasurable way she had felt in a while. It was as if Sketchy's cock radiated pleasure energy, or was made of it. Each new push was a welcome aid along the road to her orgasm. She looked at him with a cute smile and starry, lidded eyes as she placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it with her thumb.
Cookie brought up her legs, bending them at the knee, as if to straddle Sketchy, but let him continue his movement uninterrupted. She lightly thumbed his ear before pursing her lips, accentuating this with a hum. Sketchy took the hint and leaned down to join their lips. Cookie hummed in satisfaction as they engaged in a gentle make out, their lips making light smacking sounds and their tongues sensually sliding over one another.
Cookie's hands once again travelled to Sketchy's torso. Not the most impressive she had felt, but nothing to be ashamed of either. She hummed in interest as she ran her hands over his stomach, imagining if they really were secret lovers, him teasing her by showing off his torso. The thoughts alone started getting her more riled up; she started shifting her hips in enjoyment.
Sketchy took note of Cookie's appreciation of his body and decided to get another look at hers to repay the compliment. He didn't expect his attention to be drawn to her hair. What could be called bangs had become splayed out, almost covering her eyes like a vail. The portion that hung off the back was a messy patch she laid her head on. And the main body had a few strands loosened. She looked like a mare having a fun, sexy time.
"You know, I never thought the beehive look could look so sexy, but you pull it off with no effort." Cookie's eyes widened as her excitement shot up a few levels, and her gym time paid off as she pushed off the couch. "Whoa!" Cookie ended up forcing Sketchy onto his back with her on top, and him still inside her.
Cookie panted over Sketchy, her eyes still wide, before attacking his lips with eager moans and growls. "Mm! Mm! Rrrm!" She quickly invaded his mouth with her tongue with reckless abandon, giving him a good lashing. "No one's ever called my hairdo sexy before! I didn't even know I wanted them to! Rrrm!" Cookie then started to hump Sketchy, lifting and dropping her big, firm rump on him.
Sketchy's eyes lidded and closed as he instinctually absorbed Cookie's sudden burst of lust, fueling his own. "Mm. MM" Sketchy grunted as he returned Cookie's wild kiss. He simultaneously grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands, giving them a nice hard squeeze as he helped her go up and down on his cock. His balls swung upward, hitting the bottom of her cheeks, permeating the living room with the accompanying slaps of their fucking.
Sketchy smacked one of Cookie's cheeks, harder than before, making her release a high pitched moan of approval. "Mm! Oh yeah, Sketchy! Smack your naughty momma's tushy. Ah! Yes! She's a bad mommy. Making love with her lover where her damn lucky husband could catch her." *Smack!* "Ooh yes! Where he could catch her getting one of the best lays of her life. See your big cock plunging in and out of her. Making her scream. And shiver. Oh sweet Celestia!" Cookie exclaimed as she pushed off of Sketchy.
She returned to where she had previously been, but instead of laying down again, turned around on her hands and knees. She thrust her slightly reddened rump in the air, flagging her tail and displaying her nearly dripping marehood. "Please! Do me from behind! Plunge into my like I'm your brood mare!"
Sketchy stared at the waiting prize before him, entranced by it's moisture and how it winked, for about two seconds. He knew she couldn't hold out for more of his dick for long, but he wasn't going to leave without at least a taste.
Cookie released a long, surprised gasp, eerily reminiscent of her eldest daughter's, as she felt Sketchy push his muzzle into her pussy. He gave it a torturously slow upward lick, from the inside. She had to grab on to the arm rest with one hand for support. She shuddered as she felt him remove his muzzle from her, her legs trembling. Then she felt his breath on her ear.
"Yup. Perfect temperature and taste for your request."
"AH!" Cookie screamed as Sketchy plunged his cock into her completely with no warning. "Oh ho ho hooo....fuck! Sketchy...please...please...don't be gentle anymore! Ungh!" Cookie grunted as Sketchy did as requested, pulling out and quickly plunging back in with an audible slap.
Sketchy smiled lasciviously as he held on to Cookie's hips and roughly hammered himself into her at the same rate she had been humping him. He was essentially pulling her to him while also thrusting into her. He tilted his head and got a glimpse of her breasts swinging back and forth. He wished he could reach them for a suckle. "Mm, Mrs. Crumbles. Your pussy feels so good on my cock. I still can't believe you're this tight. Ohh."
"I still can't believe how big you are. Mrs. Crumbles?"
"Sounds more like a MILF name."
"Call me whatever you want. Just please don't stop! Mm! Ah! Oh Sketchy, yes! Fuck me! Fuck your new MILF!"
"I only wish...ooh...that I could've gone down on you properly. You taste so sweet. I would've eaten you out like a fine dessert. Exploring every inch of you with my tongue, lapping at every bit of your arousal I could find. And hopefully getting you to squirt. I would drink you up."
"Oh sweet chocolate chips!" Cookie exclaimed in a hushed voice. She pushed back into Sketchy with his next plunge, allowing her to lower her upper body and keep her ass up. "Just go for it all! Shove yourself into me as deep as you can!"
"Don't mind if I do" Sketchy replied with a grin as he gripped Cookie's hips, braced himself on his knees, and gave her everything he had. "Ungh! Ngh! Ngh!" Sketchy grunted as he attempted to imitate a jackhammer. His cock never got halfway when he pulled back, and it all but disappeared with each thrust. Hard, rapid slaps now permeated the room, along with Sketchy and Cookie's exclamations.
"Ah ha! Oh Sun Goddes, YES!!! YES!!! AH! Don't stop, Sketchy! Don't! AH!"
"Ngh! I never knew, agh!, a mare like you could be this wild, Mrs. Crumbles!"
"I haven't been for a while. Ah! But you woke up the the wild young mare in me, Sketchy! And I missed her! If only I could get her looks back."
"Why? I'm pretty sure you couldn't have possibly been more beautiful and sexy."
"Oh my god! If you don't stop, I might have to ask Hondo if I can get a years worth of free passes! Mm! By the way, my friends mentioned something about you, Mmf!, and I wanted to know if it was true. Can you really control your sperm to work or not?"
"Yes I can."
"Good. Because I'm getting close, I don't want another foal, and I want you to finish inside me!"
"I'm close too Mrs. Crumbles!"
"Then don't let up! Keep going! Pretend like your gonna get your secret MILF lover pregnant!"
"Oh! Mrs. Crumbles...I'm...I'm almost gonna...!"
"Ah! Go ahead! Go ahead and do it! I don't care if my husband finds out about us! I want your baby!" Cookie's tail wrapped around Sketchy as they both approached their climax.
After making sure he would release non fertile seed, Sketchy ceased what little restraint he was putting on himself. "Mrs. Crumbles! I'm...I'm about to...NGH! AH!" Sketchy grunted as he came, shooting stream after stream of his cum into Cookie.
Cookie came right before Sketchy did, but her orgasm cry was cut off by the feeling of Sketchy's seed splashing into her. There was a tingling warmth to it the likes she hadn't felt before, and it was too much for her at the moment. She basically had an immediate second orgasm right there. "AAAAAHHHHH! AH! OH SWEET CELESTIA, YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME! FUCK! YES! OH HO!"
Cookie gripped the couch and thrust herself back into Sketchy with each new splash of cum inside her. Her tail tried pulling him closer, refusing to release him. There was no space left between them. Sketchy held on to Cookie's hips now for support as he came down from his sensual high. Her inner walls constricted around him, milking him for all he could give, almost pushing him to a second, mini orgasm.
"Hah. Hah ha. Holy shit" Sketchy gasped as he laid himself on Cookie's back.
Cookie herslef panted as she came down from her own high, sighing contently at the feeling of Sketchy's cock still inside her. "Tha-...Thank you...for helping me cash in my free pass, Sketchy dear."
"No...no problem, Mrs. Crumbles." Sketchy gave Cookie's back a few light kisses, making her giggle breathily.
"That tickles. Now...I just need your help with one more thing. Please turn me over, and snuggle with me. My legs are a little worn out. And don't pull out. I like how you feel, even after."
"Sure thing." Sketchy raised himself and helped put Cookie on her side, placing himself behind her. He utilized some minor shapeshifting to keep his dick from going flaccid inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her gentle kisses along her neck.
"Hm. A good lay and a gentleling. I was debating it before, but since you were so nice, I'm gonna give you the numbers of my friends who are moms too. I hope you haven't been with them before, they said they only heard about you."
Sketchy lifted himself up slightly, allowing Cookie to face him with a turn of her head. "You're too kind." They both closed their eyes as Sketchy initiated a gentle kiss, while Cookie caressed his head.
