Just a bug trying to get some MILFs

Ponyville was having an ordinary day, the usual hustle and bustle of a handful of its residents going around. Ponies buying from vendors, eating at a small restaurant, chatting, and kids playing about. None of them suspected that their town was to be first stop for an ambitious hunter.

Though, this hunter was not seeking to kill anything or anyone. Not even hurt anyone, unless they asked. This hunter was looking to give and receive from those he gave to. And who he was looking to give to, were MILFs. Give it to them with great fervor. And all he needed was the clothes on his back and his skills. Skills that he had learned to hone simply by learning and living as his species did.

Sketchy Bughorse, more commonly known as Sketchy the Changeling, looked out across Ponyville with a confident smile. He stood partway into the town, just outside the marts, a large gym bag carrying his necessities slung over his shoulder. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in what would draw any of his ilk here, love.

Ponyville wasn't overflowing with love, but it had an abundant supply. Along with that was the scent of desire, an average amount for a town this size. But there was a distinct smell to a MILF's desire, and it was definitely present. He was sure to achieve success here.

"Yo, Sketchy!"

But first, he had to settle into his temporary housing. He looked up to see the assistant of Ponyville's resident princess flying down towards him. He had met Spike and the Elements of Harmony by chance in Manehattan, and they established a friendly rapport. He and Spike actually hit it off quite well. Spending a lot of time with his cousin, Kevin, made it easy for him to get along well with a slightly younger crowd.

"What's up, Spike?" Sketchy said as they fist bumped after Spike landed.

"You just get here?"

"Yup, a few minutes ago."

"Well, your room is already set up."

"Great, thanks man. Let's go." Sketchy spread his wings and started to beat hem rapidly.

"Hold it" Spike said as he held up a hand. "Before we go, I need to clarify some things, and for you to clarify some things for me."

Sketchy cocked an eyebrow at Spike, stopping his wings after a few seconds. "Like what?"

"I've known you long enough to know the kind of changeling you are. I'm pretty sure I know what this cross country trip of yours is really about. A physical pursuit of the female, yes?"

"Considering you live with a mare who's crazy for books, it's not surprising you can read me like one" Sketchy chuckled. "You gonna rat me out to Twilight?"

"Hey, bros before...mares, man. Besides, I'm thinking of another mare when it comes to you. Do I have to worry?"

"About what?"

"You've known me long enough, Sketch. Don't give me that. Do I need to worry?"

Sketchy rolled his eyes before answering. "Rarity isn't my objective, Spike. And even if she was, I don't see myself settling down with her or anything, you know I prefer some mom action. I'm not gonna step on your game like that."

"But a one night stand or friends with benefits situation could happen?" Spike quickly followed up.

"Ugh" Sketchy groaned before he started doing some familiar motions. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cup cake in my eye. I will not try anything with Rarity."

"That's all I needed. We're good. Come on, let's get to the castle." Spike and Sketchy took off into the air towards Twilight's very large abode.

"Full disclosure, if she comes on to me, my hands are pretty much tied."

"Oh, that's a given."

***

After arriving at the castle and greeting Twilight, Sketchy situated himself in the room that was set up for him. Spike let him know that he was free to call on him if he needed anything.

"Oh, one more thing before I leave you alone..."

"I swear, if you're gonna grill me about Rarity again after I made a Pinkie Promise with those damn motions..."

"No no no, it's not about her" Spike assured him. "It's about Twilight."

"Twilight? What about her?"

"Same question as before."

"You're worried about me making a move on her?"

"....Not...necessarily."

Sketchy noticed Spike wasn't being confrontational like before. "She's not a mom either."

"Well, not in the conventional sense. She did raise me after all."

"That's...actually a pretty good loophole. I mean, I could actually see either a benefits thing or even a relationship with her, but barely for the latter. Wait, why are you making this seem better for me?!"

"I...kinda wouldn't mind if you maybe...tried something."

"......What?"

"She never followed up with this world's Flash Sentry, she broke it off with human Flash, and she barely goes over to talk with Sunset anymore. That last one really hurts. I want her to have something real even if it's just a one night thing. Maybe it could satiate her enough to not use her...personal massager so much, keeping me up at night. Crystal walls echoe something fierce."

"I...didn't really need to know that last part."

"Whatever. Would you maybe consider it?"

"Hm.....Maybe. But I can't guarantee anything."

"I got my fingers crossed. Oh, last thing. One of your destinations is the Crystal City, right?"

"Yeah."

Spike looked around, making sure Twilight wasn't around. He motioned for Sketchy to come closer and put his arm around his shoulders. He spoke in a hushed voice. "Let me give you fair warning. Cadance is biiiiiiiiig into Devil's Three-ways. And she'll make sure there's interaction, eye contact, etcetera."

Sketchy's eyes widened in surprise to hear this, and then narrowed in confusion. "Wait, how do you know that?" Spike cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wait! You and-?!"

"Yup."

"But she's married!"

"And the Princess of Love. Not just in the emotional sense. You know how you can take in someone's lust and have it feed your own lust?" Sketchy nodded. "Well imagine just being bombarded with lust, some of it already inside you, and all you can do is try and hold it back."

"Holy shit."

"You should hear Shining Armor's horror/bragging stories."

"Wait, how did you get to-?"

"It was their present for my eighteenth birthday."

"Seriously?"

"The card from Shining had a stamina potion and said 'good luck'."

"Huh. Well, thanks for the info. I'm just gonna process all that alone for a bit before I go out."

"Alright. Holler if you need anything. And please don't mention that eighteenth birthday thing around Twilight. She doesn't know."

"Yeah, sure." Sketchy closed the door to his temporary room, laid down in the bed, and delved into ten minutes of processing. Afterward, he put on some fresh clothes, his usual orange sweater and beanie, and looked out the window to the town. It was time to hunt.

But a gurgle from his stomach told him he should get something to eat first. He flew out and started looking for somewhere to get a bite. He wasn't too hungry; he could go for a snack. Perhaps something sweet. Like a slice of cake.