Just a bug trying to get some MILFs

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.