Just a bug trying to get some MILFs

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.