Goin' Places

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Profanity, Random, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 10230

A stallion stumbles across a rather curious mare...

On his way home from visiting friends, Frigid runs across a rather peculiar unicorn at the train station. Beyond being small and painfully forward, the quirky mare displays a shameless penchant for mischief. Realizing full well that she may be trouble, but more than a little curious and amused, he goes against his better judgement and strikes up a conversation - what ensues are a series of events which lead to a misdemeanor, scandalous shenanigans, and a budding friendship.

Kinks Include: Female on Male, Male on Female, Oral, Vaginal, Stealth Sex, Size Difference, Face Fucking (Chapter 2), Squirting, Very Loud Climaxes, Creampie, and Witty Banter

Frigid Fault belongs to Cold Blight (@BlightCold on twitter)

Artwork by Cold Blight

Author's Note
This marks the beginning of new adventures for Leech. No need to be concerned, the anthro stuff isn't going to stop. Consider this series an alternate timeline or universe for her and her companions!

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Published 2020-03-11 20:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-11 20:40:01 UTC

Riding in Coach

Trotting to the loading platform, after paying for his ticket, Frigid stretched his wings. It wasn’t a terrible day to fly, but he’d prefer not to spend over an hour sailing through the frosty skies. After paying a visit with friends for the weekend, it was time to make the trip back home; a relatively blasé affair - at least, that’s what he’d thought.

The exterior of the train station, just beside the tracks, was relatively vacant, though something caught his eye. Resting on a bench, enduring the cold temperature, sat a lone unicorn. Black of coat, with a shaggy white mane and tail, an alabaster spot covered her upper face and the top of her muzzle. Interesting coloration aside, her strangely cat-like eyes, a brilliant amethyst, lazily gazed into the distance - until they didn’t.

Noticing Frigid, she smiled and amiably waved a hoof in his direction. In her free limb, she held what appeared to be an oversized colorful worm or noodle of some sort. Curious and with little else to do until the train arrived, he trotted over to introduce himself - after all, saying hello couldn’t hurt. Making his way towards her, brushing his mane back with a wing, he grinned.

“Don’t care to wait inside?” he asked, beaming down at her. Despite being seated, he could tell she was rather small for a pony.

“Yeah, I kinda prefer it outside,” she responded, giving a shrug. Hefting the floppy thing in her hoof, she gave the colorful length a lick.

“Exactly what is that?” Frigid inquired, squinting down at the strange object.

“Giant gummy worm,” the mare replied, “guy in town sells ‘em at a candy shop. They’re hella expensive though.”

“Got a bit of a sweet tooth, eh?” he snickered, watching her nibble its tip. He couldn’t help but have a lewd passing thought, as he gazed upon the vaguely phallic piece of oversized candy. Shaking his head, dispelling the inappropriate mental image, he extended a foreleg. “Sorry, where are my manners, the name’s Frigid.”

“Leech,” she answered, shaking his hoof. Squinting up at him, a sly smirk crossed her face. “Kinda looks like a dick doesn’t it?” she conspiratorially whispered, wobbling the length of sugary goodness.

“I…” Frigid coughed, caught off guard by the salacious comment. Fidgeting slightly, feeling his cheeks redden, he sought to change the subject. “You said they’re expensive?”

Reclining on the bench, Leech gave a second shrug. “Yeah, but it’s not like I paid for it…”

“You swiped it?” he quietly exclaimed.

“Nah nah nah, I didn’t steal it,” the mare laughed, waving a hoof to dismiss his concern, “but I didn’t pay for it.”

Knitting his brow, Frigid tried to put the pieces together. “If you didn’t buy it, and you didn’t swipe it, how did you get it?”

Leech’s smile broadened, as she lifted the soft length towards her face. Swinging open her jaw, staring him dead in the eyes, she slipped the end of the worm into her maw. Taking a breath and relaxing her throat, she jammed inch after inch of the pliable candy into her esophagus; after nearly half of the two foot confection had crept into her snout, she pursed her lips around it’s sugary girth and pulled it free.

“Something like that,” she quipped, shooting him a wink.

Utterly at a loss for words, Frigid was left to wonder if she’d sucked off the shop owner or simply shown him what she could do with the gummy worm; either way, he was stunned and more than a little turned on. Unsure of what to say, after such a sinful display, he was saved by the distant sound of an air whistle.

Watching the stallion’s shocked reaction, Leech hopped down from her seat. Standing before him, she got a better appreciation of just how big Frigid was - yeah, she’d run across a few creatures who rivaled his size, though they were few and far between. He was easily in the extra large category, as far as ponies went, standing nearly a head and shoulders taller than she.

Covered in a powder blue coat and plumage, the pegasus stallion’s eyes were a gorgeous shade of teal. His mane and tail, a dirty blonde, wonderfully complimented his feathers and fur. He was pretty well built, for a winged pony, which only served to add to his chiseled good looks. She had to admit, he was quite the tall drink of water.

“So, you live around here?” she distractedly asked, pulling a wrapper from her satchel to secure her candy cargo.

Shaking his head, Frigid looked to the oncoming train. “Canterlot,” he said, peering down at her. “Just headed home from a visit.”

“Huh! What a coincidence,” Leech chuckled, reaching up and nudging his broad chest, “that’s where I’m heading.”

Refraining from saying anything, lest his words get drowned out by the blaring horn and raucous of the slowing locomotive, Frigid resigned himself to smile at the quirky mare. She was certainly odd, though having someone to chat with on the trip would be a pleasant way to wile away the time. As the train ground to a halt, she shuffled up to his side.

No sooner had the lumbering machine stopped than the doors of the passenger cars opened and ponies came streaming out. Fetching his ticket, which he’d tucked under one wing, Frigid stepped forward. Almost on cue, an inspector, wearing a conductor’s cap and spectacles, stepped out of the carriage and stood vigil by the entrance.

“Hey,” Leech hissed, scampering closer to the pegasus and elbowing him in the side, “just bear with me and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Before Frigid could ask what she meant, the train attendant expectantly held out his hoof. Without a thought, he presented his ticket for the inspector, although the impish mare didn’t budge a muscle. Glancing over at her, noting her forlorn expression, his brow creased.

“I...I’m sorry, Sir,” Leech muttered, meekly kicking at the concrete with her hoof. “I think I left my ticket at the hotel. B...but my coltfriend can vouch for me! We were in such a rush this morning that I may have left it,” she lamented, giving the railway employee the most excruciating puppy-dog eyes she could muster.

Shocked by the shameless lie, as well as just how smoothly she’d put on the pitiful facade, Frigid weighed his options. Considering he’d just met the mare and knew next to nothing about her, he wasn’t inclined to help her get a free ride - however, she was entertaining and undeniably cute, so he figured why not. Steeling himself, he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, sorry, she’s kind of a ditz sometimes,” he grunted, leaning over and ruffling her mane. “It’s not too much of a problem, is it?” he asked, warmly smiling at the inspector.

With a heavy sigh, the attendant rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Just don’t make a habit of it, Missey,” he groused, standing aside for the pair to enter.

Frigid couldn’t help himself. Extending a wing, pulling Leech closer, he trotted into the passenger car beside her. He wasn’t thrilled with ripping off the train, yet he’d always had a bit of a soft spot for ponies in need; the company would be fine, but the mysterious mare may’ve been stranded without his help. Proceeding inside, he selected a pew-like seat at the far back of the carriage.

“After you,” he intoned, gesturing to the bench.

“Nah, you first. Just trust me,” Leech shot back, motioning for him to take the inner spot.

Shrugging, Frigid did as requested. He’d presumed she would like one of the coveted window seats, but he didn’t have a preference. Stepping in and easing himself down, she followed in behind him. Sorcerously flicking a bit of her frizzy mane from her face, the unicorn bashfully smirked over at him.

“Thanks for that,” she began, wiggling on the cushion beside him. Truthfully, she hadn’t known if he’d go for her little gambit, so she was extraordinarily grateful.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, why didn’t you have a ticket?” Frigid inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Rolling her head over the padded back of the chair, Leech groaned. “Because I’m flat broke, but I’m trying to fix that. Heard about some uppity chick in Canterlot who’s lookin’ to hire a maid, so that’s where I’m headed,” she explained.

“And if I hadn’t given you a hoof with your little scheme?” he pressed, interested to hear if she’d actually had a backup plan.

Throwing a hoof over her shoulder, pointing towards the rear of the train, she looked over at him. “There’s a couple of freight cars in the back - if nothing else, I would’ve stowed away on one of those; wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it and it probably won’t be the last.”

Taken aback by the admission, Frigid’s expression faltered. “So, wait, where do you live?”

“Here and there,” Leech asserted, nonchalantly inspecting her hoof.

“You’re homeless?” he blurted, immediately covering his mouth. Whether it was true or not didn’t matter, since openly asking such a thing wasn’t exactly appropriate. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“Nah, you’re fine. I prefer the term free spirit,” she giggled, dismissing his concern. “I get by just fine, so don’t worry about it. Anyhow, what about you? You got a place for yourself? Family? All that good jazz?”

“House, yes. Family, not really. I got my folks and siblings, but I live alone,” Frigid sighed, relieved by the slight change of subject.

Even though the little unicorn didn’t seem upset by his question, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern for her. If she was catching a ride to Canterlot in the hope of procuring a job, she still wouldn’t have a place to stay or, if he had to guess, any resources to draw from. Since she’d lied her way onto the train and swindled a giant gummy worm from a shop owner - not to mention how she’d freely admitted to being broke - he was left to presume she didn’t have many, if any bits to spare.

“Oh ho!” Leech chuckled, leaning closer to him. “Got a little studly bachelor pad, eh? Well, if you ever want a bed warmer, I’m your mare,” she added, waggling her eyebrows at him.

Pinching the bridge of his snout, Frigid screwed his eyes closed. “I’m sorry but do you have a place to stay in Canterlot?”

“What? Dude, I’m just pulling your leg about crashing at your place,” she hastily countered, shrinking back slightly. “Really, I’ll be fine.”

“Leech, it’s the dead of winter and I’m not sure if the shelters in town are full or not,” he huffed, sternly peering over at her.

The thought of her wandering the streets, begging for alms or - Celestia help her - turning tricks to get a roof for the night sent a chill through him. Regardless of whether or not he knew much about her, she didn’t seem like a bad pony - maybe a little odd, sure, but not bad. Nopony deserved to be out in the cold, especially if they were actually trying to get their act together. Emboldened, he pressed onward.

“And even if they aren’t to capacity, you’re gonna need to be presentable if you’re trying to get a job somewhere,” he continued.

Askance, looking the pegasus from head to hoof, Leech sat mute. He wasn’t actually trying to help her - was he? Staring him down, she tried to determine if he was serious or not. After a few seconds, she cracked a smile. “You’re just dickin' with me.”

“When’s your interview?” Frigid inquired, leveling a hoof at her.

“Uh...I don’t have one? I was just gonna -” she cut herself off, as he facehoofed.

“Leech, you can’t just show up and hope to land a gig,” he groused, wearily shaking his head. Sweet stars above, it was so much worse than he’d thought. “Ok ok ok - If I let you crash at my place, only for a few days, would you promise me you’d do your best to get a job?”

Stricken by his kindness, the slightest blush met Leech’s cheeks. It wasn’t every day somepony extended an offer of that magnitude, though she’d be remiss for pointing out the folly of his blind benevolence. Shuffling closer to him, she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Yes Dad,” she hummed, rubbing her cheek against his upper foreleg. “But you should know that bleeding heart of yours could get you into trouble…”

As the mare’s warmth seeped through his fur, Frigid suppressed a shudder. “Just...Just don’t do anything weird, ok? Oh, and don’t call me Dad,” he warmly murmured.

“Would you prefer Daddy,” Leech cooed, reaching over to massage his chest.

Under the delicate frog of her hoof, she could feel just how well built he was. Caressing the pegasus, appreciating the toned muscle, her keratinous appendage drifted down his torso. Cracking one eye open, she peeked down to his groin. The dark, stone blue flesh of his bare crotch met her eyes.

Despite Frigid’s stallionhood being hidden within its sheath, she could tell it was like the rest of him - large and inviting. Beneath his concealed unit sat a pair of similarly colored testes, each of which appeared to be roughly the size of a small orange. Unabashedly gazing down at his equipment, her mouth began to water.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Frigid grumbled, keenly aware of what had caught the unicorn’s attention.

Though his equipment wasn’t the largest he’d seen or heard of, it was on the sizable side; he’d caught mares and even a few stallions stealing glances at his loins before, so he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t the first time somepony had openly gawked at his junk and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Sure, it wasn’t like it was freakishly huge or anything, but his previous partners hadn’t done much to help with his modesty.

“I know where your eyes are,” Leech whispered, without looking up.

Twisting her lower half, swinging her hind legs onto the bench, she ran her face down the stallion’s barrel. As her snout crept ever closer to his goods, she got her first good whiff of him and - Holy Tartarus - did he smell nice. Without a care in the world, she eased her head onto his lap.

“What’re you…” Frigid trailed off, as a movement from the isle caught his attention. Standing not but a hoofful of feet away was the inspector from the station. “C...Can I help you?” he asked, feeling the warmth of the unicorn’s breath against the sensitive skin of his nethers.

“No, not really. You know, you two really do make a cute couple,” the attendant merrily remarked, straightening his glasses, “reminds me of my youth. Anyways, I didn’t mean to bother y’all. Have a pleasant trip!” With that, he continued on his stroll through the locomotive.

Taking a moment, remembering that Leech and he were far from alone, Frigid took stock of his surroundings. As far as he could tell, there were roughly two dozen ponies in the passenger car with them. The seats were all roughly head level, but his height allowed him to get a decent view of where everypony was situated. Though he couldn’t see them, he could hear a number of young colts or fillies in the carriage.

“You hear that,” Leech snorted, turning her head to look up at him, “he thought we were a couple.”

Peering over, seeing the mare’s contentedly wiggling tush, Frigid swallowed hard. Her attention, paired with the view of her lower back and rump, left him in a bit of a pickle. Feeling his length peek from his sheath, he cursed under his breath. The last thing he needed was for her to notice…

“Well well well,” Leech chortled, spying the tip of his stallionhood appear. Unlike the rest of him, the stud’s dick was a delectable shade of blush pink. Bringing her muzzle to it, she booped it with her nose. Be damned if she knew why, but she’d always had a weakness for broncos with mottled dicks. “Aren’t you the cutest little fella!”

“He’s not that little…” Frigid offhandedly grouched, scrunching his snout.

“He’s not?” Leech rebuked in mock disbelief, holding a hoof to her cheek.

The pegasus and unicorn’s eyes met, as each looked to the other. Without saying a word, the slightest grin met their lips. The casual flirting, their sunny dispositions, and unspoken, mutual attraction towards one another meant only one thing - the game was afoot…

Lazily peering over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being watched, Leech returned her attention back to the stallion’s groin. As cool and collected as a cucumber, she stretched her limbs, yawned, leaned in, and wrapped her lips around the emerged bit of stallionhood beneath her. Given her position, draped over his hind leg, any passersby should only see a lazy mare resting on her coltfriend - though that was far from the case.

As the warmth of Leech’s mouth graced his tool, Frigid inhaled sharply. Reclining, throwing his forelegs onto the back of the couch-like seat, he kept a silent vigil and enjoyed the impromptu oral. It wasn’t the first time he’d had somepony flung themselves at him, though it was likely the fastest for a sober mare. Flexing his pelvis, he intentionally caused his shaft to swell in her mouth.

Massaging the sensitive underside of the stud’s hardening member with her tongue, Leech delicately applied a bit of vacuum. Since she was administering a blowjob in an occupied train car full of ponies, with little to hide her scandalous act, she kept her movements subtle. Willing her tail to remain draped over her rump, fighting the aroused urge to lift it, she sluggishly ground her thighs together.

Like some debased snake charmer, she was treated to an increasing amount of cock in her maw. Breathing through her nose, she leisurely worked her head from side to side. The earthy, masculine notes of stallion flesh were sumptuous, yet there was a small problem. With how quickly Frigid was growing erect, she wouldn’t be able to keep her activities surreptitious for very long.

Determined to throat his growing tool, if only for a brief moment, she filled her lungs and bore down upon the hardening length. As the firm shaft wormed into her esophagus, the stallion trembled beneath her. With her muzzle pressed against the root-like base of his dick, she issued a series of rapid fire bobs of her head. It wasn’t much, but she was hellbent on getting her newfound friend worked up as fast as possible. Then, as quickly as she’d begun, she retreated.

While Leech withdrew, pursing her lips and swabbing his stallionhood clean, Frigid realized he’d been holding his breath. As the mare cleared his dick from her gullet, giving his broad glans a departing kiss, he exhaled. Whoever this mare was, she sure as shit didn’t pull any punches; even though he hadn’t become fully rigid, he was still impressed that she handled him as well as she had - that being said, they were left with a growing problem.

Using a forehoof, he gingerly pressed his throbbing prick down and against his thigh. If Leech sat back up, it would be painfully apparent to anypony who walked by how excited he was. “So...I hope you’re ready to take responsibility for this…” he smugly noted, patting his boner.

“Well,” Leech grunted, pushing herself up, “I guess it can’t be helped…” Standing on the bench, she stepped over his hind legs and turned to face him. “You - uh - wanna let that monster go for a second?”

Confused for a moment, Frigid looked between the mare and his crotch. Coming to grips with what she was planning, he feigned a yawn and extended his wings forward; the cover, while brief, was perfect. With preternatural speed and precision, the unicorn seized his tool with her magic, aligned it with her groin, and impaled herself upon him.

The abruptness of the act was only eclipsed by the sublime warmth and snug, velvety confines in which he found his cock entombed. Gnawing his lip, to stifle himself, he gazed down at her. Reclining slightly, with her forehooves on his knees, he was treated to the barest glimpse of her meaty lower lips stretched around his girth; the view, while arousing as all get-out, was all too brief, as she slowly leaned in and pressed her chest against him.

Seated upon the stud’s lap, Leech gave herself a moment to adjust. The hasty insertion of his member, while bearable, was still intense. As with most issues, her eyes had been bigger than her marehood, though she was far from finished with him. Given their difference in size, with her face only reaching the upper portion of his chest, she wasn’t quite able to whisper sinful nothings to his ear, so she did the next best thing.

“Daddy,” she softly moaned, gyrating her hips, “you’re just so big…”

Playing the Daddy card was always a risky tactic, with most stallions either loving or hating it, but she soon got all the confirmation she needed. As his wings folded around her, virtually obscuring her from view, he lightly bucked his waist upward. Jostled by the plunge, feeling the head of his dick kiss her womb, she shivered in delight - Jackpot…

“Oh really?” Frigid sighed, seeing Leech’s face contort in pleasure. Something about knowing she enjoyed it, especially after having taunted him, filled him with determination to push the envelope. Gliding his pinions over her back, he thrust into her a second time; her muffled whimper was everything he could have dreamt of. “Go on…”

“S...so big,” she continued, rocking her waist forward and back, “but I...I’m sure all the mares tell you that.”

Grinding her snout against the tuft of fur between his pecs, she inhaled deeply. As the bronco’s rich aroma filled her sinuses, her snatch seized upon his shaft. Not only was he filling her depths to capacity, but his medial ring was almost perfectly seated against her g-spot. Craning her neck up, she pecked his chin.

“Rut me like you mean it, you handsome devil…”

Railing against the impulse to go all out, yet eager to oblige her, Frigid braced his back hooves against the floor and started humping. Positioned as they were, with her effectively riding him in a seated cowgirl, his movements were relatively limited; but that didn’t mean he was totally powerless. Drilling into her, feeling her clamp down on his backstrokes, he relished the sublime heat and velvety embrace of her marehood.

Straddling him, bouncing her ass on his lap, she closed her eyes and fixated on the sensations the pegasus afforded her. Just as she synchronized her motions to his, it all came to a sudden halt. Looking up, squinting in confusion, she found him glaring down at her. His expression, warm until that moment, was cold and stern.

“Get off,” Frigid instructed, helping her dismount before she got the chance to start moving. Retracting his wings, turning and guiding her to the cushion beside himself, he hopped off the chair. Taking a step forward, extending one feathery limb, he jarringly hauled the short mare onto his back. “I may as well help you get it out of your system, since I doubt you’ll leave me alone until you’re satisfied…”

Draped over the towering stallion’s shoulders, Leech wasn’t sure how to react. Jostling slightly with each step, she glanced around to see where they were going. Moving towards the front of the cabin, she spied a closed compartment at the far end of the passenger car. A rictus grin split her features, as she put the pieces together.

Keeping quiet, as they approached the bathroom, her sex clenched hungrily. She’d only just gotten a titillating taste of what he could deliver and she wasn’t going to be happy until she’d had her fill. Humming cheerfully to herself, realizing she was about to get exactly what she wanted, the stud reached the bathroom, opened the door, and carried her along with him.

“Now, if you’re so damn determined to get some action, how about you...” Frigid’s chiding faltered, as he turned from closing the door.

Like a well trained strumpet, the unicorn had already pressed her chest to the floor and spread her hind legs. Spying her resented before the sink, with her marehood winking invitingly, his turgid member twitched. Even by a drunken prom date’s standards, she was hitting the gas something fierce. Chuckling to himself, bringing his muzzle to her upturned rear, he gave her drooling entrance a lick.

“How about you mount me like a good colt,” Leech haughtily teased.

She was a bit surprised that she’d gotten him wrapped around her hoof that quickly, although she wasn’t going to complain. While she would have been perfectly content to fuck herself on him in their seat, the change of location would allow the two of them far more movement and privacy. Hearing him shift, seeing his forehooves slam onto the sink to either side of her head, she pushed herself backward.

With his length gliding over her pillowy backside, Frigid fought the urge to laugh. She thought she was in control, having tempted him to action, but the truth couldn’t be further from it; true, he certainly didn’t mind getting his dick wet, but he really wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine - after all, she was the one who’d kicked things off.

“Oh yeah,” Leech purred, feeling him shift above her, “give me that fat fu-Gah!” Her goading was cut woefully short, as he roughly drove himself into her.

“What’s the matter? Where’d all that confidence get off to?” Frigid laughed, as he languidly began to pump his hips.

“Just - Mmmph - couldn’t resist - Aaaahn - a good rutting, huh?” Leech weakly chortled.

Lurching forward with each thrust, she steadied herself and rocked back to meet him. Beyond his physical size, in both frame and endowment, he was remarkably strong for a pegasus. Bearing down, she squeezed his vascular stallionhood in her confines. She was down, but she was far from out.

Playfully cocking his head to the side, amazed with her resolve, Frigid reared his waist back, withdrew nearly the entirety of his length, and savagely slammed it back into her sopping wet canal. The impetus of the powerful move sent her body skidding forward an inch and nearly caused her face to crash against the sink’s base. The exotic spice of a power struggle, having met a mare who might be able to keep up with him, elevated the experience to a new level - one which ignited a rare spark within him.

“You were saying?” he mused, continuing his carnal assault.

“H...Harder,” she croaked, her vice-like cunt fiercely gripping his tool. Without waiting for any sort of response, she started screwing herself upon him.

She’d met stallions like him before and they were all the same. Sure, the big lug might have size on his side, but like any wild stud, he just needed to be broken - that being said, it was going to be an uphill battle. Though her willpower and mind were clear, the downright heavenly sensation of being rutted by a pony as large as him was extraordinarily taxing.

Matching her zeal, Frigid hammered into the lusty unicorn. “Bet you love - Mmmmn - this don’t you, Slut,” he grunted, his voice ringing over the steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies colliding.

“Shut up and - Unf - fuck me you - Oh god - magnificent Stud,” Leech growled, rocking back to meet his thrusts.

In spite of how tight she was, he had to admit, he was impressed with how well she was handling him. Usually, mares tended to lose composure after he actually started plowing, but Leech was different. The tenacious unicorn was giving as good as she got - which meant only one thing. Adjusting the angle of his plunges ever so slightly, his weighty nuts slapped against her winking clit.

The additional stimulation sent lightning bolts of pleasure through Leech’s comparably diminutive frame. Between the dirty talk of her sensual rival, his scale, and the sheer magnitude of his rutting, she was quickly losing ground. With the warm tingles of an impending release growing within her belly, feeling every magnificent vein and ridge on the big bastard’s length, she dug in.

“It’s so fucking GOOD,” she wailed, throwing her head back in delight.

The loud outburst, paired with her enthusiasm, pushed Frigid closer to the edge. His heart thundered in his chest, as his shaft pistoned in and out of her astonishingly cozy snatch. With a snort, caving to his bestial urges, the speed and force of his pounding hips increased. Like it or not, she’d soon get what she desired.

Struggling to remain upright, Leech was pushed to her limit. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny the sublime ministrations of the towering pegasus. Sensing him beginning to flare within her, scraping the sensitive interior of her depths with his divine tool, a part of her realized he had to be close; but it hardly mattered. Her limbs barely obeyed her, while her mind started to go blank. With her sanity on the brink, quivering from head to hoof, she put the icing on the cake.

“Fill me up you beautiful bastard!” she howled, just as her marehood convulsed and squirted her feminine nectar to the floor.

The final orgasmic howl was Frigid’s death knell. Hilting himself, jamming every inch of his stallionhood into her sex, he snorted triumphantly. His balls pulled to his groin, roiling with seed, sending shot after seething shot of jizz through his pulsing shaft. Pressed tightly against her cervix, locked in place by his bloated glans, he bathed her interior with his essence.

The nirvanic heat and pressure of the stud’s cum caused Leech’s climax to redouble. Braying to the heavens, practically convulsing with raw unfettered rapture, she struggled to remain conscious. Ultimately, after the overwhelming majority of his spunk had been deposited within her, her legs collapsed. Crashing to the floor, heaving air into her chest, nut erupted from her gaping entrance.

Ponderously, on shaking legs, Frigid eased himself down. The mare’s glazed over eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, until they ultimately settled on him. Grinning, giving her a minute to recuperate, she had one more surprise in store for him. Turning towards him, unsteadily pushing herself up on her forelegs, she licked his softening dick clean.

“You really are something,” he snickered, grinning down at her.

“S..says the - Cough - guy who just fucked me in a bathroom,” she blithely retorted, mopping his slickened shaft with her tongue.

Shaking his head, plucking a few paper towels from a nearby dispenser, he lent a helping hoof to her cleanup efforts. The floor was slippery with a cocktail of their juices, leaving them to remove the mess they’d made. Fun aside, they couldn’t leave the restroom in such a state.

“Sweet Celestia, I don’t think I have seen a stallion cum this much since I hooked up with a zebra! Pent up much?” Leech joked, precariously getting to her hooves.

“Only a few days,” Frigid responded, tossing the sullied tissues into the waste bin.

“Damn! Remind me not to fuck you if you’ve been blue-balled for a month,” she laughed, licking her lips clean of his salty remnants. “You about done?”

Looking around, ensuring he’d wiped the area clean as well as possible, Frigid nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s most of it. You bedded a zebra once?”

“Yup. Big fucker, all talk, had him crying for mama like that,” Leech asserted, tapping her hoof to punctuate her point.

“If he was anything like that striped mare I had a roll with, I can sympathize - soaked my sheets clean through to the mattress,” Frigid chortled, remembering the event.

“Squirter, huh? Yeah, you gotta be careful of those! One time, I almost drowned this young griffon who really wanted me to sit on his face! Thought I’d done the poor bastard in!” she mirthfully added, reminiscing on the waterlogged bird-cat’s countenance.

“Griffons? I’ve always been kinda weary of them - really not too keen on having a beak which can rend flesh around my junk,” he jested, fully aware that they weren’t that dangerous.

“Nah nah nah, they got these little beak guards to keep ‘em from doing any damage. Heck, you can find ‘em in most sex shops!” she merrily explained, throwing the door open and shambling back into the car.

Following behind her, noting the trail of his jizz creeping down her inner thigh, Frigid smiled to himself. Each of them had worked up a sweat, they were more than a little disheveled, and they likely reeked of sex; to make matters worse, he had little doubt that everypony in the train heard them going at it. As he’d expected, the ponies in the carriage either scowled or stared at them, cementing his suspicion, but it didn’t stop Leech.

Either grossly unaware or uncaring of the disdain of her fellow passengers, the unicorn half staggered, half strutted back to their seat. To say that mares like her were rare was an understatement; crazy, lecherous, or perhaps some combination of both, there was an undeniable confidence in her faltering steps. Trotting up behind her, he did what he could to hide her leaking snatch.

“So,” she hummed, shuffling to the window seat, “about that zebra you were lucky enough to bag…”

A genuine smile crept across Frigid’s face, as he seated himself beside his newfound companion. With over an hour left to kill on their trip, he had little doubt that the time would fly by. He had no way to tell if she’d take him up on his offer to crash with him, but he was more determined than ever to help her out. If nothing else, she’d be fun to hang around with and he wouldn’t mind having the company.

“Well, it all started when I was at a snowboarding competition,” he began, recounting the tale of the aforementioned fling…

House-Training

“Snort - get off my ramen...Wha…” Leech drowsily batted a feathered appendage from her face, as her eyes fluttered open. Blinking, wiping a strand of drool from her chin, she wearily pushed herself up. In a daze, waking up to unfamiliar environs, she took stock of her surroundings.

The area was small but comfortable, with a curtained window on the closest wall to her side of the bed. A nightstand sat next to the mattress, within reach of where she rested. Pushing herself up on her forelegs, she squinted at a laundry basket sitting in the far corner, just below a rather suggestive poster of Princess Cadance. As she scanned the room, her eyes ultimately settled upon a turquoise colored pegasus in bed beside her. In the blink of an eye, fractured, somnolent-laced memories of the day prior came flooding back.

Reaching for Frigid, remembering just how friendly he’d been, Leech caught herself. She saw no reason to wake him up - at least, not yet. For the time being, he could rest - especially after sharing his roof and his bed with her. As content as she would have been to lie back down and get some more sleep, there was an opportunity to be seized.

As stealthily as possible, she slowly shifted her lower half over the edge of the bed. It’s not like she was going to do anything nefarious, although the chance to do some passive snooping certainly couldn’t be turned down. As her thighs rubbed across one another, she winced slightly; unfortunately, what little remained of the foal batter she’d been pumped full of had leaked out overnight.

Silently cursing to herself for not showering and properly cleaning herself, inside and out, she made finding the bathroom a priority. Quietly trotting around the mattress, taking care not to disturb the snoozing pegasus, she headed towards one of the three doorways in the room. She presumed at least one was a restroom, although they were all barely ajar and she couldn’t tell which led where.

Reaching the closest of the three archways, Leech peeked through the opening and was greeted by a large, spacious room. With the prospect of unabated exploration, she quickly shuffled her priorities. It wasn’t like she was going to get any dirtier getting a tour, so the shower could wait. Slinking out, making sure to close the door behind herself, she crept into the corridor.

Stepping lightly, the mare gave herself an all too brief tour of her host’s home. She vaguely recalled arriving the night prior, after falling asleep on the train, although the details were foggy. The brief walk to Frigid’s house was a blur, as the pegasus had guided her along. Before she knew it, she was in a comfortable bed and fast asleep. Between the trip, their rather scandalous shenanigans, and hours chatting, she’d been completely tuckered out.

The area in which she found herself appeared to be a living room, with a grand total of five doorways leading to the various corners of the house. If she had to guess, the den served as the central hub of the building. A large couch, flanked by a pair of recliners, sat before a rather sizable coffee table. Spying a large glass-faced structure, positioned in one corner, she went off to investigate. Numerous trophies and plaques sat arranged within the display cabinet, top lit by a light above.

Inspecting the prizes, Leech closed on the towering piece of award filled furniture. Various dates and events were transcribed on each one, noting her host’s snowboarding accomplishments. Even though she wasn’t one to swoon over a stallion’s achievements, she had to admit, she was pretty impressed. Making a mental note to ask Frigid about them later, she poked her head into an open archway to her left.

A small, relatively unkempt kitchen awaited her, with appliances haphazardly lining a countertop and a sink full of questionably clean dishes. Scrunching her snout, staving off the compulsive temptation to tidy up, she hastily retreated. Reversing course into the living room, making her way towards the back of the den, she discovered a tiny dining room which led back into the cooking area.

Processing everything, Leech looked back over her shoulder. If she had to guess, the doorway just to the right of the bedroom was the lavatory - likely connecting it to the central parlor. Strolling back past the sofa, looking to cement her suspicion, she peered inside the mysterious chamber. As she’d suspected, it was the bathroom.

Letting herself inside, she surveyed the interior. From left to right, she found a linen closet, toilet, a fairly large tub, and a shower stall. All told, for a bachelor pad, it was a pretty sweet bathroom. Grinning, pleased with the validation of her assumption, she glanced through a doorway on her right. Gazing into the bedroom, spying Frigid’s comatose form, she concocted a plan.

After washing up and drying off, she’d treat her gracious host to breakfast in bed. Hell, depending on what sort of ingredients he had lying around, she may even have time to neaten up his kitchen. Stepping into the shower, mutely crying out as the cold water cascaded over her, she set her machinations into motion.

Given Leech’s experience with quickly cleaning up, she was lathered, rinsed, and dried in a matter of minutes. Not knowing what to do with her sullied towel, she draped it over the side of the tub; she could always throw it in the hamper later, if or when Frigid asked her to. With a spring in her step, she skipped off to the kitchen.

“Alright, what’ve we got to work with…” she whispered to herself, opening the refrigerator to root around for ingredients. Sadly, in her eagerness to prepare some breakfast, she failed to realize she was being watched.

Having woken up in a vacant bed, Frigid immediately realized something was amiss. His guest, the spunky unicorn mare he’d met at the train station the day before, was missing - not only that, but he heard the shower running. Now, normally, he wouldn’t take issue with company letting themselves use his bathroom; but considering how brazen her behavior was, he couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious.

Anypony who was crazy enough to jump a strangers bones after fifteen minutes - on a public train, no less - was capable of doing Celestia knows what. Getting up and checking his room, ensuring that nothing was out of place, he glanced into the bathroom. Sure enough, Leech was blissfully washing herself. Content to see what she was planning, he bided his time.

Watching her shower, seeing flat, wet mane plastered against her head and neck was almost enough to make him second guess himself - almost. Steeling his resolve, forcing himself not to get entranced by the provocative sight, he shook free his sinful thoughts. As she turned off the water and wiped her face, he retreated from sight.

Minutes passed and, much to Frigid’s surprise, the mare didn’t reenter the bedroom - no, he distinctly heard her moving to the opposite end of the house. Even if she didn’t have any ill intent, her actions smacked of somepony who was either foolhardy, woefully lacking in social graces, grossly ignorant, or some combination of the three. Regardless of what her plan was, he needed to set a few ground rules - not just for his own sanity, but for her etiquette overall.

Rushing to his other door, clandestinely watching her saunter into his kitchen, he devised a scheme. Trotting after her, he set his brow. Under normal circumstances, he wasn’t one to play the stern card with folks, but Leech seemed to be a special case. Something told him that she wasn’t one to learn via conventional means, which meant he’d have to resort to unorthodox methods.

Following the unicorn into the kitchen, watching her start to rifle around in his fridge, he set his jaw and stomped up behind her. Just as she turned, presumably hearing his heavy hooffalls, he spun her to face himself and prodded a wing to her chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Frigid flatly inquired, leering down at the substantially smaller pony.

Caught off guard, Leech’s pupils shrank to razored slits. Shrinking back, feeling her rear bump against the countertop behind her, she had nowhere to run. “I...I was just going to make some breakfast for us!”

“Were you? Or were you just going to take something and bolt!” the stallion countered, poking her a second time with his pinioned appendage.

“No! Honest, I fuckin' swear, I was only going to cook some breakfast, you ass!” Leech spat, her trepidation tinged with anger.

“Then why didn’t you get me up?” Frigid pressed, raising an eyebrow and holding his scowl. “Do you think it’s alright to just get up and start going around in someone’s house? I just met you! You can’t do that kind of thing to folks!”

“What? Would you rather I just left?” she barked, defiantly stomping a hoof. A jaded smile spit her features, as a heady cocktail of emotions welled up within her. “It’s funny, I try to do something nice for somepony and I get shit on. Go fucking figure…”

“Listen,” the pegasus began, brushing her shoulder with his wing; she flinched slightly, but didn’t move otherwise. “I’m not saying you can’t do nice stuff like that, but don’t you think somepony could get the wrong impression?”

“How? By getting fucking waffles instead of pancakes?” Leech growled, glaring up at him.

“No, you stubborn ass. Ok, like, we just met, right?” Frigid asked, his expression softening and tone lowering. He had her on the back hoof so it was time to reign it in a bit.

“Yeah. What about it?” the unicorn groused, holding her ground.

“And it wouldn’t seem odd if somepony you invited over to your place just up and disappeared?” he continued, taking a small step back.

“I…” Leech’s rebuttal faltered, as she processed the question.

Honestly, she’d never really given it much thought. More often than not, after crashing at a fling’s house, she was asked to leave. Without ever having had a home to call her own, she was left to speculate on the theoretical circumstances of the matter. Caught up in her thoughts, with her contemptuous irritation disarmed, she rubbed her chin.

“Wouldn’t be nice, would it?” Frigid muttered, his voice all but a whisper.

With a defeated shrug, Leech kept her eyes on the floor. “No…” she sullenly grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “Sorry…”

“Look, I just don’t want you getting yourself into trouble or anything. Like, what would you have done if I was somepony else - somepony who might actually do something to hurt you…” the pegasus softly murmured, raising her chin with the tip of her wing.

“You didn’t have to be an ass about it,” Leech groused, scrunching her snout and reluctantly meeting his eyes.

“True, but something told me you’d just brush the suggestion off...if I’d casually asked,” Frigid chuckled, ruffling her still-damp mane. His comment left her brow to furrow, though the bulk of the anger had left her eyes. Nodding, giving her the barest smirk, he started down at her. “Pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Leech parroted, instantly thrown off.

“Pancakes!” Frigid repeated, pointing towards a cupboard. Turning in place, Leech peered up to where he was aiming. “There’s some mix up there; it’s old, but it’s probably still good. Eggs and milk in the fridge,” he added. With the situation resolved, he slapped her flank with his wing and leisurely spun away.

Putting the pieces together, realizing he’d just flippantly placed an order, Leech watched the pegasus depart. “And where the hell are you going?”

Without breaking stride or looking back, the stallion waved in her direction. “I am going to take a shower. Remember,” he slowed, looking over his shoulder at her, “don’t steal my shit.” Shooting her a wink, he disappeared into the lavatory.

“Oh you smug bastard,” she hissed, smiling despite herself.

Reaching for the fridge, intent on starting to make breakfast, she stopped herself. Shaking her head, she dispelled the notion of obliging his request for a hot meal, an idea began to coalesce. Hot meal...Yeah, that wouldn’t be bad at all. Sauntering off to the bathroom, a sly grin crept across her face.

Hearing the shower turn on, Leech loitered outside of the commode. After roughly a minute passed, she peeked in and found the pegasus washing himself. Given the size of the stall, there was easily enough room for two ponies to fit - which was good, considering what she’d hastily devised. Throwing the glass door open, boldly stepping in besides the perplexed stallion, she held a hoof aloft.

“Three things,” she began, as the amethyst approximation of a sorcerous hand appeared over her appendage. Bravely staring Frigid down, three digits from the magical extremity unfurled. “First of all, fuck you. Secondly, yes, I’m still going to make breakfast. Thirdly, I wanna show you something,” she tutted, abruptly reversing course and moving towards the tub in the corner.

Stepping into the basin, after inspecting it and doing a few mental calculations, she reclined, face up, over the edge. The height was damn near perfect, leaving her head at roughly the level of her host’s waist. Clearing her throat, seeing that the dripping wet stallion had his eyes on her, she motioned for him to come closer.

“Since I didn’t get a load in my belly yesterday, I want you to come over here and fuck my face,” she nonchalantly stated.

“E...Excuse me?” Frigid blurted, wondering if he’d heard her right.

“Come on. You get a blowjob and pancakes, I get to have my face plowed - it’s a win-win!” Leech cheerfully exclaimed, catching the barest glimpse of his loins.

“Leech, you know I’m not the smallest and -” he was cut off, as the unicorn dismissively waved a hoof.

“Nah nah nah, trust me, it’s kinda my thing,” she laughed. “It’s a straight shot down, look,” she cooed, swinging her jaw open.

Looking down at the mare, gazing into her open and inviting maw, Frigid gulped. He’d never had much luck with getting oral from mares in the past. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hilt himself in someone’s muzzle - it was purely a logistical issue. Like trying to fit into a garment that was one or two sizes too small, except that “article” was a living being.

“The quicker you cum in my mouth, the quicker you get pancakes,” Leech taunted, wiggling with her back on the lip of the tub.

“You know what, fuck it. But if you can’t take it all, you’re making dinner and cleaning the house,” he exasperatedly sighed.

Trotting over to the unicorn, hoping his slowly growing erection didn’t give away his reluctant enthusiasm, he smoothly stepped over her supine form and placed his forehooves into the basin. A part of him doubted she could actually handle all of him, without throwing up or passing out, but a gauntlet had been thrown down and he wasn’t about to step away.

Watching the stallion’s gently swaying length grow closer and closer, spying those ripe, fat nuts of his, Leech’s mouth began to water. “Oh yeah, come to mama,” she purred, licking her chops. As soon as it was within striking distance, her head darted forward. Wrapping her lips around the semi-rigid tip, she got to work.

“Mmmm,” Frigid hummed, content to let her get him warmed up. Situated as she was, she wouldn’t be able to do too much on her own - which meant he’d have to do the lion’s share of moving. Flexing his pelvis, he sent more blood into his rapidly hardening tool and ground an inch or so past her lips.

Caressing the sides and top of his stallionhood with her tongue, Leech took deep, steady breaths; besides filling her sinuses with that sweet, sweet aroma of stud musk, the act prepped her lungs and got extra oxygen into her blood. Reaching up, she sweetly fondled his balls. Soon enough, the contents of those ripe puppies would be all hers.

Shuffling forward, eager to see if the spunky mare could deliver, he bucked his hips. Sure enough, the head of his cock battered against the back of her throat and into her esophagus. Markedly more snug than her mouth, her airway quivered around him. A jolt of bliss shot up his spine, feeling the tight embrace on his cock.

“J...just tell me if you need me to stop,” Frigid sputtered, his excitement getting the better of him.

Closing his eyes, he began lightly thrusting into her face. Though she’d abandoned playing with his nuts, the confines of her neck more than made up for it. Casting his head down and to the side, looking back at her, he saw her throat obscenely bulging with each plunge. As astoundingly hot as the sight was, it didn’t hold a candle to what he found next.

Noticing that her forelegs were reaching towards her loins, he peered down each black furred limb. His eyes widened in shock, discovering that she was shamelessly getting herself off to the forceful oral. With one hoof on her marehood, energetically kneading her meaty snatch, she massaged one teat above her crotch - needless to say, it was profoundly arousing and his body reacted accordingly.

Balancing most of her weight on her shoulders, which lie securely planted on the tub’s edge, Leech used her hind legs to keep herself steady. Between the forethought of priming her lungs and taking a deep breath as soon as the stallion moved to plow her muzzle, she reckoned she had somewhere around three minutes before she fell unconscious. It was rare that she got to enjoy somepony skull fucking her on her back, so she intended to savor every second of it.

The sensation of her throat distending with each plunge, knowing she was able to handle every glorious inch of Frigid’s stallionhood was rewarding enough, but her enjoyment didn’t end there. Her sinuses were absolutely flooded with his scent, her taste buds were awash in the flavor of his flesh and the residue of their screwing the day before, she was blinded by the pegasus’ swaying balls with each thrust, and she couldn’t be happier. As she fought down her gag reflex, using a few tricks she’d learned over the years, she fervently rubbed one out.

Years ago, when Leech had first started learning how to please a stallion, her skills were - shall we say - somewhat lacking. The first time she’d sucked a dick had been unpleasant and, unfortunately, left her with a sore jaw and an unsatisfied partner. Hellbent on improving herself, swearing a solemn vow to be the best damn cock sucker Equestria had ever seen, she’d trained herself on sex toys and assorted males alike. As time passed and her expertise grew, so too did her lustful passion for the act.

With his body working on autopilot, Frigid’s eyes stay locked on the mare getting herself off. As if the feeling of hilted wasn’t good enough, the fact that she was so into it made it so much hotter. Watching Leech play with herself, knowing how much she was enjoying being used, elevated the entire experience and sent him rocketing towards the edge. Pistoning her face, sending his nuts slapping against her eyes and forehead, he gave her his all.

Fixating on her clit, Leech silently prayed she could cum along with her host. She could feel him throbbing in her maw, leading her to believe he was close; it was a good thing too, given that her lungs were starting to burn. Clamping her lips around the base of his tool, lashing its girthy root with her tongue, she endured. Soon she’d have her creamy reward…

“F...Fuck,” Frigid wheezed, trying and failing to stave off his climax, “g...gonna cum.”

As badly as he would have liked to deposit a load of spunk into her stomach, he was left conflicted. Besides the fact that she’d been down there for a bit, he didn’t want to drown the girl. Begrudgingly taking a step back, preparing to unsheath himself and paint her with his jizz, something snagged his thigh. As fate - or, more appropriately, a particularly tenacious mare - would have it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Abandoning her snatch, sensing the stallion trying to pull away, Leech leapt into action. Though it was regrettable that she wouldn’t be able to finish herself off, she’d much rather get every drop of his seed pumped down her throat. Fitfully exerting her magic and pulling him to her face, she saw to it that she got what she so desperately wanted.

“FUCK!” Frigid groaned, wincing and clenching his jaw. In all his years of fooling around, he’d never - not once - had a climax as powerful from oral alone. Flaring deep in her esophagus, his stallionhood pulsed violently, sending wave after wave of his essence into her.

With her marehood hungrily clenching upon itself, Leech’s vision started to tunnel. After the first four or five shots, assured that she’d gotten most of his cum into herself, she patted his barrel. She’d be good and damn sure to flick the bean to memories of the moment later - for now, she needed air; coincidentally, she got much more than she bargained for.

Taking a step back, compelled to repay the favor, Frigid retracted his cum slick length from the mare’s gullet. Extending his wings, cradling her rump with one and her upper back with the other, he tipped her over the lip of the basin. Effectively resting on her shoulders, with her rump resting just below his face, he set upon her loins like a ravenous animal.

Leech’s world went topsy-turvy in the blink of an eye. She’d gone from having her face plowed and on the brink of blacking out to being upside down with a big lug eating her pussy like it was his final meal - the suddenness of it all was, to say the least, was slightly jarring. Accosted by the rapturous sensation of the pegasus’ tongue digging into her snatch, she clamped her thighs around his head.

“D...Don’t - Cough- Don’t stop!” she croaked.

The gasping, panting mare’s request was all the affirmation Frigid needed. Running his tongue through her sex, occasionally probing its depths, he administered a number of techniques he’d learned. The plucky unicorn had to be a hare’s breath from cumming, given how badly her thighs were trembling. With her marehood winking against his muzzle, he executed his coup de grâce.

As the pegasus fixated on her clit, wrapping his thick, pouting lips around the engorged bud, Leech absolutely lost it. Crying out in ecstasy, thrashing about and nearly toppling over, orgasmic juices dribbled and squirted from her sex. Having nearly gotten herself off, prior to Frigid hosing down her throat, she’d been on a hair trigger - one which the stallion had gleefully and expertly dealt with. Squeaking and mewling, explosively squirting due to the supremely well executed oral, she felt herself being lowered.

Using his wings, Frigid guided the mare to the floor. Content to let her ride out her climax, he made a mental note about her geyser like finish. If and/or when they fooled around in the bedroom, he’d be sure to have a towel or two handy for her explosive ejaculate. As the unicorn started to move, jerkily pushing herself up, he extended a hoof.

“F...fuck yeah! I told you I - Cough - could do it!” Leech triumphantly rasped, rubbing her neck.

Beyond having a newfound appreciation for pythons, she was extremely pleased with herself. She’d throated her host, gotten her pussy eaten, and was going to get to make pancakes. All in all, one hell of a way to start the morning - even if the pegasus had been a bit of a well-meaning dick earlier.

Rolling his eyes at her hubris, Frigid shoved the mare back towards the shower stall. Strands of nut hung from her lips, errant drops and spatters dotted her face and neck, and her ass-half was slick with her own juices. There was no way in Tartarus she was gonna do anything in the kitchen - not until they were both washed up.

Turning the knob, causing still warm water to sprinkle over their bodies, Leech turned towards the stud. Without skipping a beat, she levitated a bottle of body wash over and started lathering his withers and shoulder. “What’s your favorite fruit?”

Taking the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dab into the unicorn’s shaggy mane, he moved a hoof towards her head. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, working the soap into her hair. “Blueberries or maybe blackberries. Why?”

“Gonna make you some blackberry syrup for you pancakes - well, once I get a few bits to buy blackberries,” she responded, blindly moving towards his flanks.

“You don’t have to do that,” Frigid muttered, carefully washing around her horn.

“Nah, don’t sweat it. Oh! And I’ll make dinner too, even though I lost. Ain’t had the chance to cook in a proper kitchen for a while, so I’m gonna make the most of it. Plus,” she added, wiping her face and peering up at him with a twinkling, cat-like eye, “it’s the least I can do.”

Frigid grinned, reached up with a wing, and angled the shower-head over to rinse her off. “The only thing I want you to worry about is getting a job. The last thing I need is you loafing around my pad ad infinitum.”

“Excuse me?” Leech balked, magically shifting the spraying nozzle to hose the stallion down. “I’ll have you know, sucking dick, especially ones which don't fall in the baby carrot category, ain’t a piece of cake - shit, I just make it look easy!”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Frigid snickered, turning off the flow of water and reversing out of the stall. “I’ll run to the shop down the street and get us some coffee and a newspaper; we can check classifieds, after we eat.”

“Wanting to get the mare a little coffee for all that cream, eh?” she laughed, playfully elbowing his ribs. Shaking herself off, forgoing a proper drying, she pranced out of the room. “Alright hot stuff, I’ll be in the kitchen!”

Seeing her flee, hearing the chipper tone in her voice, Frigid’s smile broadened. Even if she didn’t find employment right away, having somepony around the house would definitely keep things interesting. Snatching up a fresh towel, grumbling under his breath, he gave chase after the soggy mare. Yeah, something told him that his life would be a lot more lively with her around…