Crossing Paths

“Honey, I’m home!” Leech bellowed, magically guiding several floating bags to the floor. “I got some good news and not-so-good news. Bad News - I didn’t get the job. Good news - I did get us a bunch of junk food and I picked up something sexy to tease you with. Bad News - I might have fucked that mare who was hiring,” she prattled on, digging through the soils of her whorishly hemorrhaged earnings.

Finding the snacks she’d acquired, she triumphantly carried the bag into the kitchen. Honestly, she hadn’t really noticed the lack of any response from her host, presuming he was out and about, so the last thing she’d expected was to find him sitting at the table with some mare. Freezing in place, looking over at the two, her eyes shifted between them.

“Cough- Leech, this is Cold; before you ask, yes, she’s my twin,” Frigid began shifting his focus from the monochromatic unicorn to his sister. “Cold, this is Leech. I’m trying to help her get back on her hooves.”

Railing against the impulse to make any number of inappropriate jokes, Leech stepped towards the pint-sized pegasus. Smiling and curtly extending a hoof, she faltered. Something tickled her nostrils, the unmistakable scent of something sinful. Closing her eyes, breathing deeply through her nose, she smelled the air.

There was no doubt about it, someone had done the nasty recently. It wasn’t her fault that her olfactory senses were intimately tied to money and musk - life had simply seen fit to equip her with a sensitive sniffer. Peeking over at Frigid, as she shook the mare’s hoof, a shit-eating grin crept across her face.

“I think I’m going to go back to that thrift shop; they had this really weird looking book I was tempted to pick up,” Leech hummed. “I’ll catch you two later…”

Unsure of how to process the strange unicorn’s reaction, Cold smiled amiably at the newcomer. “Bit of a bookworm?” she asked.

“Butt mark says so,” Leech asserted, brazenly pointing to a sinister looking tome emblazoned on her flank. Reaching the door, she paused and looked back. “Frigid, if you don’t mind, feel free to root around in the goodies I got us, but don’t look in the frilly pink bag. Anyhow, you two have fun.”

As the unicorn scampered out of view, Frigid exhaled. Despite the cleaning and shower, he wouldn’t be surprised if the aroma of sex still lingered in his house. Shaking his head and turning his attention back to his sister, he found her staring daggers at him.

“That was...interesting…” Cold remarked, putting her oversized twin on the spot.

“She’s a good mare - quirky and a little different, but not bad,” he groaned.

“Good in bed or…” she trailed off, twisting the knife.

Attempting to play off the comment, Frigid shrugged. “What can I say, it gets kinda lonely in that big bed of mine.”

“Uh-huh...Well good luck with that. Just remember what dad always said,” Cold teased, leaning over the table towards him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah - Don’t stick your dick in crazy,” he murmured, shooting forward and giving her a peck on the snout. “You want to see what kind of goodies she got? If nothing else, you can take some on your trip.”

“Watching your marish figure, are you?” she laughed, steadily getting off the chair. She’d probably be a little tender for a day or so, but it probably wouldn’t impact her performance at the impending surfing competition.

“Oh yeah, totally. Gotta look good for all those little hussies out there,” Frigid snickered, trotting towards his entryway.

“Well, judging from what just sauntered out the door, you might not need to look that hard,” Cold mused, looking out the window at the fleeing unicorn. She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but something told her that having the plucky mare around would do her brother some good…