Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

Lily Viscera. Dollie Deadless. Partners in-crime and walking the lonesome road. Quiet, pondering hoofsteps met the streets of Taint Fall, each one filthy with incense. She found it queer to be 'here' at that time, marveled by the lack of flash and grandiose architecture. Nothing like the state below, Lily noted, remembering seas of corn far as anypony could see. The great farmlands, she lamented, were beautiful and leathery with manure smell. Another fetish of hers brought-on with training. Weren't they all from training. A striking truck blare brought her back to wake.

Lily cursed, walking her miles before sleep.

Escaping was immensely difficult. It called for swift action, silence and subtle distractions. But, she lamented, there was no escape from karma. No sin or virtue unpunished because who but Viscera knew that law. She smoked an ember-tipped cancer, watching cars whir and Doppler by. They passed both directions. Indiscernible were their machine ways, erratic but somehow linear over pavement. Dark pavement. At her neck lay a simple locket with Octavia's features. And, the back etched words 'Love, Octavia Melody Brazen.' Another end to her chapter. Another beginning.

If only her associate would hurry. Little Dollie had very few sentiments to appreciate if not for Octavia and Silver Spoon. Such dolls they were. A single, wretched crackle stirred the sky. It was cloudy before, but, to be rained on felt... ultimately insulting. Sometimes, the world gave to innocence. Other times, it'd crush whispers beneath the boards. Boarding piers of little minds oppressed and molested, she understood, were seldom powerful. Another wave of dirty puddle water. Only, that time, a certain somepony shielded her coat. All with one horn-erected kinetic suppression barrier, floral in pattern and shades of lilac like her sweet eyes. Her mane was long as they first met, both searching for someone somewhere at sometime. Only, they happened to share some monstrosity of a destiny.

"Dollie?" Asked the white-furred mare, tall and slender with three fleur-de-lis at her flank.

The lone incubus, in her time of winter, kept her eye down. Her other was still a blank space. A hollow nothing from being careless and, likely, foreshadowing of Lily's eventual end.

"Nightshade. I'm guessing you're a double-agent, too?" She asked, not armed, but simply studying the rainfall.

Perplexed and visibly so, she'd shift her eyes about. Wasn't there anypony in their right mind these days, she scoffed inside. Nightshade, a spoiled and well-groomed pony, helped her know. Despite being strangers, they stood comfortably across one another. Awkward with piss-laden, crinkling leaves scents but, still comfortably. For some, strange reason, they were even making eye-contact.

"... No?" Nightshade proposed, even waving her hoof in emphasis.

"Even if I was, it'd be stupid to really come alone. I've got jammers and private connections all over, so,it's not a problem anyway." The mare added, simply turning her snout.

Ah. Sweet music, Lily perked, meeting eye and eyes. The right kind of royalty. Hard to get. Her tune changed and, perhaps, her associate wasn't bad after all. Despite all her extremely illegitimate romances, she'd study that pink-kissed winter coat. And, in her probing eye, note a strange lack of shivering for somepony so barren. At least Dollie herself had fucking snake-skin boots on. The vest, unlike her stolen contractor gear, happened to be a regular, inconspicuous kevlar piece.

"Hmm... I guess that does make sense. Since- you're naked, too. No one after me would come naked." The assassin stated, up and starting a friendly, glance-heavy trot.

The streets were littered with homeless. Some, by measures of desperation, even offered them services for basic needs. Food. Shelter. Blankets and little shreds of equine comfort. Lily, in her knowledge of being used, answered with complete and utter understanding. No, she didn't make them work for sentient rights. She used her pocket bits to feed and clothe anypony she could. Because some people were heartless and someponies couldn't feel anything but rocking sensation. And goodness, of charitable depths, was a rocking sensation.

A green bird flew above them, taking air and vanishing into dotted scope.

"Hey." Nightshade hushed, watching their six, but, also staring at her associate.

"Yeah?"

"You... you are Dollie, right? You're not her double, or a friend or something?" The royal inquired, brows-dipped in honest confusion.

"Because, I thought Dollie Deadless was an assassin. You're just... sort of nice and understanding."

That made her snort. But, embarrassingly so because she didn't like snorting. So, the mare in kevlar watched her friend's perception warp. Another soul to the call. Another mind on the wall. They crossed a busy stoplight, so entranced in one another, they barely noted the nearby police station. She didn't care, however, because they couldn't do anything. No warrant had it out for her and They were too powerful. Lily pushed her designated 'stop' button, hoping it wasn't purely cosmetic. It took minutes before an answer came.

"'Nice' might be a bit much for a rapist- But, that's okay. Thanks for the compliment. I'm, um, used to seeing ponies starve and shiver. So, I try and give to homeless whenever I can. Plus. Equestria's a shitty place. It doesn't need to be shittier." Lily answered, speaking in happy, lax tones.

Why. Because why not enjoy not being shot at..

'Oh,' her associate murmured, glancing back, but elsewhere every so often. Was it really the same pony that off'd Shining. Or, perhaps, the same one she'd promised to meet and share details with? Nopony had time for kindness. And, more, no time for sentiments. So, why did a life-long murderer think so highly of equine concepts like charity and empathy. Her mind, wandered a thousand acres, stopped in shoulder-tapped attention. Lily gave a worried glance, unsure of Nightshade's mid-crossing halt.

"O-oh, haha-! Silly me, I should... walk better next time." The mare shook, nervous in hot, cherry shame.

"It's fine, baby. Let's get to Garbage Money, or whatever his name is, though. Over a joe if you're up for it." Her friend giggled, airy and lithe with... something attractive.

Lily herself? She didn't notice. Ponies were always flirting with her, or making passes, but... who'd love a freak like that.

Nightshade's warm, burning smile made her double-take, however, each time separating their eyes. And each time, a soft, crooked grin over Lily's rounded features. Another mare to chat and trot with. Maybe an angel, the incubus hoped, but, shallowly so. The streets of Taint Fall were crisp and smelled of home-cooked happiness beyond the roaming methane. Wafting, rolling scents of easy-going rice noodle soups and coconut cream curries. Marvelous, Lilly shuddered, reminded, perhaps, of her own childhood. In unison, they spoke with little destination, only toward a simple sandwich shop.

"So, your name's Nightshade? Oh, or, your 'alias's Nightshade, right?" Dollie inquired, watching her beet-red transformation.

Another bit, another tsundere.

"W-well... I don't know why you'd say that, but, yes. I'll tell you my real name inside. But, you first. How come you're unhoofed? Shouldn't you pack?" Her friend inquired, staring at something utterly horrific.

A naked, feral equine galloped about the streets. He screamed something about 'bugs' and 'watching'. Another victim of the crooked cartel freedoms further down. Lily missed the days Minis Soda and Iota were part of a corn belt and not a massive drug ring. If she didn't mention it before, maybe that was apathy for something so stupidly selfish. Her friend might've tensed in shock, but, she hoof-led Princess Fashion Model toward Butcher Pete's. A simple bell greeted their entry. And, to her surprise, it was much more than a sandwich shop. By sheer chance, they stumbled into culinary genius. Legal equine. Legal griffin. Possibly legal foal if she recognized those flank measurements.

Lily's mouth watered.