Corner Pocket

Chapters

First Round Draught Picks
Sperms and Conditions
Rack City

First Round Draught Picks

“Come on, Rappid; it’s obvious that they’re not here,” said Stellar Flare.

Rappid Fires clutched her vest closer to her body. It’d taken several weeks for this arrangement to begin, and the travel had finally led them to the front of Tekky’s potion shop. For their deal today, this venue would require touch words and even tougher stances - Rappid held a fragile but advantageous position. And outside the oak facade of the ‘Potions n’ Stuff’stor, those three mares - Rappid Fires, Spoiled Rich, and Stellar Flare - were even sturdier.

"It's just because we're early," Rappid said.

“Which we wouldn’t need to be if we knew who wrecked our Zap Apple Jam shipment yesterday...“ Spoiled groused.

Rappid grinned reassuredly at Spoiled. “As the Guards' reports - and Applejack - said, it only looked like a theft. Nothing was taken.”

“Yet, I’m not up for wholly trusting the Guard on matters this sensitive yet.” Stellar said. Her voice took on the confident air that’d drawn Rappid to her so many years ago, as a negotiator for their group called Dead Serious. Stellar had recently found happiness at home in Sire’s Hollow, and despite the attitude, Spoiled still cared for Diamond Tiara.

Rappid refused to interfere in her friends’ happiness, despite her own fledgling attempts to find her own. But if she could seize upon this potion Tekky had, that could change for her… and Featherweight, her adopted son.

“Why not? They seem to have this case well in hand. And we’ve got a great new deal with this potion shop that will more than make up for it!” Rappid said.

“Oh, Rappid - we got lucky that I pulled enough strings to get an investigation started with this vandalism case!” tutted Stellar, drawing her teal jacket closer to her. Regardless of the sweltering sun above, though, Stellar didn't sweat a drop.

“Well, somepony - or someponies - was on top of it. The top of the crate’s got this big cavity. Maybe the robbers got frustrated?” Rappid said.

Stellar chuckled. “That’s not a thing I’ve known as of late….”

Rappid fought back a groan. Spoiled did not, however. “Again with this?! We get it, you're Stellar, you're wonderful in helping ponies find what they need, you don't like wearing shirts under your jackets. No need to lord it over us!”

Stellaronly giggled at Spoiled's words. Even her boobs, only barely kept back by the 'V" in the jacket's zipper, jiggled fitfully. “And you probably won’t be lording stuff over me anytime soon, Spoiled. I know all about your delightful blackmail stash, and I have no intention of expanding it. Even for a fellow business pony,” she said.

“Still, Stellar, it’s a shame we don’t even know your new squeeze's name. Diamond and Featherweight might take a liking to your new partner - we could visit you more often.” Rappid said.

"In due time, Rappid. Just know that a certain town up north was made by his wonderful daughter."

"Well, I'd like to meet that daughter sometim-" A creaking of the door to Potions N’ Stuff cut off Rappid. “Nevermind. We’re here for a different mix, Stellar - one worth more than ten crates of Zap Jam. One which, unlike those crates, I won’t have to pay twice on.”

“Sounds expensive.”

Rappid could tell Tekky’s arrival from her world-wearied tone before she even saw her. With her rich indigo fur, a white top and shorts, and startling heterochromatic eyes, Tekky cut an impressive figure.

Closing the door behind her and approaching Dead Serious with an exaggerated saunter was her assistant. She… was far more well known than Tekky, in all the most salacious ways.

Leech, was it? Thought Rappid as her eyes traveled over the maroon-and-white top and bikini shorts she wore. Leech’s slitted violet eyes, however subconsciously turned a more tantalizing target; Rappid’s breasts. Soon, a fire within Leech’s heart grew at seeing just how well-stacked Dead Serious' racks were.

Rappid’s brain demanded she tell off Leech for ogling her tits - or at least, focus on the liquid-filled golden flask twirling between Leech’s fingers. Despite this good counsel, Rappid’s eyes were hooked to Leech's herself. All too soon, Leech noticed it. “See something you like?” she asked.

Stellar chuckled. “Me and everypony el-”

Rappid made Stellar shut up with one steely-eyed glance. The second Tekky realized what the potion in Leech’s hands could do, she’d ask for the farm. Double that if Stellar irked Tekky by propositioning her assistant. Now was not the time to give away their useful negotiating position.

Thankfully, Tekky only cocked an eyebrow at Stellar’s quip before turning to Rappid. “Wow, Miss Fires. No magic or mink, and you still got them wrapped around your finger.”

“Hello to you too, Tekky,” Rappid said curtly. “And my fingers are fine where they are.”

“Wrapped around my big hard, liquid full… flask, perhaps?” whistled Leech.

“Ah, Leech. How wonderful to see you upright again.” Spoiled huffed. “Who’s the lucky cum depositor this time?"

Leech, intending to talk about flattery and how it’d get Spoiled everywhere with her, was cut off byTekky. “A married pony. Mighta heard of her; last name ‘Fuckin-Biznis’, first name ‘Nunya’.”

“On the subject of business,” Rappid said. “We’re here to do some. I take it that’s the Draught being juggled in your assistant's hands, Tekky?”

“Draught of Debauchery, yeah,” Tekky replied. “Sparkles more than Carrot Cola, twice as sweet, and wonderful for prepping pegasi stallions for ponut-pounding. You have the thousand bits for it?”

Blushing furiously at the thoroughly unintended use of that Draught, Rappid said, “...yes.”

Calm down, her mind said. Tekky doesn’t know that’s not the limb the Draught’s supposed to be used on. Just shut it, get the potion, and watch the pegasi’ race’s speed limits double overnight.

Tossing that very Draught into Tekky’s hands, Leech shamelessly stepped closer to Rappid. Instantly, her fingers jabbed into the rock-hard abdomen of Rappid, making the pegasus jump. “Hmm, you certainly have the bits, Rappid... ” she purred. “Maybe you can get more than that lube if you want the ride.”

Tekky’s left eyebrow shot up. “We’re in the middle of a deal, Leech! Keep it out of her pants for one day!”

“Okay fine…” Leech said. “I can start with you first again, but you always get tight-lipped when I’m-”

Both Spoiled and Tekky stared disbelieving at Leech. “...you cannot be serious right now.”

“Dead serious, actually.” Stellar flipped out a card and showed it to Tekky. “Seriously. Dead Serious. Like it. Invest in it. Put it on your longest limb - whoops, seems I found it.” Stellar’s eyes flashed toward the very visible lump in Tekky’s shorts before she continued. “Also, ignore Spoiled; we recently had to pen out a restraining order on her behalf.”

Folding her arms, Tekky snorted. “Spoiled needs paper to keep ponies away from her now?”

Rappid sighed. “Specifically, away from Spoiled’s mane. Stellar’s prank during Lotus and Aloe’s session at the spa. It... did some damage. Going near Spoiled’s hair costs two bits now.” Under her breath, she hissed at Spoiled. “I told you before, not all accidents are enablers if you leave them be! The hair thing stopped with you-”

“Like ponies flicking gold coins at me stopped with me?” Spoiled whispered back. “Because that ended with my dear Tiara being handed empty glasses like some common waitress by Fl-”

“Two bits per mane-touch, Raps? That includes the cost of the ten-foot pole I’d need to want to be near her?” the potion maker asked. Rappid’s gaze shot back to Tekky. Damn it, stir potions, not pots, Tekky! she wanted to shout.

Spoiled’s face turned beet-red. “Cute retort, Tekky. Which mother of yours did you kiss with that mouth?“ she snorted

“Spoiled, please!” Rappid said, shooting out her hand. It pushed back Spoiled just as she looked ready to move toward Tekky. ”Just please get out the bit case for Tekky, we’re losing sunlight.”

Tekky took several seconds to look over all three of the mares before her. Seriously, what are three business ponies doing asking for pegasi dick-lube? she thought. And since they'd shown up, Rappid had been holding back her associates from either sizing her up or putting her down. Yet Rappid Fires had come all this way from Cloudsdale for this simple mix. It almost made her think there was more to the Draught if Dead Serious was this dead-set on getting it.

With a snap, Spoiled finally opened her briefcase, the packets of bits within making both Tekky and Leech drool. Rappid took it into her hands soon after, snapping it shut. “Stellar, Spoiled, if you’d move for a second so we could-”

“Yes indeed, move. The professionals need to talk now,” said the disembodied voice echoing around all five mares. Snapping into existence, Jet Set’s debut had both Rappid and Leech doubling back in surprise. Puffing up his well-kept mane, Jet turned to Rappid and said, “Especially about the jam my business partners and I find myself in thanks to Dead Serious.”

“If this is about the Apple Jam shipment, you can clearly see we have bits enough for you both!” Rappid said.

“Yes well; money’s not what I’m looking for-” Jet said. “-buuuut, since we're short a shipment of Zap Jam, I can always settle for something different. Entitlements are nothing next to entertainment; something Upper Crust and Fleur knows all about.”

Only Rappid saw Leech’s face darken at the mention of Fleur. “Get the Draught and let’s go,” Spoiled hissed to Rappid, her face also twisting in disdain. “I want nothing to do with that family-disgracing plothole Fleur.”

“Doth my eyes deceive me? Is it really you, Spoiled? I didn’t know the ‘Potions n’ Stuff’ sign referred to ‘stuffed pigs’.”

Rappid, Tekky, and Stellar paled upon seeing the other new intruder on their deal. Fleur de Lis soon appeared at Jet Set’s side via a burst of pink sparkles. Every part of Fleur was either full of soft curves (like her hips and the ruffles of her pink mink coat) or sharp (like her horn, or her steely eyes). Fleur cut a startlingly impressive figure, only shorter than Stellar and twice as prominent in the chest department.

“Wonderful to meet you too, Fleur; still basking in that asbestos nest you call home?” Spoiled replied icily. Even Rappid noticed the change in Spoiled's voice. This wasn’t the ‘I live in a mansion’ tone, it was the ‘but I’d burn it down for five seconds with you in a dark alley’ tone.

“All fifty rooms and twelve showers of it, Madame Rich,” Fleur replied. “And you’re in no room to talk about mishandled possessions, with what happened with my Zap Apple Jam.”

Stellar cockily snorted.

“Shows what you know, Fleur! That shipment was in the warehouse behind this potion store! the only ones who even knew it was there-”

Tekky’s left hand slapped over Stellar’s mouth. “-likely skip town right now, and nopony’s business if they were!”

“Believe me, Miss Tekky, your business is the last place I’d want any part of me to be,” Fleur said. Then she turned to Rappid. “Since you are the head of your little outfit, I hold you responsible, Madame Fires.”

“Holy crap, you’re actually the leader?” Tekky said to Rappid.

“Indeed I am - of our partnership, and UnFeather’d United.” Tooting her own horn wasn’t a common gesture by Rappid. But that photography shop chain was her pride and joy - named after her bigger pride and joy, Featherweight. Even now, his grinning face and boundless energy remind Rappid of her treasured youth, one she’d hoped to move past with Spoiled and Stellar. Well, until these two dinosaurs called Jet Set and Fleur showed up.

“Hmm. Thought it was a joke. Really nice to meet you then.” Tekky shot out a hand to her, Rappid smiling warmly as she shook it. “Really looking forward to doing Upp-doing business! Business. With you.”

And suddenly, the warm feeling in Rappid was gone. “I.. see.” Back to Jet Set, the pegasus’ eyes went. “Can we talk about this later, Fleur-”

“As your… peculiarly endowed equine friend has said…” Fleur went on. “...Upper Crust is upstairs in Miss Tekky’s shop. I shall simply talk with Tekky’s assistant in private. Then we can discuss how your game of pool will go with them.”

Leech’s eyes, and ear - rose at the option Fleur offered. “Pool?”

“Think I didn’t know? I’ve heard of your winning run in Rainbow Falls’ pool halls, Rappid… and of Leech’s special time in Las Pegasus’ casinos. I assume you’re here for more of the same, non?”

Both mares blushed. “So long behind me, but… yeah. Two tournament wins. And perfect for our little negotiation, since bits aren’t movin’ yet.” Leech admitted. “I’m game. You and me-mano a mono, for the Draught. You get that if you’re lucky, Rappid.” Leech’s eyes dilated as she turned to Jet Set switching to a lusty purr. “And maybe some of what’s behind door number two, if I’m lucky.”

“What are you doing, Leech?”! Tekky hissed. “We’re gonna need every last bit if they find out about what really happened with that Jam shipment!”

“Right. Yeah. Oooor-I could make Rappid so lust-drunk she won’t care about it.” Leech whispered back.

Behind them both, Rappid’s eyebrows rose. “I-I’ve had one tourney win in billiards, yes. But how have I not heard of you, Leech? Las Pegasus surely would have told of such a decorated mare.”

Leech sheepishly grinned. “Well, of course you wouldn’t - I got kicked out at the third tourney. Most of the casino bet on what I could do and take with a pair of dice in my hand. It got a bit too good one day and, well-”

“Right, gonna be in the shop’s lower levels; call me up when you’re reaaaaaady!” Rappid quickly trotted off to the door, giving one last look to the delightful bounce Leech’s milk-jugs gave as she moved past her.

“..to not screw on tables I likely played croupier at!” Rappid’s mind finished for her as she disappeared around the bend.

“...sorry, I don’t get it.” Stellar said.

Spoiled rolled her eyes. “Alright, Stellar; five seconds, then the order’s back on. Reputation to uphold and all.”

Leaning in, Stellar waited as she took in Spoiled’s whispers. “Oh, Leech! You nasty mare!” Leech only stopped momentarily to turn her bedroom eyes onto Stellar’s outraged ones as the whispers continued. “Oh, Leech… you nasty mare…” she said in a far more alluring tempo. Leech cackled at Stellar’s words, as she disappeared behind Potions n’ Stuff’s backdoor with Fleur.

Tekky rolled her eyes, which then caught the glint of Upper Crust’s eyes, as the unicorn -clad in a skin-tight sleeveless turtleneck and purple skirt- waved to her from the window of her shop‘s second floor. Tekky’s maremeat surged inside her suffocating shorts, but she held firm as she watched the show.

With a licentious tug, Upper Crust pulled down her polyester skirt, peach-yellow skin revealed with every inch. Soon Upper's lions were bare against her shop's window. She breathed on the window until it fogged, writing Don't You Wish You Were Inside? with a dainty finger. Then that same finger dipped lower, until it pressed against Upper's puffy clit.

Tek bit her lip. Upper Crust'd been here earlier after stopping by the warehouse behind her shop. Since then, Upper'd been almost as shameless a flirt as Leech on pointing out how hot she'd become. This, however... is too fucking much. Tekky thought.

Her hips slowly rolled as Spoiled and Stellar went inside her shop, maremeat straining against her shorts in the summer heat. But the tension was only growing, as Upper Crust upped her game. Two of her finger plunged into her cunt, hammering her folds within seconds. Her tongue came out, licking a stripe up the panes of glass as her hips thrust against the window sill. Even though Tekky couldn't hear the sloshing sounds of that juicy slit being pounded, the soft thunk thunk thunk of hips meeting wooden railing called to her.

Tekky had to refuse that call, though. Very aware that she was in the middle of a sparsely populated but still public street, the dickmare's head lowered. Keeping Upper Crust in her periphery, Tekky sensually thrust her hips forward, the building tent in her pants all the motivation Upper needed to continue.

Upper Crust threw back her head, purple-and-white locks swinging around her neck and chest. The boob window in the center of her shirt jiggled, smooshing lightly against the window as she refocused on Tekky. Tekky's mouth went dry, thinking about what those nipples brushing the glass tasted like. Probably as lemony as her skin looked, as the sweat trickled delightfully down yellow arms and tits in rivers.

Tekky was as close to air-fucking as she could be. Her heterochromatic eyes narrowing as she mouthed out Fuuuck...
to the pony a floor away from her. Soon, Tek's eyes widened seeing the force of Upper Crust's orgasm, her hips crushing into the lip of the window as the bottom paned of glass got polished with sparkling marecum.

After Upper rolled back behind the window's edge, Tekky quickly looked down. Had to make sure she hadn't made a mess either. Thankfully only the slightest dots of pre soaked her shorts' crotch, about the size of a fingernail or five.

Adjusting her shorts, Tekky trotting into her store - blowing raspberries at anypony still staring at her. Apparently, Potions n' Stuff was becoming ground zero for something big. If Upper was being this forward with her teasing and Dead Serious was traveling almost cross-country for her Draught, Tekky was sure this would build to a head. But whatever this meant for her and Leech's future, Tekky had a dawning feeling that it might be bigger than she could ever comprehend. “What’s Fleur's real game here, Upper...?” Tekky whispered.

Sperms and Conditions

Jet Set grinned. “What a coincidence Rappid, us meeting here! We really must get different travel agents.”

Rappid wasn't listening to Jet Set at this point. Nope, definitely not. Wearing out the floor in Potions n’ Stuff’s second floor with her pacing wasn’t exactly a good way to spend time after her exchange had been so swiftly interrupted. Doing so with only Jet and Fleur in the cramped office space… yeah, more issues. “Jumping for joy here,” Rappid finally sighed.

“Well, you’re quite different from Leech,” Fleur said. “I’m glad I’ll get to see you in action soon.”

Jet Set snickered. “You see, that pool match you agreed to with Leech - well, besides it being a thin cover to see who scales Jet Setter Mountain first...”

“Nopony calls it that,” both Rappid and Fleur remarked.

“Upper Crust had no problems with calling it that... the first time.” Jet Set muttered under his breath.

Rappid rolled her eyes. “She also had no problems with flashing us when we walked in here, Jet.”

“How about another flash, this time?” Upper Crust asked after readjusting her shirt, soon flipping up a box camera. The POOF as it took a snapshot of the gathered ponies startled Rappid. Upper Crust then fluttered her eyelashes at Rappid as she finished rubbing the spots from her eyes. “I'll see you all later, I truly hope.” Upper’s horn lit up, a pulse of light porting her out of the room with a sorcerous snap.

“So what is this about, again?” moaned Rappid. “Because I feel I’ve lost the plot.”

“Then allow us, the beautiful ponies, to enlighten you.” Fleur fluffed her coat’s collar, soft waves of furry pink settling around her shoulders and the desk she was stretching across. “Thirty thousand bits that Zap Apple shipment cost, Rappid. Somepony’s rump is getting roasted for it.”

“Was your husband’s not enough?” Rappid said. Jet Set slapped a hand over his mouth before Fleur could see the grin spreading across it.

“If the last five weren’t, Madame Rappid, what makes you think Fancy Pants would?” Fleur dryly said. “Now what’re you going to do about that smashed shipment?”

Instantly, Rappid whipped out a checkbook and balanced it in the crook of her left wing, a pen twirling in her hand. “Move the decimal on this one point to the right, for starters,” Rappid said.

“I am no longer asking for money, Rappid. As Jet said, only entertainment fills that empty space you've left for me..” Fleur snorted. “My concern is for these two mares you’re trying to get a different concoction from.”

“Who, Leech and Tekky? They seem pretty harmless. Though I’m certain the white-spotted one has your taste in stallions.” Rappid pointed out. “Or rather, volume.”

“Hilarious.” Jet Set said. “I’m starting to wonder if you speak in nothing but insults.”

Rappid tented her fingers together. “If you think this is an insult, I assure you, I would never hold sex… against Leech.” Almost immediately, Rappid pinched her nose.“Right, I’m done. The heat got to me. Continue.”

“You’ve got a good point before though, Rappid.” Jet Set added. “We’ve had enough of the bit players around Equestria too. And both your group and Tekky’s have qualified for that over the last few days.”

“So, that pool match you two are in? It will make my decision on that shipment loss easy.” Fleur said. “Because the loser’s business will be bought out by moi, and any owners of it given the hoof.” One of her long legs flipped onto the table as she did so, the smooth pink coat twinkling in the sunlight.

Jet Set nodded. “Yup. Either those harlots’ potion shop… or your chain of photograph shops. I’ve been trying to buy out that glorified kindle pile called Potions n’ Stuff for months now. Thanks for making it easy for us with this contest."

“What?!” Rappid shot to her feet. “This is clearly a hostile takeover! No wonder Spoiled and Leech hate you, Fleur!”

“Not being us is why she hates us, Rappid.” Ignoring Rappid’s scowl, Jet continued. “Do go ahead and blab, Rappid, I’ll take that as the forfeit it is. But really? I don’t think you can afford it.”

Rappid’s expression faded into neutral as she finally realized the gravity of the situation. Being a business-pony, she knew when to go for third options when she wasn't enough to do it herself. “Can’t forfeit if I don’t play. I shall simply find the Princess and let her know of your insanity.”

“Well-”

“A well is where you sate your thirst when the watercolt you’re blowing gets lazy.” Rappid straightened her tie, turned around, and marched for the door. “I, however, am leaving you and conducting actual business on another day, Lis. Preferably a day after the Elements are done showing you what true friendship’s produce. Till next time, you two.”

A snap behind Rappid as she turned to leave brought the final puzzle piece into Fleur’s hand. “Fine then, you can catch these photos in the Canterlot Times instead of her. Pity; your son might not like what he sees of his mother.”

Rappid turned to see what Jet was holding and the breath shot out of her lungs at the sight. “I-I’ve never been near that smashed shipment!” she yelled. Yet, the photos before her provided proof to the contrary, literally sitting on one edge of the cracked cases. Then, she noticed how familiar the sitting pose was to the one she’d given when Upper Cru- “THAT’S why you had Upper Crust with a camera, my flank!”

“Pool match is at my home at noon tomorrow. No-show, and those pictures will go to everypony worth reaching by tomorrow. Sweet Apple Acres’ chief farmer first.” Fleur said. “I’m sure you can explain to her what the truth is before she chews you out - I mean, chew you up.”

Rappid’s teeth flash out in a growl. Suddenly, the memories of Cloudsdale laughing at her piteous wing speed record decades ago flashed in her mind. The memory turning her cheeks red. “Give me that!” Thankfully, her hand’s swipe got her the photo, before she threw it out of the shop’s window.

“Take it, Fires; Upper Crust has more on her.” Jet was a pompous ass, but Rappid detected no deception in his eyes. “Oh, and don’t bother looking for her either; she’s in a secret location for her safety. Seems there are just so many ponies so clumsy with valuables these days.”

“Is she in your house?” hissed Rappid.

“That’s the second place anypony would look. I do hope you’re more on your game when you face Leech. Wouldn’t want to see you choke up, after all. Oh, no - I meant chalked up. Sorry, thought came to me like a... ‘Bolt from the blue. A pity you weren’t one.” A flip of his fluffed mane, and suddenly Rappid’s eyes squeezed shut in impotent rage.

The second Rappid opened them again, she felt empty air, now outside Potions n’ Stuff. She still stood even as Jet Set leaned out of the second-floor window. Peering at her, he dryly remarked. “We’ll see you at Fleur’s.”

Rappid grumbled as she folded her arms. Inside, however, her brain was almost blitzing out. She had to beat Leech - a move that would certainly put these fledgling mares on the street - or watch her rep go down the sewers lining that street. This time, the utter despair of her situation - and how powerless she was in the face of it - finally hit home. She thought of Featherweight, of the countless horse behind her partnerships that made up Dead Serious, of so much she cou-

“You realize he’s talking shit, right?”

Leech’s voice was almost like a jumper cable to Rappid’s heart. “H-how?! I thought you disappeared after your talk, Leech?”

“Nah. Just sat here, thinking of whatever little thing Jet did to get you so hot.” Leech cocked her hips. “‘Sides’ what’s between his legs.”

This time, Rappid only stared at the unicorn before her, still laid back on the store’s wall. “Look, Leech. I’m quite aware of your reputation. Charmed as I am that I’ve made your list, I have other things to think about.”

“Like how you’re s’pposed to fuck me over in that pool match?”

Rappid slowly dragged a hand down her face again, pinching her snout. Of course a Leech attentive enough to scout out so much about them had some way of keeping an eye upon her and Tek's shop. “I… well, yes. I assume you’ve got some spell to overhear our convo?”

“Nah. Just this somepony threw this out a window.” Leech flipped up the photo of Rappid before her wide eyes. “Also, I guessed it from when Fleur told me to win cuz Jet Set bet her I couldn’t.”

“Jet Set mentioned no bet!” No, Rappid mentally scolded herself. Wrong question. “What’d he wager for your win?”

Leech smirked. “What else? I wanted to see what kept Upper Crust so attached to Jet. Any ego that big’s gotta be fueled by a hell of a fuckstick. Especially since Fleur didn’t play ball… slurper with me.” Leech’s lips pursed in comtemplation. “Given that you look like he decided to ram it in you? Well, it seems we both got screwed anyway.”

“Yeah, well, you’re right,” Rappid said. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked back into the potion shop, ready to call Spoiled and Stellar on her decision.

Leech’s hand clamping on her shoulder stopped her. “And just what are you doin’?”

“Since you can’t throw this fight, I have to. This started because of the Zap Apple destruction.” Rappid said. “My responsibility. I’d hoped the Draught deal would smooth this all over, but-”

“But you didn’t even do that!” Leech said. “And you said that you’re gonna lose out on the biggest payday of your life if you lose!”

“I thank you for your sympathy Leech, but it’s not because of some love of punishment tha-”

“No! I mean it’s not your fault because... Tekky and I fucked on it, okay?!” Leech groused. “Look, Raps… you’ve already got enough shit without letting these bastards scare you over shit I did.”

Rappid was silent for a second. “I’m sorry, you did what?” she finally croaked.

---- One Day Prior ---

Both Leech and Tekky fell against the storeroom wall, both mouths crashing against each other as their hips surged into one another. “Damn it Leech, all day."

“Shit, Tekky, I’m such a bad attendant.” Leach moaned as her liplock with Tekky broke. “Aren’t you gonna discipline me?”

“Damn right I am.” And with those four words. Tekky’s hands pulled, shredding the frilly dress shirt Leech was wearing. Springy breaths flopped out from that prison, Tekky clutching them as their bodies thrust against one another. This time, Tekky’s hands were unrestrained, roughly kneading at Leech’s plump ass.

“So long since we’ve been this rough.” Breaking their kiss again, and growling needily at the roll Leech’s hips given into her bulge-heavy groin, Tekky swiveled her head downwards. Soon, her teeth sank into the patches of skin next to Leech’s neck. For the briefest of seconds, Tekky’s hands left Leech’s book-stamped flanks, moving to her own crotch. Belt loops flipped out, zippers got yanked down, and finally Tekky’s blue palms closed around her freed cockflesh.

Leech, not then or before, had ever tired of seeing Tekky pull out that heat-seeker of a cock. Veins danced around that footlong like her tongue so often did, fitting for how thick it was; almost as wide as the arm holding it. In fact, their rush into the room to hide from Applejack had been to keep her from noticing Leech noisily slurping at her meatrod. The proof of that lewd act still glistened upon it from tip to medial ring, Tekky giving it a few more pumps to spread that saliva further.

Leech’s eyes were locked onto a different sight; the powerful bobs of Tekky’s other head as she laid kisses on her collarbone. Leech’s wanton wail rang out over Tekky’s mane, mimicking the rattle as their hips collided against a crate in the barely lit storehouse. Tekky’s hands were still grinding together her boobs, and the sparks those clenched fingers gave her as they crushed over her nipples made Tekky thrash against the dickmare.

“Ffffuck, so wet,” Tekky hissed. Leech’s needy clit was sliding over her cock, slathering every inch of it in smears of marecum. The second Leech’s hands started twisting in her own nipples however, Tekky’s need for dominance returned. Shoving Leech into the crate, she relished in both the debased gasp Leech gave. The give in that crate’s corner as it sagged around her assistant’s supple curves made her feel amazingly powerful, too.

“Rut me, please! Tekk-ah!” Leech moaned.

The potion shopkeeper didn’t waste a second, shoving apart Leech’s legs as she braced her arms on the top of the crates. Soon, that dip in the crate sank further in as Tekky leveled her massive member at the sopping cunt of Leech. Her whorish moans send goosebumps down Tekky’s coat, making her hips slide forward thirstily. Tekky’s colossal cock slid between Leech’s ass cheeks, hotdogging them as she gasped at the friction.

Tekky tore her lips away from an obsidian tit, then took Leech’s lips again in a searing kiss. Even now, the burning need to hold Leech, breed her, possess her stemmed from that fear she’d disappear if Tekky let go. Lost in that kiss, Tekky’s skin bristled at how close she was to losing Leech, after finding her in the basement of her shop that Leech lived in behind Tekky’s back. Her destitute state made Tekky employ Leech to assist her with running Potions’ n’ Stuff, and every moment afterwards made Tekky more determined to hold Leech as tight as she could.

Preferably, Tek wanted to split anything keeping her from keeping Leech, her greedy cunt at the top of the list. Right now, it only seems to exist to be filled by every other stallion Leech came across. But tonight, it belonged to her, and she was gonna fill her lovely assistant full of cum. Then the both of them see through those three mare’s buying of that Draught of Debauchery, and maybe she’d breed Leech again.

Finally aligning her shaft with that dripping slit of Leech, Tekky finally plunged in. A foot-and-a-half of surging maredick shot into Leech’s pussy with a wet schlicking noise. Two slutty and blaring wails shot from both mares’ lips as the thrashed against each other, locked together at last. “Take me,” stammered Leech, her legs wrapping around Tekky’s waist.

“Don’t tell the boss what to do, you insatiable slut,” tittered Tekky. Then she found the light blush at Leech’s cheeks and she stopped for a second to take it in. Slowly her hips retracted, Leech’s drooling cunt clinging the knot of her member as it pulled out of the blunt tip. The second the strain on Leech’s indigo hips hit their peak, Leech let out a needy pant, right into Tekky’s ear. The dickmare lost control at the end, slamming into Leech with all the care of a runaway train.

Leech’s wail made her own violet eyes roll into her head, her horn sparkling slightly at the filling. Purple sparks danced over Tekkys skin as she roughly fucked her assistant into the crate, the dent in their crate further and further back. And Leech loved it more with each rump-rippling thrust. Her tail lashed out, getting covered in the same rainbow stains that were seeping around her braced arms and torso. And somehow, the sparks shooting through her cock-hungry body had intensified from their previous sessions, making the grip she had on Tekky tighten.

But if Tekky wanted to complain about the pressure on Leech's limbs as the wrapped iron-tight around her, it never got voiced. The dickmare’s rutting became rougher, her savage slams causing Leech’s tits to slap against her chin. It really did feel like the swelling teste swinging under her thighs, and Tekky wanted to take them like Leech at tongue-bathed her ballsack minutes before.

Quickly, Tekky took to Leech’s obsidian flesh orbs like she was in a drought-stricken field. Slurping at Leech’s tit, the potion shopkeeper heaved her hips up further, the adjustment letting her batter Leech’s G-spot with every swift stroke of her shaft. That bud of nerves within Leech’s pussy twitched more frantically than Leech’s legs did, the assistant was too thunderstruck to hold her grip.

And thanks to all this and more, Tekky was close, ready to unload again in the mare she loved so much. Leech was swinging her head like a pendulum, her bliss-baked brain trying to get enough senses back to focus on Tekky’s heterochromatic eyes.

“Cum for me, Leech,” Tekky growled, hilting into her mare one last time.

Of course, Leech was far from a normal mare, and it showed in that hybrid moment. “Oh yesss!” Leech hummed as she came. Right behind her was Tekky, just as the first waves of fresh marecum, claimed Tekky’s sheath. Her cock flare swelled, then burst its gates, ropes of sticky seed flooding Leech’s womb like no tomorrow. Wave after wave, Tekky slowly filled her wailing assist, each positioning of her hips a further extent to Leech’s orgasm and her prowess.

Both mares collapsed against each other, the ruined parcel behind them now a cushion to them. The tarp wedged and cuddled over their bodies as they panted into each other’s mouths, sharing light kisses as their afterglow washed over them.

After a minute, Tekky pulled back to check her prowess. Her face fell at the slight swell in Leech’s belly; to her dismay, most of her cum splattered out to the grated, floor gallons of virile seed lost to the basement below.

“Damn it,” Tekky cursed. Her teeth ground together as she looked back into Leech’s eyes, sure that she'd fallen short of Leech’s lofty cum-bath standards.

But then she was reassured, once again, but the blow-out violet eyes of Leech’s. This almost never followed one of the many orgasms Leech drew out a day. At least, not without the sudden call for another. As the seconds passed back, Leech’s finger tucked into Tek's swollen lip and tugged up. “Really gonna need to continue this discipline tomorrow, Tekky.”

Several pants later, the dickmare responded. “Gladly, Leech.” Her head rested against Leech's, the sweet intermingling on their brows delightfully cool on their skin. Their hearts, however; those still burned for each other, surely as if they were stuck in a volcano.

“Really love you, Tekky.”

“You too, Leech.”

~~~Now Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Shit-Creek Cruise~~~

“That’s both relieving and disturbing.” Rappid tried to go for the door again.

Leech again stopped between her and the door. “Wait, what?” I said we busted that Zap-Apple shipment. You’re free now. Go tell Fleur to stuff it, I’m sure she and I can come to each other cl-I mean, come to some understanding.”

“Yes, well, Fleur had Upper Crust doctor photos of me on those crates.” Leech’s gasp rang around the room as Rappid continued. “And if Upper was there to make those photos…”

Leech paled again. “Then she knew of me doin’ it already...” Her maw set into a scowl. “Well, my romp with Jet’s over. No amount of footlong cock’s worth this screwjob.’

“An admirable stance. But it doesn’t stop my decision.”

“It shou-!” Leech stopped, finally settling her hands on Rappid’s shoulders. “Okay. Look, Raps. Don’t know ya, not sure we'll meet again, might regret that. Seriously, you look like a good 7, 8 tops.” Leech said. “Don’t let how very fuckable you are prevent you from seeing these three rich-bitches want one of us to fall and another heading for it.”

“Then maybe that’s my fate, Leech,” Rappid said, after a long span of silence.

“Fuck sorta businesspony believes in fate?!”

“This isn’t about fate!” Rappid sighed wearily, looking through the door’s window. “When I met Spoiled, she and another stallion - who were once friends of mine - bet me I could help change her in a week. Cackled about the sucker bet they pulled on me in the spa. Pity they didn’t check their surroundings; Spoiled heard and played along to help me come out on top.”

“Didn’t think Spoiled had it in her.”

“Lots of ponies are like that,” Rappid said past Leech’s snicker. Her weariness leaking into every syllable she spoke. “That’s why I wanted the Draught. Thought it’d help me make up for my screwup. But now, if I beat you, my new tormentor gets your friends’ store. I lose…”

Leech snort. “All over some stupid brew? Can’t we just hand it to Fleur and be done with it?”

Rappid’s mouth fell open, lost in contemplation about giving away her sole advantage. At this point, though... “It doesn’t matter, since one of us is losing a home after today,” Rappid said. “The potion Tekky has isn’t just to make a pegasus’s holes feel fuckin’ tingly. It streamlines their wing feathers; make it easier for them to accelerate in the air.”

Leech took several seconds to consider the implications - Then another to realize the fire-sale price that Tekky was giving them for it. Then Rappid’s tight-lippedness during the others’ interference. “... you wanted it off us on the cheap, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question this time.

“... Yeah. Again, though, it doesn't matter. Because of my selfishness, two mares will suffer by tomorrow. You and Tekky, or Spoiled and Stellar.” Rappid curtly turned for the door, her posture stiff and solemn. “The latter, they’ll forgive me. The former, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, Equestria’s not used to Rappid Fires… they’re used to Rappid failing.”

Rappid, her heart literally in her horseshoes, turned away from Leech. The lecherous unicorn watched Rappid shamble back toward the potion shop’s door. “Hmph. Not failing today, Fires.” came the retort, unsaid and unheard by the suit-wearing Rappid as she turned the doorknob.

Swing her way into Potions n’ Stuff’s interior, the ears of three mares perked up to hear Rappid. Tekky, Spoiled, and Stellar awaited Rappid’s verdict. “Gentlemares. Came to a choice about this pool match.”

“We’re both in, we’re both sticking it to the end… and we’re both stickin’ it to those fuckin’ ponies!” Leech proclaimed busting through next to Rappid.

“What?!” Rappid yelled.

“You said we couldn’t do that without knowing where they hid all their fail-safes,” grumbled Tekky. “And I’m not in the mood to play scout for them, much as we’re both up Horseshit Creek.”

"Might not have to.” Leech presented, the incriminating Rappid photo again. Pic of you sitting pretty on the Jam shipment was a loss to me at first. Then I noticed you said you founded UnFeathered; think it’s a photo company, yeah?” Leech shoved the photo under Rappid’s snout. “Production tag under this look familiar?”

Seeing the tag at the corner of that photo finally brought a broad grin on the face of Rappid. “My goodness, Leech, I could kiss you!” she cried, hands flying to her maw.

“Here's hoping.“ Leech smiled. Because I’ve got a plan to turn the tables on Fleur, Jet, and Upper.” Leech turned to Rappid, quirking her eyes at the orange-haired pegasus. “If you’ll meet me at Fleur’s for our billiard brouhaha?”

“Of course, Leech,” Rappid said. “And since you showed me this... I have a plan of my own for you. One to save you and your shopmate from the blame for ruining that shipment.”

Rack City

Rappid and Leech leaned against the pool table, with cues in hand, while they waited for the match to start. Evening stars bled into the room from several wall-high windows. Their ~~extorter~~ host Fleur de Lis looked at them smugly, chairs flying into neat rows via her magic. There'd be quite an audience for the 'maneevent', as a lot of big names marked on the seats. Almost too many, Rappid thought bleakly.

"Remember, Leech; we need to make this event last as long as we can," Rappid whispered.

Leech looked at Rappid across the table, licking her lips. "I can last as long as you like," she purred.

"Dead serious here," Rappid said. "I'm a good player. I assume you are too. But we're drawing this out any way we can."

"I got your back," Leech said as ponies began to file into the hall. Hoity Toity, Countess Coloratura, Jack Pot, Suri Polomare, Sapphire Joy, Shimmy Shake, Lighthoof... Gladmane. Leech's eyebrows waggled as she saw that stallion in particular.

Once everypony had taken their seats, Fleur approached the two competitors with a bit in her hand. "To determine who breaks," she said. "Leech, call it in the air."

Leech's eyes never left Rappid's as the coin flipped. "Tail."

Fleur recovered the coin. "The coin is heads. Rappid will break."

"Truer words were never spoken," Leech murmured.

Fleur stepped down from the stage, take her seat among her guests.

Rappid took the cue ball and set it on the table. She leaned down and lined up her cue to line up for her break. Leech stood behind her, admiring her rival's rump. She reached out with her cue and lifted up the back of Rappid's pinstriped shorts with it, bopping her crotch as she went to make the shot.

"Hey!" Rappid yelped. Her break wasn't the best, barely scattering the racked pyramid of billiard balls.

"Oops," Leech feigned. "Looks like it's still an open table." She quickly lined up her shots, sinking a couple of solids. "Looks like you have stripes. Like your mane." Her next shot took the 2-ball.

"Remember what I said about your pace," Rappid growled.

Leech walked past her and gave one of her pert breasts a jiggle. "Calm your tits, Raps. You're not the only mare with a plan, y'know." Leech went for a trick shot. This one didn't land. "Oh, well. Pity."

The cue ball rested in a perfect position for Rappid to get an easy stripe in a corner pocket. She crouched at an awkward angle to take the shot, checking to make sure Leech didn't try anything funny again. Leech was actually on the opposite side of the table, mirroring Rappid's pose, leaning over at the edge of the table. From where Rappid stood, she could look right down the low cut of Leech's shirt. Rappid furrowed her eyes. "Do you mind?"

Leech feigned a look of innocence before looking down at herself. "Oh, these?" she asked, cupping her breasts, making them spill from the top of her shirt. "Are these distracting you? I wouldn't know; they've never brought me any attention I wasn't looking for." Rappid focused and took her shot, getting the easy ball. She moved to her next shot. Leech kept to the opposite side, standing upright again.

"Tell me Rappid, do you prefer to vacation in the mountains...?" Rappid went to take her shot. Leech flipped up the front of her skirt, flashing Rappid. It was at that moment that Rappid realized that Leech was quite a fan of un-furnished basements. "Or the valley?" she asked as Rappid's missed shot rebounded off the bumper.

Rappid extended a middle finger.

"Oooh, that’s gotta be the finger you lost your virginity with?" Leech asked as she licked her lips. “Or the size of the dick that took it.”

“Two options, Leech; shut it now or be my fist’s newest prop for a ventriloquist show tomorrow." Rappid said.

Leech grinned and licked her teeth. "Threatening me with a good time? Shame Upper Crust’s not around, you’d be perfect together!" She leaned over to take her next shot. Rappid gave her a firm, open-palm slap right up under her skirt - and right against her bare pussy.

"It's not a threat. It's a promise, Leech." Rappid said.

"Mmm, if you keep talking dirty to me, I'll turn this stage into a slipping hazard," Leech said.

Rappid gave her another slap, keeping her hand there and pushing a couple of fingers into her. Leech made no objection. "This isn't too distracting is it?" Rappid asked facetiously.

"Not at all," Leech said, taking her shot. She spoke too soon, narrowly missing the pocket.

"The great Leech is mortal after all," Rappid said, flicking her wrist away, to dry it before wiping it on the hem of her own shorts.

"Mortal and parched, really," Leech said, snapping her fingers. In a flash of motion, Tekky was at the edge of the stage.

"Yes?"

"My usual drink, and whatever the house special is," Leech said. Tekky blanched.

"Right now?" Tek asked. "Is this really the best time?"

"No time like the present, Tek," her faithful assistant replied. "I think we could both use a drink."

"Whatever then, Leech" Tekky said, trotting over to the bar. She returned a moment later with two glasses.

Leech took hers and levitated the other over to Rappid. "My treat," Leech said. "Cheers." She threw back her drink.

"What's the house special?" Rappid asked.

"You tell me. This isn't my house," Leech said.

Rappid smelled her drink. It certainly had that alcohol smell. Something fruity. Drinking it would, if nothing else, delay the game a bit more. Which was her goal, after all. After a few gulps, she set the empty glass back on the tray next to Leech's and Tekky took the empties away.

"I believe it's your shot?" Leech reminded her.

"Don't mind if I do. Let me show you how it's don-ooooooh fuck!?" Rappid looked down at her shorts as a bulge grew in the front of it. "What the hell did you give me!?"

"The 'house special' is code for Tek's futa potion. Gives you the relevant equipment, good for one round. I figure if she can play with one, so should you."

Rappid quickly reached under her shorts. There was definitely a dick now, sprouting from where her clit used to be. Her pussy was still there under it, feeling a lot more moist than usual.

"Well? We're waiting," Leech reminded her. Rappid tried to focus and take her shot. As she leaned over, her laughably ill-equipped panties gave out and her futa cock flopped out, hanging below the hem of her shorts. The gasps from the audience caused her to miss her shot. "Aww, don't feel too bad," Leech said, patting her on her cheek with her hand. She wiped it across her nose, smearing it with her own wetness.

Biology took over as the scent of Leech's pussy made Rappid's new stallionhood react on its own, growing hard and bulging against her shorts. Rappid tried in vain to cover it, resorting to using her black blouse. But all it managed to do was reveal more of her breasts to Leech and the rest of the audience.

"We’re in Fleur’s mansion, you shameless lech! Are you insane?" Rappid shouted.

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just a naughty, naughty filly that needs to be punished," Leech said, lining up her shot. She hiked up her skirt, intentionally flashing Rappid her backside. She didn't need to look back at her to know the newly-futa mare was eyeing up her member. "The only way to get rid of it is to use it," Leech tittered, wiggling her hips while sinking another ball.

Rappid barely managed to stuff her new equipment up through the waistband of her shorts and into her shirt by the time Leech missed and it was her turn. She shuffled over to the pool table and tried to line up her shot. Leech vanished under the table and shimmied over to her, snapping Rappid's waistband. Without a belt left to hold it - having snapped ages back on her mare-meat’s swell - Rappid’s trunks fell off. What remained of her panties covered her dripping vulva while her futa cock flopped out of her shirt down across Leech's face.

"What are you doing!?" Rappid shrieked.

"Helping get rid of it," she said, stroking it with her hand before licking and sucking the tip. Rappid wanted to object, but it was all she could to just keep standing while she gripped the edge of the table for support. "Take your shot," Leech said between slurps. Rappid did. Leech heard the click of billiard balls, but not the swish of anything making it into a pocket. "It sounds like it's my turn."

Leech slipped out from under the table and grabbed her cue. "I sure hope nopony distracts me while I take my shot. Might make the game take longer," she teased. Rappid was on her in an instant, with her palm against her bare slit again.

"Oh, you mean like this?" she asked.

"Maybe."

"How about this?" she asked, pushing three fingers into her.

Leech moaned as she took her shot, but still made it. "More than that to throw off my game, Raps."

Rappid added a fourth finger and started working her thumb in along with the rest of her fist. "Clearly."

"But you’re getting there." Leech made another shot. Rappid pushed her fist in, wrist deep and deeper still. Leech's breath hitched in her throat, making her miss at last. "That might do it. But I don't think your knuckles are gonna make me, or you, cum."

"Get out of my way," Rappid pushed her aside and retrieved her forearm. Leech got to her knees to suck off Rappid again, but Rappid, true to her name, made quick work of sinking the next three striped balls. Leech shuffled on her knees, following Rappid around the table, unable to keep up. Rappidm on the other hoof, had caught up with Leech on the scoreboard. All that was left was one more stripe and then the eight ball. But it was in a tough spot. Rappid took her best shot, but doubting that she could make it, she did her best to put the cue ball in a defensive spot, behind Leech's last solid. But then...

"F-fuck!" Rappid cursed. Leech stood up on the far side of the table. Across from her, Rappid stood with the cue ball in hand. "Scratched it." She held it out in front of her.

"I'd rather you give me something else," Leech purred, turning and leaning on the pool table, swaying her hips.

“Oh, I intend to." Rappid said. She pushed the cue ball into Leech's snatch and quickly followed with her futa cock, stuffing it as deep inside her as it would go and pulled out again. "Your shot." she quipped as she walked away. Her intent was to leave her wanting and unsated, but found she was much in the same condition herself.

Leech squatted and squeezed, pushing out the wet cue ball into her waiting hand. It was followed by an audible squelching sound, as her stuffed clit winked around the intrusion. She placed it back on the table as if nothing had happened and took her next shot, getting the last solid in, but also taking the last striped ball with it, forfeiting her turn with only the eight-ball remaining.

"Don't even move," Rappid growled, mounting her. She shoved her cock back into her and started fucking her in earnest and using the crook of her neck for support for her shot. She took her time lining it up.

"I wonder which part of you’ll shoot first," Leech said, soaking her hand with her dripping pussy.

"I'll let you watch yourself lose, first," Rappid said, pausing her fucking to shoot. Leech reached back and put her hand up her own ass with practiced ease.

"What are you doin-nnnngh!” Rappid groaned as Leech gripped Rappid's cock through the wall dividing her pussy and colon, and started giving her a handjob inside her own folds.

Rappid felt herself about to orgasm harder than she ever had before in her life. Her hands were shaking. Palms sweaty, legs like spaghetti. She took her shot just as she felt herself going over the edge. Her vision dimmed as she came hard, flooding Leech's pussy with her spunk, splattering out around her shaft and dripping onto the floor below their legs.

The feeling of her twitching and throbbing inside her made Leech cum as well, spurting her fresh wetness along with the other gal's futa cum. Rappid slumped on top of her as her futa potion wore off and her mare dick slowly vanished.

"I guess you win," Leech said. Rappid looked up to see that indeed, the eight-ball had gone in. She had almost forgotten about the game altogether. And she had certainly forgotten about the audience of onlookers, awestruck by the display.

"In all my years -years!- I have never seen such debauchery!" Fleur de Lis balked.

“Take a picture then, Fleur Dick-Lick.” Leech saucily drawled. “And nail it to Jet Set’s bed when you’re done…”

“... after all, it’ll last longer in it than he does.” whispered Rappid.

Fleur tuned scarlet with rage. “Brutes! Imbeciles! Say goodbye to both of your stores, and both of your dignity!”

Just then, the doors to Fleur’s ballroom swung open, admitting the blue dress and purple mane of Spoiled Rich into the room. “Sorry, Fleur. Change of brutes.”

“What in Tartarus?! How did you even get past my security, Spoiled?” howled Fleur. She was frozen in place, her mink coat slipping from around her shoulders. Behind her, Jet Set's eyes flitted between her and Spoiled, tugging at the collar to his shirt wrap in worry.

“They took the night off, for the same reason you’ll need magic to save you from this friendship problem. Assorted ponies, look under your seats, you’ll find something quite interesting.”

As they did, several cries rang out among them, all of their prizes the same.

“Are those… picture of us screwing?!”

“How did anypony even photograph us here?!”

And the most important question of all… “Is this your signature on them, Fleur?!” roared Hoity Toity, holding up his photo. “I don’t know where you get off on blackmail, Fleur, but neither I nor Photo will stand for this blackmail!”

“What?! But I never blackmailed any of you! What’s happening!?” Fleur yelled. The growing cries of the assembled ponies drowned her out, as they all found photos of their lewdest moments -all with her signed name.

“Right, they’re too busy with Spoiled’s gifts to hear us now. Wanna know how this slipped by you, Fleur?” Leech said to Fleur. Shivering, she stood back and waited on Rappid to recover from her rutting before letting her continue.

“We...couldn’t risk not finding your photos in time…” Rappid panted. Her hands drew back the pool cue still trapped between her breasts, slowly moving to let Leech stretch herself out on the pool table. “So we spread some photos of ours around."

Spoiled loudly snorted as she stepped closer, her stiletto heels clicking sharply on the marble tile as Fleur’s panicked look turned to her increasingly furious crowd. “Mine, actually. Also, you’re not the only pony that can doctor a photo - just the only one stupid enough to try.” Spoiled drawled.

“L-look! Everypony! They just admitted it, mon ami! Not me, they did this to ruin me!” Fleur de Lis’ words fell on deaf ears though. No one could hear Rappid and Leech over their own cacophony; their rage was on a new target now.

Stormy Flare was one of them, holding a phone to her ear as her other hand held up her scandalous snapshot. “No-no, Spitfire, I swear! I have no idea how Fleur got into that Wonderbolts show! Yes, I know Stellar helped you see the pics, but! Wait, what's this about the tickets I got from you? They were for the Wonderbolts, show, my daught-hello? Hello?” Snapping off her phone, Stormy leveled a finger at Fleur. “The second I fix things with my daughter, you’re through!” A gust of air, and Stormy was out of the open window.

Her depature broke the floodgates for the rest of the match-watchers. Almost everypony's eyes were not locked on a new target - Fleur de Lis, the apparent exploiter of their ecstasies. Soon the stands erupted into pandemonium.

Fleur herself had to snap up a barrier to keep the ponies from rushing her and the stage. Just behind the harried mare, Rappid turned back to her fellow business pony. “Spoiled, you wretch! Did you make those calls to other ponies too?” This time, the question wasn’t delivered in a hiss.

Spoiled Rich grinned. “Only the ones normally not motivated by their own sexiest moments being caught on film,” she said. “I’ve learned of my limits. Owe it to you, actually, Rappid.”

“Yeah, see, that was your first mistake, Fleur - telling -ah!- a pony that’s friends with Spoiled Rich what she can’t afford to do.” Rappid twitched as Leech smacked her flank. “Umph! God, Leech, you’re...”

“Disgusting? Sexy? So ready for another round? I’ll let you know when you’re getting hot.”

“Think it's Fleur that’s feeling hot under the collar, really.” sighed Rappid. “Brings me to item number two, though.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be your hide being tanned by the Royal Guard for vandalism of product!” Jet’s voice became magically enhanced by a bolt from the struggling Fleur’s horn, her barrier bending and rippling against the ponies banging around. “Oh, Upper! Feel free to drop Rappid’s pics now!”

Nothing happened. Jet tapped his temple with the palm of his hand. “Uh, honey? Dearie? Supposed to send a signal!”

“Yeah, about that…” Rappid punted, finally pulling herself up to her haunches on the pool table. “Think I did a bit of research the second your blackmail came in the form of pictures. Second I got the film from Leech, recognized the make. It’s from my photo studio.”

Jet’s eyes widened for a split second, before narrowing to save face. “You’ve no proof of that, Rappid!”

“Do I? Do I not?” Rappid raised her voice. “Stellar?”

‘Ready, Rappid,’ echoed a dislocated voice. ‘May I also say, congrats for sinking those balls… to both you and Leech?’

“Never mind. Mind showing us all why Upper hasn’t responded?”

‘Sure thing.’ And then a diamond of shimmering orange magic split into a diamond before them.

Right in the center was the sweat stricken wife of Jet Set. The picture came with audio, too, the rough plaplapplap of Upper Crust’s body slamming against a marble desk’s lip. The reason was soon obvious, as the cerulean cock behind her was pistoned into her ass recklessly, Tekky’s tongue wagging as she fucked Upper. Several shiny squares bounced and bobbed on Upper’s back, the pearly sap running through them reflecting the blue coat of the mare rutting her. “Tekky, -oh, fuck!- Unfeathered Studio Six in Cunt-ah!-Canterlot, how can I cum-help you?”

“You’re freaking kidding me!” Jet Set was agape at seeing his wife being reamed. “Stop that feed this instant, Upper! All of Fleur’s houseguests can see you!”

“No--no don’t, Jet! Celsti-ah! Fuck yes! So go-good! So deep!” Upper howled, writhing over the potion maker’s battering ram as it plunged into her sopping folds again. “I’ll be back-back with you after Miss Tekky is finish- oh fuuuuck~!”

Tekky sped up her movements, fucking Upper faster. “Fuck, I think she came again! Upper's such a needy slut! Already-ungh- ruined her photos with my last load, want me to give her another for-yes!-the road?”

“If you’re not busy giving Jet Set a good-looking foal this time, yeah," Stellar announced. Till the top of the next hour then.” The screen cut out in a shower of rust-colored sparks, just as Upper Crust screamed in rapturous orgasm.

“Second lesson, to you both? Don’t play hide-and-seek with a pony whose best friend is a mare that finds ponies new homes.” Spoiled whistled. "Oh, and thank you Fleur, for calling my daughter a waitress, by the way. Classy.”

Fleur, if it was even possible, paled. "I said I was sorry!"

"So did everypony who'd called me a gold-digger" Spoiled spat. "Difference is, I decided to wat until you made your bed before showing it was made of nails. I married Filthy and birthed Diamond for love, something you'll never understand!"

From behind Spoiled, Rappid rose, stalking over to Jet Set. “And now, I’m taking my friends and the Draught home. Stellar will soon be here with company to make sure your third lesson sticks,” she said.

“Oh, I’ll ruin you if it’s the las-” Jet’s voice went low again. “Wait, company?”

“Forget her and her company and help me -gah!- keep back these ruffians!” Fleur yelled her purple barrier had gained some newfound cracks, from the several dozen hooves clattering on it. “And goddess, if I have to hear one more pony accuse me of spilling the beans on Spitfire and Dash’s romp~!”

Another flurry of orange stars exploded next to Spoiled, and Stellar materialzed in the room. Next to her was a pony that shared her same orange coat. Of course, though, the only red in Applejack's face was in her cheeks. Given the shattered can of Zap Apple Jam in her hand, Jet Set had a sinking feeling he knew why.

“By the way, Jet, you were right. Your house was the second place anypony would look for something! A pity it wasn’t just us looking.” Rappid finished, sweeping up Leech into her arms.

“Y’two busted my Zap Jam shipments, and hid it at your house, Jet?!” roared Applejack, her steps towards him leaving cracks in Fleur’s tiling. “Did y’all think Ah wouldn't find out?”

“No way! I had nothing to do with that! I didn’t even know it was there!” bellowed Jet. His pupils shrank as he noticed the lopsided smirk Rappid threw his way as they left the chaotic room, Leech draped over her shoulder as she blew him a kiss.

“Who else could it be?” Stellar’s grin could have rivaled the moon in its intensity. Yet, despite Jet Set’s attempts to wave off Applejack, his situation was getting direr by the second. “By the by, Jet? Threatening a mare who’s now leaving with the girl and the goblet? Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of bedtime to think over that stupidity too. Ta-ta, Jet.”

This became especially bad for Jet Set when the barrier behind him finally collapsed. “To hell with this, I’m leaving! Damn you, all of you meddling mares!” With a final flash of pink light, Fleur was gone too leaving her associate with no way out himself. But soon, Jet Set would soon be seeing stars when Applejack reared back and decked him in the face.

“And their little horndog too?” asked Leech as the door snapped shut behind the cowering Jet.

“Exactly what part of you’s little?” Rappid asked. “Things within your bizarrely bountiful chest included?”

Leech smiled at her one last time. This time it was a rare smile. The corners of her mouth softly tugged at her dark cheeks, instead of splitting them with impish mischief or amorous afterglow. Rappid, for what felt like the first time in a while, returned that smile. The Draught of Debauchery swung by its neck in Rappid’s other hand as the foursome of mares left Fleur's chaotic mansion.

Finally, outside of the front gates, Rappid came to a stop. She also let down Leech, when she was certain the licentious unicorn’s legs could hold her up, Rappid spoke. “Sure you’re okay, Leech?”

“Oh come on, Rappid; I only got rutted once.” Leech folded her arms, lips pursing and tail swishing. “Quick pointer for next time?”

“Fire away.”

A soft chuckle erupted from Leech’s lips again at the inadvertent pun. “Taking in the abandoned? Fighting for your new family? Working with thunderously sexy mares to sell the world on what they need?” Leech’s eyebrows rose. “Lead with that next time. Then I could say then what Tekky woulda now; the Draught’s yours, free of charge.”

Rappid looked at the mare before her. Especially now, Leech reminded her of the Rappid before meeting Spoiled and Stellar: those two mares’ hands now massaging her shoulders. Vivid, bombastic, unfiltered. And yet, Leech had managed to retain that quick wit all the way through; even re-evoked it in Rappid during her darkest hour. Maybe this trip was needed for Rappid, in more ways than one.

But one thing was for certain - this was Dead Serious' first successful solo deal. And that called for - Rappid looked at her soaked thighs and shorts - well another way to mark that moment.

Rappid smirked. “Perhaps we could try for another trade in the future? I do owe Tekky."

“Sure thing, Raps!” Leech said. "You know where to find us!”

Leech was gone in a fizzle of magic, as Rappid slowly stood up at the foot of the sprawling silver mansion. She took in the ambient glow of the moon. Had a full day passed between meeting those two strange mares? Rappid thought. Regardless it was worth every minute. Then she noticed a strip of black-on-white fabric on the floor.

One very much drenched with the same pearly cum she’d once siren painting Upper Crrst’s upper back. “Um, Leech! Leech! You forgot this!” Rappid called out to empty air, holding her panties as they glistened in the moonlight.

“Take it from me; no she didn’t.” Stellar replied. At that moment, Rappid's face turned red enough to roast the cup of coffee she so desperately needed then and there.

“...just put this on ice, Stellar.”

“The panties or the potion?”

“Both. And put your tongue on it too, please.”