Corner Pocket

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.”