Corner Pocket

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.”