Dubious Dabbling

Shuffling forward in line, at the local Trot Stop, Leech lazily studied and flipped the page of the dusty old book in her sorcerous grip. She’d picked up the leather-bound thing nearly a week ago, after spying it at a thrift shop, and couldn’t bring herself to put it down. Not only did the strange publication lack a title or author, but it appeared to all be hoof written.

Be damned if she could explain why the dusty tome had caught her eye, yet it had; filled with rambling and, at times, incoherent text, it was a genuine curiosity. Her best guess was that it was either a prop from some film or the ravings of a lunatic. Dark sorcery this and summon her that, there wasn’t much that made sense - still, it was pretty fascinating stuff.

Ever since Frigid had left for some big-time snowboarding competition, she’d engrossed herself with the bizarre grimoire. Opting to stay home, applying for the odd job here and there, she’d tended to the house while he was away. The pickings had been slim for any sort of paying work, unfortunately, although she had managed to make a few bits here and there.

“I can take the next customer,” a monotone voice called out, drawing her attention.

The Trot Stop, an exceedingly greasy little fast food joint, was one of the closest “restaurants” to Frigid’s house. The food wasn’t great by any means, although it was cheap as hell, the service was quick, and it wasn’t uncommon for diners to abandon large portions of fries when they left. Stepping up to the register, she stared up at the emblazoned menu on the wall.

“I’ll have the two-for-a-bit carrot dog deal and a foal’s meal,” Leech intoned, pleased that she was able to get the discounted special.

Seconds passed without a reply, as she considered if she should splurge on a dessert. Shifting her focus, she looked down to the employee standing across the counter. Covered in a moss green coat, with a jet-black mane and tail, the unicorn’s bile colored eyes gazed blankly over at her. She wasn’t sure if the mare was slow or something, but she definitely seemed out of it.

“Uh - you get that?” Leech inquired, cocking her head to the side.

“Do you know what you’re holding?!” the mare blurted, leering over at the would-be customer.

Peeking down at the ledger in her magical grasp, Leech squinted at the item. “Pretty sure it’s a book,” she muttered, turning the volume over to inspect the back. “Yup, it’s definitely a book. You know, they’ve got these places called libraries that are full of -”

“Fool!” the mare spat, leaping onto the counter. “You know not the power of the unholy text you hold in your ignorant, peasant hooves!”

“Hey! I ain’t no pheasant!” Leech balked, scrunching her snout. “I don’t even have wings, you dipshit!”

Apparently her retort threw the unhinged unicorn off, because a look of exasperated confusion crossed her face. “Peasant!” she repeated, “It means you’re of low social status!”

“Says the mare working at the Trot Stop!” Leech laughed. “I bet I make more money sucking -”

“Polar!” a voice angrily shouted from the depths of the eatery, before a particularly portly and exceedingly irate looking earth pony stallion emerged from the kitchen. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you’re done for the day,” he continued, peering up at the deranged employee.

Her ears flattened, as she realized she was going to lose a full day’s wages because of her outburst. Though she went by the pseudonym Polar Star, her actual name was Grim - regardless, she knew she was about to get chewed out. Jumping to the floor, she trotted over to her manager. “B...but Mr. Tallow, I really need the cash!”

“You're making an ass of yourself and scaring the customer’s,” he groused, glowering at the then timid unicorn. “You should be lucky I don’t -”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” Leech interjected, angrily stomping her hoof and causing the tubby manager to look over. “I’ll have you know that my mother was a donkey. If I had known your establishment was so discriminatory, I’d have never set hoof in this mockery of a diner!”

Grim watched, as her boss’ pupils shrank to pinpricks. Glancing over at the monochromatic unicorn who possessed the eldritch tome, her eyes settled on the mare’s cutie mark; while she wasn’t sure exactly what it was supposed to represent, it sure as heck appeared to be some sort of generically evil book. Sadly, as much as she would have liked to stay and ask questions, she wasn’t about to let the diversion go to waste; slinking to the nearest exit and making her leave, she watched the scene unfold from outside.

“I...I’m so sorry, M...Ma’am!” Tallow blubbered.

“Sorry?! Now you’re apologizing for the fact that my mother was of the finest burro stock?! The NERVE!” Leech gasped.

“I...I...” the stallion sputtered, as the murmurs of discontent from the diners drifted to his ears. Desperately attempting to defuse the situation, he glared at one of the fry cooks. “Get this mare her damn food!” he bellowed. His furious demand produced a takeout box at the service window within seconds, as the employees hastily filled the order.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Leech huffed.

Stomping to the exit, levitating several of the to-go orders over, she saw herself out. Holding her head high, doing her best to look exceedingly offended, she proudly trotted around the side of the building and down the alley behind it. Once out of view, checking to ensure she wasn’t being watched, she hopped onto an upturned trash can.

Opening her purloined goods, she tallied her haul. Never one to let an opportunity slip through her hooves, she’d made out like a bandit. There were at least twenty bits worth of food in the boxes, including some of those pricey double-cheese quesaritos she liked! She was so thrilled with her questionably gotten gains that she failed to notice somepony spying on her.

“Is your mom really a donkey?” Grim asked, taking a timid step forward. She’d seen the unicorn slip into the little backstreet, after leaving, and she couldn’t help but sate her curiosity.

“Who the - ” Leech coughed, her head twisting towards the interloper. Noticing it was the employee who’d started acting like a loon, her tension eased. Unintended or not, the mare had been an integral part of her receiving a treasure trove of greasy goodness; she smiled, waving the unicorn over. “Nah, my mom ain’t a donkey - at least, I don’t think she was.”

“Don’t think?” Grim parroted, raising an eyebrow.

“Never knew my folks,” Leech admitted. Fishing one of the two excessively cheesy goodies from its box, she held the container out for her company. “Here.”

“Thanks,” the green mare humbly said, taking the carton. “This might not be a good place to eat, since employees are always bringing trash back here. We can - um - go to my apartment and eat, i...if you want,” she stammered.

It wasn’t like Grim usually invited folks back to her place, but her inquisitiveness had gotten the better of her. Part of her was thankful that she hadn’t been sacked on the spot, since she had made a bit of a scene on the clock, although she was also exceptionally curious about that book the quirky obsidian unicorn had. With the rest of her day suddenly free, she saw no harm in chatting over a free meal.

Resealing the various packages, Leech eased herself down from her perch. “Fuck it, why not,” she grunted. Strolling over to the mare, hovering the hoard of fast food by her side, she looked over at the unicorn. “What’s your name, anyways?”

“Gri - Polar Star,” she responded, sheepishly extending a hoof.

Leech paused, processing the odd introduction. “Gri…?”

With a heavy sigh, Grim looked to the ground and cursed under her breath. Given the wild events of the last ten minutes, she’d completely whiffed on introducing herself under her fictitious name. “It’s Grim. Just don’t call me that in public...”

“Leech,” Leech countered, shrugging and shaking the offered limb. “And it’s no biggie, Polar.”

Grim looked over to her company, attempting to gauge her character. Whoever the mare was, she certainly seemed odd; quick witted and possessing a pair of strangely cat-like eyes, Leech struck her as either remarkably savvy or some kind of bullshit artist. Though they’d only just met, she didn’t get any sort of bad vibe from the pony or anything - which struck her as off, if her hunch about that tome was correct.

Opting to stay silent, leading the way while her guest wolfed down a startling amount of the slop which the Trot Stop touted as food, Grim soon reached her destination. Set beside the entrance of a bowling alley, she entered an innocuous archway which led to a flight of stairs. Trotting to the second floor, she stopped at a door, produced a key from under her hat, and let herself inside.

Her apartment wasn’t the biggest, housing only a single bedroom, a small den, a cramped bathroom, and a kitchenette, but it was all she could afford. It wasn’t like she planned on being there for long, so the close quarters and ceaseless sound of clattering pins wasn’t that bad - heck, it had only taken her a month to tune out the ambient noise! Once Leech drifted in behind her, she closed the door to give them a bit of privacy.

“So...Where did you find that book?” she inquired, her eyes drifting over to the tome sandwiched between two containers of food.

“Mmmph?” Leech asked through a mouthful of bean burrito. Setting her coronary-inducing belongings down, she reached over and snatched up the volume. Passing the thing over to her host, she dug at a particularly pesky legume lodged in her molar. “Found it in a thrift shop and I thought it was kinda nifty.”

Seating herself beside her visitor, Grim reverently opened the tome and poured over its contents. Rituals, spells, methods to communicate with various otherworldly beings, and summoning ceremonies, they were all there. She could scarcely believe she’d found one of the lost journals of the ancient dark sorcerers! It was a one in a million - no, one in a billion discovery.

Closing the book, she leered over at Leech. “How much?”

“I think it was five bits?” Leech replied, licking one grease streaked hoof.

“No you dope! How much do you want for it?” Grim pressed, trying to decide if her guest was intentionally playing dumb.

Leech’s eyes narrowed, as she studied her host. Even though she’d just acquired the item, something told her she shouldn’t part ways with it that easily. Averting her gaze, she gave herself a moment to survey her surroundings.

The apartment was sparsely furnished and lacked a number of creature comforts. In lieu of a recliner, there was a folding beach chair; there were a hoofful of books and baubles on a ramshackle set of shelves, the trash can was full of bags and boxes from the Trot Stop, and there was a general unkempt look to the entire place. If she had to hazard a guess, the mare wasn’t in the best financial state nor did she entertain often.

As her eyes settled back on the sickly green pony, she smirked. “Why do you want it?”

“Because it holds vast, unspeakable secrets of the abyss!” Grim decried, rocketing to her hooves and holding a hoof to her chest.

“Yeah yeah yeah, ok, that’s cool. But what are you going to use it for?” Leech, blowing off the theatrics.

Thrown off guard by the innocuous question, Grim faltered. There were any number of things she could do with the information held within the unholy text, although thinking of a specific use, at that very moment, was next to impossible. Wilting, she sunk back to her haunches and glumly looked to the floor.

Apparently Leech had stricken a nerve with her host, even though she’d had no intention of doing so. A bit imbalanced or not, her gut told her Grim wasn’t any real threat to anypony. Stepping over and seating herself beside the sullen mare, she gently moved the book to the floor, opened it to a random page, and pointed at a bizarre looking diagram.

“What’s that one mean?” she questioned, hoping to distract her host.

“It’s a ward against chaotic magic,” Grim dejectedly sighed, peering at the illustration.

“Like draconequus stuff?” Leech quipped, knitting her brow. Turning the page, noticing a scrawling line of words wrapping around a crudely drawn pony figure, she pawed at the parchment. “Oh! I wanted to ask about this one! Is this some kinda bondage spell?”

“I...what?” Grim huffed, pulling back a bit.

“Bondage stuff! Like, freaky bedroom shit!” Leech explained, shifting her focus to the askance pony beside her.

Grim’s eyes flitted over the mare, attempting to ascertain if she was serious or not. Grinning like an idiot, the dark unicorn had a mischievous glimmer in her eye. Slowly, having mulled the concept over, she shrugged. “I mean, I guess it could? Not like it was made for -”

“Fuck yeah! I’m definitely gonna be using this one! Ok, tell me how to do the thing!” Leech excitedly exclaimed.

“And you’re going to do this for…?” Grim trailed off, letting the question hang.

“Freaky bedroom shit, duh! Do you have any idea how many ponies are into being tied down and played with?! Sweet Celestia, getting a hunk bound to a bed, toying with him, edging him until he’s begging you to ride his cock!” Leech shuddered, a tingle running up her spine. Whip-cracking back to her host, she playfully elbowed the mare. “Bet a cute mare like you knows all about that kinda thing, don’t you?”

The shameless talk of bondage and lewd shenanigans cemented Grim’s suspicion that something was off with her guest. In all her years, she couldn’t ever recall encountering a mare as openly licentious as Leech - including several very salacious cultists she’d run across! Keeping her mouth shut, she silently shook her head.

“Hu hu hu…” Leech chuckled, wrapping one arm around the mare and pulling her into a hug. “Don’t tell me, you’re the type who’d rather get trussed up and played with - Hmmmmm?”

The abrupt physical contact and scandalous question caused a blush to creep across Grim’s face. Truth be told, she hadn’t had much experience with carnal affairs. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for them, but finding the time for such matters, between work and her studies, was a trial. Fidgeting uncomfortably, her guest leaned in closer.

“Or maybe you’re into mares…” Leech whispered, breathing hotly against the unicorn’s ear.

Suppressing a shiver, Grim squirmed from the mare’s grasp and retreated. “Just who the hell are you anyways?” she blurted, feeling the redness on her cheeks.

“A slut with damn good instincts,” Leech proudly declared, tapping the side of her head for a moment before a puzzled look crossed her face. “Honestly, I’m kinda surprised my cutie mark wasn’t a bucket of jizz.”

“And you want to use the unfathomable power in that tome to dominate stallions?” Grim wheezed, taken aback at the absurdity of the notion.

“Mares too! I’m equal opportunity!” Leech laughed, getting to her hooves. Looming over her host, she waggled her eyebrows. “So,” she cooed, “you wanna be my test subject?”

Grim gulped, in the face of the possibly the biggest strumpet in all of Equestria - that being said, some part of her considered the offer. She’d never seen Leech around before, likely meaning the mare was new to town or simply passing through; if that were the case, she could easily deny having a wild fling with the random pony. Considering it couldn’t hurt to get into the slatternly unicorn’s good graces, downplaying the fact that she was somewhat interested in the brazen proposal, she weighed her options.

Recognizing the hallmark signs of an internal struggle on the mare’s face, Leech decided to dump some extra fuel on the fire. “Spell or not, I bet I can make you cum in less than fifteen minutes…”

“What if I win?” Grim hastily inquired, gazing up at her guest’s face. She watched, as the unicorn’s pupils dilated.

“If you win, I’ll let you borrow the book…” Leech smugly replied, licking her lips.

Despite the ridiculous direction the day had taken, both ponies knew the game was afoot. One was more than happy with indulging her wantonly hedonistic tendencies; the other, while not opposed to expanding her horizons with an exceedingly impulsive tryst, was after a very rare grimoire. Regardless of their motivations, the two found themselves at a crossroads.

Pushing herself up, Grim slowly exhaled. The prospect of even temporarily getting her hooves on the tome would be worth the small price of her pride. “Alright, bedroom’s - Mmmph!” she was cut off, as the mare stepped in and boldly kissed her. Caught unawares by the passionate act, her eyelids fluttered.

Leech smiled, as her host reluctantly began to reciprocate. Pulling away, teasing her with a fleeting glimpse of what she could deliver, she hummed contentedly. “So where’s that bedroom?”

Nodding, unable to think of a response, Grim shakily strolled towards her bedchamber. Walking into her quarters, with her guest behind her, she stopped by her bed. She wasn’t exactly versed with sexual etiquette, having only bedded two ponies in her past, so she’d be left to play things by ear.

“Let’s see what we have to work with,” Leech commented to herself, surveying the chamber.

A simple metal bed-frame, dresser, and a number of candles occupied the relatively claustrophobic room, as well as two additional doorways; she presumed one led to a bathroom and the other to a closet, although she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. Directing her attention at her fellow unicorn, she moved towards the closest closed door.

“You got anything to spice this up? Rope? Maybe a sex toy or two? A bridle?” she asked, hoping there’d be something to elevate the experience - not that there was anything wrong with eating a soft taco or anything, but embellishments were almost always a welcome addition.

“T...top drawer of my dresser,” Grim stammered, coming to grips with what was about to transpire. There she was, in the safety and security of her bedroom, on the cusp of doing the do with somepony she’d just met. It was a bizarre sensation, the cocktail of nervous energy and arousal - still, it was unusually thrilling.

Traipsing over to the piece of furniture, Leech opened the top drawer and struck the jackpot. Resting behind a heap of unfolded socks, just barely concealed, lie the unmistakably phallic outline of a dong. Fishing out the sex toy, she discovered that it wasn’t just a dildo - it was an entire strapon harness.

“You sly dog, I knew you were into mares!” she giggled, beaming at her host.

“I...I bought it as an experiment, I swear. It’s got an enchantment which gives the wielder the sensation of having a stallionhood,” Grim sputtered.

“Oh I have got to give this thing a try!” Leech cheerfully proclaimed.

Levitating the contraption towards her groin, she stepped into the harness and pulled it to her crotch. Deftly synching the leather bands around her waist, she swung her hips back and forth to ensure it was properly secured. Peeking back and beneath herself, watching the ensorceled toy wagging beneath her, she nodded.

“You gonna stand there all day or get on the bed?” she chirped, pointing towards her host.

Offering a shuddering nod, Grim did as she was asked. Crawling onto the bed, she moved to the center of the mattress and eased herself down. Rolling onto her back, she angled her lower half at the steadily approaching mare. The bed creaked slightly, as Leech joined her.

Moving towards her, inspecting her as though she were a piece of meat, the dark unicorn hungrily licked her lips. As if sensing its attention, she felt her marehood involuntarily wink. Sweet Luna - she hadn’t been that worked up in ages. Wondering what her guest was going to do, she forced herself to remain silent.

“Oh-ho-ho yeah. Bet you’ve got a nice, tight little snatch, don’t ya?” Leech snickered, eyeing the unicorn’s succulent nethers.

“I...I guess?” Grim whispered, her pulse quickening at the raunchy question.

“I’m gonna breed you until you’re walking funny,” Leech murmured. Though she hadn’t seen any lube lying around, that was hardly going to be an issue. Bowing forward, lifting one of the mare’s legs, she brought her face to the hastily moistening goods before her.

Grim gasped, as her visitor’s hot, muscular tongue was drawn over her sex. Almost instinctively, she splayed her hind legs further apart. She had half expecting to be mounted and fucked straight away, so the oral was an exceptionally pleasant surprise. Worming one forehoof under her head, she quickly made herself comfortable.

Humming into her host, steadying herself on one forehoof, Leech tenderly caressed the mare’s thigh and flank. In her experience, eating pussy required a subtle grace that took far, far longer to master than sucking a dick; it was all about the gentle touch, knowing when to focus on the clit, give a teasing nibble, or probe into their depths. Skillfully lapping at the girl’s sex, she felt a shiver run through her partner.

“Mmmmph,” Grim blissfully groaned.

Fidgeting in place, driving waist upward and onto her guest’s face, she yearned for more - at least, she thought she did. The hoof on her thigh retreated for a moment, before a resounding Slap cut through the air. Hissing, feeling the sensations of stinging pain and velvety pleasure mingle within her, she looked between her parted legs.

Pulling away, after having smacked the mare’s supple rump, Leech looked to the mare’s face. “Ass up...”

At a loss, finding herself virtually desperate for more, Grim gnawed her lip. Rolling to her belly, she pushed her lower half up and spread her hind legs. Invitingly flicking her tail to the side, she properly presented herself. “P...Please…?”

“That’s not how you beg!” Leech cackled, spanking her backside a second time. “Beg me like you really want it!”

Unsure of exactly what to do, resting most of her weight on her chest, Grim reached back and pulled her pillowy buns apart. As if her guest hadn’t had a superb view of her goods before, she shamelessly spread herself like some bitch in heat. “Please,” she repeated, a touch of confidence tinging her voice.

“Better...But we’re not quite there yet,” Leech purred, her tone softening. Rearing onto her hind legs and taking a step, she rested her forehooves over the unicorn’s waist. Bucking her hips, causing the toy to prod the mare’s entrance, she continued her assault. “Now that you got me up here, what do you want me to do?”

“I...I…” Grim swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “I want you to fuck me…”

“What was that?” Leech asked, theatrically tilting her head to the side. “Gonna have to speak up, unless you want to end up rubbing one out to the thought of me screwing your brains out…”

Grim’s patience waned, overpowered by her growing lust. Gathering her courage, leering back at the mare who’d mounted her, she knit her brow. “Just fuck me aaaaaaaaah! Oh Luna!” she moaned, as the toy plunged into her.

Driving nearly half of the dildo’s length into Grim’s sopping wet marehood, Leech’s haughty demeanor faltered. An alien sensation of pleasure overtook her, seemingly from the dong affixed to her crotch. Grinding to a halt, grappling with the strange feeling, she gave herself a moment to adjust.

Not dissimilar to having her clit played with, the feeling was remarkably intense. Experimentally drawing her waist back, she drove her hips forward and sunk the toy back inside her mate. With a small grunt, she gave a second thrust, then a third and a fourth, until she was steadily humping away. While she had experience with using strapons, the added sensory input made the whole experience seem much more natural.

“Mmmm - Mmmm - Mmmm,” Grim huffed cyclically, as she was banged from behind.

Biting on her hoof, attempting to stifle herself, she closed her eyes and fixated on the sensation of being drilled. Screwing herself with a dong was fun and all but nothing compared to actually being mounted. The weight on her hips, the soft grunting above her, the waist impacting on her rear, it was just sublime.

Peering down at the Grim, Leech realized her host was quieting herself. Evoking her magic, she sorcerously grabbed the mare’s mane and pulled. Be damned if she was gonna let the unicorn stay quiet. Raising a hoof and issuing another Smack, feeling the marehood tighten around the dildo, she grinned.

It wasn’t easy but she willed herself to slow. The exotic sensations accosting her were completely new, adding to the difficulty of the task, although it was needed. For a lecherous savant like Leech, it was plain as day - Grim was absolutely loving it.

Sensing her partner’s dwindling pace, Grim rocked back to meet the mare’s languid thrusts. She’d only been given a taste of what the unicorn could deliver and she wanted - no, needed more. Arching her back, she cracked an eye open to peer over her shoulder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Leech cooed, relishing the desperate look in the unicorn’s eyes. Despite having her mane pulled back, Grim did her best to nod. “Then say it…”

“It’s - Nnnph - s...so good,” Grim whimpered, spurring the mare to continue. Apparently pleased with her praise, Leech started rutting her harder and faster.

Saliva crept down her chin, her slaving nethers drooled feminine juices down her inner thigh, and the steady Schlic Schlic Schlic of their fucking filled the air. Mewling out, she did what she could to synchronize their movements. The obscene noises, including her debaucherous sounds of delight, were the perfect accoutrement for the moment.

Acting on impulse, her body fought to please her partner. Though it wasn’t an actual stallion who was plowing her like a field in spring, her primal urges paid little heed. Clenching down on the unicorn’s backstrokes, she milked the dildo’s length as if it were the genuine article. Her heart thundered in her chest, her voice hitched in her throat, and the telltale signs of release steadily grew stronger.

Even with her vast wealth of experience, Leech wasn’t doing much better than her host. Between having her domineering streak teased and being given the full stallion experience, she was rocketing towards the finish line. Releasing Grim’s hair, she draped herself over the mare’s back and started savagely jackhammering her hips.

Grim’s eyes rolled back, while her g-spot was assaulted by the medial ring on the toy. Her guest’s hooves dug into her upper thighs, holding her tightly and securing her in place. Like some great, blinding light, her senses were gradually overwhelmed by bliss. Violently throwing her ass back, edging closer to her limit, a set of teeth bit into her collar.

The bite was a last ditch gamble from Leech. She was about to cum but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to indulge her mate. With one final titanic plunge, she hilted the mare and reached her limit. Her snatch clenched around the leather band of the harness, quivering and dribbling her fem-spunk down her legs and onto the blanket; her partner’s reaction, however, was a bit more dramatic.

Howling, writhing like a beast possessed, Grim’s apocalyptic climax rocked her world. Every muscle about her frame, from her hooves to the top of her head, seized uncontrollably. Nectar exploded out of her quivering marehood, splashing over her guest and the bed alike. Sadly, the rapturous overload proved too much to bear; her knees buckled and she crashed onto the mattress.

Losing her balance, as her partner collapsed, Leech fell along with the mare; as jarring as it was, it was neither the first nor the last time she’d take a tumble during or shortly after a lay. Getting her bearing and pushing herself over, she unceremoniously unsheathed the toy from Grim’s cunt and rolled to the side.

Riding out their ecstasy, the two mares basked in the post-coitus lightheadedness. Lying on their backs, drowsily staring at the ceiling, they heaved air into their chests. Thought indulging in a quickie wasn’t too far out of the norm for Leech, her host wasn’t quite as lucky.

Grim’s heart raced, her marehood angrily winked and grasped at nothing, and her limbs twitched and jerked fitfully. While a part of her disapproved of having been fucked senseless by a pony she just met, the rapturous haze she found herself in was all consuming. Shakily turning her head, she peered at the mare beside her.

“R...remind me to commission one of these,” Leech croaked, magically undoing the buckles about the harnessed toy.

“I - Cough - could probably enchant one for you, if you got me one,” Grim rasped.

Levitating the toy to her lips, Leech licked the mare’s juices from its molded length. It wasn’t needed, although she wanted to make sure her host wouldn’t forget her anytime soon. Slipping the tip into her maw, she applied a bit of vacuum and Popped the dildo free. “I’ll let you borrow the book if you do.”

Grim nodded eagerly, more than happy with the offer. Sorcerously levitating the dong over to the nightstand, making a mental note to thoroughly clean it and its harness, she rested her head on its side. If someone that morning had told her she’d bed a random mare, discover an eldritch tome, and cum so hard she’d lose motor control, all in the same day, she’d have laughed in their face - though that’s exactly the maddening combination of events which had transpired.

“You - uh - live near here?” she asked, watching the black unicorn unsteadily get to her hooves.

“Kinda. I’m crashing with this stud I met a few weeks ago; big bastard, kind of a softy, dick like you would not believe,” Leech laughed, shuddering at the thought of Frigid’s stallionhood. “You mind if I take a shower and maybe rub one out? Kinda feels wrong not to give the ‘ol gal a bit of attention,” she added, turning away and cocking a hind leg.

“Y...yeah that’s fine. Mind if…” Grim muttered and drew silent, grappling with the notion of finishing her question.

“If you join me? Nah! Come on?” Leech guffawed, making a blind jab at what the mare had been about to ask. “Tubs, shower stalls, buckets, out in the rain - hell, I even showered with a pack of timberwolves once; was kinda weird, since I wasn’t sure if they wanted to eat me or not, but how many ponies can say they did that!”

Moving to Leech’s side, Grim incredulously stared over at her guest. “Ok, I gotta ask, how many of these stories are bullshit?” she chuckled, growing fonder by the minute of the perky, quirky unicorn.

“Hey, bullshit or not,” Leech remarked, leaning in and conspiratorially lowering her tone, “they make for one hell of a story…”

Grim’s smile grew into a chuckle, then an unchecked laugh which was mirrored by her companion. It had been an extremely odd day, full of twists and turns which nopony could have expected. Walking beside Leech, the two made their way into the bathroom to wash up. Maybe, if she was really lucky, she might just have found a friend who was as strange as she was…