Pleased as Punch

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Drama, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Sex, Berry Punch
Length: 6673

Equestria's Most Erotic Unicorn is on the prowl again, and this time, she has a titillating thiefpony set in her sights.

Berry Punch, head bartender, has held court over the drowned sorrows of many a heartbroken mare - and cleaned up after them as well. Today, however, she and her motely bar's patrons will play witness to a particularly promiscuous pegging the likes of which they've never seen. After all, its not too often that master thief Viscera and the uproarious unicorn Leech get to butt heads - both of them - right under their roof.

Once again, happy belated birthday, Leech! And thanks to blueomlette for the art!

KINK WARNING: ♦ Futa/Fem (Viscera/Leech) ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Deepthroating ♦ Bondage ♦ Cunnilingus ♦ Cumflation ♦ Edging ♦ Mating Presses

Published 2021-08-11 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-11 19:00:01 UTC

Lewd 'Till The Last Drop

Author's Note

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Lewd 'Till The Last Drop

“So what’s the occasion this time, Vis?”

“Work issues,” the crimson earth pony sitting before Berry Punch sighed, the regal tilt in her voice buried under a half-ton of loathing. A roll of her hand brought tipped claws clacking loudly against the marble, but that motion only left her as empty as the shot glass near her.

This was a first - metal clanking around her fingers not being enough to make Viscera happy.

Berry Punch, however still had a laundry list of things she didn’t understand about the crimson-coated Earth pony. Like how Viscera had split three darts inside each other, dead center, on the dartboard a meter from her. Or how she’d managed to stare down a trio of hulking stallions, her eyes shooting fire far redder than her hood. Or even how the three glasses Berry was buffing had their previous contents tipped down Viscera's throat and she still didn’t look the slightest bit drunk.

But storytelling was for the patrons, clammed-up as this one proved to be over this month. Besides, Viscera's bits were far more plentiful than her words.

“Try me, Miss Vis,” Berry sassed. “Or maybe I should wait for that gentlestallion to do it for me.”

“His name’s Cabelleron.” And wow, was the venom that came off those two words potent enough to drop a hydra. “And he’s not coming.”

"Big fight?”

“Woulda stolen and pawned his stuff off if that was the case.” One of Viscera’s eyebrows ticked up at the lack of movement in Berry’s own. “And you’re not gasping in shock. Good girl.”

“I’m not Cinnamon Chai, Vis. Weird stuff happens in my neck of the woods all the time.” Another chuckle nearly caused the class to slip from Berry’s hooves. “Granted, it’s mostly you, but...”

“Mostly? You’re not seeing another mare behind my back?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point." Berry Punch giggled again. "After all, you’re seeing Caballeron.”

“Yeah, but that’s not my point,” Viscera grunted back, hoping it was enough to keep Berry from noticing how harshly she rapped her dry glass on the table.

Unfortunately, a knowing smirk broke out on Berry’s face. “And the secret’s out, folks and folkettes! Knew he didn’t deserve you - I bet he’s not even a real doctor.”

A visible shudder raced through Viscera at that last word. “He was. Also...” And another clattering of bits brought sparkles to Berry’s eyes. “Nevermind. Yak ale, no water-down.“

Berry paused for a bit at the request - and also staring at the last taker of that drink, the stallion slumped over on the table twitching. Viscera’s narrowed eyes finally won through though, and soon the foaming mug was in front of Viscera’s face. The bubbles ticked and twinkled at the edges of her black snout-long mask, a literally stellar contrast to the sullen look in the eyes surrounding them.

“No, Cabelleron didn’t cheat. Stuff like this, putting me in a bar in the morning… it doesn’t happen all’a once.”

“From the beginning, then. For a fellow whistle-wetter?”

“Sure. Remind me to ask how your new fling’s doing later, yeah?” At Berry Punch’s curt nod, Viscera went on. “Started when I was born in Manehattan….”

Berry’s jaw almost hit the bar counter.

“Kidding, luv. But it’s nice you really wanna hear this, Berry.”

“Yeah, whatever.” But the mirth in the bartender’s grin betrayed her attempt at irritation.

“Yes, so…” Viscera tapped her chin, tipped back the mug, and started again when half the ale wass down her gullet. “Really, I… didn’t think I’d ever lose a fuckbuddy the way I did. Hell, when I left Cheerilee and struck out on my own, I thought I’d always be the most adventurous one. Then… Well, the bad Doctor waltzed in.”

“Sounds like a catch.”

“Yeah.” Viscera’s world-weary sigh startled Berry, the sting of the alcohol almost flaring away her own nose hairs and mane. “Musta set a land-speed record at getting’ tween my soaking legs. And after that, he kept on surprising me. Every other word from him was about how he loved my habit of... acquisition’, especially in ways my niece hated. Every time we dated and dined, it was always overlooking some unplumbed tomb or a restaurant framed by the best sunlight.”

Then the smile that’d been daring to approach Viscera’s maw crumbled away into a withering scowl. “Turns out I was the least greedy one in that arrangement. All it took me to find out was him waltzing off with his true love. The eight gems of the Ogdoad, and the rope that could’a kept my edge-dangling rump out of a pit.”

Berry’s face darkened. “Wait… he’s a tomb-robber?”

“Love-thief, too.” Suddenly Viscera cleared her throat, another one of her talents bubbling to the surface much like her half-finished ale. Almost immaculately, Dr. Caballeron’s voice burst from her, undercut with a fiery deep tenor that almost made Berry strat shuddering. “‘There’s enough in this tomb to keep us loaded for the rest of our lives’! ‘If I entered here with you, my wonderful ruddy rose, I’d leave with nopony else!’”

Berry laughed, even as the guilt tumbled in her stomach like an avocado pit. “Sorry, Vis. This one’s on me. I shouldn’t hav-”

“No issue, Berry.” If it got to Viscera any, her voice didn’t show it. “Funny, though; don’t think he ever lied to me. Not even then. But... yeah, I really need something quick and easy to take my mind off this.”

The tinkling of the tavern’s bell brought a far naughtier grin to Berry’s lips than Viscera thought possible. “Speaking on an earlier point, Vis,” she said dreamily. “She’s doing fantastic.”

“Wait, who’s sh-?”

But Viscera’s eyes told the story that her drink-filler wouldn’t. Apparently, Berry’s new fling had just waltzed in. Almost as slim as the door frame she was posing in and every bit as shiny, her shimmering black coat almost soaking up the light bleeding around her. What’s more, the scrumptious skin she was showing was barely obstructed by the winding scraps of red-and silver leather stretched across her body, the material curving and dipping in all the right places. Her hip dents, hourglassed stomach, and the swell of her ridiculously stacked rack were flicking with every moment.

And this sexy unicorn was making a beeline for the bar, one Viscera was still stock-still at despite her every nerve telling her to make tracks. Her hips were like magnets and pendulums all in one, considering how everypatron with a dick - and two without - followed their sensual sway. Her eyes, however? They were locked right on Viscera, who suddenly felt like she was stranded on the Marengeti rather than a pub.

“Seriously, Punch!” she crowed, slamming her hands on the countertop at long last. “You’ve gotta let me know where you keep finding all this fresh meat.”

And what a sheen that ‘fresh meat’ had, with how fast Viscera broke out into a cold sweat.

“Leech, be nice to Viscera. It’s the first time she’s graced me in the morn’, don’t scare her off,” Berry chided.

Viscera snorted, her expression more stoic than she felt inside. “She's too few inches - and limbs - on her to do that.”

“I could change that if you want, Vissy baby,” purred Leech, licking her lips as her horn lit up.

“No way! Not after the ‘measuring contest’ it devolved into with the other guys the last time! I had to roll you out the front door!” Berry laughed. “Speaking of, Leech, I fatten you up plenty by my lonesome. Remember the last Summer Sun Celebration and that fountain?”

“Heh. I don’t think a pony, zebra or neighboring town forgot that day.”

“First time for everything - especially things like 'outdoing the firework festival's noise complaint record'.” Berry’s hands were soon a blur, fixing a tequila shot with a worm inside to slide into Leech’s hand. “Saved this for you, baby.”

Kicking it back in a second, Leech’s horn ignited again. The worm wriggling in Leech's mouth grew as thick as her arm, and after lecherously sucking it in front of the jaw-dropped Viscera, scanned the still-silent bar with disbelieving eyes. A flick of the worm out of the window, and Leech turned back to her blushing bartender.

“Kay, what happened Berry? Place is deader than DJ-PON3’s attempt at disco-flavored cereal.“

“Well, it’s... just that when our other guest...” And Berry nodded at Viscera, who had finally recovered enough from her shock to nod. “Flits in, everyponies' roles tend to get known real quick.”

“That so?” And Leech's vibrant violet eyes shot over to Viscera. “Gotta see this from Dr. Claw.”

Viscera twitched at the name. A lump traveled down Berry’s throat at the speed of molasses. “Show her, Vis.” she finally said.

Clearing her throat, Viscera stood up straighter in her seat. “Anyone up for another arm-wrestle, loves?” And up went one of Viscera slim but muscled arms - whose hand was swathed in black bandages and with wicked claws attached at the knuckles.

Leech’s mouth curved into a curious, fascinated ‘O’. So did that of every hulking stallion and zebra - for different reasons. Several backed up into the walls, others hurtled for the bathrooms. One stallion in particular curled up fearfully, his once-blue face now whiter than the roll of bandages mummifying his left arm.

But to the white-maned unicorn next to Viscera, that crimson hand might as well be ringing a dinner bell.

“Sweet tool!” Leech chortled. “You make it yourself? It the only one?”

Again, Viscera cocked an eyebrow at that unicorn as she finished off her ale. For a pony with a giant white dot smackdab in the center of her face, she was amazingly hard to center in the thief’s mind. “Self-made, yah. So’s every bit of muscle underneath.”

“Oooh, what for?”

“Extreme Mareover; Thief in the Night edition.”

“Shoulda guessed,” came the light chuckle from behind the bar. Berry’s head popped up once again. “Refill, or are you gonna sneak one out when I’m not looking??”

“Sometimes I keep forgetting why I come back,” Viscera said, before another flash of a certain tomb-robbing stallion infected her tipsy mind. “But then I remember what happens with those I leave with.”

Leech’s laughter brought Viscera and Berry’s eyes to her - mainly because she was hauling out the literally punch-drunk stallion who’d last tasted yak ale before Viscera’s - with an ease that looked impossible from a figure as trim as hers. Viscera, in particular, was drawn to how cat-like Leech’s pupils were as the unicorn heaved that dead weight into a chair. Was this magic? Potion-propelled? Or… just something else?

Suddenly, this Leech no longer made Vis want to spread her fake wings and fly. It was a switch as subtle as the flutter of her eyes, but flipped it was.

“Y’know, luv,” she said, “Usually when patrons that bad at holding liquor are put on another surface, it's a stretcher. Saves Berry time.”

“What can I say? I’m a giver.” Leech tittered, plopping her shapely rump right on the counter next to Vis’s face. Whether it was from Leech’s brashness or the vibrant contrast of the book-like cutie mark stamped on that obsidian hip, Viscera’s jaw canted open dumbly. “I can see you appreciate it, too.”

Before Viscera could protest, Berry playfully rolled her eyes as Leech scanned the crowd. “Pull it together, Leech.”

“Oh, I hope so,” Leech purred, looking directly at the… well-endowed crotch on another interested zebra. “Got some bubbly, Berry? Wanna get these guys jumpin’ before… Well, before I start jumping them.”

Viscera curled her lip - curled, not bit, no matter what the look in Leech's penetrating eyes implied - and turned back to Berry. “She’s beautiful. Quick on her hooves, commanding, lively. Can see why you’ve been so close for so long.”

Berry let out a snicker not even Viscera - now on her second mug of yak ale - was buzzed enough to think was a cough. “Sorry. But… It was on-and-off before this, actually.” Berry admitted.

“Wait. Really?”

Berry chewed her lip. “Well… remember the Summer Sun thing we mentioned? Let’s just say if Leech is embellishing for anypony’s behalf, it's mine.”

Viscera's jaw dropped.

“Yup. Ironic isn’t it? We both can’t keep up with those we love. Loved, in your case.” Berry blushed even harder, her face a shiny crimson. “Socially, Leech’s an absolute beast for the nightlife. Shops, bars, strip-clubs…other places. Got to a point I had to keep a dress in the wagon.”

If Leech’s grin got any wider, Viscera swore it’d pop the cap off the champagne she was clutching.

“Really?” Viscera mused, leaning her elbows on the counter as Leech proceeded to shake the bottle of bubbly and snap off its cork with one flick of her igniting horn. Soon. 500-bit liquor was being sprayed onto the heads and mouths of a crowd of stallions. “Well, Leech didn’t leave you to spikes and beetles and falling ceilings as an anniversary gift, so you're luckier than me.”

“Too much so, at some instances.” Suddenly, Berry was staring at the bar, and she was definitely biting her lip between words. “Feels like I’m waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. Like sooner or later she’ll lock eyes on a curvier, more willing mare… and poof. Gone.”

Viscera barely comprehended when she emptied the mug she slammed back on the table, but the buzz setting her nerves ablaze was too good for her to care. “Doubt that’ll happen, luv. You’re a good leash to her. And Leech looks too fun-loving to leave you wallowing in your own wares.”

Berry laughed, the noise both tinged with bitterness and sweetness. “Yeah. But what about you?”

Viscera let her take away the glass, knowing she was playing with fire with how the bar tilted before her eyes. “Same. Well... not so much. Caballeron left me. Wasn’t enough for him, apparently; doubt I ever was. An’ since this…” She tapped the foam-filled tabletop. ”Isn’t enough to forget him, I just want somepony else to fuck away those memories with.”

“Hmm. Another thing we’ve got in common, then.”

“How so?”

The second that Berry was sure the whoops and catcalls were keeping the sexy unicorn occupied, Berry went mouth-to-ear with Viscera. “She wants it. Five times a day. With me standing up.”

Now that got a gruff laugh out of the thiefpony. “You’re both mares, how does that even work?”

Berry’s eyes narrowed. “...you’re pulling my leg, right?”

“Wow. It's been a while, hasn’t it?”

Then another voice broke through, as clear as it was chirpy. “Then consider your drought over, V! Think fast!”

Viscera’s eye twitched - the only tell Berry Punch had to her actions before Viscera was in the rafters via a well-timed hurtle over the counter and a kickflip off the liquor shelves. Or, at least Berry Punch thought it was the rafters, because the stream of pressurized champagne Leech had intended to spray at the nimble thiefpony hit her instead. Kinda hard to see with sparkling cider in the eyes, after all.

“Leech!” she shrieked, wringing out her once-crisp apron and the form-fitting scraps of clothing underneath. “I haveta dry clean these, you kno-”

Then Berry was bowled over by a bag of hastily thrown bits taking the blinded mare off her feet.

“No you don’-oh, whoops!” Leech tittered concernedly. “Sorry about that!! At least I didn’t-”

Another bag of bits then dropped onto a… very private part of Berry’s, this one dropping from the rafters. “Shoot - sorry luv, that package was in motion before you tripped!” Viscera called out over the pained whinny from the bartender.

One violet flash of magic later, and Berry was upright. And dry. And still wincing as bit-bags were nestled in her ample cleavage. “Thanks, Leech.”

“No prob. Think I found my lucky equine for today, by the by.”

A soft thump heralded Viscera’s drop from the ceiling as well, her errantly swinging tail knocking the snoozing stallion off his seat again. “Lucky equ - you’re okay with this, Berry?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Berry asked. “No one living thing satisfies Leech the whole day. Been there, tried that, laughed over the album of other creatures who failed. It’s like the Loch Neighse Monster, balding gracefully, or Our Town.”

“... that place actually exists, you know that right?” Viscera flatly stated.

“Right. A town where nopony drinks?” laughed Berry. “Anyone leading that ‘place’ would be dead by daylight.”

And then a slim finger prodded right into Viscera’s cheek, keeping her from responding. “Can I help you, Leech?” she sighed.

“Y’already did. We heading upstairs, or what?”

At that point, time itself froze as Viscera contemplated what just happened. “Wait… no, Leech, what did you volunteer me for?”

“To have some fun, of course!” That it came from both Leech and Berry’s lips did not calm Viscera’s heart at all. The opposite in fact.

“W-wait, right now? I’m not even sure I’ve the equipment for what Leech’s after, and I’ve had quite enough experiences with Unicorn magic to not want that-”

“Ah ah.” The tinkling of a swinging glass - a beaker, actually - diverted Viscera’s attention. Leech had apparently brought out a wonderfully sized bottle of potion, and - well, how she’d fit that into those clothes was its own magical miracle. “I’ve got it all covered - at least, at the start.”

Viscera’s narrowed eyes shot back to Berry, hoping for a reprieve. No such luck, though.

“Well, Vis… you did say you wanted a way to knock the memories of the bad doctor out. What better way to knock than… boots?”

Viscera snickered. Being hit up by Leech and lame-punned by Berry? This opening was great. Just smile, wave, think up that excuse to get Leech off of her case for an hour or eight. Annnd… deploy.

“Well, fine, if it’ll make Leech happy.”

Now Viscera wanted to slap herself. Not with her own hands, mind. Claws were still there.

“Woo hoo!” Leech had the thiefpony’s wrists in her hands and was dragging her to the stairwell in seconds. “I’ll be sure to tell you how it went, Berry baby!”

Viscera, despite the doorways and rails flying past the edges of her vision, forced herself to stay calm. After all, this would be something new to focus on - to explore for her own use, of course. Leech was amazingly magnetic, in personality and magical power. And finding that out would only make her solo thieving all the better. How it’d be done was the maraschino cherry on top.

That was definitely the reason she was so flushed it could probably be seen through her coat. Definitely that and the ale.

Not the liquor-damp body and fuck-me-senseless eyes of the pony bouncing before her.

Because that would be weird.

The second they burst into the playroom for today - lacquered wood for floors, creamy silk for curtains and bedsheets - Viscera was settling back into her normal mode. Oh, it wasn’t easy, mind, with Leech whispering all the ways she wanted to be filthily taken in her twitching ears. But she wouldn’t be the best thief in Equestria if she didn't know how to compartmentalize her desires.

Like right now, when she wasn’t thinking of all the ways to pull Leech out of those skimpy clothes. Or even how those pearly teeth of Leech's had gotten the zip to her suit down in record time. This time, it was all about Leech. Not jewels, not Cabelleron, not the fact she could still hear this bar's patrons a floor below, chanting for her to pound this sticky slut’s snatch dry-

“Oh, this is unbelievably not, Vis…” came Leech’s throaty purr, her tongue trailing up one of her perfectly chiseled abs. Viscera's left leg was already curling up in pleasure from it. “You make this yourself, too?”

“Sure did, luv.” Viscera’s hands braced behind her head, allowing her a chance to flex her rippling, rock-hard core. Electricity surged through at seeing Leech nip at more of her twitching muscle. “Just -oh!-don’t stay too long.”

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Leech lied. The lust-clouding licks at each of her abs spoke loud and clear to Viscera. But apparently, the rest of her body proved that Leech was a wonderful multitasker. Especially her wicked fingers, the second they snuck under that leather suit of Vis’s and toward the shaven patch of skin beneath.

Viscera threw back her head the second she felt nails sliding along her soaked center. Even for her mask - usually as wedded to her head as the hood over it - the motion was too much. Both items flipped back to reveal her cherry-to-strawberry-tinted mane, curls flying over one of her eyes like a tidal wave.

“Hmm. Just like jades,” Of course, Leech’s focus was on a far lower target - both physically and visually. “Bit glad that Doc you palled about with was such a jerk. Only a little, anyway.”

Viscera would have happily responded to that. An inquiry about how Leech knew of this fact, though Viscera could guess. Maybe about how Leech could be so poetic with a tongue that had been twirling in her studded belly=button seconds ago, which she’d never guess.

But alas, it just ended in a sultry hiss as Leech’s fingers finally found her wet nub, and tortuously flicked it over and over.

Deftly and daringly, Leech clutched at more of Viscera’s body, muscle and leather alike quivering under her lecherous touch. Leech's mouth traveled higher, abandoning those dripping pecs for more mountainous terrain in Viscera’s perky tits. Meanwhile, her fingers traveled lower under leather and velvety skin, the motion finally slipping Viscera’s slackened suit off of one shoulder. Viscera's moans only crescendoed as a result, and nearly got into window-cracking pitch the second Leech slipped inside her with two digits.

“Oh, shit Leech, shit shit shiii~” she cooed, one of her legs wrapping around Leech’s slim waist.

Leech popped her mouth free of Viscera’s breast - an utterly lewd sound that made Viscera moan again - and giggled in response. “My little thief’s a screamer, too? Dear diary: ka-ching!”

Viscera’s attempt to protest that claim broke out in an ironically loud wail as Leech’s lips suddenly clamped on her collarbone. Like a master conductor, Leech pulled wanton yelps out of the thiefpony as she hummed against her neck, a beat synced with the swish of her swaying tail. She even made Viscera’s voice rise at key moments by having the fingers on the free hand pinch at the dusky nipples her tongue no longer warmed.

And below those nip-pinching digits, oh god how it made Viscera’s insides flutter in flight. For how impossibly slow Leech had taken it before, she wasted no time inside the thief pony’s waiting pussy. Her fingers struck against Viscera’s bundle of nerves, hitting them in ways that made stars dance in front of the thiefpony’s eyes. Soon, Viscera’s knuckles were whiter than the mane of Leech’s she was clenching in bliss.

“Like that you decided to go commando for me, too,” Leech's whispered, before laying another sloppy kiss on the swell of her breast. “Might keep the fun we have next from breaking a g-string or two.”

“What fu-oh, LEECH, oh goddess YES~!” And finally, three points of ecstasy caught the thiefpony at once. Leech had slurped hard on her neck, rolled one of her eraser-stiff nipples with one hand, and drove four fingers into her cunt with the other. All at once, Viscera came apart, howling her fuckbuddy’s nameas she came over those expert fingers. Liquid lust, hot and sparkling, coated Leech from wrist to waist, the feel of Leech's charcoal skin turning slick against Viscera’s driving her mind into the filthiest depths.

Leech’s, too.

“Goodness… that was something else.” Viscera cooed, strewn out on the puffy bed sheets as Leech rolled off her. The cold air rushing over Vis’s sweat-speckled body - and what was now a very sensitive spot on her neck - let her know she’d be feeling all this tomorrow. And yet, she couldn't care less.

Mainly because, unlike Cabelleron, there weren’t going to be breaks in this session.

“No time for sleepsies, luv.” purred Leech. Her horn lit up, bringing a flask to the thief's pursed lips. “Drink up.”

After the first five sips of that potion, Viscera realized three things right off the bat.

No, it was not wine or champagne.

No, she did not have the air to ask Leech what it was before drinking it.

Yes, that she survived at Berry’s pub with 1) and 2) was a modern miracle, in fact.

“Please don’t tell me that was the potion you had at the bar.”

Leech’s eyes innocently swung down. “Sure, but in a minute you’ll find out anyway.”

Viscera sighed, looking at the flask to try to ascertain where it left. Nothing but Leech and the room greeted her eyes. “Seriously, luv. You're telling me where you hide those things later,” she growled.

“Sure. Potion still sour going down?”

Viscera smacked her lips. “A little, but -mmmhph~”

And suddenly, Leech’s pillowy lips cut short any worry she had about what was budding from the crotch of her suit. Slowly, Viscera shed her cloves and cupped Leech’s face with bare fingers at last. The loud smacks of their lips disconnecting just made Viscera want to kiss Leech more, and soon, both girls were panting from the air they’d lost.

“So, guess, I should show you what I can do, right Leech?”

Leech could have answered. Instead, she squealed merrily when Viscera took off the wrappings that had been around her hands and flipped them over. And then even more sultrily when Viscera shorted winding those black bandages around her limbs.

Soon, Leech was in a bind, literally. Both her wrists and elbows were trussed up, the connecting cords to her spread knees resembling a star. Her head was mashed against the covers, providing only the tiniest peek at Viscera from between her heaving tits. And right at ground zero, Viscera was sliding down Leech’s burgundy shorts, the pink and puffy folds of her clit now revealed to the thiefpony.

And seeing that oozing prize offered up to her, Viscera couldn't help but dive in. With her thumb and index finger spreading those shiny lips, the crimson mare took her first lick between them. Immediately the thought of her times with her niece, boysenberries stating their lips as they talked about stallions, flew through her mind. The taste was sweet, almost jam-like, and it left her drooling.

“L-look at you…” Leech giggled, sliding her shapely thighs around Viscera’s head. “Speaking of, are you happy to see me already?”

Viscera took one look at Leech - then peeked down to where the lewd unicorn was staring at. Right at her waist, its tip thicker than a Gordian knot, was fourteen inches of prime-time futacock. How Viscera could think at all with how flushed with blood this monster was… well, it was another of a long list of marvels this day.

Sure was more interesting than any romp with the robber Doctor, at least.

“And what if I am happy, luv?”

“Then Berry and I did our job! Now... let’s see how well your tongue works.”

‘Was that kiss I gave you not enough?’ Viscera didn’t ask. That honeyed scent was clogging her nostrils, Leech’s grin was a wonderful turn-on, and she wanted to be deep in this whorish mare. Questions could wait, memories could wait, and those stupid whooping patrons a floor below them could wait too.

“Arm wrestliiiiiing!” Viscera sang out again.

Smiling at the chaos sounding out in the bar, Viscera then turned back to Leech and plunged her tongue deep into Leech’s wells in one stroke. Leech’s slatternly moan kept Viscera going, and so did the suffocating heat of her throbbing dick with each lap of her tongue against that pussy. Leech had to close an eye to guard against the pool her drool had painted on the covers.

And Viscera would have preferred some goggles now, if only to see past the waterfall gushing between Leech’s legs. Her juices were sticky and sweet, and it was painting another mask on Viscera;s face with how it clung to her face. Indeed, that twat she was tonguing was proving Leech’s namesake right - it hung around her tongue invitingly and kept her anchored. She purred as she lapped deeper.

Of course, this was also where the star-tie Leech was locked in worked against Viscera. It was neat, yes, but she’d have to hold the slatternly unicorn in place to keep plunging into her wet heat. And considering how Leech was whimpering for her to go ”Deeper, deeper, deeper!”...

Well, it wouldn’t be too hard.

Panting against that wet flower of Leech’s Viscera hauled her hands up, nearly brushing against blackened nipples that Leech’s writhing had slipped free of their tight top. Slowly, she made her way back to Leech’s flanks, but just as she was about to squeeze...

“My tits, Vis!”

Viscera tried hard not to drool over them again. The bed was sticky enough as it was. “They’re nice, Leech, but-”

“No. Please… touch them already! C-can’t wait!” Leech whined, “I’ll keep you in me! Just…!”

Viscera, after a second, obliged her fellow fuckbuddy. Bringing her hands down again, she pushed at Leech’s top until it was bunched around her collarbone. Then she swung back to those bulging rack of Leech’s, clutching at those breasts like they were lifebuoys. A shameless gasp burst out from Leech at that, making Viscera’s grin turned wicked.

Then Viscera’s deft tongue flitted out and rammed right back into Leech’s clit. Pistoning into that unicorn’s avaricious walls as her chestmeat twitched against Viscera’s fingers, both mares soon found their rhythm. In seconds, Leech’s head was up from her arch again, moaning and screaming like she’d die if Viscera’s tongue left her twat.

It wasn’t like Viscera wanted to leave either; it was like she’d found the sweetest lollipop in Equestria between Leech’s quaking legs. She never wanted this pleasure to stop rolling through her body, especially down at the straining shaft cramped against her suit.

“Almost… almost...” Leech begged, words slurring against the covers she was gripping in her teeth.

For Viscera, though, the need to use the tool between her legs had finally overruled her need for sweetness. Pulling herself back from the juices flowing from the pussy before her, she barely registered the bestial howl Leech let out before pulling a claw from the wrappings she'd shed.

With a flick of the wrist. Leech’s bonds were severed, and the unicorn slumped over the bed. She barely had time to breathe in relief, before Viscera turned her head to the crimson cock and plunged it into that sweet maw.

Viscera’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Not only from the shock of taking Leech’s mouth so ruthlessly, but how good the inside of the unicorn’s mouth felt on her new equipment. Stealing Leech’s breath away, making Leech her cocksleeve… it was just what the doctor (not named Caballeron) ordered.

Yet Viscera retracted, certain she’d shocked Leech with how much she gaped at the dick unclogging its way from her windpipe. “Sorry, Leech, it was gut instinct; if you - fuckin’ Faust!”

Nevermind. It wasn’t shock Leech had, it was hunger. It explained the dilated eyes and the drooling. And how she seized Viscera’s trim hips to impale her throat on that cock halfway through Vis’s apology. Spit flew all over Leech’s face, her messy meat-gobbling slicking up her friend in seconds. Viscera had to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head when Leech happily gurgled the last few inches of her fucklog down her gullet.

Whatever restraint the thiefpony had on fucking Leech senseless died in the fires of that unicorn’s slitted eyes as she looked up at her. The way it was so submissive, combined with the telling slurps of her mammoth member, was too lewd for words. Slowly, Viscera kneaded her fingers into those white locks of Leech again, letting its silky feel flow around her digits. Then she slowly pumped in and out of that slutty mouth, letting herself get lost in the grind.

In second, Viscera's tool was shiny and throbbing as it was once again pulled from between swollen lips. And of course, Leech shared the love with Viscera's plum-sized testes as well, kissing and popping her lips around each one. Cum churned audibly within those leathery sacks Leech was making out with, and the sight was enough to hone Vis’s mind on one goal.

Filling Leech’s need for seed.

Almost in a blink, Viscera settled down between Leech’s thighs. Prying those long legs wide enough apart made the pussy between clench, the squishing sound making the thief’s eyes twitch deliriously. “Sure I'm keeping you happy there, Leech?”

“Yep. Pleased as punch,” gasped Leech. “Or at least I will be when the ringing in her ears subsides.”

“From wha-”

Leech’s own wolfish smile put two and two together in Viscera’s mind. “You’re a screamer, too.”

“Fuck me hard and find out.” Leech followed it up with a wink.

Viscera’s own pupils narrowed to slits at that thought of the unicorn, a white-spotted mess underneath her - and then coated in seed, too. “Aww, all for me?” she taunted, finally lining her mare-breaking member dead center at Leech’s dripping peach. “Good girl.”

And then both mares let out piercing shrieks as Viscera thrust forward. Immediately, the imprint of her cock was the first vision Viscera had, a mouthwatering buldge crawling up Leech’s crotch. The second vision was soon obscured by her own wet locks, as Leech howled and her long-denied orgasm struck. Nirvana was finally achieved as Leech spasmed on that scorching shaft, her juices squirting out in arcs to mat Viscera’s mane and the bed in streams of sweet sap.

Of course, what was mind-shattering to Leech was divine for Viscera, feeling Leech gush around her giant tool. With a vicious grin, she started pushing into Leech further, drawing out mini-orgasms like landmines as she felt those walls clamp and twist around her. She didn’t even think she heard a pop as her medial ring slipped into that cunt.

Mere seconds later, Leech’s thighs stopped thrashing in bliss. Ironically, enough, it was because Viscera had finally bottomed out in her.

Leaning down to claim Leech’s mouth again, Viscera moaned into another rough kiss. Twisting her head to keep the unicorn guessing, Vis’s tongue quickly plundered her mouth. Almost at the same time, her hips pulled back, making that sweet canal of Leech’s struggle to keep her in. It was a tight trip too, the hold that pussy had on its invader invoking a spine-tingling sensation in the thiefpony.

When Viscera was almost out, she broke from Leech’s mouth. Then she delightedly watched as her next thrust made Leech pant breathlessly right into her face.

“So hot,” Viscera purred, seeing Leech’s mouth curl into a silent ‘O’. “I’ll take it.”

And take Leech she did, in thrust after hip-rippling thrust. Over and over, Viscera rammed Leech into the fucking bed, springs creaking in protest against the merciless pounding. But the unicorn’s needy mewls, and the jiggling of her ample chest, were all Viscera hunted now.

Viscera’s lips fastened to Leech’s neck as the crimson mare leaned over her, the strokes of her massive cock following her elevated angle as she drilled Leech deeper. Soon Leech was curled in a marital press, the intimate feel of her pussy being plowed out only made her moans louder. Even without knowing, Viscera was making her feel perfect, trapped between the bed and the altered beast of a mare fucking her into it.

It was only seconds before Leech came again with a wanton cry, and her orgasms spurred the thiefpony on. Despite the bucking mess they were now, Viscera hadn’t even come once yet. And the feel of Leech’s never-ending orgasm, combined with the springs crimping to fit their unicorn-sized rut in the bed, was torture.

There were worse tortures for the thiefpony though. The depths that Viscera was jackhammering into were vice-like, and electricity clapped across her vision on each thrust. Yet completion, that ever-elusive peak, kept dancing from Viscera's fingers; tightly gripped against Leech’s ankles as they were.

Thankfully, Viscera wouldn’t be denied long.

After all, this wasn't just about Leech anymore.

This was about the doctor that had led her on so long and yet left her with so much pain.

But each wild thwak of colliding hips, ever salted slurp at Leech’s sweat-dribbled neck, every “YES!” yanked from that unicorn’s drooling mouth, was her revenge. It was a middle finger, pushed as high as Luna’s moon at the world that sought to bring the thiefpony low.

And with one final thrust, Viscera let the webs of white before her eyes claim her vision, victorious at last.

“LEECH, oh fuck!”she screamed into her fuckbuddy’s neck as she burst like a firehose. Her altered erection flooded Leech’s ribbed insides with thick spunk, hot and virile, bulging out Leech's stomach all the more from the force. Leech’s yell was hoarse, yet satisfying, thrashing in Viscera’s grip as she came one last time, her stomach soon painted in streams of cum bursting from her stuffed quim. For a while they were locked this way, their lips crushing together in one last frantic kiss as they bucked together.

Then Viscera yanked out, her knees clacking hard on the bed rails as she came off her high. Her thighs ached, her cock was fast disappearing into an ebbing glow and her suit was almost silver from the cum stinging her legs. She was panting and the room smelled of brine and lemons.

But by Celestia, Viscera was downright happy.

“By fuck, Leech, I don’t even know what to… to…” This time, her words trailed off at the sight before her.

“Oh, just a sec-goodness, this never happens to me.” Leech looked almost comical, her legs windmilling inside the dip in the ruined bed.

Biting her bottom lip to keep from light, Viscera got her mask wedged back on her face before staggering over to the other end of the bed. “Want a hand?”

Only to be bowled over in a flurry of sparks as the bed was wrapped in a violet aura, springing out Leech into a pirouetting dismount before her. “Sike!” Leech cried, shaking her mane free of the cum stuck to it.

Much to Viscera’s spluttering dismay. “Really?!” she gasped, sucking in her lip in dismay. Definitely that. Not to taste even more of that heavenly Leechera cum. Not.

“Again, sorry about that,” Leech said. ''Good effort though. Game was close.” Rolling a deft hand over her obesely bulging stomach, Leech sucked in another breath. “Oooh, think I might need to take it easy for a day or so. Want I should tell Berry that we’re done - and how many stallions I gotta flash to get her a new mattress?”

Viscera stared at Leech for a second, mouthed a prayer up above and pushed the unicorn back onto the bed. “Depends, are we?” she asked, crawling up the unicorn’s body.

“See, Vis? That’s the spirit.” purred Leech, letting Viscera steal another kiss from her stained lips.

Viscera, only seconds from retaking one of Leech's puffy nipples into her mouth, wondered if she should ask just how that Summer Sun even with Berry went. Would be thematically appropriate, considering the stars still twinkling at the edges of her eyes.

But then the slatternly unicorn beneath her moaned “Suck me off…” and Viscera’s silver tongue found other uses for that moment. That tale would probably be for another day, it seemed...