Slight news on Today's Original Fic Submission...

Yes, it is taking longer than expected - but only because I'm putting out no less than a full finished and perfected product. It's at 8K words and might be getting bigger than that by its publishing.

And because I will never let it be said that I was bluffing on how saucy it gets, I'm spoiling an entirety of one of its three sex-scenes with the mare of honor herself, as an apology for its delayed release. Corner Pocket will be debuting on Friday at the earliest, Sunday at the least. Enjoy, and thank you for your patience at this time.

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

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

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

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

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

“F-ffufuck, so wet,” Tekky hissed. Leech’s needy clit was sliding over her cock, slathering every inch of it in smears of marecum. The second Leech’s hands started twisting in her own nipples however, the slightest hints of milk beading at the tips, Tekky’s need for dominance returned. iSHoving Leech into the crate, she relished in both the debased gasp Leech gave, and the give in that crate’s lip as it sagged around her assistant’s supple curves. 

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

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

Tekky tore her lips away from that lips again and swallowed Leech’s lips again in a searing kiss. Even now, the burning need to hold Leech, breed her, possess her stemmed from that fear she’d disappear if Tekky let go. Lost in that kiss, Tekky’s skin bristled at how close she was to losing Leech’s, finding her in the basement of her store that she’d lived in behind Teekky’s back. Her destitute state made Tekky give her her job assisting her in running Potions’ n’ Stuff, and each moment after made Tekky’s more determined to use that massive tool between her legs. 

Preferably, to split apart anything keeping her from keeping Leech, that greedy cunt of Leech’s top of the list. Right now, it only seems to exist to be filled by every other stallion Leech came across. But tonight, it belonged to her, and she was going to fill her lovely assistant full of cum. Then they’d see through those three mare’s buying of that Draught of Debauchery, and maybe she’d breed Leech again.
 
Finally aligning her scratch with that dripping slit of Leech, Tekky finally plunged in. A foot-and-a-half of surging maredick shot into Leech’s pussy with a wet schlicking noise. Two slutty and blaring wails shot from both mares’ lips as the thrashed against each other, locked together at last. “Take me,” stammered Leech, her legs wrapping around Tekky’s waist. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, Leech,” Tekky gowled, hilting in her imare one last time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really love you, Tekky.” 

“You too, Leech.”