> Rough Around the Edges
>  by Some Leech
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> But Somewhat Soft Hearted
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Trudging upstairs, all Tekky wanted was a shower, a sandwich, maybe a fap, and to get some sleep. It wasn’t like it had been a particularly arduous day at work, it had actually been pretty slow, but she was tired. The weather hadn’t been helping her any, considering it had been cold and dreary for the better part of a week. All in all, it was just one of those days that made her go “Bleh”. To make matters worse, her roommate had been AWOL for nearly a day.

Leech, for some unknowable reason, had disappeared the night before, likely scampering around town doing Celestia knows what. Every few weeks, the svelte black unicorn would wander off, often returning home within a day or so, so Tekky wasn’t overly concerned. Hell, she’d been living on the streets for years, before she’d started bunking with her, so she could handle herself well enough.

Casually stripping out of her shirt and pants, Tekky tossed her clothes into an unseemly pile of dirty laundry, before making her way to the bathroom. As she reached for the faucet, she paused. Nothing was wrong, and everything was where it should be, but the apartment was quiet. Standing there, listening to nothing, Tekky realized what was amiss; it was the silence. Normally, and for almost a year, Leech would be babbling on about something or pestering her. It could be aggravating at times, although the lack of it was disconcerting. Shaking her head, and reminding herself that the feisty mare would be back, she set the shower to warm.

In short order, the heterochromic dickmare got herself washed up, fixed herself something to eat, and found herself lounging on the couch. An oversized t-shirt and pair of boxers adorned her frame, while her still drying brown hair rested over the sofa’s arm. Without anything, or anyone, to occupy Tekky’s time, her afternoons tended to devolve into melancholic boredom. She didn’t have anything pressing to do, and the laundry could wait, so she simply resigned herself to watching television in the dim light of her living room. Before she knew it, her eyelids had grown heavy, and Tekky drifted off to sleep.

In the midst of a dreamless slumber, Tekky was jarred awake, by the sound of her apartment door loudly smacking against the wall. Jolting to her feet, bewildered and half asleep, she snatched up the first thing her hand landed upon; unfortunately, it was one of Leech’s titanic dildos. Hefting the mighty silicone dong, she whirled around, to face the would-be intruder. A black mare, with a shaggy, white mop of mane and tail, stumbled into view.

Looking about, with unfocused eyes, Leech’s gaze finally settled upon the tense, blue dickmare. “Tekky!” she chirped, wandering towards her roommate.

As Leech drew nearer, Tekky began to notice that something was off. Firstly, the girl had a bottle in her hand, and an odd, somewhat sullied top hat on her head. Secondly, and far more disconcertingly, she looked a little roughed up. The dark violet cocktail dress she was wearing was torn in several spots, and she had small nicks and cuts on her legs, arms, and one on her cheek. “Are you...alright?” she asked, looking her friend over.

Leech paused, looked herself over, and shrugged. “Nah,” she said, waving dismissively and taking a slug from her bottle. “Wait, I mean, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” she hastily added, continuing on her bee-line towards the potion maker.

Seeing her friend drunk wasn’t an exceptionally rare occurrence, but the unicorn had never come home looking like this. With a sigh, Tekky sat her makeshift cudgel down and stomped off to the kitchen. “Leech, for fuck’s sake, you’re trashed,” she grumbled, walking past the sauced unicorn. Retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge, she returned to her confused and shabby friend. “Here, drink,” she commanded, thrusting the bottle at Leech.

Looking between the proffered water and the bottle in her hand, Leech cocked an eyebrow. “But I’ve already got a drink,” she mused, lifting her vodka.

With an exasperated grunt, Tekky snatched the bottle from Leech’s hand, and replaced it with the water. “I meant water,” she grunted, irately. While she wasn’t much of a drinker herself, she knew her friend needed to stay hydrated, lest she have an even worse hangover in the morning. Setting the vodka on the dining room table, she returned to her roommate who, fortunately, was sipping the water. “So, how’d you get banged up?” she asked, crossing her arms under her hefty bosom.

“Fuckin, some prick grabbed my ass, so I punched him in the mouth,” Leech slurred, wiping her face. Granted, she considered herself pretty loose, but you don’t just go around feeling up girls on a whim. She looked up, as Tekky grabbed her shoulder.

“Who did it?” Tekky seethed, absolutely livid. While she wasn’t a proponent of physical violence, she wasn’t going to let someone get away with messing with her friend. Shaking her hand off, Leech shook her head.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I just got into a scrape with him and his friend, that’s all,” Leech explained. Chugging the rest of the water, she tossed the bottle into the kitchen, completely missing the trash can, before turning to Tekky. “It ain’t like I can’t sort shit out myself, or that I ain’t been in those sorta situations before. Shit, it coulda been a lot worse, lemme tell ya,” she added, triumphantly jamming her thumb to her chest, between her onyx tits.

The implications of Leech’s statement didn’t quell Tekky’s frazzled nerves. “Welp, come on,” she grunted, scooping her friend up. As much as she wanted to bitch the girl out, it could wait until morning, when she was sobered up. Walking to the couch, with the unicorn in her arms, she yelped, when she felt her nipple get pinched. “Really…” she sighed, earning a giggle from her cargo.

“Why’s yours gotta be bigger than mine?” Leech groused, absentmindedly tugging at the top of her dress to peer at her perky breasts. It’s not like it really bothered her, but she wouldn’t mind having a bit more meat up top. Before she knew it, she was casually deposited in the recliner, beside the sofa. The abrupt act dislodged the hat from her head, leaving it to roll on the floor. “H...Hey!” she fussed, reaching for the accessory.

“What’s with the hat, anyways?” Tekky inquired, taking a seat on the nearby couch.

“Oh, yeah, he’s cool. I found him after that scuffle,” Leech wheezed, successfully reaching the hat and placing it back on her head.

“He?” Tekky pressed. Now, Leech had always been a bit eccentric, but she’d never known the girl to proscribe genders, or personalities, to inanimate objects. She watched, as her friend affectionately patted the top of the thing.

“Yup. The last thing I remember is being hit in the stomach, as I was walking home. Next thing I know, I’m coming to and have Peepers on my head,” she drunkenly declared, running her fingers around the hat’s brim.

With the flames of her anger refueled, Tekky clenched and unclenched her fists. As it was, there wasn’t much she could do about her friend having been beaten up, and leaving her alone was out of the question, so she chose to bide her time. “So,” she began, attempting to distract herself from dark thoughts, “why’s he called Peepers.”

Leech paused, shrugged, and shook her head. “I dunno, just kinda looked like a Peepers,” she mused. Her expression turned sour, seemingly from nowhere, as she realized she wasn’t sitting with her buddy. “Tekky,” she pouted, scrunching her nose at the dickmare, “you didn’t want me to sit with you?”

“What? No! I just put you in the chair, ya silly slut,” Tekky groaned. Honestly, she’d just set Leech down in the open seat, and hadn’t given her placement much thought. Before she could move, her roommate unsteadily got to her feet, took two shakey steps in her direction, and flopped onto the couch beside her. Shaking her head, she smiled at the girl, who beamed over at her, like an idiot. It wasn’t that Leech was actually dumb, but she was certainly odd and energetic; different would be a good way to describe her.

“I wanna lay down,” Leech protested, shoving her friend’s shoulder, in an attempt to coax the dickmare to move over.

“Ugh, fine,” Tekky muttered, scooching to the far end of the sofa. With care, Leech removed the hat from her crown, and gingerly placed it on the coffee table. She sighed, as the slim mare leaned over to gently rest her head on her lap. “You really are a piece of work, you know that?” Tekky murmured, running her fingers through the girl’s bramble-like hair.

Leech giggled, rubbing her face over the substantial bulge within Tekky’s shorts. “Why would you say that?” she murmured, turning slightly to face her friend.

“I don’t know, you’re just sort of a lovable goof,” Tekky remarked, down to Leech’s brilliant, cat-like eyes. Immediately, the girl wrapped her arms around Tekky’s waist, as she was hugged from the awkward position.

“Hey...Hey, Tekky,” Leech purred, peering up at her friend, “can I sleep in your bed tonight?” While the two did live together, they had their separate rooms. Sure, there were nights when they’d both collapse in the same bed, after a protracted or particularly energetic bout of sex, but they rarely actually slept together.

“Why?” Tekky inquired asked, caught off guard by the question.

“Cause you’re big and warm and make me feel safe,” Leech responded, contently squirming on and beside her.

Tekky shrugged, willing to give up a portion of her mattress for her roommate. “Alright, I guess. After you take a shower,” she said, noting just how dirty the girl was. Reaching up, Leech wrapped her arms around her neck.

“Carry me,” Leech requested, having misconstrued Tekky’s statement as an announcement.

Rolling her eyes, Tekky obliged her friend. “Lazy ass,” she sighed, under her breath. Leech could be, and often was, a hassle; but she’d had a rough night, so the impromptu request could slide. Getting to her feet, she hefted the girl into a cradled position, for the second time that evening, before walking off to her bedroom. Making her way into the bathroom, she set the mare down, and carefully unzipped the back of her dress. They’d seen each other naked more times than they could count, so Leech didn’t mind the assistance. Slowly, Tekky slipped the garment over her shoulders, leaving it to fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties, or a bra, which was unsurprising, so her body was left bare.

“Tekky,” Leech mumbled, turning around and exposing her front side to her friend, “do you like me?”

“I…” Tekky began, attempting to formulate an answer. Leech and she had become damn good friends, since they’d met, but she’d never really examined it from a romantic angle. Hell, she’d never been that romantic of a dickmare, to begin with! Over the years, she’d had all manner of sexual shenanigans, but she really hadn’t dated much. She gulped, realizing she had to say something. 

“You’re a really good friend, maybe even my best friend. So, yeah, I like you,” Tekky declared, hoping the verbal maneuver would placate the girl. She hoped Leech’s vodka pickled brain wouldn’t continue to pepper her with questions. Mercifully, the ploy worked, and she quickly found herself tackle-hugged by the naked mare.

The embrace was fleeting, mostly because Leech was chilly and wanted to hurry up and shower, so she could get into bed. Between the scuffle and walk home, not to mention how many drinks she had, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. Releasing Tekky, and stooping over, to turn on the shower, she jumped inside and immediately regretted the decision. Without any time to warm up, the water was absolutely frigid, so Leech was left to cower in the corner until it heated up. The sound of laughing caused her to glance at Tekky, who looked extremely amused at her plight. “Ha ha ha, Asshole,” she mockingly chided.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole, because I carried you in here and put up with you every day,” Tekky retorted, watching the girl begin to lather herself.

“Yup, you’re an asshole, but you’re not as pretty as this asshole,” Leech laughed, presenting her rear and prying her cheeks apart.

Tekky’s titillating view of Leech’s pucker, and the dark marehood just beneath it, was cut short, as the young woman turned to the side. Even drunk, her roommate had a way of getting what she wanted, especially if it meant the steadily hardening length of cock within her shorts. “I already had a shower,” she huffed, trying to restrain herself.

“Just because you had a shower, doesn’t mean you got your dick wet,” Leech teased. Now facing her friend, she pressed her shoulders against the shower wall, leaned back, and spread the meaty lips of her snatch, revealing its succulent pink interior. Getting a hard dicking would make for a pleasant nightcap, since her evening hadn’t gone all that smoothly.

Slowly, Tekky pulled off her top, then tugged her shorts off, while staring at the girl. Stepping into the shower, and letting the warm water flow over her body, she grabbed Leech’s waist, intent to turn her around.

“Can we stay like this?” Leech demurely requested, lifting a leg and partially hitching it over the dickmare’s hip.

“Why?” Tekky bluntly countered. Usually, Leech was happy to get fucked wherever and however, so the appeal left her curious. 

“I just just like looking at you, you know, when we do it,” Leech whispered, blushing slightly. It was odd, to think that something so humble and innocent would fluster her, yet it did. Honestly, she felt a little silly asking, but the vodka from earlier had weakened her inhibitions, leaving her vulnerable.

Tekky squatted slightly, wrapping her arms around Leech’s knees and pulling her upward. With the unicorn’s back braced against the wall, and Tekky’s tool grinding over her snatch, the unicorn was putty in her hands. She grinned wolfishly, as Leech closed her fingers around her cock. “Want it bad, huh?” she snickered, feeling the girl’s digits dance over her length.

“I could say the same for you,” Leech tittered. Angling her hips upward, and hauling Tekky’s prick to her entrance, she locked eyes with her friend. She simply nodded, signalling she was ready for the large earth pony to begin, and so she did. Maybe it was because she was drunk, but Leech could swear Tekky was taking it kind of easy on her. Slowly, her snatch was filled with more and more cock, as her partner steadily plunged deeper and deeper into her marehood. Sweet Celestia, she loved the feeling. So full, the sublime heat and pressure of her partner filling her, as she was held and fucked. Positioned as they were, her options to reciprocate were limited, so she was left to clench herself around the vascular shaft within her.

While Tekky hadn’t expected to get any action that evening, she sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down. Not only would the spontaneous coitus wear Leech out, but it would ease her own tension as well; after all, she had been woken up and found herself ready to beat a home invader with a sex toy. Slipping her hands down her partner’s legs, to the girl’s well sculpted rear, she pistoned her hips. Their breasts pressed against one another, jostling slightly, as they moved.

Putting her hands on the wall, to either side of her head, Leech pushed herself down to meet Tekky’s thrusts. Every plunge caused the head of her partner’s cock to impact against her cervix, causing her to guterally moan. The warm water over her body, her lover’s strong embrace, the sensation of being so absolutely filled with cock, it was all wonderful. “H...harder,” she whimpered, locking her legs around her partner’s waist.

Tekky obliged, hammering herself into Leech’s eager cunt. Every thrust sent her weighty balls swinging forward to slap the girl’s ass. She looked down, and bit her lip, as she saw Leech’s face; her eyes were closed, and her mouth partially open, as she was being rutted. Covered in water, her normally frazzled mane lie draped over her snout and head. It was actually a pretty hot look, and one she may even suggest in the morning. Tekky dug her fingers into the cheeks of Leech’s ass, as she plowed her partner like a field in spring.

“Don’t...Don’t stop!” Leech wheezed, moving one hand between their bodies, to furiously massage her clit. Her slim fingers, having made their way to her crotch, were a blur of motion. She could feel her marehood dragged out with each backstroke, before Tekky rammed herself back inside. Keenly, she could sense her partner’s tool throbbing, and its head expanded incrementally, as the dickmare’s impending climax drew nearer.

Tekky closed her eyes, fixating on herself, as she continued. She wasn’t worried about Leech cumming, she almost always did and, even if she didn’t, she content herself to rub one out, while sucking the cum off, and out of, her member. Taking a step back, she held the black mare to herself, and started jackhammering into her.

Now free from the wall, Leech desperately hugged Tekky’s neck, while her legs were wrapped around the dickmare’s waist. “Celestia, yes! Fuck me!” she squealed, kissing and licking her partner’s neck. Her heart thundered in her chest, as her tits were smashed against Tekky’s own. There wasn’t really anything that could compare to moments like these; being held, used, savagely rutted like some debased animal, it was absolutely thrilling. A bit depraved, sure, but she was simply giving in to her primal urges, unlike so many prudish mares.

Grunting furiously, Tekky endured, but she knew she wasn’t going to last that long. She could already feel the head of her cock beginning to flare, and the telltale buildup of inexorable pleasure mounting within her. Her balls, each heavy with cum, slowly drew taught to her body, as she continued to rut her friend. Finally, with one titanic plunge, she bucked her hips upward, while simultaneously pulling Leech down, as she reached her limit. Like many times before, a geyser of seed erupted within the impish unicorn.

As Leech’s marehood stretched rhythmically, in tune with Tekky’s throbbing member, Leech leaned in and gave her friend a deep kiss. The influx of spunk, the pressure of being filled with what had to be pints of the stuff, pushed her over the edge. Her thighs quivered, and her marehood angrily seized upon her partner’s tool, as she was overcome with rapturous bliss. With her snout to Tekky’s, she jammed her tongue into the dickmare’s mouth. It was an exceptionally rare moment that they actually kissed, a passionate moment which Leech dearly wished would happen more often, so she savored it.

Thick gobbets of Tekky’s jizz and spatters of Leech’s nectar pattered to the tub, only to be washed down the drain. One of the benefits of fucking in the shower was the ease of cleanup, which was a boon, since Leech wasn’t going to clean a damn thing, seeing as how she’d likely be nursing a hangover in the morning. Locked together, in an intimate embrace, the two rode out their orgasms.

After a moment, Tekky pulled away, and looked Leech in the eye. “What was that for?” she quietly asked, regarding the kiss.

“I dunno, I just wanted to kiss you,” Leech dolefully mused, looking away. She really didn’t have a justification for it, so she just let the statement hang.

“Well, let’s rinse off and get to bed,” Tekky murmured, carefully withdrawing her softening prick from Leech’s abused and seed flooded cunt.

Nodding, Leech set herself to the task, with Tekky’s assistance. It only took them a few minutes to finish washing up and, by the time they were finished, most of the cream had made its way down the drain. After half-assedly drying herself, Leech scampered into Tekky’s room, and flopped on her bed.

Walking in, and crossing her arms, Tekky affixed the girl with a deadpan stare. “Really? We’re doing this now?” she grumbled. Leech, having burrowed under the blankets, peeked out and gave a little nod. There was barely any arguing with her sober, let alone drunk, so she resigned herself to have a bed-mate for the evening. “Alright, fine, but I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” she said, trudging towards the kitchen. “And you better not barf in my bed,” she hastily added, shouting over her shoulder. 

“Please, I’m not some basic bitch! I’m from the mean streets!” Leech yelled back, contentedly wriggling under the covers. If getting plastered meant she got to sleep with Tekky more often, she may need to do it more.

Passing into the kitchen, and turning towards the sink, Tekky paused. There, on the counter, was a full glass of water, sitting beside that funny hat Leech had paraded in with. Giving it an equally funny look, she reached for the glass, then did a double take. It could have been her imagination, but she swore she’d just seen a pair of citrine colored eyes, set within the hat’s hollow. As disconcerting as the image was, she was immediately distracted by Leech’s hollering.

“Leech is thirsty and wants head pats,” she loudly bleated, kicking her feet impatiently.

“Fine,” Tekky griped to herself, wheeling around to head back to her room. Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she stopped. As stupid as it was, and as foolish as she felt, she gave the hat a second look. “Thanks,” she said, feeling like an absolute loon for thanking an inanimate object. While it was highly unlikely the hat was anything more than just a hat, she’d heard about crazier shit happening. For fuck’s sake, she crafted potions that could change someone’s size, sex, or hair color, so it couldn’t have been that much of a stretch. 

Strolling back to her room, she set the water on the nightstand beside Leech, before crawling into bed next to the girl. No sooner had she made herself comfortable, than the unicorn wrapped her arms and legs around her, nearly enveloping her in a full body hug. “Yes, Leech. Good night, Leech,” she grumbled, patting the girl’s head.

“G’night, my Blueberry,” Leech purred, as her eyelids grew heavy. The post coitus euphoria, paired with the night she’d had, set her to droze off nearly instantly.

With the weight of her friend at her side, and feeling rather spent herself, Tekky quickly followed suit. As they snoozed, holding one another, the hat inexplicably rolled through the door. Bumping into Tekky’s dresser, it came to a halt, just before a long, sinuous tendril crept out of it’s hollow, towards the furniture’s surface. Pulling itself up and onto the chest of drawers, the hat rested, and a pair of luminous eyes from within its depths watched the pair of ponies sleep…