[Warning: Contains scenes that may be triggering, considered bad taste or offensive. Viewer discretion is advised.]

Caress sighed and pushed the now comatose stallion off of her, letting his snoring head hit the bed. Her most recent client was a beefcake of a stallion that had more balls than anything else. He'd managed to get into the VIP lounge and had taken a shining to Caress. She'd played with him, played along with his boasting. It wasn't that he wasn't a nice enough boy, but he didn't have a clue what he was doing, and his pickup lines were horrible. If he'd had sense, he'd have started on one of the less expensive girls. Caress was one of the most expensive in the place, and it wasn't for no reason. She'd earned her spot. But sometimes even the best had to take one for the team.

This was her turn.

She looked at the stallion critically. He was still softening. That was one thing she'd give him, he'd lasted a while. Probably got his stamina from years of solo action practice. She looked over at the dresser in the corner. His few possessions he'd brought with him rested on it, along with it his wallet. With a smile, she rolled off the bed, careful not to make a mess. It was hard enough for her to clean up in a short period of time, let alone the poor maintenance and cleaning staff in the place. Making her way over to the dresser in question, she picked up the wallet with a thoughtful look. She threw it in the air and caught it a time or two and it made a delightful jingling sound. With a quick glance back at the snoring equine on the bed, she opened it quickly and peeked inside. He still had easily thirty, maybe forty bits in there. If she had to guess, she'd say he'd recently gotten paid, or got laid off and came here to relax. He'd had a few drinks down in the lounge before she'd met him, or so she assumed. He'd had alcohol on his breath.

With a sly giggle and the personal thrill that tingled all the way down her spine that she got everytime she took something that didn't belong to her, she took a few of the coins eagerly. It wasn't that she couldn't help herself, really! She just... it felt so damn good!

Along with the coinage, was a set of keys. Those she didn't give a second thought. You couldn't steal a house. Not really. She put the wallet back down on the dresser, making sure it was closed as it was. One thing that separated a professional from an amateur, the ability to make things look the same as they were before you were there. Caress prided herself in the knowledge that she could do that, and she liked to think she could do it relatively well. But then, she'd had a lot of practice.

"There's my tip~" she giggled happily, "I might even have enough for those shoes!"

Caress looked back at the stallion and sighed, walking back over to the bed. With a gentle hoof, she drew the sheets up and over his comatose form. She might resent his lack of skill, but she wasn't cruel. That done, Caress walked to the right side of the room and pressed at the middle of the wall. A camouflaged door opened up into a bathroom suite. It was a renovation that Ambrosia had spent a lot of her money on, since she didn't like the idea of a group shower. Sometimes the girls needed their privacy so...

Caress slipped out of the miniskirt she'd been wearing, taking the bow of her neck and her ear and shaking off the too-tight white formal school shirt. Normally, she'd have gone for something a lot more gothic, but she'd lost a bet to Valinor earlier that week and was wearing more atypical 'sexy' clothes for the week. With a quick movement, she turned on the shower's hot water and stripped the last bow out from the base of her tail before adjusting the steaming water and quickly stepping in and under the water's warm embrace. Her mane plastered itself to her head and shoulders, pale red and purple. Her feathers, as pegasi feathers were want to do, repelled the water rather nicely. She stood under the water for a while, letting it roll down her shoulders and back before picking up her favorite bottle of shampoo.

It smelled like raspberries.

"That's not how it works Amber. I warned you at the very start how risky a business like the Star was to run. There's nothing I can do."

Ambrosia shook her head with an irritated growl. It wasn't a good sound for her. Seated before her was an old stallion. Even his coat was graying he was that aged. The old boy's name was Tipstaff, and he'd worked in the chamber of commerce for almost forty years, and this is where they both were. Tipstaff in a chair behind his desk, Ambrosia pacing before the desk.

"There's got to be something you can do! Look, I know I owe you already, and believe me, I will pay you back somehow. But I really need your help right now. I can't do this on my own. By the time I can even try to solve my problems, I'm afraid it'll be too late. If his ideas are rejected by the Chamber of Commerce's ponies, then both of his requests will be denied."

Tipstaff sighed.

"How is it you figured this out?" He asked patiently.

"Simple," Ambrosia answered, "The Chamber has more members in parliament than any other organisation. More than half of parliament in fact. If you can persuade them to reject him..."

Parliament was a little known part of the government. Most ponies assumed it was all the Princesses that made decisions. But that wasn't necessarily true. The Princesses made big decisions, and held court on matters that the common pony needed help with. But the Parliament handled the day to day decisions. Patrol routes, how strict the chamber would be on books, the length of time for minor penalties and infractions.

"Amber, it was the Chamber of commerce that made the move to crack down on the books, not Gild," He responded slowly, as though he was talking to a child, "And it was Princess Luna who asked us to crack down on health concerns. Why would I turn on my own decision?"

Ambrosia paused. He had a point, and now that she thought on it, it made a lot of sense, and she remembered only now that Bubbles had said to her that the Chamber of Commerce was toughening up, but she hadn't mentioned who'd brought up the Health and Safety concerns. But then...what was it about Gild that she'd heard..?

"Right..." She said softly, embarrassed and thanking the Princesses that her coat was red enough to cover her blush, "But... Stitches! Stitches said something about Gild... it was um..."

"Will you give it a rest Amber?" Tipstaff asked pointedly, "Gild is a fool, but he's still guard captain. He has just as much, if not more, authority than I do."

"But Stitches said-"

"Stitches is a sleazebag Amber. He's a complete scoundrel and you shouldn't listen to everything he says."

"He's an information broker," She snapped back at him, "What good would it do him for business if he sold misinformation?"

"You can't blindly trust everypony you meet!"

"You think I don't know that!?" She demanded, "I came from nothing! I built my business out of nothing! I learned long ago not to trust everypony, but Stitches, scum that he is, has never told me a lie before. Why would he start now?"

To that, Tipstaff didn't have an answer. Instead, he reached into his draw, took out a silver flask, and took a swig out of it. Ambrosia groaned in frustration.

"Come on, work with me here. Please? Look, Stitches said Gild was running the guard like his own personal police force! He said um... something about his movements!"

Tipstaff frowned slowly as he listened.

"Movements?" He asked, confused, "What movements?"

Caress' ears flicked up. Her eyes were still closed, shampoo was running down her face and past her eyes. She thought she heard something, something from outside the room. She paused for a long moment, trying to hear anything else. When she didn't hear anything else, she went back to her soft singing as she shampooed her mane. She knew she was taking too long to clean herself and she should have been on the floor right now, looking for another client, but she didn't become the favorite by only cleaning herself quickly.

Bang

Caress snapped quiet again, her ears flicking back up on high alert. That she had definitely heard, and although she was sure it wasn't from her room, she heard something else. Voices, once of them with something that resembled panic, fear. With a flitter of fear herself, she started to scrub at her mane frantically, trying to get the suds out of her mane and out of her eyes.

"He... he said something about buying out parliament members... and that he was using the guard as his own personal police force. That he was using them and the money to get his movement's passed."

Tipstaff looked at Ambrosia, bewildered.

"Movements? Gild hasn't made any movements. Not that I know of anyhow. He's incompetent, a fool. But I'm in parliament, if he was making any move to do anything, I'd know about it."

Which was precisely when a young mare with a clipboard burst into the office.

"Mister Tipstaff! Mister Tipstaff! The Parliament!"

"Calm down girl," He said, surprised at her sudden entry, "What are you talking about? The Parliament is scheduled to meet in a few days, you kn-"

"They've convened!"

"What!?" Ambrosia demanded "What do you mean they've convened!?"

"Amber," Snapped the usually calm Tipstaff, "Calm down. When? Why? And why didn't I know about this?"

"I j-just got told!" The poor mare blubbered under Ambrosia's withering gaze, "O-one of th-the other s-s-secretaries! I swear! It's not my fault!"

"What is happening?" Ambrosia snarled, "Why are they meeting? Tipstaff?"

"I don't know Amber, and I don't appreciate your tone!" He snarled back, "If you'll excuse me, I have a parliament session to crash, and some questions that need serious answering!"

"In here! I've got this room!"

Caress heard it, the sound of a door busting open. The one right next to the room she was in. In a rush, she washed the last of the soap from her eyes and turned off the shower desperately, hearing whoever was in the next room hurling her client out of the room, and tossing his change purse after him. She heard another bang and a scream she recognised as coming from one of their more recent employees, a consort/singer named Midnight Drizzle. She'd been teaching the girl a thing or two, so she knew her voice.

And then the door to the bathroom busted open and a guard stepped through.

"Thank you ladies, gentlecolts."

Gild didn't cut a menacing figure. He was actually kind of scrawny for a pegasus, With raggedy feathers and one wing strapped to his body, He wouldn't usually command much respect from the average pegasus either. But, as he loved to remind ponies, he'd lost the use of his wing in a skirmish on the Dragon-Equestrian border, the same Skirmish that had left a ragged scar over his right eye. His maroon coat was offset by his startling golden mane and tail. He stood at a circular table, seated of which were thirteen council members.

"Thanks to your help and votes, my dream for a crime free Canterlot can begin! I must say, I'm grateful you could come to this earlier scheduling of our Parliament convening."

The doors opened, silencing the voice of Gild as Tipstaff and Ambrosia stormed into the room.

"Guard Captain Gild!" Tipstaff intoned thunderously, "What is the meaning of this? Why was I not informed of this rescheduling?"

The entire parliament turned to face the intrusion as Gild smiled slowly.

"Ah, Tipstaff," Gild said amiably, "You're late. I had wondered where you were."

"Stow it Gild," Tipstaff snarled, "Why was I not informed? What is going on?"

"I don't know what you mean, Tipstaff," Gild replied coldly, "I sent all the members of Parliament a memo about the rescheduling. If you didn't get it, it's not my problem."

"What happened?" Ambrosia demanded angrily, "What did you do?"

"This is not a matter to outsiders, Ambrosia," He responded coldly Amber snarled back.

"Just answer the question Gild you arrogant piece of-"

"Enough Amber," Tipstaff snapped. Gild barked out a laugh.

"Keep your pet on a leash Tip."

Ambrosia bit back an angry remark. and let Tipstaff speak.

"As a parliament member, I demand to know what has been decided by this parliament."

Gild burst out laughing before looking coldly at Ambrosia.

"The matters of Parliament aren't to be discussed with an outsider."

"Go suck an egg Gild," Ambrosia replied venomously. Tipstaff sighed, frustrated.

"What is said to me can be said to her, she will find out eventually anyway. What is it that has been decided in my absence?"

Gild smiled.

"The future," He said darkly, "The beginning of a crime free Canterlot. A Utopia."

"What. Was. Decided?" Tipstaff demanded angrily.

"I have received authorization," Gild said smugly, "To raid any business or house that houses or has knowingly hired more than one criminally convicted or accused pony without requirement for a warrant so long as I have received a complaint that implicates criminal offence concerning the place."

Ambrosia felt her heart stop.

"Why did you not wait my arrival!?" Tipstaff demanded. Gild shrugged.

"The Parliament is able to operate as though it had full members when ninety percent on the members are present. Sorry old boy, but you just missed it."

"When is this being implemented?" Tipstaff asked, his eye twitching in response to Gild's (truthful) explanation. Gild shrugged, looking too smug for Ambrosia's liking.

"Oh..." he said carelessly, "It already has."

He was big. Really big. He seemed like almost twice her size, in full armour.

What one must remember about the Royal Guard armour is the way it keeps the underbelly exposed. The chest is covered, but for the most part the belly is left exposed, only straps covering parts of it. So, that is to say, it leaves certain aspects of a pony uncovered and, to be frank, accessible. The stallion looked down at the petite little mare and a long, slow and creepy smile spread across his rocky features. A cruel glint flashed in his eye and Caress felt her heart drop.

"N-now wait a minute..." She whimpered fearfully, "W-wait a minute..."

The guard didn't listen, and he didn't seem interested in listening to her pleas further. He walked towards her, heedless of the cries muffled from the rooms. Before she knew it, The guard was standing over her, cowering under his sheer size in the corner of the shower.

And then she saw it.

He wasn't just massive in physical size. This was obviously one stallion that wasn't exercising to compensate for something. Caress opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and started to scream. But before she could get more than a second of sound in, Caress was silenced by his massive, armoured hoof crashing across her face. There was a yelp followed by a crack and Caress groaned as her jaw was at least dislocated and, obviously deciding he didn't want her to make any more noise, the big stallion reared up, leaned up on the wall on one hoof, and using the other one, aimed and thrust his oversized erection straight into Caress' mouth.

A pained groan from the semi-conscious Caress was the only answer he got to his actions and he smiled a cruel smile and thrust into her maw without remorse. Caress groaned as her dislocated, swelling jaw was stretched open further as he pushed himself into her, pushing a little further every time, just to test his limits. When he reached the back of her throat and she gagged on him, he chuckled darkly.

"Hope your throat is tight, whorse," He said, his voice heavily accented, "Or I'll make it tight."

He didn't give her pain addled brain a chance to respond. He thrust in, suddenly and violently, forcing his way in and down her throat. Her body reacted instantly, trying to reject the intruder and gagging. Blowjobs had never been Caress' forte, so her throat wasn't elastic, distended or stretched nearly enough to comfortably take his massive girth. He pulled back and thrust in again, gaining another inch depth. He grunted lustily and started pounding into her throat, heedless of the sound of choking beneath him. Already dizzy and semi-conscious from the pain of her dislocated, and what was now probably hyperextended jaw, the lack of oxygen made Caress' head spin as she tried, one last time, to desperately fight off her molester, pushing ineffectually at his thighs and legs. Her forelegs fell to the shower floor as he kept thrusting into her. Her throat had a noticeable bulge in it every time he threw himself back in now, going halfway down her throat. He felt her spasming muscles start to weaken and slow down, her gag reflex all but gone. Her eyes rolled to the top of her skull and...

He pulled back, all the way out of her mouth and throat.

Reflexively, Caress sucked in a painful lung of air, gasping and coughing as he let her catch some semblance of breath, his saliva dripping member plunging back in moments later and she started to thrash beneath him, trying to stay awake from the pain of her jaw and the dizziness of her brain's lack of oxygen.

"Don't you pass out on me," He growled darkly, "Not done with you yet."

He must have kept her upon the edge of consciousness for another ten minutes before he grunted again, louder this time.

"Danke, whorse," He grunted "For good time."

With one last explosive push, he hilted himself flush with her mouth. Caress' eyes wavered before, as she felt him pour his seed into her throat, they rolled to the back of her head and she saw black.

Author's Note

Midnight Drizzle belongs to Reggie the Gryphon. Thanks Reggie! Sorry she didn't get much of a feature >.< She might come back in later chapters.

I'm sorry about the whole rape scene in this chapter, and I understand a lot of you don't like that sort of thing, but it is part of the story.