A Diamond Dog walked placidly along the streets of Pasternville, a medium-sized city. She was a fairly robust specimen of her species, nearing the size of the tallest, though somewhat more broad than the usual lanky examples thereof. Her muzzle came to a subtle point in contrast to most Dogs, though it remained blocky and squarish. Her coat was a light charcoal color, with some darker stripes running through her to create a brindle pattern. She was dressed in a medium-length skirt, that hid the contours of her shortish legs, and a white cotton blouse, closed with crystal buttons. She also wore a standard Diamond Dog collar and had a small pack slung across her back.

The area in which she was strolling wasn't very well populated. Only a few ponies were milling about, some took the time to notice the unusual figure as she moved through. It seemed to be on the cusp of the division between residential and commercial areas, as a few small shops mingled with apartment blocks and tiny houses that had seen better days.

There were a few small alleyways between the buildings that rose up a few stories, which remained dark even despite the muted sunlight. The overcast sky didn't completely blot the sun, but there were more shadows than usual. Unseen in one of those darkened alleys was an equine figure, who watched the Dog with some interest.

He was a unicorn, dark black from head to hind, horn to hooves. He was of the more robust breed of unicorn, decently muscular despite the usual reputation they carried. His feathered legs twitched in eagerness and his muscles flexed in anticipation. A long mane hung down one side of his neck and occasionally fell over his eyes, which traced the canine woman with burning intensity.

As soon as the Diamond Dog passed by the alley entrance the stallion struck, much as a trapdoor spider springs out to grab its helpless prey. A flash of magic stunned the woman, who could only scream, drawing eyes to her. The stallion rushed over to her, using magic to tear the blouse open until he could expose the plump gray teats resting low on her belly.

A lecherous grin spread across the face of the attacker as one hoof rudely and roughly went to those healthy swells. He pressed down on them, mooshing the tender flesh against the woman's own belly and making her whine loudly. “N-no! Stop this! Please don't!” The helpless canine struggled and squirmed futilely beneath the stallion. Her legs were pinned by the solid musculature of his rear end, while his free hoof pressed commandingly down on her chest and flares of magic knocked away her attempts at striking him.

He ignored her pleas for release and mercy, lustful gaze entirely focused on the shaking, wobbling mounds of her canine teats. Even thou they were only two in number, like a pony, the nipples were slightly longer and just as thick, while the actually fleshy swells attained a size greater than even well-endowed mares simply from her body size. They moved with her struggles, wobbled as he manipulated or subtly thumped their sides.

The nipples were tugged with a deft manipulation by his hoof and with the use of magic, the flesh tweaked and twisted, pulled a short way before being released to snap back and set the fat mounds of flesh to moving all over again. With his other hoof still on the Dog's chest he dipped his head down as quickly as he could and slurped his tongue sloppily around the tweaked and flicked nipples, giving the side of one teat another light thumping.

“Help me!” He dog got some leverage on the ground, pushing against it and almost managing to force her attacker off of her. The repulsion failed and she thumped back solidly onto the ground, letting out a sharp bark of released breath. She tried to bring her hands up against the stallion's face but found her hands thrown back by magic. “Stop it! Ah!”

After taking a long, hard suckle of one stretched nipple he pulled off with a loud 'pop' and stuck his face between the two teats. After waving his snout rapidly between them, slapping his own face with the flesh, he raised his head up as high as he could and let out a titanic whinny, his posture changing just a but to reveal his standing erection.

The thick rod pony meat was not the color of his coat. Rather it was a muted green color, with both medial ring and mushroomed crown standing out thickly and distinctly. The protuberance bounced with his hard pants and the occasional rock of his body from the struggles of the Dog he was keeping pinned. His rear occasionally flexed, the twitch of muscles sending the fattened organ to slap solidly against his firm underside. Each slap of flesh let out a squirt of precum which rather boldly spattered over the screaming Dog's face and chest.

The hoof that had been molding her wobbling teats whipped up the front of her skirt, to reveal her soft flesh. The outer lips were thickened and the mound pulled up, such that, while there was the resemblance to a mare's sex, there was a pyramidal cast to it, with an obvious and engorged clit peeking out of the folds at the tip. The flesh was heated and pinkened on the inside, glistening with her musky fluids.

As the stallion pulled his hips back, using the width of his body to keep his victim from kicking at sensitive area, the small crowd of ponies, who had been simply stunned into a disbelieving paralysis, began to look to one another, to make motions and decide of a course of action. The shrieks and whimpers still emerged from the Dog; if anything they were getting louder and less coherent, the pleading and shrieks for aid becoming slurred and choked, mucus snorting from her nostrils as her mouth ran with drool she could not quite spit into her attacker's face. She still needed help, perhaps more than before. There weren't many, a few earth ponies, a pegasus and a unicorn, the pegasus and two earth ponies being stallions, but they were enough.

The suddenly-motivated vigilante mob rushed the rape scene, crying as loudly as they could for the stallion to get off of the helpless canine. They had nearly gotten within striking distance when a magical flare went off and the rapist unicorn put up a bubble of protective magic. The vigilantes slammed into the bubble and were pushed back, though it hardly deterred them.

The small mob attacked the bubble with bucks, punches and a few shots of magic, all of them some kind of effort to collapse the defensive bubble. Within the bubble the assaulting unicorn hardly noticed, though the Dog he was attacking seemed buoyed by the appearance. She let out a howl of relief which was answered by a whinny and laugh from the stallion.

“I knew you'd like it!” He cried out in a dark, rasping voice. His hips maneuvered his throbbing tool between the Dog's open and vulnerable thighs, his fat crown ending up mashed and grinding against the woman's folds. It was an odd fit, given the difference in construction, but it was not impossible. With more force and the flexing of his hips he pushed the wide head in, spreading her sex out wide.

“No! Get it out of me! Get out! No!” With the bubble in need of concentration and effort her hands were free to push and slap at the stallion's face, occasionally hitting his horn and making the protective sphere flicker. Her efforts did nothing to stop the thrust of his hips, however. He drove on, using his robust musculature to forcibly drill that impressive shaft of meat deep into the Dog's unwilling, but juicy, depths.

The sight of the flickering bubble, and the actual violation of the Dog, spurred the ponies around the scene to redouble their efforts. Hooves cracked solidly into the wavering shimmer of magic while magic bolts slammed and thundered against the protective surface. Their efforts were rewarded with further wavers and flickers, along with long cracks appearing on the surface of the magical sphere.

The tempo of the rapist stallion's hips changed, growing erratic, desperate. His horn glowed brighter, pumping more magic into the shield. But it didn't seem to help. With the shield already cracked a little, more magic did nothing but made the cracks look bigger. He huffed and nickered wildly as he tried to reach his orgasm before his protection broke.

The shield eventually shattered, with a sound like tinkling glass. The shattering magic repelled the mob for a moment, making them unable to stop the stallion as he let out another huge whinny and thrust his hips down hard. He had forced nearly the whole length of his rod into the Dog, and was clearly unleashing thick jets of his semen into her.

Every squirt of cream was nearly audible in the stunned silence, like a lewd and disgusting backing to the panting whimpers and squealing sobs of the Dog. There came subtle flexes and quivering little hunches of the stallion's hips. He was savoring his orgasm, moving his rear legs up and down and to the sides, in a swirling, 'stirring' motion that slurped and squelched in the Dog's abused sex.

The Dog screamed once and then started to weep, hands covering her face while her head shook. “No! No, no, no, no...” Huge sobs wracked her body and she shuddered in disgust as the first thick traces oozed out around the stallion's plugging pole.

Being too late to stop the final indignity gave more strength to the vigilantes. They reached in as one and roughly grabbed the stallion, pulling him off and out of the sobbing, trembling Dog. Their anger had been kindled and stoked to the point where none of them stopped to tend to the victim or summon a constable. They knew what they were going to do as soon as the pegasus landed a punch to the stallion's stomach.

With a sudden shout of inarticulate rage the mob set upon the captured rapist. Mostly they landed heavy body blows, bucks and stomps and chops, with the odd crack to the face or flanks when there wasn't a good soft tissue option. The unicorn lashed out with magical bolts, leaving long lines of welts along the beaten stallion's agonized body.

His bloody, bruised form twisted and writhed, reacting to the strikes and coming strikes with the expected fear and cowardice. He seemed to take the abuse well, which was unsurprising.

The violent battery continued, with all the vigilantes looking, perhaps, to cause more than grievous bodily harm to the stallion. While he had his head tucked under his forelegs the crowd watched his horn light up, expecting another magical shield. Instead, the magic flared and produced a brilliantly blinding flash of light. When the light had cleared the mob of vigilantes found the rapist was gone, with nothing but some smears of blood to mark that he had been there.

The unicorn shook her head and muttered, “Teleportation... the coward...” The crowd just stared at the spot, anger still burning high in all of them. They had punished him, and quite thoroughly too. The deed, and justice, were done. But still there was an itching desire for more. For most, just a need to batter and hurt the evil creature more. For a few, the desire was for the death of the monster.

When some of the rage had cooled the pegasus mare then turned to where the escaped stallion's victim had been. “Let's get you to...” She was gone. The canine woman had vanished completely, leaving only a trail of semen drips that ended after a short while and one of her crystal buttons.

An hour later the scene was swarmed with Pasternville police, looking over what evidence remained and keeping the area cordoned off. Two important-looking earth ponies moved through the crowd, one of them a salt-and-pepper color with a thin mane, while the other was a pale peach color with a tightly-cut black mane. Both wore well-fitting gray suits. The grayish pony had an apple dumpling Cutie Mark, while the peach one had a police badge.

The two officers moved up to the crowd of vigilantes and nodded to them. “Good afternoon folks. Sorry to encounter you in this situation. This is my partner Officer Bill Cannon, my name is Sergeant Buck Friday. We'll be taking your statements. Bill, get down time and location,” Sergeant Friday said to his partner.

“Right, Buck,” Officer Cannon said, pulling out a pad and pencil, checking his watch before writing. “Three twenty-nine PM, 2300 block of Hayton Road. Ready to go.”

Sergeant Friday nodded and turned to the crowd. “Alright folks, I'll need basic information. Names, occupations, place of residence, and then what you saw and what you did.” He pointed to the unicorn. “You first, ma'am.”

The unicorn, a red-colored mare with a dark orange mane nodded. “Of course. My name is Fire Ruby, I'm a technical draftsmare at GreenCorp. It's my day off today, that's why I'm here. I live a few blocks up, on Golden Lane, 4145, but I grew up around here so I like to shop here on my days off. As for what I saw... I'm just... still in shock, honestly.”

“I understand, ma'am. Just tell us what you can remember,” Sergeant Friday said.

Fire thought about it for a moment and said, “I was coming up the street when I saw her walking along...”

“Sorry, ma'am, but could you describe the victim?” Sergeant Friday asked.

“Oh, yes... she was very tall, tall as the big Dogs, you know, the ones that do those digging contest shows? And she was... gray. This weird gray that was black too, like stripes but not stripes. I don't remember her face or anything. She looked like any Dog. She had a blouse, I remember that, and a skirt but... well, no panties, but I won't comment on that,” Fire said, blushing a bit at the end.

Sergeant Friday and Officer Cannon nodded to one another, the Officer dutifully scribbling away while the Sergeant said, “Please go on, ma'am.”

“Right, yes. I promise I wasn't thinking anything bad...” Fire cleared her throat and said, “Like I said, I shop around here on my day off. So I walked up the street and I sort of noticed her, because Diamond Dogs don't come to this side of the city much, though I have a neighbor whose husband is one, he's a gem-board enchanter and calibrator where I work, I suggested he move into the neighborhood. Anyhow, while I was walking I heard a scream and saw her being attacked!”

“Yes, ma'am. Can you describe the assailant?” Sergeant Friday asked.

“Oh well... I didn't really look at him. I didn't want to look at what was happening...” Fire admitted with a deep blush. “I know he was a unicorn, of course. Black, I think? Mane and coat. It was all the same color. He was a decent magic user, knew both a magical shield spell and a teleportation spell. He took a real beating and still managed to escape so maybe he was a spell-slinger? Not a professional but maybe weekend league or something. I was just so shocked and disgusted! To think that a stallion would be so brazen as to do something so vile in public!”

“Right. I see. Anything else you can tell us, anything at all?” Sergeant Friday asked

“He was really squirming, rolling around, taking that beating. I didn't think it was the first time. He seemed to know the drill. He was quick about... the other part, too. I think he did it before,” Fire noted with a shiver.

“Thank you, ma'am. We'll contact you in case we need more information,” Sergeant Friday said, nodding his head and indicating the pegasus. “Now you, sir.”

The pegasus was a sort of medium-muscular guy with a pale green coat and a short, bristly blue mane. “Oh, yeah. Name's Horizon Flash, I do supplemental weather work during the busy season and some odd jobs now and then. I'm between work right now but I've got a lead on something. I live up the street, 2350 Hayton, apartment 303.”

Officer Cannon nodded while Sergeant Friday said, “Thank you sir, now please tell us what you saw.”

“I'll try. It happened kinda fast. So, I was coming down here to the corner place for a bottle of salt and a salad from the counter when I happened to notice the bitch,” Horizon said.

“Sir, there's no need for that kind of talk,” Officer Cannon said with some annoyance.

“What? It's the name. My dad worked mining for a few years and we lived in a tunnel-town. I went to school with a Diamond Dog pack, about the only pony in the place. I picked up the lingo from there,” Horizon explained.

“I see, sir. But in the future please use more neutral terms. I understand you have a personal cultural connection but it makes things smoother to be more broad,” Sergeant Friday said.

“Right, right... anyhow, I saw her and shrugged it off. She was new, but that's not so unusual. I didn't think anything of it until I heard her scream. She got jumped by this guy, and he just went all out on her!” Horizon said, flaring his wings for emphasis.

“Right. Now can you provide a detailed description of the woman and her attacker? How they were dressed, appearance, facial features or marks?” Sergeant Friday asked.

“The bi... the woman? Sure, she was a bulk. That's what we called 'em, me and the other Dogs I mean. That's when someone's buffer than a lanky kind but not as tall and they aren't really a Dig Dog. She was a really dark gray with wavy stripes. They called it brindle. Her face had the block-point, blocky along most of it but her nose had a little point to it. She had a skirt and a blouse, weird for her sort, the bulks usually do overalls or aprons,” Horizon noted, tapping his chin softly.

“And the stallion?” Sergeant Friday asked.

“Oh, him. Just, you know, a unicorn. He was a big guy, not like the usual breakable kinds that mince around on the fashion shows. The burly ones that do spell-slinging or horn-fencing. Maybe he was an athlete; explains how he took a pounding from me and managed to get away,” Horizon said with a flex of his semi-defined pectorals.

“What about color, Cutie Mark, anything of note?” Sergeant Friday inquired.

“He was black. Hard to miss him, really deep color, mane and tail. His Mark... I really don't remember. I wasn't exactly looking at the guy's 'mark' region if you get me. That part of him was engaged in... well, in the tunnels if they caught you doing that you'd get what that slime bag got,” Horizone said with a snort.

“Thank you. If we need further information we'll contact you,” Sergeant Friday said. He motioned to one of the earth ponies and nodded. “You next...”

Sergeant Friday and Officer Cannon walked away after questioning the witnesses, Cannon looking over his notes while Friday ran everything over in his mind. “We've got about a pound of air if we're lucky,” Officer Cannon said after reviewing the notes.

“You're not wrong, Bill, you're not wrong at all,” Sergeant Friday admitted, using a hoof to rub at his temple. “Descriptions are mostly consistent, allowing for variation based on knowing things about terms, tones and shades. But nopony got a look at faces that would be really helpful. That Flash guy was the best one, all the rest just pawned off 'she looked like a Dog' in more eloquent words. The guy's no better, all he is is big and black; nopony looked at his mark, nopony noticed much in the way of facial features, nopony even described his voice, and he must have been saying something while he was getting beaten.”

“They seemed pretty insistent that he might have been an athlete, spell-slinger or horn-fencer or something like that,” Officer Cannon noted, looking over different interviews. “The way he took a beating and the way he still managed to teleport away. Maybe we can do something with that, get the word out to local minor-league clubs, amateur associations and training spaces.”

“Couldn't hurt. We'll get Information on that right away,” Sergeant Friday said with a nod.

“What about Media? The papers and news channels are going to want a piece of this,” Officer Cannon said.

“We'll give them the most factual data, and try to downplay it. We don't want to spark some kind of panic, but we can't make it appear that we're burying it,” Sergeant Friday said.

“Tightrope walking again. Seems to be the way it goes,” Officer Cannon said with a shake of his head. “Now, Buck, what do you make of the victim herself? Wandering off while the folks were beating on the attacker?”

“Can't say it's too surprising. Dogs are resilient folks. Probably figured there was no need to stay while her attacker was getting what he deserved. You heard Flash, that's about the mandated penalty for forcible rape. She's either at home cleaning herself up or she may have gone to a hospital emergency center or a clinic just in case,” Sergeant Friday said. “And we can't forget that roughly sixty percent of victims of a crime like this never report them and may even deny it.”

“So, what's our next move? Contact clinics, hospitals and private practitioners just in case?” Officer Cannon asked.

“That's the job. We're locked in for the next few hours,” Sergeant Friday said with a shake of his head.

Officer Cannon gave a shake of his own. “It's a rough job.”

“But there's a bright side,” Sergeant Friday said, drawing Officer Cannon's notice. “All that telephone work saves us horseshoe wear.” The two gave a slight smile to the observation and made their way in the direction of the police station.

It was late in the evening, right around the time when the streetlights crackled to life in downtown Pasternville, when a Diamond Dog woman left a nightclub and made her way down to the off-downtown streets. She was walking well enough, and showing no signs of intoxication. The lady was dark in color, with a reddish tone under the dark gray, like an ember. She was on the tall side, with some heft to her, as well as a bit of a point to her muzzle. She had on a shimmering black dress that hugged her form and rather nicely highlighted the generous swells of her teats on her lower belly. She carried a small purse over one shoulder and walked with some grace on a pair of high-heel shoes.

Though the hour wasn't very late the street she chose was away from the main action, one of the thoroughfares where the music of clubs and bars could be heard but the lights were a bit dim and consequently the population was low. What few folks were out were either not paying attention to her or barely happened to see her.

As she walked down the opposite side of the street from the small collection of locals she encountered a fellow coming the opposite way. He was a tall unicorn, though he was notably under her size, and had good muscular definition. His coat was a rich red color, and it matched his mane, which was long along the neck but cut and swept over the top of his head. She gave him a friendly wave as she neared, and he nodded his head. Once he was behind her, however, his horn flared and he turned on her. His magic loudly ripped the back of her dress while his robust body toppled her forward after galloping solidly into her.

He stood over her, looking fairly triumphant and giving a loud, domineering whinny of delight. His solid forelegs were beside her arms, keeping them pinned solidly to her sides while his rear legs were between her own, spread slightly to expose the fact that she had no underwear on under her dress. Her rear end had scooted up during a quick initial round of struggling, and could no longer go back down thanks to the pressure of the stallion's legs. She was kept uncomfortably pressed against his sheath.

The squirms of her struggling ground the soft fur of her backside against the sheath and partially-exposed organ, causing the stallion to nicker in pleasure and drop more and more of his flesh. “That's right... more of that... you're a good sport, aren't you? You really want this...” He said in a lustful tone.

“Help! Get him off of me! No!” With her hands pinned to the side she couldn't get any leverage to push off of the ground, and found her options more limited by the stallion pressing his upper body down on her back. Her feet could freely push on the ground but that only sent her hind end up against his growing erection, which made the plump, green rod harder and longer.

“Admit it, you love this. Or at least, you'll love it when I'm done...” The stallion's fully-grown erection slid between the madly-flexing cheeks and thighs of the Dog's rear end, the broad tip smearing a thick impasto of hot and musky precum all over. Though the slick and watery fluid drizzled down her backside and spattered lightly on the dirty street most of it was directly splashed over her anus.

“N-not there! Stop! Someone help me!” The Dog shrieked wildly and let out a loud, plaintive howl. Her efforts redoubled, arms trying to spread and knock the unicorn over or push against the ground and lift her own body. Her rear legs wobbled as she pushed on her high heeled shoes, pumping her back against the stallion's belly while her rear end was washed in his copious lube.

“I'm helping...” The stallion said hotly, breath growing ragged as his broad tip mashed against the woman's precum-covered sphincter. The strong flex of his muscles drove the broad crown against the tight ring of muscle, which seemed too small for the task of taking such a thing. However, more force, with staccato thrusts helping ease it in by small amounts as it stretched and gave, began the task of conquering the Dog's rear entrance.

The Dog woman screamed all the louder as the huge pony pole drilled into her ass. Her balled fists thumped on the pavement as much as they could, while her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her lips pulled back in a toothy, pained grimace. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes and pained, pitiful whimpers seethed from between her teeth the more her agonized passage was opened up. Her clenching of the muscles did nothing, the unicorn was exerting more force than she could hope to counter. It was terrible, and he hadn't gotten past the broad ring of his mushroom tip.

The unicorn gave a triumphal snort and laugh of delight when his cockhead finally popped into the stretched hole, leading the way for the just-slightly-narrower greenish shaft that followed after it. The hot, throbbing flesh slid smoothly down, forced through straight to the medial ring, which created a new obstacle to easy violation. He forced the matter even harder than he had with his tip, mashing the ring against her ring, until sheer force of muscles stuffed the raised area through into her punished guts.

The unicorn did not give the Dog any mercy at all after the forced second stretch around his middle portion. If anything his hips grew stronger, more demanding, putting more pressure and demand into each pump that shoved another throbbing, agonizing inch into the Dog's rear. He did not relent until his hips met her backside and his testes slapped rather forcefully against the puffy pyramidal form of her sex. A small, wet sound accompanied the hit of flesh on flesh, something a bit more than the remainder of the precum that had been painted all over her.

The noise was obvious with each thrust, a subtle moist sound to accompany the smack of hips and thump of testicles battering her body over and over. Her agonized anus squeezed desperately over the invading rod, vise-like, trying to force the tremendous organ out, but providing nothing but a delightful pressure. One of her eyes opened slightly, to look at the ponies on the other side of the street, shrouded in semi-darkness though they were. She knew it would be useless but, amidst her whimpers and yelps she cried, as clearly and loudly as she could manage, “Help!” It had not been long since the assault started, but she wanted to spur the help faster, if it was ever to come.

The desperate, helpless look and the barely-audible cry seemed to break the spell of inaction and indecision that had taken the collection of strangers. Though the scene was shocking and beyond their comprehension, they could not allow it to stun them into passivity. One mare, an orange earth pony with very bulky construction, charged the two, drawing the others in her wake. There were two more unicorns, two other earth ponies and a donkey in the mix.

The leading mare gave a shout as she reared up near the stallion, bringing her forehooves down in a sharp and crushing arc, intending to stomp in the side of his head. Instead, she cried out in frustrated surprise as a magical field leaped up and stopped her potent attack cold. She rested against the unwavering field for the space of a hard, angry breath before she reared up and bashed the bubble again, grunting in frustration and slamming her right hoof down over and over in a combination of tenacious attacking and frustrated pounding.

The donkey, a rather skinny-looking jack, gave a rather typical full-wind double-rear-hoof kick that would have left quite a dent in the average pony. The bubble of magic wavered but didn't crack. The other ponies who had run up started battering on the shield as well. The unicorns started casting spells at the field, one of them observing the magic closely and giving adjusted bursts on following attempts.

The stallion within the bubble hardly seemed to notice. His vicious sodomy went on, his face a mask of triumphal pleasure while the Dog he was anally violating continued to whimper and plead. She scraped at the ground with her shod paws, desperate enough to try and crawl away from the assault to her rear. The stallion above her could easily keep pace even while thrusting wildly and holding her arms mostly at her sides. She was stuck with his attentions.

His mad pace seemed entirely unchanging but he gave on particularly brutal thrust and tossed his head with a groan. His low-hanging testicles pulled up against his body and the small, rhythmic twitching of his own rear showed he was letting out a flood of stallion seed into the Dog's tormented bowels. He even showed it off by immediately withdrawing his organ, groaning loudly as the pole pulled out, semi-firm, from the passage and released a few thick blobs of white on the still-gaping sphincter.

The bubble of magic showed the first sign of weakness when the cautious unicorn hit on the right spell, the shield wavering and looking thin. A hard blow from the donkey cracked the weakened area. Further applications of magic resulted in more and more cracks until the whole thing shattered in a brilliant flash of magical light, which seemed to blind and stun all those in the area.

When the gathered rescuers regained their sight the first thing that happened was the leading earth pony tackled the rapist to the ground. They scuffled for a time, joined by most of the rest of the group. One of the earth ponies came down to comfort the victim, lifting up her head and using a tissue to wipe the smeared mucus and slobber from her face while she looked at him with a pained but appreciative smile. She whimpered a little bit and motioned to the mob, almost seeming to be encouraging him to leave her. He set her back down but did not move away.

The leading mare got in some good hits on his face and chest, while he seemed to be making purely defensive moves, rather than making an effort to fight her off. He rolled with the hits, and even seemed to anticipate a strike from the donkey, who joined the melee intending to knock him out but catching only a part of the stallion's head with a glancing blow.

He was skilled with avoiding most of the blows, but with so many hooves directing so many attacks he was getting battered up no matter how he writhed and dodged. His blood spattered on the street, his mane became a mass of dirty knots and one eye looked well on the way to swelling shut as the assault went on.

The 'fight' continued in that fashion for some time until the stallion tucked his head, pushed off of the ground and gave a tremendous flash from his horn. When the dazzle cleared from the eyes of the crowd they found him gone. “Just popped away. Figures he'd know that one too...” The cautious unicorn said in a musing tone.

“Let's just get the lady,” first earth mare said, standing up from the ground with a sharp huff. The flash of teleportation had blinded them all, and severely distracted the stallion that had been trying to offer up comfort. Her suggestion was kind, but unable to be completed. The Dog was gone, leaving nothing but the semen splatters to show where she had been.

“I don't know what I'm gonna do with all this overtime I'm putting in,” Officer Bill Cannon said as he looked over the his notebook. He and his partner Sergeant Buck Friday were at their facing desks in the Pasternville police station, reviewing their newest case.

“Buy a boat,” came the reply from their captain, Spring Flowers. The older, gregarious-looking white unicorn stallion kept his voice light and supportive.

“Not a bad notion, skipper, but I live inland,” Officer Cannon replied.

“With the numbers I've been seeing you put in you could afford to build Equestria's longest inlet,” Captain Flowers said with a deep chuckle.

Sergeant Friday returned the chuckle then grew stern and serious. “Thanks for the lift, Captain. I tell you, there's not much reason to smile these days...”

“You know how it goes Friday, day one of the academy. If your legs get to buckling under a case, it's time to consider packing it in. I know this one's grabbing your insides and twisting but you need to stay focused,” Captain Flowers said sternly. “Now, do you think we have a pattern?”

“It's not really clear,” Officer Cannon replied, flipping through the notes on his desk. “In substance we have a remarkably similar case, a public rape of a Diamond Dog by a unicorn who used a magic shield and teleportation spell to escape concerned citizens. But...”

“But there's nothing else tying the cases together,” Sergeant Friday finished. “The descriptions on the participants in this second case didn't match well, given how dark it was. The Dog was described as tall and wide but without much detail, and she was called dark in color with a reddish tone rather than brindle, which lets out a pattern based on looks. The unicorn was likewise large and powerful, another amateur or semi-professional spell-slinger or similar, but his coat and mane were red, and no one saw a mark. Rather than a residential/commercial overlap area it was downtown, late evening rather than afternoon. It's hard to say that it's the work of the same stallion, not if his MO changes that much, never mind the look.”

“I know it's like trying to french fry an ice cube getting these two isolated instances to look like something. But such a crime is shocking the sensibilities. Rape is rare enough, and with the nature of it, a stallion on a Dog... the Diamond Dog community groups are starting to make noise and I can't say I think they're wrong to make it,” Captain Flowers said with a small stomp of his hoof.

“They sure aren't wrong,” Officer cannon said with a shake of his head. “And it's making us look bad. We're supposed to be able to protect all citizens of this city. But when innocent Dogs can be brutalized on the street by crazed monsters... or one monster, who won't stop until we catch him... I tell you it's enough to make me want to take that early pension.”

“Buck, anything come from the hospital canvass?” Captain Flowers asked.

“Not a thing. It seemed like a sure bet the first time; from the accounts the victim would need to be treated for her assault, and the perpetrator would need bandaging and possibly more for his various injuries. But we checked all emergency rooms and clinics, nothing for either of them. We're still waiting to hear back from this latest round but it looks like another zero,” Sergeant Friday said.

“They can't just fall off the face of the earth after assaults like that... and did you managed to figure anything from the fact that the victims also vanished? Could he be teleporting them away for more brutalizing?” Captain Flowers asked.

“Magical and Scientific Investigation Division says that's highly unlikely,” Sergeant Friday said. “The magic requirements would be simply too much for a unicorn under that sort of stress, especially since there was a notable distance between victim and perpetrator. It's their conclusion that the victims would have had to have walked, crawled or otherwise gotten away under their own power.”

“I've learned plenty about Diamond Dog culture, enough to know that they're just as ashamed about such violation, no more or less than ponies would be, and there's no indication that a raped Dog would crawl off to hide or anything like that,” Captain Flowers said. “It's the strangest thing.”

“It adds an odd new wrinkle to the question. Could it be that especially sensitive Dogs were struck? That might mean there was some targeting. Assuming it's one stallion who changes his looks and not two isolated perverts, he could be going after vulnerable Dogs, which means he's stalking them first,” Officer cannon said.

“Put a call in to Records, and maybe one to Canterlot Intelligence,” Captain Flowers suggested. “Pull the packages on unicorn stallions with a history of stalking, violence and bigoted stances against Dogs.”

“Why Canterlot? I don't mean to sound territorial but it's our case, and this seems like something that came up in our backyard, not in the capitol,” Sergeant Friday said.

“Two possibilities here,” Captain Flowers said, holding up his two forehooves. “First, this is some new fellow. Never did anything like this before, but he started with stalking, threats and yelling at Dogs on the street. In that case your search in our records will probably find him. Second, this is some kind of traveling serial rapist, knows how to get away, and has done this before. If that's the case, the Canterlot folks will tell you where he's been, how he works and may give you the chance to catch him.”

“It makes a lot of sense, Buck,” Officer Cannon said.

“You're right there, Bill. What matters most is catching this monster, and we need to exploit every resource we can get to do just that,” Sergeant Friday said.

“Guess we'll get back to earning all that overtime again,” Officer Cannon said, picking up the phone and dialing up the Records department.

“Beats the early pension,” Sergeant Friday said with a slight smile, before he picked up his own phone and called one of the clinics on his list.

The sun just began to pull above the horizon, with a slight fog hovering over the ground. It added a pleasant coolness to the environment of Harmony Park, a large collection of rolling hills, copses of trees and long ribbons of concrete running through the whole thing, which sat like an emerald in the Trotterham suburb of Pasternville. The park was usually very popular with families and couples, though at such an hour only joggers and others similarly concerned with health and fitness matters occupied the place.

One of those healthy folks was a Diamond Dog, jogging her way down the concrete sidewalk up and down the low hills waving to the aerobic ponies and stretchy yoga folks. She was tall and strong, a deep sable color that shone as the filtered, low light hit her, and held almost a bluish tinge. She was dressed in a proper exercise outfit, with tight pink spandex shorts hugging her legs, a matching pink spandex halter at belly level restraining her teats, comfortable running-assistance shoes on her paws and even a headband around her forehead, even though she didn't sweat. She just panted.

She huffed her way along the jogging path just in range of the other exercisers when she gave a titanic yelp and was throw onto the grassy area beside the sidewalk by a sudden streak of blue. Opening her eyes she found herself pinned beneath the rather large and imposing body of a blue unicorn, his horn alight and magic ripping the spandex clothing from her form. “I like a woman who takes care of herself. It's that extra effort that makes you more enjoyable...”

“What are you talking about? Get off!” the Dog woman shoved out with both of her large hands, impacting the unicorn solidly on the chest. There was a shuddering moment of impact, and a soft grunt from the stallion. But he managed to hold his ground, and remained, standing proud and smug.

“You've got some strength and fight in you. That's just what I was hoping. The more you fight the better you feel...” The stallion said with a rather oddly cheerful voice. One hoof came down on the Dog's chest and pushed her solidly against the soft grass. The other pushed down on one teat, twisting and shoving it around, swirling the mound of flesh all over while its owner screamed in indignation and surprise.

The Dog's rear legs kicked and flailed about, trying to strike the tender parts on the stallion's lower body. He simply waited for her to slow and then lowered the boom on her. His hoof swiftly moved away from her belly while the better part of his body simply dropped down onto her, between her legs. She released a whimpering gasp as all of the breath was knocked out of her by the blow, sucking the air back in with a desperate sound. Her legs kicked out again, shod heels driving against the stallion's sides and flanks. The soft cloth and rubber of the running shoes did not help to add to the force of the resistance.

“No! You can't do this!” She snarled, reaching up to scratch and punch at the brutish stallion's face. His magic managed to mostly restrain her hands, diminishing the force of the hits and scratches, and slowing them enough to let his head dodge the majority of the hits. “Sto- what are you doing?!”

The blue stallion grinned and quickly used his forelegs to twist the Dog's arms away and down, bending them into what looked like the standard laying down positions, with with the Dog's arms tangled up in them. He was thus laying on her, arms immobilized, legs ineffectual, and rear end lightly flexing forward and back. Light grunts of effort and pleasure puffed from his nostrils, while his his partially-engorged penis ground and slid along against her body, settling between the fat and generous swells of her teats. “You don't know? Your last lovers must have been exceptionally vanilla,” He said with a lustful tone.

“You're not.... that's not... help! Get him off of me! Help!” The Dog threw all of her well-exercised might into escaping from the pin she had been put in. Every twist and pull on her arms proved futile, the tossing and twisting of her body could not get her scooted out from under her attacker, and the few thrusts of her lower body only made the perverted equine moan and thrust a bit harder. She could feel the precum-spitting pole slipping up her belly, medial ring and broad head pushed against her belly and lower chest, while his testicles humiliatingly bumped and jostled at various times against her rear end or against the moistened and plumped lips of her canine sex.

“No whimpering, I really like that. It's more fun if you really fight,” the stallion said, head coming down to slap his tongue across the Dog's forehead and across her lips, pulling away with a laugh as she snapped at him. “You're not going to let go of your power. And that's sexy...” He laughed as a flurry of heel-thumps hit him in the sides and on the flanks.

“You sick freak! Help me! I know you're over there! Help me!” The Dog thrashed about wildly, wearing a patch in the grass while doing little else. The grind and wriggle mashed the softly-squeezed teats against the stallion's intrusive dick, sliding the soft fur of her belly along the surface and smearing around the warm, slippery precum that had be splattering and squirting all over.

His thick rod ground hard between the swells pushed down by his strong belly, helped with the slight side-to-side motion of his body getting the teats snuggled up tightly around him. His rear end flexed quickly, powering his pole between the pre-slickened mounds and making it twitch and flex with each thrust. His balls continued to bounce off of her ass and the plump lips of her vulva, the soft spanking making the puffy folds slightly pinker.

The sound of the Dog's screams reached the folk she had passed before, but it seemed to take them a moment to do anything. The yoga folks regarded one another with nervous stares, haltingly rising then sitting back down. The couple of aerobics ponies attempted to continue, each scream slowing their motions. One approaching jogger, a green pegasus, took to the air and looked over at the scene. “Hey! Somepony stop him!” She screamed, zipping towards the scene of the assault, the others, chastised, following behind her.

The mare streaked towards the flexing blue flanks of the rapist, seeming to be unnoticed as the lusty beast continued to grind his erection against the angry Dog's teats and belly. “Help me! Thank you! Get him off of me!” The woman suddenly shouted as she noticed the approaching mare.

“I'll get off in my own time,” the stallion said with a laugh, his horn flashing and calling up a magical shield. It was just in the nick of time, the pegasus grunting as she caromed off the sudden field of force. She twisted in the air and skidded to a halt on the grass. “No interruptions.”

The pegasus darted back to the bubble of magic and whacked at it with a few punch-like rearing strikes. “Let her go! You bastard!”

“I happen to have known my father, and he was married to my mother,” the stallion said with a snort, thrusting all the faster, seemingly out of indignation. He pressed down harder, letting out a huge, low groan as he ground his rod down on the helpless Dog's silken fur.

“Ah! Help! H-help!” The woman's strong demeanor cracked a touch as her body was compressed even more by the stallion, and she felt him redoubling his efforts to get himself off all the faster. The thump of his balls grew harder, faster, more like a proper spanking over her wiggling rear and juicy genitals. Her belly was a pool of precum, which flowed copiously down her sides or squirted out when his body moved off of her and then squished back down again.

The other exercisers finally arrived, a collection of earth ponies. Both those who had been engaged in yoga and in aerobics threw all their weight into battering the heavy field of magic with all their strength. The yoga ponies focused themselves before letting out strikes and bucks, while the aerobic ponies used more fluid, continuous strikes from many angles.

The pegasus mare chopped and bucked over and over again in the area of the unicorn's head. “Just let her go! It's over!”

The unicorn responded by letting out a loud, pleasured grunt and a dominant whinny, his hips sliding forward and muscles tensing. The Dog gave a disgusted, helpless shudder as the thick cock unloaded hot wads of seed, her belly, chest and teats getting coated in the thick white goo. His hips twitched in delight as he released last squirts of his orgasm. He didn't seen fazed at all by the gathering battering at his shield. “This is just disgusting! It's... oh my Princesses it's everywhere! Get this pervert away!” The Dog screamed.

“I wish we had another unicorn here!” The pegasus growled in frustration. She slammed her hooves into the impenetrable field over and over. She didn't stop even when her limbs started to get tired. That seemed to make her try harder. She glared hatefully at the relaxed, post-orgasmic unicorn, who was still restraining the struggling, completely disgusted Dog.

The combination of dedicated batters and the slackened focus following climax created the first radiating fractures in the sphere. Though exhausted by the furious assault the vigilantes pressed the sudden sign of hope, smashing hooves into the now-vulnerable field, stretching the cracks out until they crossed the whole surface and finally resulted in a flash of magic and the sound of shattering glass. The magical protection broke into little pieces which dissolved into wavering nothingness.

The unicorn found himself knocked off of the Dog, their limbs forcibly disentangled, semen flung around by the force of their separation. He barely had time to lift his head before he took a hoof to the face, further hooves pounding at the muscular sturdiness of his body. “Got any smart talk now, freak?” The pegasus asked as she gave him a thump on the head.

The blue stallion protected his head after the dazing strike, allowing his body to take the brunt of the blows, though he still rolled and moved with the kicks and chops to reduce just how badly he was being hurt. He made no comment during the attack, other than to let out pained grunts and gasps when a particularly good hit landed on him.

The unicorn was looking fairly subdued, about ready to be arrested when his horn suddenly lit up, forcing the crowd to hit him harder, thinking he was going to try another shield. Instead they recoiled from a flash of light and rushed in to deliver more hits, finding themselves striking nothing more than a bloody, mussed space on the grass. “That bastard...” The pegasus spat, looking down at the spot where the unicorn had been. “At least we showed him. Do you need us to..?” the pegasus, and the other participants, looked over to the Dog and found nothing at all there except for a Dog-standard mound, the leavings of a tunnel.

“I feel very politically connected,” Captain Flowers said as he walked into the office of Sergeant Friday and Officer Cannon. “Minister Blueblood took time off from his very busy schedule to personally burst one of my eardrums with demands for action. I feel like sharing this joy with the whole department but I think I can restrict it to you two.”

“No surprise ol' Minister Melonhead was the first Canterlot figure to do that,” Officer Cannon said with a shake of his head. “He's the voice of interspecies peace and respect. I can't imagine we're wowing him with our investigation.”

“I understand his frustration. Three pony-on-Dog rapes in the space of two months, when before we had one every few years, if that. Rape's rare enough but this... are the Dog groups making a lot of noise?” Sergeant Friday asked.

“They've got every right. In fact, the wire service says that Minister Blueblood is speaking to a multi-species advocacy group in Nickersham, and that he has noted he will be talking about 'crimes against non-ponies and the police response to the same.' I think you can guess how he'll characterize that response,” Chief Flowers said darkly.

“We're doing our best, skipper, better than our best I'd say,” Officer Cannon said, indicating a tall stack of files by his side.

Sergeant Friday nodded his head and spoke in a weary tone. “We put in every last minute of legal overtime and ran through all we could. We looked into every unicorn that ever hinted at being even slightly cross with a Diamond Dog. I've talk with so many stalkers, anti-Dog bigots, general hatemongers and rapists that I don't think all the showers in the world will get me clean. Every last avenue came up dead.”

“What about that info from Canterlot that I told you to get after the second one? Surely that panned out somehow,” Captain Flowers insisted.

“It was looking like we might get something there, then... it evaporated,” Offer Cannon said, making a poofing motion with his hooves.

“The analysis of reports from one other city indicated something like a pattern. Very broadly, they had a few months of infrequent and unpredictable public sexual assault of Diamond Dog females by one or possibly more unicorn males who all used shield and teleportation magic during and after the rape, and in all cases the female Dog vanished before she could be interviewed by police. In those cases it was also true that both victim and perpetrator failed to go to any hospital or clinic that the investigators queried. The descriptions match in a certain broad sense, but with the male or males it's mostly 'big and burly' and with the females it's less helpful, with less-bigoted variations of 'she looked like every other dog.' On the one hoof it's good it only happened in one other place. On the other hoof, I'm disgusted it happened at all,” Sergeant Friday said with a contemptuous snort.

“Did you get anything out of the report, at all? A name, a scent, a quirk or anything unique?” Captain Flowers asked.

“Eyewitnesses aren't always the most reliable, especially after all that shock and excitement. We start out in a hole and try to dig our way up from there, impossible as that might be. Different colors and patterns on perpetrator and victim, different attitudes, different times, places, outfits, methods of assault. We know more about what doesn't happen than what does,” Sergeant Friday said.

“What do you mean? Can you get anything from that?” Captain Flowers queried.

“Well, in all the instances the assailant has never used a weapon, nor has he engaged in physical brutality. He doesn't beat the women, he just rapes them quickly and escapes after his shield is broken. He never uses rope or restraints of any kind, simply uses bodily position and what seems to be a working knowledge of self-defense or something like it to immobilize and restrict the victims. He doesn't gag them, he allows them to call for help, even though it's generally clear there are witnesses in the area. He never strikes the same area twice, never fights back before escape and doesn't appear to have any kind of profit motive, as the victims sometimes are described as wearing easily-removed jewelry that remains on even when the assault is concluded,” Officer cannon said, reading off from some notes he pulled from beneath a pile of papers.

“Just our luck, we've got a gentlecolt pervert. Honestly I'm thinking we need to re-think the hate angle. A bigot who gets his kicks raping women he hates would presumably beat and rob them or something similar. But this guy, no... he may be a little too into Dogs. Put another call into Records and pull more stalking packages, but also lesser crimes like menace, harassment, peeping, or other minor crimes involving voyeurism or being a bit too interested with a strong focus on Dogs but not an exclusive. He may have picked Dogs but he could have started on donkeys or Changelings,” Captain Flowers said, thumping the floor with a hoof.

“A brilliant notion, skipper,” Officer Cannon said, picking up the phone to dial the Records department.

“It's why I make the big bits. Now I need to head off a PR disaster. The Minister is going to demolish us if we don't start giving him a good song and dance about the subject,” Captain Flowers said with a weary shake of his head.

“Let's hope he likes the tune you give him,” Sergeant Friday said with a slight smile, similarly picking up his phone to call the other city's police department.

Author's Note

I wanted to do everything I could to make the 'Dragnet' segments authentic. I'm a big Dragnet fan. I wanted to capture the cadence, the tone, the types of statements. And the names of course. As I recall they did once have a Captain named Flowers, a good pony name. As for Bill and Joe, not much need for change. The "Cannon" is part of a horse's leg. Now about Sergeant Buck, that's a bit more personal. On the Multi-User chat space Tapestries I used to know a guy named Buck, a rabbit who also went by Sgt_Buck, a military rabbit. Note, it's not the SergeantBuck on FurAffinity these days. Buck transitioned into a basketball player named Buck_Hopper, who runs a rather complex RP group called the FBA, the Furry Basketball Association, including podcasts that are like sporting reports with highlights from fictional games and reports about the "athletes." Anyhow, that's where that came from.