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The Disappearance of "My Lady Milan"

When it came to the list of the most prestigious museums in Equestria, The Museum of Art in Vanhoover would be at the fifth or sixth from the bottom of that list. Most of the pieces of 'art' that called the museum home were from the local unknown artists, the best of the penitentiary's prisoner rehabilitation program, and the winners of the art contest that drew in submissions from schools throughout the city.

What kept the museum from being the absolute worst in the nation would be the painting called "My Lady Milan". It was a stunning piece of art: a landscape of rolling hills that was covered in the dry tall grass. On those rolling hills were small houses and farms that gave the viewer the look and feel of a small country village. Many considered "My Lady Milan" to be the last great painting from legendary artist Norman Trotwell, before he went utterly batshit insane.

Even today, after all those decades after his death, there was still a rabid and loyal fanbase of the late artist. Among those who considered Trotwell to be the greatest artist to grace Celestia's sun included the guard on patrol that night. "My Lady Milan" was his favorite stop on his nightly patrol route through the fingerprint art galleries, the prison art wing (nicknamed "uncanny valley"), and the starving artist's section. Even though it was clearly the most valuable piece of art in the museum, it was framed in a simple display towards the center of the small building. The nightwatchman would stand there and stare at the painting for hours at a time on his route, amazed at how beautiful it was. Even after the countless of times he had seen it every night for the last few decades, the guard couldn't get enough of the painting. It took him back to when he was just a child, and lived in a village that resembled the town depicted in "My Lady Milan".

The tradition of being lost in "My Lady Milan," and the nostalgia that it brought forth was interrupted by the thumping sounds overhead. The night guard looked towards the ventilation system and gave off a small grunt.

"I told 'em to fix dat dang ventilation system months ago," the old man complained before he continued on his route. The sound that was coming from the ventilation system continued and seemed to move along the ducts before stopping in front of the grate above the painting.

It seemed like an eternity between the sounds inside the ventilation system stopping and then starting again. This time however, instead of the clanking metal that indicated something was moving in the vents, it was the sound of screws being turned for the first time in years. As soon as the last of the four screws was allowed to drop to the floor, the ventilation grate above "My Lady Milan" gave way as well. The grate, however, was caught by a small hand reaching out of the duct. Whatever was in there lifted the grate into the air duct.

Two black ropes fell through the opening and whatever lengths of rope that was left landed with a soft *thud* on the carpeted floor.

In a choreographed fashion, Two petite figures rode the rope to the ground and landed softly. One of the petite figures immediately took the painting down from the wall and gingerly opened the frame holding the painting, while the second figure uncapped the black poster tube she was carrying on her back on a sling. The first figure took the painting off its frame, rolled it, and quickly gave it to it's companion, who traded the painting with another piece of paper that was inside the poster tube, and hastily framed it.

The figures utilized the small, motorized, pulleys that were attached to their backs, and were quickly, but quietly pulled back into the hole in the ventilation system. The two, petite figures abandoned the ropes where they were and made their way back through the ventilation system where they came from, and eventually found themselves back in the building's parking lot through the opened ventilation shaft outside in the pitch black of the late winter night. They began to sprint their way through the small, hilly, lawn that surrounded the building, and to a parked car across the street from the museum with a occupant in the driver seat.

"Hurry up losers!" the female figure said. The female figure started up the engine of the cherry red colored muscle car, inserted the cigarette back in her mouth, and waited for her friends to get in the car.

All three girls began to laugh as they drove off into the night.

***

It had been a hour since the guard discovered the theft. After the initial shock of realizing the painting was stolen, the guard managed to call the police before curling into the fetal position in tears. It didn't take long for the entire museum to be filled with patrol cars, helicopters, and concerned citizens. Inside the museum, the number of officers and forensic teams that swarmed the place doubled the average visitors the museum would get in any given week. The officers scrambled desperately, to find a clue, a idea, anything to find that painting, which was a source of pride for the community that clearly lacked talented artists.

The community had one last trick up their sleeve though...

"Sir, the painting has a small microchip in the bottom right corner. It has been traced it to a nearby hotel," the rookie officer informed the chief of police, who was standing in front of where the painting once stood with the mayor and the museum curator, and staring down the drawing that they found out recently was called dick butt.

"What are you waiting for?! get the painting back on this wall," the chief bellowed.

Within the minute, many of the officers scrambled to their cars and sped their way to the hotel. All of them hoping that whoever took the painting were still there.

As the officers were scrambling out of the museum, the three old men still stood in front of the painting, with their coffees still in hand.

"Ya know boys, 'The Dickbutt Bandits' kinda sounds catchy, but the media wont allow it," The older, balding mayor spoke.

"Fuck them, let's go with it," The chief replied.

***

Excited, but exhausted, the three all black figures moved their way into the dark room, which was remedied by the lamp next to the bed. Almost immediately one of the women began to undress

"Wow Lightning Dust," Sunset Shimmer commented. "If I didn't know any better, I would of said you wanted to do phase two."

"I'm taking a shower, so don't get any ideas," Lightning Dust replied with a hostile tone. Fully naked in front of her, Sunset Shimmer couldn't help but to see her glorious, naked body. I mean it was GLORIOUS: A toned bottom, perky chest, and clean shaven. As soon as Lightning Dust closed the door to the bathroom, the last figure placed the plastic tube next to the door, locked the door, and turned to Sunset Shimmer.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie is exited or phase two," she said with a grin.

As Trixie confessed her excitement, Sunset motioned her to the bed in a seductive manner. Before she joined, Trixie turned on the radio and sat next to Sunset. The radio was silent, but it didn't matter as both girls began to giggle as they brought their faces closer to each other and ended the excitement with a kiss. They both fell back to the bed, giggling as the other girl slipped their hands up each other shirts, massaging each other's breasts.

The small peck turned to shoving tongues as soon as they took off each others shirts, pants, and bras. Those giggles earlier turned into small moans and they both moved to moving their hands down each other panties. Both gave of moans as they had fingers inside each other's wet woman hoods, moving the fingers as gingerly as possible.

Sunset moved first, shoving Trixie on her back, and removing the azure colored woman's black panties. Sunset Shimmer smiled as she got off the bed and stood to remove the rest of her clothes, to the delight to an eager Trixie.

Sunset Shimmer went to work, caressing the area around Trixie's trimmed opening with her tongue, and moved in, making Trixie gasp in surprise. Trixie instinctively moved her partner's face even harder towards her. The sensation of Sunset's tounge was magical. It tickled, but it made her wet and wanting more.

The small moans gave way to louder moans, and from louder moans to basically screaming. Sunset Shimmer was enjoying herself as well, placing two fingers inside herself while she was pleasuring her friend.

"The Great and-" Trixie tried to say, before Sunset Shimmer shoved her juice filled fingers in Trixie's mouth.

"Don't give away your name," Sunset replied.

What Sunset didn't know was that having Trixie taste her juices made Trixie more hornier than before.

***

The Hotel that the geo-chip placed the location of "My Lady Milan" was a dump of a place at the wrong side of town. It was rundown, with paint chips falling apart all over the place. Clearly it was a place for drug deals and prostitution; because as soon as the massive amount of sirens were heard, people from all over the hotel bust down their doors and made a run for it. Screams of "Its a raid!" were heard.

The hotel was surrounded by a platoon of police officers on all sides, with even more blocking off traffic and setting up checkpoints. For the boy in blue from the Vanhoover: that painting was returning to that museum one way or another.

As soon as the heavily armed police arrived on the scene, they made their way to the door on the second floor, where they believed the location of the art thieves were. The all male unit heard the screams of pleasure from someone inside.

"Don't stop, Don't stop, Don't STOOOOOOOP!!! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" the female voice inside yelled.

The men outside the door were exited to bust down the door. It was not because of recovering the missing art anymore, but the exciting prospect of seeing some live action porn inside. Once the signal was given they kicked down the door and rushed in weapons drawn.

To their confusion and disappointment: the room was basically empty, save the geo-chip on top of a Ham Radio playing the sounds of a woman who has reached her pleasure limit and was trying to catch her breath.

***

The second they heard the police storm the hotel room on their end, Sunset Shimmer stopped giving Trixie's vagoo a tounge bath and made her way to the drawer. Sunset turned off the radio, and open the only window in the room. As she hoped, the train they were on was about to pass a river bridge. Sunset unplugged the radio and threw it out the window. In the full moon, she saw the figure of the metal box splash down into the water below, never to be seen again.

"My turn," said Sunset in excitement as she turned to face Trixie. She was expecting Trixie to be spread open in front of her with her wet babymaker, but she discovered the young woman was asleep.

Sunset was not happy about it, but she had no other choice but to join Trixie in sleep because her eyelids were getting heavy as well.

"Goodnight, Trixie." Sunset said as she pulled the covers over them and gave the sleeping woman a kiss on the forehead.

"Ah. Nothing like rubbing one out during a hot shower," Lightning Dust said. Lightning was hoping to see two horny women waiting for her in the bed.

They were both asleep.

Lightning Dust sighed as she joined the two, slipping under the covers with her clean nude body with the sweaty girls.