"Well, this trip was a waste," Shining Armor commented. They had spent time away from their homes, families, friends, and, for Shining Armor, his smoking hot, horny, baby-crazy wife to chase three equally horny female thieves. There wasn't much to go on when it came to the crime scene. All they had was a black and white security camera that showed the three thieves. He replayed the security tape multiple times, yet still had no clue what to do even in the solitude of the broom closet where the tapes were at. "Whoever did this were pros, no doubt about it,"

"Art thieves, Sir?" Flash asked.

"Yes, another meeting of two common enemies: the world's oldest trade meets the world's oldest media of expression."

"That's beautiful, sir."

"Whatever, welp. We just need to... Wait a minute." Shining said, leaning into the small television. "Do you see that tube?"

"The plastic tube?"

"Yes, it looks familiar.... Was there a train going from Vanhoover to Canterlot last night? What time did it leave the station?"

Flash opened up the manilla folder with a random assortment of paperwork, photos, and witness statements from both eyewitnesses and police on the scene. He shifted through it and found what he was looking for: the Vanhoover Express schedule.

"One left the station an hour after the heist," Flash said,

"I KNEW IT! That's where it looked so familiar! " Shining hollered. "The tube they used looks exactly like the one I saw at Canterlot Station! I bet cash they are in Canterlot as we speak."

"So...." Flash sad.

"We are headed back. Now! Call Central and tell them what I found. Tell everyone to be on alert!"

"Do you know what they look like?" Flash asked.

"I don't remember, all I remember is the tube."

"So...."

"Let's go home! I got a wife to get home to and a lady that you need to keep your hands off!"

***

"I... I don't want to!" Trixie cried.

"Girl, you have to! You think we are going to carry this briefcase everywhere we go?!" Lighting replied.

"But, but!"

"You are an entertainer, Trixie! Why can't you just act like you are doing something legal!?"

"T...T.... Trixie swore off the stage after Trixie lost 'him'." Trixie trembled.

Lighting Dust groaned in frustration as she fell back on the bed. "You gave up your dreams for an old fart?!"

"Shut up! He meant everything to Trixie!" she replied.

"Trixie... We are not asking you to pull a rabbit out of your pussy, we just need you to make a deposit to our account and talk your way out of any.. ‘snags’."

"B... But! Fine, Trixie will do it." She murmured

"Atta girl!" Sunset said as she shoved the briefcase to Trixie.

***

"What?" Trixie screamed.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lunamoon. They froze your account because of discrepancies."

"There is all that money in there..."

"Sorry, but we can look over it and unfreeze it in a few weeks. Anything else you need?"

With a growing line behind her, with her suitcase in hand, Trixie was in a tough spot. She needed the money in the bank, but at the same time it would arouse the suspicions of the taller, stronger looking security guard in a suit.

She bowed her head, hating the situation she was in.

Trixie used to be the best boaster of all the land, and now I'm a whimp.

"Sweetie, you just need to be yourself." The familiar voice said. It was the sound of her old lover during a practice performance. She had a bad day and threw a temper tantrum and quit. He stopped her before she left the stage. "Just have to remember that you are you. You like to be big loud and proud and that's what people love about you."

Sexy daddy?

"Just do it." his repeated

Sexy daddy, I need you.

"JUST DO IT!"

With the line behind Trixie growing ever longer, the teller had had enough. "M'am? I need to help the rest of our cust-"

"LISTEN HERE!" Trixie Snapped " The Great and Powerful Trixie worked her ass off from sun up to sunset to earn her cash. Trixie lets you take money from her account with your bullshit fees and service charges to let Trixie use it! What, jealous she makes more than you ever will?! Do you know who she is?! Unfreeze Trixie's account now or else Trixie is going to take her money and join another bank! And if the second Trixie gets her money back she is taking all of her money back and will close her account. Oh and Trixie knows the CEO of the company! Trixie has his numberon her contacts! So, should Trixie take her business somewhere else?!"

By the time she had finished, an older looking gentleman stood behind the teller and gently moved her away from her computer. He began to go to work on the computer, click the mouse, then long minutes of typing on the keyboard.

Trixie felt the rush and felt the fire inside grow.

Trixie is back, baby! Trixie is back!

"Okay, Ms. Lulamoon. Your account is unlocked and you are more than welcome to deposit your money. Would you like anything else?

Trixie had her eye on it the entire time. She wanted it in her mouth to lustfully suck on for a long time. The manager had it, but she only had to ask.

"Trixie would like one of those lollipops you give to the kids. Lemon flavored!"

Author's Note

Im trying to finish this story? what??

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