Smear

When the fence gave the girls their next "acquisition" trip, they were confused on the location and the target. Theyeven breaking the cardinal rule of not asking questions.

"Wait, why is this at a place like that?"

Nevertheless, they couldn't turn down the money. Even if they had a good amount from their first hit, they couldn't just stop the gravy train.

In the middle of downtown Baltimare's inner harbor stood one of the oldest buildings around, a stone and stained glass cathedral that stood the test of time and centuries of beatings from the elements. Inside was a majestic and awe-inspiring hall of worship for all comers of the faith or those who took an interest to it. That night, it was particularly empty with the last mass ending hours ago and the priest retiring to the small loft across the street that was their sleeping quarters.

Because of the age and cathedral, there was no air conditioning vent to go through like the last time. So another less conventional method of entering the building had to be used.

"You sure it’s unlocked and unarmed?" Sunset asked. They were walking down the empty, shady looking Batimore street. The girls were looking around, hoping to not run into either a mugger or worse: a cop.

"Yes. Trixie has been a cocktail waitress, and the fathers use our hotel to host their summits, and they like to talk. They keep the doors unlocked in case someone needs the help of their god. "

Lightning Dust did not buy Trixie's claim. "Okay, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever-"

Trixie turned the knob to the door that was on the side of the cathedral, it swung open with no alarm, or even after Trixie turned the lights on.

"-heard. Huh."

"See, now you believe Trixie?" she said as she turned the light back off. "Let's get that painting "

They looked around in the dark with their flashlights, looking for the art piece. As Sunset and Lighting looked for the painting in one direction, Trixie went in another. The search was less desperate as they had an alibi and time.

Sunset and Lighting just searched the back of the church, the many halls, the room stores, classrooms, offices, and food pantries. But there was no art. That was until...

"Hey sunset, is this it?" Lighting asked while looking at a canvas painting just left in the hallway like a cheap childhood finger painting. Sunset’s flashlight shone on the art that was hung in the hallway.

"Yep, that's it." Sunset announced as she looked at the photo of it that was given to her before the mission.

"is it... a vagina?" Lighting asked as she looked at the art.

"The artist says no... But I think we both know the answer to that one," Sunset said with a smirk.

"Well, let's not wait around! Get it in the shipping box and let's go!"

***

Trixie always hated the dark, not being able to see outside the cone of light held in her hand. She was stumbling around, sometimes tripping on benches or even the donation bins. She was looking for the art, which she thought it could be valuable enough to display for the praying masses. she was still mumbling to herself when she tripped near a pillar and tried to use it to catch her fall, scratching whatever was painted on the wall up. She toppled over and spilled whatever was on the table in front of the pillar. As she got up, she took a look at what she scratched up.

Oh no.

Trixie got up and saw that she tripped over the paint that was being used to restore the art that was painted on the pillar. Trixie panicked. She grabbed tubes of paint in the dark and used the stool that was used to pour out colors and mix them.

"Trixie messed up! Trixie doesn't want to go to hell!"

She began to patch the scratches, with the paint she had and what little at skill she had when she was in Canterlot High. For Trixie, her C-minus in art would help her return the art to its former glory and...

Trixie thinks this might work

"Trixie! Will you hurry it up!? We got the painting!" Sunset hollered as they made it to the main hall. They were sprinting down the aisle, and Lighting had a square crate that had the painting enclosed.

They slipped out of a side door which brought them back into the streets of Baltimare.

The few blocks it took from the church to their hotel was a nerve-racking one, with Sunset and Trixie playing it cool while Lightning taking to the shadows trying to not be seen. The occasional cop would pass by, but only stared at the girl's tits and asses as they passed.

"Better our bodies than that piece of work" Sunset said as they made it to the hotel. The night front agents were too busy worrying about getting held up at gunpoint, so seeing three ladies with a wooden box was the least of their worries.

"Well, we did it," Sunset said.

"Very much so," Lighting replied.

"well, I'm too worked up. Pizza and lezzing out?" Sunset asked.

"Yes!" Trixie and Lighting cried out in unison.

***

The phone call woke Shining who, hours earlier, returned home and pumped another load of his seed into his wife for her to pump out a child. The phone call was from none other than Flash.

"Y-you’re calling from Twilight's phone?"

"Y-yeah, we had coffee and-"

"At three in the morning?!"

"Sir, the bandits struck again!"

"Fuck! Okay, okay. Meet me in the station in an hour. Oh and flash?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Stop by the sperm bank on the way. I think it's time you learn what happens when someone fools around with my Twiley."

Author's Note

If you guys dont get the joke

Georgia O' keeffee Flowers

Behold the Man (Ecce Homo)

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