Supernatural Mystery Squad.

It was four months later that Octavia and Vinyl finally got the okay to start doing field missions. Vinyl received a body made for combat, built with parts from a few soldiers who were signed organ donors upon their deaths. In the end, she just had to be taught by our resident specialist in ghostly combat, Mayor Mare. Most may not realize it, but she was the first mayor of Ponyville. How she hides it is a mystery I will never know. Even Granny Smith, the oldest woman in town doesn't remember her from back then. She trained her well enough though.

As for Octavia, I trained her in controlling her power, allowing her to change at will though full moons always change her. As an odd side effect, she becomes much more, tempting, while changed. It made training her to fight in her altered state a pain, though she did learn enough in her human form to keep herself safe in most situations. I was chosen to be their squad leader by my the public leader of the 'Supernatural Mystery Squad', Princess Twilight Sparkle, Demigod. She was born mortal, but thanks to everything that happened to her, she became far more than mortal. She has since helped to lead us against what is currently 'unknown' and that includes giving us our first mission.

"So, now that we are on the train, what is the mission?"

"Easy, we are going to be taking a look at a supposed 'haunting' in the town of 'Fieldsburg'."

"It's a lovely town."

"That it is Octavia. Also, I want to say this now because it is starting to become an issue. If you are going to 'have fun' let me know so I can leave. Hearing two women moaning in pleasure doesn't exactly make good sleep."

"You just wanted to join in Z."

"Vinyl!'

"What? You say that more than me Tavia!"

"It is not proper! I only say it because of my, condition."

"Admit it, you just want his-"

"Vinyl!" Octavia and I yelled simultaneously.

"What? I was just going to say tongue in your mouth. You need to get your minds out of the gutter." She grinned as Octavia and I groaned. This was going to be a long day.

"Anyway, the place in question is an old warehouse."

"Typical stuff you write in a horror novel." Octavia tried to sound interested, but with such a weak sounding mission, I guess her new blood doesn't flow well.

"Yes, but the problem is it could be something else entirely, that is where we come in. If it is a ghost, Vinyl will fight it. If not, we will fight it. More than likely though, it is two or three different things working together."

"What if it is a Poltergiest?"

"Vinyl, if it is one we are leaving immediately. We are not equipped for fighting one of those."

"What are Poltergeists?" Octavia asked.

"To quote the book I lent you that you clearly didn't read-"

"I read it!" Octavia and Vinyl shouted simultaneously.

"It was page twelve, you didn't read it. But they are beings made of pure emotion. Some Poltergeists are born in places like churches due to weddings, and cemeteries from sorrow and anger. They are not spirits, they were never a living thing. They act irrationally based on the emotion they were born from."

"So, if one is born from lust-"

"Thankfully, that hasn't happened as of yet."

"So, I can totally shag one if we find one?"

"They are formless and, when they destroy ghosts, they rip them apart in horrifying ways. You are NOT to deal with them. And if they are 'born and driven by lust', even more so."

"Oh come one! What's the worst that can happen to me?"

"You get possessed and destroy everything you once liked while your own soul is slowly distorted and then destroyed. And with lust, that means fucking everyone you love to death in ways that probably don't feel good for the victim since they will find the most twisted ways possible to do things."

"Oh, that's bad."

"Indeed, though I doubt that will be the case. This should be rather easy."

"Thoughts?"

"Succubus. I will know for certain when we get there."

"Anything to know about a succubus?"

"They will offer you sex in various ways. Never get alone with them, never say yes, and never allow them to get close to me. I don't want to be enslaved by a single kiss. Besides, this is your trial test to see how well you studied. Remember, combat isn't always the answer." A single eyebrow raised from each of them made me want to, ensure them on something. "They can only enslave men with a kiss, not women. Same thing goes with Incubuses."

"Attention passengers, we are now pulling in to Fieldsburg Station! Please gather your belongings and head on to the station when we come to a complete stop." The cheery voice clicked off as the train began to stop.

"That was quick."

"Indeed, Twilight got us a train with direct transit to here. Normally we would have to buy a ticket to go further and then come back, but again, Twilight."

"By the way, is it true that Twilight is-'

"Yeah, a vampire. And yes, she made sure 'those' books were not findable in Ponyville."

"So, do you and Twilight-"

"She has a boyfriend; I don't have a girlfriend. That is all we will say."

"Dumped."

"Taken before I met her."

"Oh. Wait, how can she be a demigod and a vampire?"

"Who says the other half has to be human?" With that, we silently exited the train and head towards our first destination, the hotel. It was also the start of our first problem once we finally got to our room. And I do mean the singular.

"We are sharing a room?" Octavia was furious with me, her eyes rather accusing and close to changing.

"Saves money and I can't let either of you out of my sight. You are both new to this and we aren't exactly liked by everyone. for all I know in the middle of the night the hotel staff could try to kill us. Either in connection to the problem, another problem, or just out of spite. Normally, I would take the bed, but you two can use it while I use the fold-out bed."

"Oh really? There are no ulterior motives?" Her eyes growing more accusing, I could tell she was getting riled up. It was rather close to a full moon after all.

"None. The two of you may be lookers, but we are on the job, and neither, well, you are certainly not willing. You have nothing to fear from me doing anything at all." She looks at me for a time, before finally setting me down, a light blush evident on her face.

"So this is why you told us to pack decent pajamas."

"Something I totally didn't do. Wouldn't mind sharing with a third though Z."

"Vinyl, no." One glare from Octavia silenced Vinyl in her tracks. We unpacked in silence, minus my sigh of sadness to discover the couch did not fold out into a bed. As we finished, we headed out towards the warehouse where we would meet the client.

"Are you my investigators?"

"Depends, are you the owner of 'Warehouse 5'?" Seems Octavia is already taking charge, good for her.

"Yes, Metal Deposit is the name. I recently wanted to convert it, but my equipment keeps disappearing so if you could find the cause-"

"What kind of equipment?" Good question Octavia.

"Sonic chambers meant to shake apart minerals."

"So, you want to turn the warehouse into a mineral mill or something?" Vinyl, you could have said that so much better.

"Yes, that would be accurate." It is now that I notice his eyes, though focused on our faces, take large glances at Octavia and Vinyl in ways that he should not. I decide to take a closer look at him. He is rather short for a man, only four-foot-six or so with a large beard and dark hair and eyes. Something seems off though. He may be a really tall dwarf, but this warehouse is far too big for just mineral extraction. However, he might be legit and wanting to go beyond what most believe possible. Either way, the fastest way to get to the truth, is to head into the jaws of the beast. Octavia seems to agree, though Vinyl, being unusually quiet, observes our surroundings. If it weren't for her intense gaze, I would chock it up to simple boredom, but it seems the two of them have gotten the same funny feeling I have.

"Alright, I'll open it up. I'll come with ya since I want to know who is keeping me from my work!" His eyes tell me that this could still go any which way, he is quite determined to come with us. I still don't even know who this guy is. At first he was more interested in beautiful women, but now he seems interested in the warehouse, pushing us forward just slow enough to leave me in the dark. Octavia clenches her fist as we get close to the warehouse. It is bigger than I thought. Nearly sixty feet tall, five hundred feet long, and eighty feet wide. It was almost like-

"It was originally made to build boats. About twenty years ago, it was converted to a warehouse when it was no longer profitable to make boats. The guy that ran it was told he was to still own the building and was to collect everything for himself. Unfortunately, he was already barely making enough to live. He had been living on the edge and he eventually committed suicide. Some rumors would tell me he is to blame, but I wont let no ghost stop me from accomplishing my dream!" His story was already well researched. I didn't know what he had done, but the tale of the old owner was something I knew quite well. As he unlocked the door, we entered, keeping ourselves on alert as we saw what we were dealing with. Large stacks of crates were scattered about, thousands of them, each a different size and shape. A few were broken, revealing the objects within. Most seemed to have various machine parts, but a few had old cans of food. Our client was scanning the room, nervous despite his attempts to remain strong. Both Octavia and Vinyl were scouring the room, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I had a few questions myself.

"So, a 'ghost' huh?"

"Yes, supposedly. I don't right believe in them, but I can't really be sure." We had been walking, putting us a few feet inside as the doors we had entered slammed shut. Octavia jumped, her body nearly changing from the start. I quickly ran over to open them again, but they weren't coming open anytime soon. A quick look around made it certain why.

"Welded shut."

"How? It was closed for only a moment, any weld should be hot still!"

"Calm down Vinyl. We aren't alone here, and we need to be prepared. Octa-" I never finished my sentence, a blow from the back of the head knocking me out. When I awoke, I was bleeding badly, my briefcase taken from me. Feeling myself, I found my flask, still full. Taking a swift chug of it, I quickly tried to get to my feet, only to find they were bound rather tightly. My arms had apparently been wounded, perhaps even cut off, but were somehow attached again. Judging by the fresh stains on the ground, I should be dead, but I am quite far from it. It is as something moves that I realize I am not alone.

"Show yourself, or I will make you wish you had." In an instant a ghost comes out into the open. Most of his figure is obscured, meaning he probably has been without a body for at least a decade. "Who are you?"

"My name is, or was is probably the better word, Doctor Hours, I used to own this warehouse."

"It seems to me I need an explanation, what's really been going on here."

"I'll tell you as we get out of here, your companions were captured, the small one sold out the three of you in exchange for his life, and the two women need help, now." He told me his tale as I got myself free, and coming up with a plan. sometimes, it is the lie you don't know is the truth that becomes your greatest weapon, and right now, I want a little revenge. After the explanation, and planning, I was ready to rescue my two lovely assistants. Octavia had managed to evade capture, but Vinyl had to leave her body to be safe. Now it was being used for my captor's pleasure. They will wish they had-

"Are you sure we shouldn't cement that fucker and throw him into the ocean?" Oddly appropriate. It may have bought them

the time necessary to get away from me.

"And what are you going to do if that damn bitch gets loose when we open the door? There was nothing special on him, his body was that of a normal humans. And if a single witness gets out, this won't work twice. We would have to abandon this place and try and set up in a different way, a huge waste of time and energy. Besides, you got yourself a nice pussy to fuck right now, so don't complain. It isn't so fun with their mouths after they are dead."

"There is still the backdoor. She didn't shit herself so I doubt she is going to suddenly do it now."

"She might not be dead retard, and I certainly don't want her to die and shit stain my dick and pants."

"But, you have had your dick in her throat for thirty minutes, I am certain-"

"Just finish up so I can have a go." They will regret their choices. Looking down I see the obscene display, and I decide to kick the plan into action. Octavia is still missing, but I can assume she is well hidden as I can't even see her, though I can still feel her presence to some degree. From the conversations, I will have a distinct pleasure in what I am about to do. Finally, the lights cut out, and I put my plan in action. It may seem a bit cliche, but nothing beats the old 'everyone is disappearing in a dark room' cliche. I start on the groups close-by that are heading towards the guys by Vinyl. Apparently the guy in her mouth hurt himself on her teeth. Seeing a small group of two, I quickly pounce, taking the one in the back, knocking him out in an instant, and take him up to the rafters, suspending him above Vinyl's body. The other one nodded to me, meaning I am getting to see some of the perks of having a ghost companion as the body glows a light blue for a moment. Moving along, I gather roughly ten bodies into the sky, suspended above the center as the enemy fully groups together, distributing flashlights and lanterns among them.

Half of them stay in the center, while the other half moves towards the fuse box. It seems they were somewhat prepared for another set of disappearances, but with my 'ally' still in the center, I planned to deal with the enemy walking around. They rarely let anyone out of each others' sights. In the end, I was only able to take three more before they got to the box, using distractions of dropping an item or two. This left the remainder at 5 for the center, and four at the fuse box. Now, it was time for the fun to really start. I made certain that I was well out of shooting sight, and let loose a high pitched cry, not unlike a yeti cry. It instantly unsettled the men, a few nearly using their improvised weapons and knives to attack each other as they scattered within the confines of the sitting group's light sources. The fuse box team seemed to have little trouble fixing the problem, illuminating the place again in a few places. However, I failed to realize there was one other group, split off from the fuse group so they could watch over each other. They found Octavia who had also failed to notice the second group, and captured her while she prepared to attack the fuse team. She was still in her human form, and the men were ever so happy to have caught her, bringing her in to the main group. It was then that their leader revealed his true form. A normally lower threat of monster called an ogre. He was probably a half-breed judging by the not-dead people at his sides. As I got on the ground and moved in closer to listen in, I found out just how happy they were to have caught their prey.

"I said strip her. I am going to fuck this bitch, and destroy her for what she has done!" His pants had bulged since he stopped trying to be discreet and let loose his form a bit. Any human woman to take that much inside there would probably die from pain. Being a werewolf didn't exactly make her that much more special.

"But sir, she is an excellent product, and-"

"And what? Are you going to tell me she deserves a chance to live after what she did to the others?"

"M-maybe that other guy-"

"That man is as dead as this other bitch! Besides, we can always set-up shop elsewhere and repeat the process. I will admit she would probably fetch us a high price on the sex trade, but this one has proven to be dangerous. Don't worry though, we can all keep going until it is time to end her life!" Their lecherous grins took over as they began to strip. It was then that I decided to really have my fun.

"If my friend down there is really as dead as me, I guess she is just fine, isn't she?" They stand stock still, paling as they look towards the ceiling, finally seeing the bodies of their friends suspended above them.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" As I step out into the light, I see my paint job did its trick. I used some of the blood I had lost and made sure I looked like the walking dead. I virtually was at this point. "H-how are you alive?"

"Well, you see, I just don't die that easily. Dead things in my presence, even myself, don't stay dead all that well. Let me, give you a demonstration!" I hold out my hand, palm towards the ceiling, and watch as one of their members, the one that nodded earlier, falls to the ground, unconscious. Then Vinyl began to rise. Even the half-ogre backed up, fearful at the man who now appeared to control death. I wave her over, and she gets to my side, hanging off of me while staring menacingly at her previous abusers, their fluids still falling from her body. Then, he wisely calls my bluff.

"Kill the bitch and I will handle this 'thing'. Then we can have our fun for some time." Their boss takes a wide stance, and changes even further towards looking like an ogre. He easily stands fourteen feet tall now, with large muscles across his frame. His clothes entirely rip off, revealing he kept a large dildo in his pants, though that was now the least of my worries. His peons grin, confident in their leaders powers, and their ability to handle what they think is just a 'weak little girl'. As I look to Octavia, she is fearful, but right now, things fall into 'emergency' rules.

"Well then, little lady, why don't you just, fight like the 'bitch' you are?" Taking my hint, she closes her eyes, then they back up, fear overwhelming them as the little girl they were after changes before them. Her body hair grew longer and fuller as her teeth elongate into serrated, knife-like teeth instead of the normal combination of human teeth. She didn't get any taller, but her eyes yellowed and became slitted, her shirt on her back moved a her tail grew into its rightful place. Her muscles also became bigger, ripping her clothes, showing the battle-ready uniform underneath. Then she howled, and I am relatively certain they lost all the will to fight before she swiftly started knocking them out. One blow to the head taking two instantly. As the remaining man and the half-ogre began to prepare, a swift blow knocked them back. The human was unconscious instantly, but the halfling was just fine, jumping back to lessen the blow and give himself the distance to think. An ogre with human level intelligence, and even worse, combat training, is a rather daunting, and frightening, scenario.

"I see, so you are also a monster, well then, you just became worth capturing again. How about it puppy, why not stop this and get yourself enough money, and sex, to satisfy any desire you may have?" She answered with a flying kick to its face, but if ogres are well known for their resistances. "Fine then, just the sex!" He swung his massive arm, trying to take her out of the fight in an instant, but Octavia's nimble body easily evaded. She took the combat lessons I gave her quite well, evading his blows and returning them. It worked, right up until she slipped on some of the blood and fluids Vinyl and I had dripped onto the floor. She was hit hard in the stomach, sending her flying into the opposite wall. As the halfling approached Octavia, I was glad I had already taken my flask. I close the distance rapidly, and prepare to stop the halfling as Vinyl reacts to the sounds of some more enemies approaching.

"Now then, I will give you a little knocking, and then I will be enjoying you, so please, remember, you could have saved your friends!" He pulled back and sent a crushing blow towards her, but it never connected. I had reached him and grabbed his arm, holding it in place despite all his efforts to move it. "What the hell are you?" His voice held none of its former confidence. It was like a moth versus a campfire, only one could win, and it was quite obvious who.

"Someone tired of shit like you." With one punch I send him flying into the several crates, and through them to crush into the wall. He fell silent, unconscious from the blow. "You alright Octavia?" Turning to look, I see a mix of emotion, fear being surprisingly far from her features, replaced by awe and wonder, before she blushes, rising to her knees.

"I-I am q-quite fine. H-how did you, do that?" She approached, reverting to her human state. I finally realize just how much of her clothes were shredded, and become very thankful of the expanding battle-suit made for werewolves.

"I'm not exactly human, thought that was rather obvious by now."

"What, what kind of supernatural individual are you?" Her word choice was, surprising. She is the second person I have ever met, to not use the word 'creature'. It was also, the first time she did.

"That, is a mystery I haven't even confided in our boss. Only Celestia, and Luna actually know what I am, and honestly, it is better off that way. No offense, but sometimes it can be rather hard to, get past what I am. We told one other, and they died trying to kill me." Octavia backed away from me in fear before I could quell her fears. "I didn't kill him, he killed himself by accident. He put enough poison in my water and food to kill five or six humans my size. He then mixed things up and accidentally ate it himself." She thankfully relaxes as Vinyl finally arrives, noticing the halfling and the destruction that followed him.

"Holy shit Zero, didn't know you had it in your arms to do that much." Her eyes drop noticeably. Vinyl may not be so interested in men, but right now, I think her body is trying to overwrite that.

"First off Vins, eyes up here." She blushes as her eyes meet mine.

"Don't call me Vins!"

"Second, there are a lot of things I can do that I don't exactly brag about." They both raised an eyebrow at it, somewhat questionably.

"Thirdly, I would rather what happened in my past, to stay in the past. It wasn't exactly a fun time, and it left me with a lot of garbage I could do without." With that, I simply turned around and headed towards the door, to hear a very familiar voice on the otherside.

"I'm back with what you guys wanted, let me in already!" He didn't exactly sound like a victim. Usually the 'fisher' who brings in clients is forced to do it without actually being a member of it. As he banged on the door, I decided I was done holding back, especially since this door was merely dropped down behind us to make us think it was welded. With little effort I lifted the door, probably about two hundred pounds and grab 'Metal Deposit' and toss him in the building, letting the door close behind him.

"Fancy meeting you again!" As he tried to crawl away, Octavia shifted again, pinning him to the door and giving him an eye-full of her fangs. "Now then, I have heard a lot of interesting things, and judging by how cheery you acted, I got to ask you a question."

"I won't talk! They got me by the neck on this!"

"I doubt that, because my question is why did you sell your wife and daughter to them so easily?" Octavia growled more deeply as 'Metal' stopped struggling.

"N-no, they-"

"I have more than enough proof you sold them willingly. You sold 'your' wife to join, and sold 'your' daughter on the grounds that they never let anyone know you were interested in girls her age, which is fourteen for your information Octavia the appropriately angry werewolf." Octavia nearly lost it, barely resisting the urge to bite off his face as she through him against the nearby wall, crushing the metal of the wall, before picking him up and resuming the same position.

"P-please, no more!"

"I don't think so, Vinyl, Maneuver E!" In an instant she left her body, punching 'Metal' and forcing out yet another spirit. In a quick motion, she produced an ethereal rope and quickly contained it. Thankfully, Vinyl is strong mentally, preventing the other ghost from moving even an inch. Octavia was still snarling though, and I needed to take care of that. "Wrong target Octavia, the ghost we got is the one that isn't exactly friendly." Putting all my focus on the ghost, I wonder just how bad things are getting in the world.

***

"So, we ever get any information on that perverted ghost?" Vinyl asked as we reached our newly assigned barracks in Ponyville. An average-size, two story house that was decorated for us by a long time friend of our boss. Her name is Rarity, and she is probably the only succubus that is choosy in her targets, though thankfully she is one of the two known that doesn't use her hypnotic charm to take over the hearts and minds of men. The last one that tried, well, we got that one under control in time.

"Nothing of any great value yet, just a few ship names, though finding the women taken by them would be rather difficult. Worst of all, some of them are known to be dead, having tried to escape their captors only to meet their end when they were deemed 'too much trouble'." It is unknown how many lost their lives, but soon, those that were still alive would be found. It was only a matter of time now. At least, that is what I told them before.

"Yeah, by the way, why are they moving us out here?"

"They didn't explain?" As we entered the first floor, we were met with Octavia trying to push her way out. With a bit of force, I kept her in as we entered. "Werewolves are in heat right now. She choose to deal with it instead of using the shot method, so we decided to keep her away from males that might end up getting forced to do things they don't want to do with a woman who isn't exactly in her right mind."

"Why are you here then?" With a simple smile and chuckle, I responded simply:

"Because I am stronger than her."