New Trottland Yard Case 02 - Silver Cross and the Dancing Demons

Silver Cross

and the Dancing Demons

Chapter 1

The Peagsus mare was dancing around a pole, flapping her wings in the dim light to look even more arousing. Her black coat and silvery mane were highlighted by black light, causing her to glow faintly. She tossed her lingerie to the side one by one, causing the stallions in the audience to whistle and shout in near orgasmic glee.

“And as always, our dear Slippery will toss her slip into the crowd at the end of her show. The lucky stallion that catches it, will have the golden opportunity to spend the night alone with her! So who will it be? Which one of you will enjoy Slipperys special talent tonight?”, the announcers voice came over several speakers, that were placed under each table of the exclusive club.

“Me! I will!”, shouted several of the stallions, already rearing up to have the best chance to catch the big prize of the night.

“Here it comes, dear gentlecolts! Be ready for it!”, the Eartpony announcer said, gesturing towards the stage, on which the dark mare was already holding her slip on the tip of her wing. She smiled wickedly, tossing the silken piece of cloth into the crowd. A Unicorn stallion jumped up onto one of the tables, catching it on his horn. The stallions around him started to protest loudly at this, but the chubby stallion just ignored them as he grinned widely. His amber eyes were fixed on the beautiful dark mare on the stage. In his opinion, this night could last forever.

“Yeah! I've won!”, he shouted and Slippery waved him to her with a hoof. As if he was on autopilot, he jumped down from the table and walked over to the stage. Her sexy lavender eyes seemed to draw him in, as he stepped onto the stage.

“We have a lucky winner!”, the announcer shouted, stomping his hooves in applause. Reluctantly the rest of the crowd followed suit.

“Now, dear winner, give her a kiss and then you two can go upstairs. Enjoy your prize!”, the Eartpony added.

“Yeah, but be careful with her. Be sure not to jump on a table again, instead of her!”, a stallion from the crowd shouted.

“Sore looser. At least I'm closer to her then you ever will be.”, the winner shouted back. He wanted to add something else, but then a wing turned his head towards the beautiful mare again. She pulled him closer, pressing her lips onto his and invading his muzzle with her tongue. It was a sensation that he hadn't expected at all. In all his years, he never had a kiss like that before...

When the two of them separated, his eyes were glazed over slightly. A thread of saliva connected the two for about a second until it broke.

“Do I have your attention now?”, she asked him alluringly as she turned around as swished her tail under his nose. At that moment nothing could have stopped his chubby form from following her through the curtain of the stage.

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“So what's your name?”, Slippery asked while the two of them walked through a narrow hallway, and up a flight of stairs towards the mares rooms.

“Greasy, but my friends call me Grease.”, he said proudly, showing off his barrel of vegetable oil Cutiemark. No matter how hard he tried however, he couldn't make sense of Slipperys Cutiemark. It depicted a few drops of a grayish liquid that didn't look sexy at all, now that he thought about it. But then his eyes met hers again, and his doubts were lost in these deep lavender pools...

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They had finally reached her room, and Greasy was more then impressed. It was big, with a mirror on the ceiling above the circular bed. It was a dream come true for him, and he wanted to get at it right away, but had no chance to do so. His “Prize” asked him to take a shower before they got started, and even though he was disappointed a bit, he obliged. He never had a Pegasus mare before, and he wanted this night to be perfect!

When he came out of the shower, he found an empty bedroom. Slippery was nowhere to be seen. Greasy even checked under the bed, but couldn't find the mare.

“That bitch ran off... Well that was a bust...”, he complained, when he saw a black figure standing in the shadows near the door. It was vaguely ponyshaped, but something about it wasn't right.

“Your done already?”, the thing from the shadows asked in Slipperys voice. Greasy stepped forward to get a better look at the thing. If it was indeed Slippery, then he wanted to start the action already. When he was close enough to get a good look, it was already too late. The things horn glowed in a green light, pulling him closer.

“What's the matter sweetie? Don't like what you see?”, the Changeling asked alluringly. It dawned on Greasy that he had been tricked. His own horn began to flicker in a blue light, but he was quickly overwhelmed. A secret door opened in the far wall, revealing a stairwell and several dozen more Changelings. Their horns glowed brightly, pulling him inside.

The stallion screamed and kicked in the magical grip these creatures had on him, while they carried him all the way to the bottom of the stairs. It was no use. He had never been very good at magic, and his overweight body didn't help his attempts to escape either. There was a pit there, in which dark blue mist swirled about. From time to time something seemed to twinkle in the swirling mass. Greasy felt as if it was actually watching him...

“You will be quite a feast for our mistress, fat boy!”, the Changeling that had been Slippery only minutes ago said, before the others lifted him over the center of the pit. His eyes widened as the mist formed tentacles that slithered up to trap him in their grasp. Their touch felt as cold as the night itself, as he was dragged into the hungry depths...

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The pale blue Unicorn mare slowly retreated from the entrance to the secret staircase. She had seen enough to satisfy her superiors curiosity. Inspector Frostmane had wanted to interfere, but for some reason her magic had failed her. Her horn had only glowed briefly before it had went out again. She suspected some kind of magical block around this part of the building, as she turned around to leave as fast as she could. Something collided with her as she did so, and she was muzzle to muzzle with the announcer. The stallion didn't give her any chance to bring her rusty close combat training to bear, as he transformed back to his Changeling form. She didn't even get to scream, as his horn shot a spell at her and her went dark....

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Constable Quick Catch was running through the forest, pursuing a crazed stallion he had spotted near the body of a mare. The poor thing had been nailed to a tree by her hooves, and the pool of blood under her indicated that she had still been alive when it happened. Catch suspected the stallion to be the culprit.

“I won! I won!”, the crazed Unicorn shouted, as he stumbled over a root and fell flat on his face. Catch was on him in a flash, trying to subdue the stallion so he could bind him. That however, proved to be a difficult task, since the crazed one didn't exactly hold still.

“Hold still you featherbrain! You're under arrest for murder!”, the Constable shouted in the stallions face, to no avail. As he noticed that all his efforts were in vain, he grabbed his baton in his own magic and knocked his opponent out cold. After he had the stallion in chains, he brought him back to the Trottingham Police Department. The doctors and prosecutors would really have a field day with him...

A few hours later Catch cursed his rotten luck. There were five more stallions, that were in the same condition as the one he had caught, in the local hospital. No insane asylum had reported any of their inmates missing... The worst thing however was, that they had identified the dead mare. Inspector Frostmane from the new Trottland Yard... As the officer who had found the body, he would have to call the mares superior, and he did not look forward to that in the slightest....