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

Silver Cross

and the Dancing Demons

Chapter 3

The training I received was intense. A mare had been hired to train me in the “art” of dancing. Even though I was pretty sure that this kind of thing could be useful in my private life, that didn't dull the pain I had after each session. According to my trainer, I was still doing it wrong. What I just didn't get was, how I was supposed to slide down the pole, with one leg wrapped around it, without my private parts rubbing against it! Once, twice and even thrice was OK, but the fourth time I started to slide down, it really began to hurt in my lower regions...

As if that wasn't bad enough, the boss also wanted me to learn... biology... It was by far the most embarrassing thing I had ever done in my life. The stallion that was teaching me, was using his own “equipment” to make his points. When he wanted to move on to practical use of what he was teaching me however, he got acquainted with my namesake. The boss was mad with me for that, but I simply asked him if he wanted his most sensitive parts to meet my cross as well.

I was willing to go onto this mission. I was even willing to lift my tail for some stranger if I had too, but I wasn't willing to do it just because some horny stallion thought I needed some “practical” training! I was still an Inspector, or temporary agent if you will, of the New Trottland Yard! There was a line I wouldn't cross just yet. I was no prostitute after all... was I?

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The second week of my training went only a little smoother. I had finally gotten the hang of the pole thing, and my nether regions didn't hurt that much anymore. The downside was, that the boss actually ordered me not to hit my biology trainer, and let him do what he was paid for... I was very close to just quit right there and then, but... then I thought of Frostmane. She had died alone... nailed to a tree... Damn it! If that was what it took, I would take a roll in the hay with that guy!

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The end of the second week came faster then I had thought, and slower then I would have wished. I had also been told that, because of my actions during that week, my pay for this and the following month would be confiscated to pay for the damage I had caused. My boss would have sent me off, I was sure, but he was too busy lying in his hospital bed next to my two trainers.

Why I had done that was simple. The two trainers had proposed a threesome as my final “exam”. I almost agreed to it too, but then I spotted the camera behind one of the mirrors of the room. Turns out my boss had a bet going with the two if I would go for the physical training. I ended up beating the shit out of all three of them, before the security personal could stop me. At first he wanted to fire me for that, but he couldn't very well do that, since I told him that he had misused his authority over me to get a laugh, and maybe even something else out of it. The old guy had gone silent at that, and we later agreed never to speak of it again. Besides, the skills I had obtained in this two weeks could be useful during my mission, and my later private life... if I survived this...

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Trottingham... A small city, full of criminals of all kinds. The Yard had tried to get a hoof down in this place for years, but the criminals were just to organized. Once my fellow Inspectors dug out one of their operations, another one was already up and running to replace it. It was like fighting a hydra. Cut off one head, and two will grow in it's place!

The train ride here had been uneventful, and I hadn't even left the station before somepony tried to sell me a small pouch of Moonpowder. A very powerful drug. Even owning it is punishable by at least four years in the mines! It took all of my willpower not to arrest the skinny Earthpony stallion right there and then. Instead I declined him as impolite as I could.

“Get lost you rotten pile of Horse-apples!”, I shouted at him and he did just that. None of the Ponies passing us even turned around. I thought that nopony would even care if he robbed, raped or murdered me on the street. Some of them even looked as if they would rather join in to get a turn themselves. The local police didn't help me in the slightest, since I was supposed to be a … prostitute... They had even provided me with a letter of recommendation from a brothel in Canterlot. I only hoped my mother never got wind of this. If she did, she would most definitely disown me, if she didn't outright kill me for dishonoring the family.

It took me a while to find the “Lusty Licker” among all the other “ establishments”. It was one of many, but it's front certainly stood out. The neon signs on the other ones showed mares in compromising positions, while the one on the Lusty Licker outright depicted a mares genitals, that were licked by neon tongue.

“Hey sweetie, want some action?”, the stallion at the door, a gray Pegasus, asked me with a grin on his face. I had to hold back a gag as I smelled his breath, and did my best to smile alluringly.

“Maybe later big boy. Right now I just wanna know if there is work for me here.”, I replied, fluttering my eyelashes a bit.

“Well... The boss is always hiring, since many mares quit after a week or two. Just go right in and up the stairs to the right. It'll lead you directly to the bosses office. And if he doesn't want you, maybe you can crash with me tonight.”, he said, not even trying to hide that he was only looking at my tail.

This whole act was so disgusting that I wanted to vomit. This stallion was so slimy and filthy, that I usually wouldn't have talked to him, even if somepony paid me for it. The only thing that kept me going, was the thought of Frostmane... Poor Frosty...

“Maybe big boy.”, I cooed as I passed him and swished my tail under his nose. He shuddered and dropped down to his haunches.... It looked like my training in all things sexual was paying off. I only feared that I wouldn't be able to be with somepony after this for some time, without being reminded of this place...

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The interior of the “club” was much classier then I had expected. Waiters were tending to customers in fancy suits, while the mares worked in short outfits that had a string attached to them. It was there to keep their tails in the air, to give every interested stallion a good look. It might have been discriminating, but it was also less straight forward then I had expected from the sign outside... The whole place was clean, and had it not been for the exposed mares and the occasional poster with the Lickers emblem on it on the wall, one could have thought they were in a classy restaurant!

A little confused at this, I made my way up the stairs to my new bosses office. It was a plain door with a messing plate saying “Administration” on it. After knocking once, I was called inside. The stallion behind the door was one big loaf of meat. This, at least, was exactly what I had expected. He sat behind his desk, smoking a cigar, his head almost completely bald, his shirt open up to his belly and sweat running down his face.

“Ah, yes yes... Ya lookin' fer work sweet flank? If so, Ah might have something fer ya.”, he said, eying me from head to hoof. I could already tell that I would have to... Oh I so didn't want to do this anymore!

“Yes, I'm looking for a job. Have been working in the “Sugar Flank” in Canterlot until recently, sweetie. Think you can help me?”, I asked, stepping closer to him with my best bedroom eyes. He began to chuckle and cough at the same time.

“Not the first time a gal tried dat on mah. Gotta see what yer got first. Ya know, make sure ya can “entertain” the customers.”, he said after his coughing had subsided. He gestured to a pole in one corner of the room, silently telling me to show him my stuff.

I wanted to leave, to gallop all the way back to Canterlot, but I couldn't turn back now. Not only would I be the laughingstock of the entire department, but I would also let Frosty down.

So I trotted over to the pole and put down my saddlebags. I reared up onto my hindlegs, keeping myself upright with my forelegs. I started off by swirling around the pole three times, going lower each time. The stallion looked like he was getting bored, so I picked up the pace a bit. With the momentum from that last swing, I swung my rear legs up into the air and clamped down on the pole with them. With my tail now hanging on my back, my nether regions completely exposed, I started to rotate slowly.

His ears perked up at that, and his eyes widened. He even dropped his cigar as his muzzle fell open. Before I had spiraled to the ground again, I bent my upper body so I could grab onto the pole with my forelegs again. This time however, I pulled myself a little further, so my belly was against the pole instead of my shoulder. It gave me the stability I needed for my next move. My marehood completely exposed, I hang sideways from the pole, my legs spread wide, while spiraling down slowly.

I could already see how the fat stallion was shifting uncomfortably, but I was not finished yet. With a powerful swing from my rear legs, I bent my back once more and grabbed the pole with them. I didn't stay like that for long however, but did the same again with y forelegs, positioning myself with my back to the pole, while my forelegs wrapped around it over my head. My rear legs were spread as wide as I could, and my tail was swishing from side to side. In this position, I let myself slide slowly to the ground.

The Earthpony stallion didn't seem to want to wait any longer to “sample” me. He got up and trotted over to me, rearing up and supporting himself on the pole behind me as he brought his penis up to my muzzle. It was that moment that I really appreciated the spell one of the Yards Unicorns had cast on me. It was supposed to make everything taste like my favorite food. I knew that I would blow my cover if I stopped here, so I opened my lips and took him in.

To my surprise, the spell actually worked. The sweet taste of Donut Joe's special Donuts fludded my mouth. Only the sensation couldn't have been more different. I couldn't close my muzzle to chew, because it was way too hard. The texture was all wrong and I could feel the stallions pulse through the veins that ran through his prick. A Donut usually didn't thrust itself into my mouth either, neither did it groan with each thrust.

I began to work my very own brand of magic when he pushed it down my throat. The muscles in my throat tightened, causing the stallion to gasp in surprise and pleasure. Soon after he shot his load into my throat and I could finally breathe again. Sadly the spell that manipulated my sense of taste, did nothing against the smell. It was a good thing that he shot it in there, and not in my mouth too. Had he done that, I might have puked from the sticky warmness...

At first I thought that he was done. He certainly looked pleased enough as he fell down onto his side, panting hard. My hopes were crushed when he reached out with a hoof and turned me over on my belly, lifting my tail with his other hoof.

“Ya're certainly skilled when it comes to dancing and your mouthwork. Now let's see how ya do down here!”, he panted as he slid into me. I wasn't turned on in the slightest, but I had expected something like this. In preparation of this, I had injected a bit of lube into my vagina before stepping out of the train.

It was... odd. I never knew I had this much of an actress in me. Even though I didn't get any pleasure out of the act myself, I managed to groan, moan and scream as he thrust into me. I could feel his sweat drip down on me, as his forelegs began to run along my barrel and flank. I shuddered at the touch. It was disgusting, but he apparently took it as a sign of pleasure.

“Yer..... quite the … dirty bitch aren't ya?”, he panted before biting into my left ear. This time I screamed for real, even though I didn't want to. That useless lump of meat had actually found my weak spot. At that moment my body began to betray me. I could feel a warm feeling in my nether regions, and now it wasn't just the artificial lube that made his sliding in and out of me easier on him.

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I screamed once again as he shot the eighth load inside of me. It was hard to believe but after some time, I had actually gotten into it. I didn't even mind the sweat that much anymore. This stallion might not have been very attractive, but he was certainly good at what he did...

After that last round, he finally rolled off of me. His face was beet red, and his breaths came in short, ragged puffs. I could feel his stuff flowing out of me, as I panted at least as hard as him, even though I was much fitter then he was. Celestia bless contraceptive implants...

“So... how... about... it? Do I have... the job?”, I asked, while my heart raced a million miles an minute. If I hadn't been here for an investigation, I wouldn't have minded a ninth round.

He chuckled and flopped down on his belly, unable to stand on his wobbly legs.

“Heh... all business are ya? Ah can't really turn down somepony that talented... Tell ya what. Ah pay ya eight hundred bits a week. A thousand if Ah can have a go at ya when Ah want.”, he offered, and my eyes went wide. A thousand bits a week? That's how much I earned at the Yard in a month! I was certainly tempted to switch jobs right there and then. Had it not been for Frostmane, I might even have done it. This was actually fun. I didn't know how it would be to do this to a “customer”, but this stallion was quite good. I nodded my agreement to this and we closed the deal with a ninth round. This time I rode him.

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After Quickie, my new boss, had me sign a contract, he had showed me my new room. It wasn't anything special, but it was nice nonetheless. I had a private bathroom with both, a separate shower and bathtub. The bed was freshly made, and big enough for two Ponies to sleep in it. The red silked sheets felt pretty nice when I rubbed against them with my muzzle, but I didn't want to soil them with my body right now. Quickie had informed me, that I wouldn't start working until the next day, and that I should rest for the rest of the evening.

He didn't have to say that twice. I felt a little disgusted with myself that I had actually gotten off from what the boss did to me, but I shoved that thought aside. I had went through two weeks of intense training. There was no harm in actually taking pleasure in my mission, right? Especially when it made the boss of this establishment trust in me.

After taking a long shower, in which I made sure to clean my lower body from any dripping semen, and washing myself out as best as I could, I fell down on my bed. It was pure bliss. The sheets smelled pretty nice and they were softer then anything I had ever laid in. Maybe it was something special after all?