Chapters 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....
New Trottland Yard Case 02 - Silver Cross and the Dancing Demons
Silver Cross
and the Dancing Demons
Chapter 2
I was sitting in my office, about to use the Cross I had obtained in Haunchington in for something it wasn't made for. Moaning in anticipation I pressed the silver cross against the small hole. Squealing in delight, as I took in the smell of the sticky juices that began to come forth. It was almost done...
Then my door slammed open, and the shock made me press down on the cross too hard. Juice splattered everywhere as the cross's amplifying magic activated, and the can of peaches I had tried to pry open the est of the way got crushed. It took me a moment to free my face from the sticky juice with a handkerchief. When I was able to open my eyes again, I was almost muzzle to muzzle with my boss, who was leaning over my desk to get a better glaring position. Some of the sweet sticky juice was drying on his face, and I could tell that he was not happy about that. With a sheepish grin, I hoofed over my handkerchief. He didn't take it.
“I won't even ask what this is all about, since I doubt anypony except an Earthpony could make sense of what you were doing! Now get your sorry plot cleaned up and get upstairs to the briefing room. I got another job for you!”, she growled at me after about a minute of intense glaring. I nodded my agreement, and made my way to the little fillies room. He would most likely do something similar...
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After I had cleaned myself up as good as I could, I found myself in the enormous briefing room for the first time. My boss stood behind a projector, while several other stallions sat around the same table as me. I didn't know any of them, but I felt distinctly uncomfortable. Two of them wore military uniforms...
“Everypony here? Good. Let's begin.”, my boss said in his rough voice, and dimmed the lights with his magic. At the same time the projector came to life, and my boss started to narrate each picture that appeared on the far wall.
“Here you see the remains of Dark Horn Manor. It was were the stallion known as “The Professor” lived for the last ten years. His real name was Blade Spin however, and he never was a real Professor. The national academy of magical research expelled him due to his affinity to dark magic. Agent Silver Cross here was sent to Haunchington to investigate several murder cases, and the disappearance of several corpses.”, he said as the picture of a smoking heap of rubble appeared on the wall.
For a moment, I couldn't believe me ears. Had he just called me “Agent” Silver Cross? Did I miss the memo?
“She discovered that Blade Spin was working on some kind of death magic, that brought back the dead. The only problem with that was that the resurrected Ponies came back as insane killers, that killed everypony they met. Agent Silver Cross here burned the Manor down by accident when she stumbled upon an ancient artifact she found there. Said artifact, known as the “Celestia Cross”, is part of a set of four, that many archaeologists had dubbed a myth.”, he continued and the picture on the wall changed to one of the cross around my neck.
“Our scientists have performed a series of tests on the cross, and it only seems to work for her. When others tried it, it didn't react at all. When wielded by agent Cross however...”, the picture changed to a short film, showing me hitting a training dummy with the cross. The result had been, that the training room now had a new window.
“We also determined, that the cross does not work indefinitely. After about five such strikes, or using it's sunlight enchantment once, it will lay dormant for several days. During that time it is nothing more then a fancy, if pretty much indestructible, trinket. No amount of magical dampening however, has been able to block it's abilities. That's why I have chosen Agent Silver Cross for the mission at hoof. The Professor was her case in the first place, and she does not need to rely on magic to do her job.”, he finished and the lights came back on. As soon as he sat down at the table, I raised a hoof like a schoolfilly.
“Yes, Agent?”, my boss asked a little annoyed.
“Two questions, sir. Since when am I an agent, and what kind of mission are you talking about?”, I asked innocently.
“That's pretty easy Miss Cross.”, one of the stallions on military attire said. “You have been promoted for the duration of this investigation. The mission we are about to assign to you is pretty dangerous. An Inspector from the Yards Manehatten branch has already failed at it, and paid with her life. She was found in a forest, with all four hooves nailed to a tree.”
I gulped. This didn't sound good at all. The pay rise for this mission would certainly be nice, and I might even be able to get that plasma TV I had my eyes on for a while now. But was I willing to risk my life for it? I wasn't sure. The only thing I knew was, that they wouldn't give me a chance to decline.
“The thing is, Miss Cross, we have dug out the deeper parts of the mansion you burned down. The catacombs beneath the building were still intact, and we were able to find some of the research material Blade Spin was working on. It was a very disturbing mixture of Unicorn, Changeling, Zebra and Dragon magic. The high council ordered the papers to be brought to the national magical academy of Canterlot. They are to be studied there, in order to find a spell with which a Unicorn can dispel it on a large scale. The more disturbing thing is, that we also found evidence that, that stallion belonged to some kind of deluded Nightmare Moon cult. They seem to believe that she will return to this world shortly, and that they will be in her favor if they conquer as much of it as they can before she arrives. As if that old mares tale was even real... We wouldn't bother with such a thing usually, but Blade Spin has proven that this cult is dangerous.”, he went on.
I on the other hoof was getting a little impatient. I was usually a good listener, but this stallion seemed to beat around the bush. Or he just tried to bore me to death.
“So you are telling me that I am to infiltrate some insane cult and gather information, so we can get rid of them in one go?”, I asked, not leaving any doubt that I would walk out of the room if he didn't answer my question.
“Yes. You see... Inspector Frostmane....”, he began, but I cut him off.
“Frostmane... as in... good looking Unicorn mare with a pale blue coat and a mane with two different shades of blue?”, I asked, the shock evident in my voice.
“You... I... I wasn't aware that you knew her.”, the other uniformed stallion stuttered.
“Knew her? I talked to her just last week! She's my cousin, and was the one who encouraged me to even try and take the entrance exam for the Yard, and you're telling me she's dead?”, I screamed back.
“Please calm down. I can understand how you must feel, and maybe we should consider...”
“Consider nothing! I take the job! I'll beat the snot out of whoever did this to her and drag that son of a mule to you in chains!”, I shouted, tears running down my cheeks at that revelation. Anger and sorrow battled for dominance within me, but my rage eventually won. Whoever had done this, would pay dearly for what they had done to a member of my family!
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An hour later, I had been filled in on my mission. I didn't like it one bit. That cult they wanted me to infiltrate, was running some kind of strip club. They wanted me to go there and ask for a job as a dancer. The biggest problem was, that I didn't know the first thing about erotic dancing. It was a problem, that my superiors took into consideration however. My training would begin the following day and last for two weeks. During that time, I was forbidden to speak to anypony about my upcoming task.
The only thing that irked me about it, was that there was a catch in working in that club. Apparently the guests could “win” one of the mares each night to... have some fun with her. I was against prostitution on every level, but this was something I would have to do in order to find Frostmanes murder. The part about finding evidence against the cult was only second place on my list of priorities.
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I sat in my favorite cafee after work, drinking a cup of dandelion tea and enjoying a donut with extra sprinkles. It might be the last time I would be able to do something like that, so I decided to enjoy it when I saw a glimpse of green out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my gaze towards the seat on the other side of the table, a familiar green Pegasus mare looked back at me. He amber eyes were fixed on my blue ones and we just stared at each other for a long moment. It was her that finally broke the silence.
“You must be careful, son of light. The chances are against your survival this time.”, she said in her deep, yet feminine voice. This finally snapped me out of it.
“Who are you, and... are you blind? I.AM.A.MARE!”, I tried to clarify, but she just shook her head.
“Destiny does not care for gender. You have found yours I see.”, the mare stated, pointing towards the cross hanging on my neck. Before I could ask her what she meant, she raised one of her wings, revealing a leather strap that was attached to the underside of her wing. On it, dangled a silver cross. If I hadn't been sure that it wasn't mine, I would have assumed that she had stolen it from me. On closer inspection, there was one big difference however. Instead of the sun symbol that was etched into the tip of my cross, there was a heart on the left arm of her cross.
As quickly as she had raised her wing, she folded it back to her side again. So the four crosses were real? I had my suspicions once I had heard that mine was supposed to be one of that set, but I would have never imagined that the other three existed as well... At least one other existed, of that I was sure now.
According to the legends around them, they contained the powers of the three legendary Alicorns and their prophet. Many thought of them as deities, but I had always just seen them as nothing more then myths... But if the crosses were real, then could they have been real too? I remembered the voice that had awoken me shortly before Pain Train had tried to rape me... Did it belong to one of them? And if so, then what happened to them? The book of the Alicorns said that they left this world, since they could not stand the evil in it. But... was that the truth?
I had been lost in my thoughts, and once I looked up again, the green mare was gone once more...
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?
New Trottland Yard Case 02 - Silver Cross and the Dancing Demons
Silver Cross
and the Dancing Demons
Chapter 4
My first day of work was actually quite pleasant. Quickie had put me into a Prance maid outfit and put me in front of the Lusty Licker. I was to “attract” potential customers. It was so much fun to flirt with some of the stallions, that I actually forgot to look for evidence. I wouldn't have believed it, but my trainers advice was actually worth something. Be it a colt that was barely old enough to be considered a stallion, or somepony old enough to be my grandfather, they were all like butter in my hooves.
Even a few mares fell victim to my charm. The stallion at the door, Loudspeaker, was amazed at what I did. After about four hours, Quickie approached me and put a hoof on my shoulder.
“Good job Preacher. Ya can go inside now and mingle with the other mares or with the customers if ya want. Haven't had the Licker this full in years!”, he said with a sly grin on his face. I noticed that he had his eyes on my tail once more. I didn't like my undercover name too much, since it clashed with the rest of my fake persona, but it was the only thing Gruff Voice was able to come up with that fitted my Cutiemark...
“My eyes are up here buster, or do you already want to go another nine rounds?”, I joked, catching Loudspeakers shocked look out of the corner of my eye. Quickie just chuckled at my remark.
“Nah, nah! If Ah did dat, ya'd have ta call an ambulance fer mah! Ain't as young as Ah used ta be after all.”, he mused, giving my flank a playful tab when we both went back inside. He hadn't joked about how full it was in here. I couldn't even turn around without bumping into several other Ponies. Had I done this? Cold terror overcame me when I realized that I had just brought in several dozen Ponies, who could very well be the next victim of whatever was going on here.
I decided to mingle with the customers for a while, mostly to try and memorize as many of them as I could. If any of them won the lottery this evening, and turned up crazy the next day, I would know which girl I would have to investigate. It may not have been the best strategy, but it was the only idea I had at that moment. I couldn't very well follow them up to their rooms.
I scanned the room, and spotted somepony I had not expected here. There, in a dark corner of the bar, sat a familiar green Pegasus mare with an orange mane. I made my way towards her, ignoring several stallions that tried to call me to their tables. As soon as I reached her, she looked up at me and smiled, gesturing for me to sit down next to her. It was the first time I was this close to her. Up until now there have always been a few hooves between us. Now I could smell her scent, that was so subtle that one could miss it if one was more then one hoof away from her. She smelled sweet and a little dangerous. Yet I couldn't detect any hostility from her.
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“You have a good eye brother.”, she said, leaning in closer. Her eyes were fixed on mine as usual, and I just couldn't seem to avert my gaze from her.
“I told you before, I'm a mare.”, I replied weakly.
“And I told you before that destiny does not care for gender.”, she whispered into my ear, while a mare named Chocolate Donut danced on the stage. I only registered it on the very edge of my consciousness, that Quickie had told me that she was the prize tonight.
“Who... Who are you? Why... Wh...”, I wanted to ask, when her lips sealed my mouth in a passionate kiss. I could feel my eyes grow heavy and I gave in to her tongue that tried to invade my muzzle. Our tongues danced a passionate dance for a few moments and I felt safe in her presence. All the worry about my mission, the sorrow of Frostmanes death... statistics of how often contraceptive implants failed... all of that faded from my mind.
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I awoke in my bed on the Lusty Licker the next morning. I had no idea how I had gotten here, or what had happened last night. Thinking back I made sure that didn't have a single drop to drink, nor did I take any drugs. Instead, all I could see when I thought about last night were those beautiful amber eyes.
The dampness between my flanks indicated that I had sex last night, and the fact that even the sheets were a complete mess, made it good sex. It frustrated me even more that I didn't remember a single thing! On my way to the bathroom, I saw a folded piece of paper on the only table in the room. Hoping that it held some information about what had happened last night, I redirected my steps towards the table. The letter I found was indeed informative.
“My dear brother in destiny, all your questions shall be answered very soon. You have asked my name, and I will give it to you. My name is Dancing Cross. You also wanted to know why I was in that lowly bar last night. The answer is, that I was there to protect you. You were in great danger once again. A creature of many faces was watching you. It already knows that you are on to it, and seeks your demise. In order to protect you, I spent the night with you. I must say that I wouldn't have expected you to be this skilled in the art of love, since that is my virtue, not yours.
Let me give you a little piece of advice for your further investigation. You should look for Ponies that are missing something essential. Something that would be needed to work in a place such as this.
In love and loyalty
your sister in destiny
Dancing Cross”
I wasn't quite awake yet, so I didn't get the hint on the first read. After I got the message that was written between the lines, I blushed hard. I had spent the night with a mare? Oh dear Celestia! It was... worrisome, since up to that day I had thought I wasn't into mares. Still... it was strange that I didn't remember a single thing about it.... I would have to ask her about this the next time we met.
The more serious implication of her letter was, that there were Changelings involved in whatever was going on here. And Ponies that miss something that I would expect of a Pony working here? OH! I got it. Changelings had no genitalia! I blushed once again at that thought. It meant that I would have to... check each and every employee in this place... Looking under their tails... Great... Now I didn't only have to be a playmare, but also be a peeping tom! I just hoped Dancing's hint was accurate. I would feel pretty silly otherwise.
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My second day of work progressed much like the first one. The only difference was, that some of my co-workers, and even Quickie, teased me about taking a mare to my room. They didn't know me so well, so they naturally assumed that I was a filly fooler. Only my “boss” was convinced that my barn door swung both ways, and didn't get tired of suggesting mares to me under the condition that he could watch. It seemed that talking about sex and all things related to it was something natural in the Lusty Licker.
That some of the mares caught me staring at their tails, didn't help my reputation one bit. Some of them were nice enough and raised them for me, giving me a quick wink. One of them even offered me to “scratch my itch” during our lunch break... It was very embarrassing, but also tempting. The only two Ponies that seemed pretty offended when I tried to look at their behinds, were the announcer, Smooth Tongue, and one of the mares, Slippery. I soon learned that each mare had a stage name, and that this wasn't her real name. Nopony seemed to know what her real name was however.
I more and more came to the conclusion that the cult I was after didn't actually run this place. They were just using it for their means somehow, without Quickie knowing about it. I remembered his teasing from earlier, and approached him with my best bedroom eyes.
“Say Quickie, what can you tell me about Slippery? What do I have to do to get under her tail?”, I asked him casually.
“Slippery? Ya want dat mare? Well not much Ah can tell ya about her. She and dat announcer guy just showed up here one day. She's the only one who didn't pass the usual test though. Took her in on probation, cause her buck friend promised they had an idea to lure in more customers. They sure did with dat lottery idea of them. And I think a have ta disappoint ya. She only ever beds with the ones that win her in da lottery. Some kind of freaky fetish she has apparently. Nothing to uncommon here. Many of da mares have similar fetishes.”, he leaned in closer to me, whispering his next words into my ear.
“Ya know, Ah wanted ta put you up a da prize tonight. But Ah wouldn't want ta get into trouble, Inspector Silver Cross.”
My eyes widened at that. How the hay had I blown my cover? My surprised look brought a smile on his face, and he continued whispering.
“Oh don't act so surprised. Ah might run a brothel, and Ah might not be da brightest bulb, but even Ah read da paper. Yer the heroine of Haunchington. Ah couldn't exactly pass up on the opportunity ta buck a celebrity, now could Ah? You could have just asked me ya know? Ah might have one or two skeletons in ma basement mahself, but Ah've always been know to work with the authorities. Don't like foul eggs in mah omelet, if ya know if Ah mean. So if dat mare has dirt under her tail, ya have mah full support.”
I didn't regret having sex with him, but I did regret deceiving him. I started to really like that stallion. Since I didn't want to blow my cover any further, I agreed to be the price of the night, much to Quickies surprise.
I did my show, ignoring the crowd for the most part. Quickie had outfitted me with only a single piece of clothing, and it didn't even deserve the right to be called that. It was just a red veil that covered most of my muzzle. A young Unicorn stallion ended up catching it, when I tossed it into the crowd at the end of my show. He was nice enough, and no trouble at all. It could very well be that I popped a cherry that night, since he fell asleep before the horizontal show had even fully started.
I had Loudspeaker escort him outside after letting him sleep for an hour in my bed. Quickie was so considerate to have one of the maids change my sheets afterwards.
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The next morning I got the key to Slipperys rooms from Quickie. He regretted that I would return to my original job, once I had solved this case, but he promised to pay me for a full week of work nonetheless. I wanted to decline, since I had only worked two days so far, but he waved a hoof at me.
“Missy, ya have brought more business mah way then anything Ah've tried in the twenty years Ah do this now. If ya ever quit being a cop, yer always welcome here.”, he had said before pretending not to see me sneaking up to Slipperys room...
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I gaped at the beauty of the room I had just unlocked. I had thought the the room I was given was nothing special, until I had tried the bed, but THIS was just overdoing it! I was still staring the the expensive furniture, when a silky voice came from behind me. I froze. I knew that voice.
“Finally showing your true colors now, little rat?”, the Changeling behind me mused, narrowing it's eyes as it's horn glowed. My cross started to warm up a little, as the far wall of the room slid upwards. Behind it I could see dozens upon dozens of Changelings... I was so screwed! Even my cross wouldn't be able to get me out of here. I could only fire that sunlight beam once every few days, and even it's amplifying magic only worked for four hits until it ran out of juice... Not knowing any other way, I grabbed the only straw that I could think of.
“You're under arrest!”, I shouted at them as I moved slowly backwards towards the bed. They began to laugh loudly at that. Figures that this last straw would be a dud... The fight began non-ceremoniously. One of them simply charged me, and I knocked it back with my cross, hoping to give the others pause when they saw the strength of it. I couldn't be so lucky, could I? The rest of them swarmed me. Several of them received cross enhanced hits to the face, throwing them back into the crowd and knocking some more of them over. It wasn't enough though. They just kept coming. After a very short struggle, they had overwhelmed me and the one who was posing as Slippery stood above me. Ten others held me on the ground, apparently afraid of my Earthpony strength.
“You came here to find out what we are doing here, didn't you , little rat? Well... it does hardly matter now. I will show you what you came here for, before you will feed our mistress!”, she said coldly. It was then that I noticed something odd about these Changelings. They all had midnight blue, sparkling, eyes. They carried me, while I was screaming profanities, through the secret door.
I was no Unicorn, but even I recognized it for what it really was. This wasn't just a door. It was a portal of some kind. As they carried me down the stairs, I began to calm down. Not because I wanted to, but because what I saw in depths made my blood freeze in my veins. A pit that was filled with midnight blue, sparkling mist. What the buck was that?
When we reached the bottom, they put me down again, holding onto me with their magic. I couldn't move an inch...
“You came here to see this, little rat. This is where our dear mistress will be reborn, and it is here where you will loose your sanity!”, “Slippery” boasted, while gesturing to the pit. I didn't understand a word she said. Suddenly a tendril of smoke formed in the pit and wrapped itself around my right foreleg. It felt as if somepony had stuck my leg into a freezer, and I began to scream.
I had expected the thing to pull me in, but that didn't happen. It seemed content with torturing me. The Changelings were suddenly scattered by a small explosion in their midst.
“LET HER GO!”, I heard the voice of Dancing cross echo though the dungeon. When I looked up, I spotted the mare flying above us, dropping small metal objects into the crowd of Changelings. They exploded as soon as they came into contact with the inset like creatures, but not harming me in the slightest. Soon there was only Slippery left. The leader of this cult turned around and jumped into the pit. Only seconds later, something else stepped out of the misty depths. The mist dispersed to reveal... an Alicorn? A pure black Alicorn with dragon like irises rose from the pit like a newborn foal from it's mothers womb.
I looked up again, to see if I could expect any further air support from Dancing, but the mare was long gone. I backed up slightly, not sure if I was dreaming or not. If I saw this right, then this was...
“Nightmare... Moon...”, I choked out, and the Alicorn began to laugh wickedly, then stopped abruptly as she noticed her own high pitched voice. Then I realized it. I had thought that she seemed small because she was far away, but what stood in front of me now, was an actual hoof sized version of the mare of darkness herself. I chuckled.
“Fools! Why did you awaken me? My resurrection is not even halfway complete!”, she whined, adding, “And you stop laughing you disrespectful foal! I shall destroy you for this!”
She shot a blast of magical energy at me. I didn't think that a creature this small would be able to do much harm to me, so I didn't even attempt to dodge it. The pain as the blast cut right through my left hoof was enough to convince me otherwise.
“OK that's it, you animated inkstain!”, I shouted, rearing up and crushing the perplexed, miniature creature under my good right hoof....
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When I had finally limped my way back up the stairs, and found the actual door to this place, I found myself in quite a bind. I wasn't in Trottingham anymore... Instead, I found myself in a ruined underground city, on the outskirts of Zebra territory...
“Oh great... The boss is so going to kill me when I send him the bill for my traveling expenses...”, I mumbled, making my way towards the nearest settlement. Even by chariot, it would take at least a week to get back to Canterlot...
