Predator Turned Prey

Shetlock grunted when she pushed down again, and she moaned into his neck at the action.

They’d been at it for a decent amount of time, and she was currently straddling him on the small bed. His hooves kneaded her flanks, and she lovingly gave him a small nip on the neck while she bounced down again.

Seducing targets was an intelligence gathering technique that traced back to the very beginnings of human history. With her creation, and the resulting improvements to the ‘official’ artificial ISA agents, the scientists of her empire had created something to drastically achieve that goal.

That creation being a sapient being capable of being anything or anyone, and also possessing the capacity to become the perfect lover. The fact that she could alter her artificial body to mimic almost all biological functions, including most standard forms of sexual reproduction, was a shining example of what happens when you give a bunch of educated nerds a bottomless budget. Of course she couldn’t actually produce offspring, that was just absurd, but the act of banging an enemy had so much other uses.

She increased the pace of her bouncing with a moan, the noise of the enjoyment genuine. She still hadn’t managed to find out just which genius had found a way for her brain to actually feel pleasure from being rutted like a biological, but when she did she had a big thank you in store for him or her. The added bonus of course was that it made the façade just that more realistic, but maintaining appearances was the least of her concerns at the moment.

Unfortunately, she still had work to do and couldn’t just spend the night riding Shetlock to exhaustion.

Leaning her mouth down beside the panting stallion’s right ear, she nibbled it playfully. “So Shetlock… ahh! Are you…mhmm, staying her long?”

“I can’t,” he groaned out, and she delighted in his scrunched up face. “I’ve got to... nggh… got to go to Canterlot sometime in the next few days.”

‘So that’s where you’re taking them,’ she mused, rewarding him with a number of short bounces in quick succession. ‘I guess that I’ll have to plan a change of location.’

“That’s such a shame,” she replied in-between pants. “And here I was hoping that you’d be free for another night.”

“It’s not a… a sure thing,” he told her with another groan in the middle of the sentence. “I just have a feeling that I’ll be there for work.”

‘Good boy, let good ol’ Mellow know everything.’

Now that she had the information, she had no further reason to continue the fun. Debating it in her mind, she regretfully decided to end it.

Sitting up straight, she made sure that his pleasure-laden eyes were watching her before she bit one of her hooves and moaned into it.

That did the trick.

“Mellow… I’m-“

“Go ahead,” she answered through her hoof, slamming down a final time and squeezing tight.

She arched her back when he released, and enjoyed the feeling with the knowledge that no consequences could become of it. Rolling her hips around, she stayed on top of him until his heavy breathing died out into small pants.

Giggling, she rolled over onto his side and nuzzled his chest, savoring the feeling of his warm chest rising and falling. His flushed face was amazingly cute, and she enjoyed the fact that she now had a wonderful story to annoy her co-workers with when she completed her mission.

“That was pretty great,” Shetlock panted out, prompting another giggle from her.

“It sure was,” she agreed. ‘In more ways than you know.’ “When I asked you to show me your truncheon-“

“Don’t even start with that,” he told her, Unit One obeying his wishes and snuggling up to him.

After a few minutes she felt his breathing slow while he slumbered, and she settled down to wait for the right time to leave. Right now, however, she was happy to just forget about the mission for a few hours to enjoy the moment.

After all, it wasn’t every day she was able to cuddle a sapient pony detective, who’s world she had just rocked, and who was also trying to arrest her for murder.

‘I love my job,’ she thought, sighing happily and continuing to enjoy herself without a care in the world.