True Punishment

“This is just…horrible!” exclaimed an elderly mare as she held the sides of her head.

“How can they not have any leads after all of these deaths?!” yelled a grown stallion sporting a beard.

“They aren’t doing anything but sitting on their flanks!” said a stallion that walked up right up to him.

“Do the royal sisters even know what’s happening here?” questioned another pony of the city.

The camera turned back around to now focus on a blue mare with a white styled mane, wearing a red skirt suit as she adjusted her chest to have it more up. She then noticed the camera and quickly snapped back into work mode standing up straight as she focused herself.

“…And there you have it, straight from the mouths of my fellow citizens of Detrot.” She walked over to the crowd behind the metal barrier that was currently set up to keep the public away from the hotel. “Behind me, this ponies continue to show their outrage over the recent suicides that have occurred in our once great city.”

“Over the past 3 months, there have been 10 cases where victims have been found dropped from great heights. The police have written each one as reports of suicide from ponies who must’ve had some inner demons, but many believe that this is far more than suicides.”

The mare walked over to the head detective who was on the scene last night as he lets the air of the cold morning breathe in through his nose and then expelling it from his mouth. He ran his hand through his mane as the female news reporter came over to him.

“Here we have-” The stallion instantly put his hand to her mouth and in a low gravely tone said.

“I rather my name stay private miss.” He said as he slid his hands into his pockets.

“Oh but what about-”

“I rather, keep my name, private miss, understand?” He said as he looked at her with his dark brown eyes appearing almost black. A shiver was sent down her spine making her legs shake a bit as she nodded slowly and looked back to the camera.

Clearing her throat she looked back to the camera putting her best smile back on, “Apologies folks the head detective here wishes to remain Anonymous so we’ll just call him Captain. So Captain, what do you think of the recent suicides that have occurred throughout Detrot.”

He looked at the microphone presented to him and to the mare who was holding it up to him. He sighed, he knew what he said next could easily cost him his badge, his job, his money and home. But he was willing to accept the risk. “Actually…I personally believe that these have not been suicides but rather, murders.”

The word ‘murder’ put a look of shock on the mare’s face as she looked to the detective, “Wh-What makes you think that Captain?”

Everything he was about to spill was evidence and due to it being the first piece they’ve gotten on these mysterious drops, it was meant to be confidential. He knew this and didn’t care. It was his job to inform the public of what was happening, to protect them, even if it meant losing his job to do so.

He thought about it and with another sigh escaping his lips he answered her, with nothing but pure honesty that would make a certain orange earth pony mare proud.

“What makes me believe so is the evidence that we found last night inside the building itself.” She got a quizzical look on her face as she kept her eyes on him. “And what evidence would that be?”

“The tiny puddle of blood we found on the elevator’s tile floor and the security camera footage we recovered from the building’s landlord.” He scratched at his chin as he continued, “The footage explains the where the blood had come from, revealing that the ‘suicide victim’ was hit with a hard blunt object and carried away from the scene.”

“So what you’re saying is-” Was all she could get out before he took charge of the conversation again.

“This young stallion and the nine before him are possible victims of a serial killer.” He said as he cut her off with a nod of confirmation.

With that said, ‘Captain’ walked away from the scene and back to his car while the news mare started to wrap up the broadcast. “Well you heard it here everypony, could these ‘suicides’ truly be the work of a serial killer who makes their victims jump to their bloody deaths?” She took one step closer to the camera as she continued, “You heard it here first on channel eleven news, I’m Gossy Scoops, signing off.”

At that final word everything turned black on the television screen and in the silence, only a sigh was heard. The sigh belonged to the black and purple dragon from last night as he sat on a four person couch with his two cohorts sitting by his sides. The griffon sitting on his right, wearing only a plain white shirt along his black sport pants from last night. Their little diamond dog compatriot on the left as he laid his back on the arm rest and his feet up on the third seat of the couch. Only in his worn shorts as well from the night before.

The two of them looked to the peeved dragon sitting between them, both worried not for him but themselves as they knew he, like many of his kind, was not so easy going. “Um..Scar-” Was all the young tyke could get out before he was shushed by the dragon. “…I’m going to ask you both a question.” He said while putting the remote down on the wooden coffee table then leaning back in his cushioned seat. “And I want you both to answer with pure honesty, understand?”

They both nodded at the dragon as they continued to stay silent while he spoke. Once he saw them do so he put his palms together and raised both index claws to each other. He looked between them and asked, “Who was supposed to stakeout the building for things such as security cameras?” while looking between them. They both remained silent as he waited for an answer.

About a minute more into the silence the tyke hesitantly pointed to the griffon on the other side as he responded by raising his own hand. “Th-That was my job, Scar.” The Dragon know revealed to be Scar looked over to the griffon with a stern look in his eyes. “Lex…you’re also the one that brought him to the hideout, correct?” He said as he continued to stare at him with an annoyed expression plastered on his face.

“Y-Yea that was me.” He said as he fiddled with his talons a bit looking down at them.

“And so because of this they….”

“They…can probably find us-”

“They can probably find us, that’s absolutely right Lex.”

He sat back up, “So why, didn’t either of you, check for CAMERAS?!” on that last word he shot up standing up straight. With the dog yelping out as he fell over the arm rest and fell onto the hard wooden floor as Lex recoiled back grabbing onto the arm rest as his feathers unruffled. “Y-You’re getting mad at us?!” Lex said as he stood up now being eye to eye with Scar.

“Yes I’m getting mad at both of you!”

“And where were YOU the whole time Mr. Boss Man?!” he said with a talon pointed upwards to his chin.

Scar pushed away his talon and shot the griffon a glare. “That is NONE of your damn business!”

“Oh well seeing as how you made us a family I assumed it would be!”

The dragon gave him a rough shove into the wall as he stepped over to the griffon and grabbed him by his shirt. “Well maybe there are something’s I rather keep to myself!”

The griffon got a glare of his own as he grabbed onto Scar’s claws. “Why you motherfu-!”

“CUT IT OUT!” said the voice of the diamond dog as he stood back up and looked at the two feuding idiots with a look of disappointment. “What did we all agree on when we decided to live these lives?”

They looked at each other then back to the dog as Scar let go of Lex. He fixed his shirt and now stood now to the drake.

“We agreed-”

The dog held up his paw to stopped Scar from saying anymore. “All together.” He said demanding his friends comply with what he was asking for.

Lex groaned when he heard him say that, “Come on Kudak do we have to?” he said taking a sit back on the couch.

“Yes we do. Since you two seem to keep forgetting.” Kudak said with his arms crossing across his chest as he kept his same expression plastered on his face.

After some time they both agreed with a sigh as they held up their right claws and paw. Once they were all raised they then began, “Now repeat after me, ‘The three of us swear’…”

“The three of us swear…” repeated Scar and Lex, word for word.

“ ‘That we will uphold true justice’…”

Scar and Lex repeated the line again, but now all three began speak together, “And give the truest of punishments to those who most deserve it, for the wicked nor the corrupted are safe from our grasp, we fight as three but strike as a whole, will become justice, we will become punishment.” As the oath had been completed they all let their hands drop to their sides and looked to one another.

“As that oath stated when we ‘strike as a whole’, it doesn't just mean out there” Kudak began as he walked over to them. “It also means in here, in general. We’re a family!”

“Kudak-”

“You said so yourself Scar, and I know families fight but you two butt heads any chance you get and it’s annoying as Tartarus to watch you two do this.” He walked over to the front door of their apartment as he picked up a small wooden cylinder from the dresser next to the door. “I’m heading out, hopefully you two’ll stop arguing for once and we can just sit here in piece.”

He then left the apartment without another word leaving the other two alone. As they sat there Lex soon got up, “Fuck it!” he yelled as he opened the window and flew outside into the cloudy sky above the city. Leaving Scar all alone in the apartment, he looked around for a bit before plopping himself onto the middle of the second and third seat and turned the television back on.

Kudak had left the building but the figure in his clothing was that of a grey furred earth pony of average height and build. Black mane with his purple eyes keeping himself unique amongst the herd he now walked along side. In his mind he thought, ‘This whole glamour thing is...oppressive.’ as he made his way through the busy sidewalk. Glamours were devices that zebras had created for profit, using their unique methods of potion that makes their own magic. Using one is easy, once held onto by the desired species they have to think of what they would want to be and then become one of them. An easily blend but expensive to any who wish to want them.

As Kudak continued his walk he looked all around seeing the ponies going about their business as he continued his thoughts. ‘I've done nothing wrong but look different than them.’ He soon came across a movie theater and thought about going to see one, before he noticed the title of the feature presentation.

It was a classic to ponykind, “Invasion of the Changelings.” He read aloud to himself. The film was released years ago and was based on a ‘true story’ witnessed by Jack Whinney. The novel has had three film adaptations but each one was the same as the last, ponies get abducted and replaced with a ‘vile race of disgusting horrific insect like creatures bent on total domination’. He continued his walk passing the theater, his thoughts continued as well, ‘You know…it isn’t right, burdening the others of this world like this.’

Soon he stopped walking and looked all around. With a sigh he pulled his hood on not wanting to look at anypony and nopony to look at him. He looked straight ahead and in a hushed whisper he stated, “This world isn't kind to those of us who aren’t a pony.” as he vanished into the crowd.

Lex was flying high in the city but soon settled down on the tallest and center spire of the ‘One Detrot Center’ office building standing tall as the wind blew through his feathers. He ran his talons through them as he remembered when Kudak said they were a family.

‘He’s right.’ He thought, not only in this city but in this land of ponies they were all each other had. Three outcasts living together in the one place where there kind are not welcomed openly by all of the herbivores surrounding them. That’s all they were there, sure they could blend themselves in with the populace with those damn glamours but it’s a temporary solution and not a very effective one.

But what was he to do without them? Some griffons are accepted into pony society but that was only a select few and it was a rarity all itself. Some places like Detrot and Manehattan had given little areas of their cities to griffon immigrants to live in, it wasn’t perfect for them but it was home. But he didn’t want that, he didn’t want to live separate from ponies. He wanted to live beside them. He quickly shook his head throwing away those thoughts as he let the wind flow through his feathers loving the feeling of it all. The wind made him feel great and alive. Slow or fast, hot or cold, the wind made him feel better than anything.

For him it was a euphoric high the wind. His past, his mistakes, the wind took it away for as long as he wanted it to. But like most fliers will tell you, there’s nothing that beats flying through and letting it just make your fur or feathers flow with the breeze. He took in a deep breath and held it in tightly not letting out a single pip. He took a step forward to the air and began to plummet passing the windows of the many floors offices as he made them turn their heads with each occasional “fwoosh” as he passed the windows.

Once he reached the halfway point of the 26th floor he let his wings out as they caught the wind and suddenly his lower and upper body switched with his feet now first to the ground. He felt himself then straighten out as he flew away from the building and rose back up in his altitude and flew over the city again veering off to the right as he looked below.

His high had extended from the drop and as he took flight, he let it all go as he soared through the sky. He let himself feel the overwhelming joy that was given. He smiled brightly, he felt like a little eyasses again. The young of his kind as he smiled and played, and the running. He felt at peace. But it never lasts. He’d had to come down sometime and he chose to land on the rooftop of a nearby six level apartment.

As he rested his rump on the edge of the building’s roof he looked around and saw he was in Detrot’s ‘Little Gryphonia’. He looked below and saw two griffons of similar feather colors chopping up meat in front of the building. “Ok so I’m on top of a deli which is the first floor of other griffons homes.” He said to himself as he looked below.

As he looked around the area he took notice of the ponies walking by on the sidewalk and driving by as well. He was surprise that they would even move through with the smell of cooked and raw meat filling the air. He was about to take his leave before his ear holes began to slightly ring. He followed it and headed to the west side of the building as he looked over the edge laying on his stomach and took notice of two mares watching a full grown griffon female walked past them.

“Looks like we found our patsy.” The shorter one said as he stepped out her cigarette.

The taller one kept her eyes on the griffon as she stopped to look at the meat selection outside the store. “She’s distracted, ya gonna do it now sis?” she asked looking back at the shorter mare. She then looked to her as well noticing one of the two butchers heading back inside as the other one turned his back to the newfound customer.

“Oh yea.” She said with a smirk growing on her face. With a look around the area she started walking to her. “That bird bitch is gonna get it for thinking she can live on my block.” she said with a tone of hatred.

‘But no, hate's the wrong word.’ He said to himself in thought. ‘They fear us more than anything.’ He again said to himself as he watched the mare’s plan unfold. She nabbed the griffon’s purse and ran off, being a unicorn she didn’t have a lot of physical endurance. But she was counting on it. As she made her run she was instantly pounced on by the griffon. “Give me that!” she shouted as she ripped the purse from her fingers and held it up by the strap.

“No stop! Help!” the mare shouted with a fear stricken face across her face. She began to play victim as the ponies ran over and yanked the griffon off of her. She began to scream as well as other griffons came over and pulled her away from the outraged ponies.

They began to argue with each other.

“You damn griffons! Always stealing whatever the hell you can!” one stallion yelled.

“Us?! Steal?!” asked one of the butchers.

The stallion stepped forward pushed him back, “Yes! Steal! Ya damn bird brain!”

“Like you’re trying to steal our damn city out from under us!” yelled an elderly mare in the crowd. As the others yelled in agreement another mare rose up to the front of the group.

“You griffons have always been trouble! It’s all your damn good at!” she yelled bringing up the past actions of the griffons. Such as the pillaging of pony villages and for the riots that happened in Applewood twenty-two years ago. It caused the death of fifty ponies who had succumbed to injuries while only ten griffons were shot by pony law enforcement.

Both sides continued to fight with each other, continuously throwing insults and actions done to the other. Each time the sides rationalizing what they had done and it wouldn’t stop, but the law was on the ponies’ side as soon the police were called up the scene by one of the many witnesses filming it all unfold.

They easily began to question their fellow kind of what was happening and ignored the pleas and counterarguments of the griffons. One of the officers looked at the griffons and had a look of anger in his eyes.

Lex sighed knowing what was going through his head. ‘Well, you can't change ponies’ memories.’ He thought as he stood up sliding his talons into his pockets while looking down at them still. ‘I know it’s not fair...But it's real.’ Though the short mare who began it all was behind the others with a grin on her face, she was visible shaking. ‘Ponies are scared of us.’ He said to himself as he saw the mare who started all of this and walked off in her direction following her.

Elsewhere in the city as the hours passed in the bathroom of a cheaply renovated motel, stood Scar in his usual clothing of choice as he looked in the mirror. As he did he took out a necklace, a simple one with a black string going through a small wooden capsule. Once around his neck he grabbed the bottom part of it and took in a deep breath. He then twisted it and in a bright flash with a purple flame he changed and now had the appearance of a pony. His scales were replaced with dark grey fur, his head spines with a red mane still kept as dreadlocks. His tail now one made of hair with a tip still pointed out.

He pulled his upper lip to see his new flat teeth and sighed at the sight. He leaned over on the sink as he tried to psych himself up for what was to come. He turned on the sink and splashed water into his face rubbing it on as he stopped and looked to the mirror. His ruby red eyes stayed but now the iris no longer one for a dragon showing he was full incognito to anypony who looked on him, but only one would.

The front door opened and closed rather quickly as a light humming was heard from the bedroom. He closed his eyes and decided to get it all over with.

In the bedroom was a young mare, she was quite shorter than Scar and was dressed incognito as she removed her hood, exposing her face. She had her blonde mane done in a ponytail, blue fur complemented her mane beautifully as her tail was neatly kept as it slowly swayed while she put her bag down near the bed. She pulled the scrunchy out of her mane shaking her mane out as it feel down now making itself appear luscious and truly alluring as it rested past her shoulders.

“Finally..!” she said with a sigh of relief as she took of her sweater with her C cup appearing breasts flopped out showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her hams were pressed into her. She gasped as her now revealed D cup breasts were finally free.

“Ooooooh that’s MUCH better!” she had said while looking in the dresser mirror. Despite her young appearance, she had quite the voluptuous figure, one of an hourglass. Her hands made their way down her curves slowly as she admired herself, vanity truly. She turned slightly to show off her fully shaped ass as she ran a hand over it.

“Mmmmm~” she said to herself as she continued to stare at it in the mirror. She was pulled out of her own self-admiration by the sound of the bathroom door opening and look to see the disguised dragon.

She looked him up and down with a grin as she inspected him, “Well well you’re quite the looker.” A hint of flirtation in her tone as she walked over and placed her hands on his chest feeling his muscular build. Keeping her grin on her face she bit her lower lip with anticipation while continuously feeling up his body loving the muscles she feels on him.

As Scar felt her hands move below he took hold of her and held her to the wall and planted a hard kiss onto her neck and let his own hands started their own exploration of her body. She let out a gasp at his sudden take of control over the situation, but she wasn’t against it.

“Ooooh..~” she said feeling his tongue slowly lick across her neck as he furiously ripped off her blouse and connected his lips to hers. Their tongues began to fight over dominance as they began to strip the other down and not before long, both were now completely naked as he sharply turned around and pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her back looking shocked as he made his way over to her and kissed her lovely breasts, letting his tongue lick across to her nipple as he lightly sucked on her erected nipple. She let out a moan as it soon became a scream of pleasure when she felt a pair of teeth grab and pull on her hardened nipples.

“Oh my-!” she was saying before she felt two objects enter her slick marehood. He had slipped in two fingers inside of her and as they reached inside he continued to do a scissoring motion inside her to open her up. She continued to squirm at the new feeling while her moans continued to escape her lips. Scar saw how hard she was trying to keep it all in till the real fun began but wouldn’t have any of it.

He lowered himself down her body while driving his fingers deep inside her pussy arching his fingers upward jabbing at her g-spot which sent her over the edge as she screamed, “Oooooooooh sweet Celestia!~” out loud making the neighbors hear her screams. Scar growled lightly at the name of ‘Celestia’ but continued on with pleasuring the mare as he got to her nether region.

With his index and middle finger he pressed on her slits and spread them apart as he began slowly licked up her thighs to let her get a feel of what is to come. He started above and slowly descended below with his licks easily teasing the mare. He could hear her whimpers and he loved them, he grinned wider with each one before slowly moving upwards again to her V. Once he had reached back to it as he slowly licked up and down her labia with his tongue. Her whimpers turned into low moans as she felt his tongue go to work on her. As they changed so did his motions now focusing on her clit as he tightly pinched it tightly. The sudden sensation caused her to arch her back shouting, “Uuuuughaaaaa! ~” as she felt the stimulation soar through her body making her shake.

“There ya go ya whorse!” Scar shouted as he licked and sucked on the sensitive little orb making her spasm from the constant feelings of pleasure making her body go crazy. She leaned forward slightly and ran her fingers through his mane and gripped onto it tightly as her moans continued to increase.

“Don’t you dare stop..!” she shouted as she felt his tongue slide inside her of her marehood and feel it lick her inner walls. His tongue combined with him continuously rubbing at her clit was driving her nuts, no other male that she’s had ever made her feel this good before. She wanted it to go on forever but soon the sensation was gone and she was flipped onto her chest with her ass now facing Scar. “Just what the hell are you-” she was silenced by a hand on the back of her head pressed into the bed as her lower half was forced upward and soon her marehood as again being treated when she felt the familiar tip of a stallionhood.

“Shut up dammit!” he yelled as he thrusted deep inside her cunt, the very tip crushing her g-spot as her eyes widened from the sudden feeling of being filled.

Before she could get accustomed to the feeling he began to thrust in and out of her as one hand kept her face down while his other held onto one of her hips pulling her into him whenever he pushed inside of her. With each thrust she could feel his testicles slap harshly against her clit giving her the sensation of her g-spot being pressed in and her sensitive clit having the same feeling was driving the mare mad. She was finally able to get her face sideways as she let out a scream of pure bliss.

“Ooooooooooh by Celestia’s bucking beard make me your broodmare!”

Scar was more than glad to reply as he grabbed both her mane pulling her head back and tail raising them upward, while his free hand pressed on her back. His thrusting intensified making the loud slap of her wet slits against his balls echo through the room as the small of her juices and heat entered his snout. The smells drove him, seeing the whorse before him, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as each thrust rocked not only the bed but her body as well, inside and out. His dragon instincts are what made him increase in power and truly get into it.

It was his greed, he wanted this mare as his personal toy. He wanted to brand her and make her his for life and wouldn’t let a single other male touch her or even look at her. These instincts began to intervene with the glamour as his fingers were slowly becoming claws again. His flat teeth were becoming sharp and his irises were becoming one of dragons. He grunted with each thrust but those were becoming his growls.

The mare heard this but in her current state of mind she stated, “Yes you bucking animal! BUCK ME! BUCK ME SO THAT I WON’T HAVE ANY FEELING IN MY LEGS!” as she began to drool from the ruthless abuse of her marehood.

Soon Scar felt a tightening grip around his cock and knew that it was the signal of the mare’s impending release and he was close to. He increased in his speed as he pressed down hard on her back and pulled harder on her mane and tail.

“Yes…! Yes..! OH bucking YES!”

She felt her inner flood gates release as it all came rushing out while Scar the exact same feeling. Together they let it all loose.

“CUMMIIIIIING!”

They shouted it out together as his cock became coated in her love juices while he filled her up with his warm fertile seed. Before he finished though he quickly pulled out of her and furiously jerked his stallionhood and moved forward as he finished himself off on her face covering her with it. Once he finished by using the tip of his dick to spread it around as a way to fully brand her before he let go and she fell to the bed panting heavily but was in pure bliss so she didn’t care much for the facial finish.

Scar was panting as well but was able to stay up as he got off the bed. He took out a bottle of water he had on the dresser and chugged the entire thing down, panting afterwards as he dropped the bottle to the floor.

Once he had finally recovered and gotten his pants back on, he went to check on the mare and saw that she was passed out. After double checking her by poking her a few times, he got the rest of his clothes on and then turned the bottom part of the glamour again reverting him back to his true self. He then sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. As he sat there his phone vibrated in his pocket twice to tell him got a text message, he pulled it out and saw it was from Lex.

“It’s her.” It said in the message.

Scar put the phone on the bed as he stood up and reached into the dresser, pulling out a roll of duct tape and easily pulled the first piece off stretching it outward.

With a sigh Scar got to work straightening out her body and tied her ankles together first then worked up to her knees and then thighs, each having 3-4 layers of tape keeping them together. Once her legs were bound together he flipped her over onto her back and taped her hands together making a duct tape ball where her hands were to be. He then made his way to her mouth and made sure only to place a piece on it. Leaving her eyes closed and her nose free, he then got on his knees and reached under the bed and pulled out a red travel suitcase.

Once opened he pulled her over and had her fitted inside it and given her height, it wasn’t as hard as he believed it to be. Once she was packed inside he then put her clothes inside to not leave any trace of her there. He then zipped up the bag and walked away with her leaving the room without a single word.

As he walked away with her he began to think much like the other two, contemplating what was happening around them. ‘I don't know... It seems like no matter what I do, it's just not enough.’ He continued to wheel her out and headed for the staircase leading upwards to the roof. ‘I just- I go out there and I do what’s right. I put my life on the line and I get called the monster!’

He growled at it all but continued wheeling the body behind him. ‘I do what has to be done...’ he looked out to the ponies driving by the motel. ‘For them!’ He pushed down the handle and picked it up, easily lifting it with his draconian strength. ‘But at the end of the day.’ With one last deep breath in, and then out. ‘I'm still the bad guy.’

He threw the case as it fell right into the street, with one roll a car instantly rammed into it and dragged it along before making a full stop. It flew away, rolling on the street as it fell under a car with the back left wheel running over it twice as it passed it and then the car went over it. Drivers stopped as well as onlookers, they rushed over to the suitcase that to them appeared mysteriously out of nowhere.

Scar already began to walk away as he heard a few of them gasp and scream at the sight of the filly, she was the one that started the chaos in Little Gryphonia but there was more to her than that. She was bruiser, she blackmailed her own family with personal dirt and in her youth had many of her school's male teachers wrapped around her finger. Easily making them shiver at the sight of her knowing smirk and piercing gaze.

Even after graduating she still had them and all her "friends" obeying her every word. She had them all in the palm of their hands. Her own little gang of troublemakers. To her the word "no" doesn't exist, when she wants something, she'll take it, by whatever means.

Scar knew what he did and what she had done yet felt horrible. As he walked away, the dragon thought back to what he was thinking about. Being the bad guy. With a sigh he continued on but said one last thing when that feeling of guilt came over him.

“Maybe they’re right.”