The Dance of the Seven Veils

The next morning, Keibu woke up and got ready to go follow a potential lead in finding Male Lupe. He put on his hat and trench coat, and walked out of his apartment. He noticed immediately that Aisha was not around to greet him as she usually did in the mornings. He then realized that today was Eid and she and her family were probably at the Saddle Arabian community center. He just sighed out of guilt for hurting her feelings. He quietly went downstairs and out to the streets.

In a smoke filled den, a mixed group of Ponies, Longmas and Kirins were playing Pai gow and placing bets.

"Okay, place your bets." said a Unicorn dealer as he distributed four tiles to each player and himself. Everyone at the table throws down some Houshan coins for their bets. "Everyone ready?" he continued. The patrons at the table nodded silently. "Reveal your tiles."

Everyone did so while the dealer did the same. There was a mix of loud groans of frustration, but one cheer. "Yes! I win!" exclaimed a female Longma. "Suck it Bao Feng!" she boasted.

"Tianhuo! Nuh boasting!" yelled a Zebra in a thick Jamaican accent who sat in the corner of the room reading a newspaper. "Mi don't want anoda fight to erupt here!"

"Then they can all suck on my cloaca, because I cleared them out." she boasted as she grabbed the large pile of money. But as she grabbed the money, a piece of game tile fell out of her armor. Everyone saw that and a kirin used his magic to stab his dagger between the longma and the money. "Huh?"

"You were cheating!" snarled the kirin.

"I did not!" the longma denied. As soon as she said that, a large pile of Pai gow tiles fell out of her armor. "Uh...I can explain..." she sheepishly explained.

"Go suck on my cock!" snarled the kirin as he levitated the knife to stab the longma.

Suddenly, the main door was kicked open and everyone looked to see a detective walk in. "I am looking for Male Lupe, now you will tell me where he is or else I'll blow the whistle on this illegal operation." said Keibu as he trotted inside. Everyone suddenly drew their knives and pointed them at Keibu. The detective looked around to see Tianhuo was there. "Damn it Tian, I thought I told you to stop going here!"

"I'm too good at this game for me to just stop Keibu!" she spat with annoyance.

A kirin suddenly charged up to Keibu with his knife only for the detective to block the knife out of the way and pin his opponent down. He proceeded to kick the kirin in the face. "Now let go of the knife, let go of the knife, let go of the knife." he repeated as he kept kicking. Soon the kirin did as told. Keibu ceased kicking his opponent and took the knife away. "Anyone else want to fight me?"

Before anyone could answer, the Zebra walked in. "Dere ah nuh need fah fighting." he pleaded. "Let mi handle dis detective." he quickly escorted Keibu over to his office. He turned to Tianhou. "Tianhou, leave now." he instructed the longma.

"Can I keep my winnings-"

"NOW!" he yelled before he slammed his office door shut.

"Hey Keibu wah gwan? A wi still cool?" sheepishly smiled the Zebra. He hoped his good friend did not tell the police about his illegal gambling club.

"For now..." he said with annoyance. "You know the only reason I say nothing about this is because you're my inside source of all things underground Patois!" he pointed out. "Look at you, you're a Jamaican Zebra, who has a Kirin marefriend and runs an Asian restaurant in the middle of Kirin town! No wonder the local University newspaper accused you of 'cultural appropriation'!"

"Its fi mi life, mi can appropriate whateva mi want!" Patois went over to his desk and sat down. "Now wat brings yuh here?"

"Male Lupe, I know he used to come here every Wednesday, now where is he?" Keibu asked with seriousness.

Patois' face dropped with apprehension. "You're nah de first to ask mi dat." he admitted. "Someone came here two days ago asking mi de siem ting."

"Who?"

"Mi don't know," the Zebra related. "Somepony inna costume." he admitted. "Mi assume ah mare since mi saw har wide foal bearing hips drough de spandex of har costume."

A realization dawned on the detective. "O!" he exclaimed.

"Cum again?"

"O is one of the victims of Male Lupe's foal pornography studio." explained the detective. "She's looking for him to kill him, what did you tell her?!"

"Dat him went into hiding afta him heard de news of iz friends deaths." Patois answered. "Dat was one week ago."

Keibu just left to the door without warning. "I need to find him first before she does." he said.

"Ef yuh du find har, tell her dat shi has an amazing ass." Patois said, only for Keibu to ignore him and slam the door shut. Once it was quiet, the Zebra pulled out a Polaroid photo from his desk drawer. "But nah as amazing as fi yuh fi mi luv." he said to the photo of his marefriend with yearning.

Keibu walked out of the building, he found himself in an alleyway in Kirin town. Only to be met by Tianhou. "Are you mad at me Mr. Keibu?" the young longma asked with worry.

"Are you part of that school gang again?" the detective asked.

"Oh come on Keibu, I saw the error of my ways, my life and grades have gotten so much better since I left those dip-shits." she answered with sincerity. "The only reason I come here is, like I said, too good at this game, plus I need the extra money to pay for University."

"You've decided to actually go to University?" he asked her skeptically.

"Of course, I want to the first of my family to do so." she said with pride.

Keibu was impressed by the longma. "Just keep up the good work." he turned to leave.

"Are you sure you don't want to start a relationship with me?" asked Tian with curiosity.

"You know my rule Tian," began the stallion. "I don't fuck with individuals outside of my biological class." he admitted.

"Is it because of that time you learned the hard way that I didn't have the...well...parts, that a female mammal should have?" asked Tianhou.

"Goodbye Tian." was all the stallion said before he walked away. His made sure he kept his face hidden from the world so no one can see the sheer blush of embarrassment on his face.

Keibu walked down the Manehatten streets until he came across the local Saddle Arabian community center. It looked just like any other building in Lower Manehatten, except the signs were bilingual, in Equestrian and Arabian. He walked in to see that there was what appeared to be a potluck dinner, the majority of the ponies inside were either Saddle Arabians or Equestrian ponies who converted to the Saddle Arabian state religion, both wore traditional Arabian tack and clothing. He quickly and quietly took off his hat and washed his hooves before entering the room. He looked around the plainly decorated room to see Aisha by the food table. He walked up and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"Hey there." he said to grab her attention.

Aisha turned around to see Keibu there, "Oh hey there." she said. Awkward silence immediately followed.

"Uh..." the stallion began, awkwardly. "...so about last night..."

"No need to say anymore Keibu, I completely understand why it would not work out and all, you were right, there's just too much working against us to make it possible." she said. "Plus I promised my dad to stay a virgin until marriage." her face fell once she uttered that final word.

The stallion saw that. "Are you okay?" he asked her with concern.

Before the mare could answer, an Arabian stallion walked up to the two, he looked about mid-twenties and carried with him a face that screamed 'punch it as hard as you please.'

"There you are Aisha, I was wondering why you are taking so long to get food." the Arabian stallion said with relief. He then saw the detective in front of him. "And who's this?" he asked Aisha.

"Uh, Ibrahim, this is my friend and neighboor Keibu, he's a detective." she introduced the detective to the stallion.

"Ah, nice to meet you." he slightly bowed. "My name is Ibrahim, I am chief architect at the oldest and most prestigious construction firm in Saddle Arabian, and second cousin to the king." arrogance dripped out of every single word he uttered. "And I am also Aisha's betrothed."

"What...?" Keibu's eyes grew in shock.

"Two years from now, after I graduate high school, I'll be getting married to him." Aisha announced as she tried to break the news to her friend and crush as gently as possible.

Ibrahim just gave a chuckle. "Oh don't be modest Aisha, not only will I marry you, but I will also fuck you in every way short of sodomy all night long, see goodbye to your virginity, because it will be mine!" he said with the biggest manure eating grin Keibu has ever seen. This caused the detective to snap and punch him in the face.

"KEIBU!" yelled Aisha in shock as Ibrahim flew backwards into the table, breaking it. His snout a bloody mess.

Keibu immediately snapped himself out of the satisfying fantasy to find that nothing happened. "Oh don't be modest Aisha, our parents deemed us a very great match, and as your future husband, I promise I will take care of you and protect your honor." the Arabian stallion said. "Now if you excuse me, the imam wants to speak to me, be right back." with a smug grin, he walked away, leaving Aisha and Keibu alone.

"You got betrothed to that asshole?!" he said in shock, but in a whisper. "How?!"

"I don't know!" answered Aisha in a whisper as well. "My clueless parents chose him because he's the highest status non-cleric Arabian in Manhatten!"

"And you went along with it?!"

"Like I had no other choice Keibu!" she defended herself. "I promised my dad that I would not only stay abstinent until marriage, but that I would marry an Arabian as well." she explained. "But I was willing to break both these promises if it was you!"

"What?!" he responded in shock from what he just heard.

"I want you Keibu!" she said with a hint of desperation in her voice. "My heart yearns for you, sometimes at night I would fantasize being with you, making my first time magical, the reason I kissed you last night was because I knew my parents were going to make the betrothal official today so it would have been my last chance!" she admitted.

"...it's not too late..."

"Now it is too late..." her eyes welled up with tears. "...I'm sorry...the opportunity is forever gone." she then hid her face from the crowed and trotted away. The stallion stood in the middle of the room in stunned silence.

There was only one way Keibu knew to fix this problem: drink himself half-blind and find a mare to fuck.

Heartbreaking as fast as they can

I'm so damn sick of colts

I might go le-e-e-e-esbian

I might go le-e-e-e-esbian

The song blasted from the DJ booth as Keibu made his way through a dance floor populated almost exclusively by mares dancing with each other. The detective reached the bar to see his good friend Norm bar tending. "Hey Norm!" he called out as loud as he can so the bartender can hear him over the music. "Give me the strongest you got!"

Norm trotted over to him. "You came at a really bad night Keibu." he said.

"I don't care!" he said with annoyance. "Just give me the strongest drink you have and point out the sluttiest single mare you have served." he demanded as he gave Norm some bits.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you Keibu, tonight is a bad night because tonight is Lesbian Night." he pointed over to the bar chalkboard. "Lesbians get in for free and there's a 10% cover charge on drinks for everyone else." he stated.

"What?!" he stunned. Just his horrible luck, he just had to experience the biggest let down of his life on tonight of all nights. "I can lick pussy just as well as any lesbian in this club! I will not stand for this sexist injustice that you call a '10% cover charge'!." he pounded on the bar top with annoyance.

Norm rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll knock it down to 5%, but only because you are a loyal regular. But if I hear that you've been soliciting a threesome with them, like you did last time you came on Lesbian night, I will take this corkscrew." pulls one out to show him. "and shove it up your pee hole." he said with a sadistic smile on his face. "And you know I'm being serious because I once did that to a stallion who came here regularly for a whole year and never once tipped me, now he makes sure to tip extremely generously." he said with a crazed look before he gave Keibu a bottle of the strongest drink behind the bar and calmly left to attend to another customer.

"I will fulfill my wish to have a threesome with lesbians someday, mark my words." he mumbled to himself. "But then again, I NEVER had a threesome before." he turned around to survey the dance floor. One the floor, he saw tons of mares dancing, grinding with each other, or making out. It was extremely hot in all senses of the word, but it frustrated Keibu that he can not get a piece of that. "I guess it's just me, my hoof and a porno magazine...again" he sighed before he chugged down the bottle.

Keibu got out of his seat at the bar, made sure to tip Norm generously and turned towards the exit. He suddenly bumped into another pony. "Oof!" they both fell to the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." said a red maned and pink coated mare who wore neon and a pacifier. "You okay?"

The stallion looked up at the pink pony. "Uh yeah, I'm fine, just about to leave." he said as he dusted himself off. "Probably never going to find much luck here tonight considering the theme."

"Oh I know, it's extremely hard to find a good stallion around here during Lesbian nights." she nodded in agreement. "All I do during that night is dance until the Molly kicks in then go to the club next door to find one." she explained as she showed off her ecstasy tablets.

"Well, good luck with that, I guess I'll do the same thing and go next door." he nodded in agreement. "Have a good night." he said to the mare as he left.

"The same." she responded.

But almost simultaneously, they both stopped in their tracks when an obvious realization kicked in. "Wait...you're looking for a stallion?" Keibu turned around to ask.

"And are you also looking for a mare?" she asked in response.

Both stared at each other in silence for about a minute before the stallion spoke up. "Give me some of that E and let's take this party next door." he said with a grin, he could not believe his turning luck.

After they both took some ecstasy tables, they ran to the club next door, where the music was heavier and with a higher BPM. Everyone wore neon bands around their necks or legs as everyone danced and sweated aggressively.

Sure enough, the drugs affects kicked in as Keibu began to see more vibrant colors, and started to feel like time either sped up or slowed down randomly. Soon he found himself grinding against the mare he just met recently. He noticed how everyone began to dance sexually, getting for explicit with each passing hour. He suddenly found himself rubbing his erect member against the pink mare's rump.

"Mmmm, you ready to take this to someplace more private?" she said seductively as her tail rubbed against the stallion's throbbing member.

"You know it." he smiled in agreement, and moaned slightly.

"This is going to bed fun." she giggled before she turned around and kissed the stallion deeply with lust. At that exact moment, neon paint rained down on them.

Time suddenly skipped ahead, and Keibu found himself roughly making out with the pink pony in what he assumed was her bedroom at her apartment. "Mmm, you feel so nice." she moaned as she ran her hooves down his chest. Time once again skipped ahead, he was now on top in missionary position, he could feel himself inside her, thrusting wildly, and the mare was extremely loud. "Oh fuck...so good!". From then on, everything kept skipping forward randomly.

Skipping to her on top in cowgirl position, then again with himself mounting her, and then another time skip to find himself orally servicing the mare on top while she returned the favor back in a sixty-nine position. For some reason, she tasted like salt water taffy, he could not tell if it is the ecstasy messing up with his taste buds, or it just is.  But before he could figure out the answer, time skipped once again where she's on top again but now with her back turned towards him. He held on to her hips. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, so full!" she screamed with mindless pleasure. Time skipped ahead once again, and Keibu now found himself doing the pile-driver on the mare, he was extremely surprised that he was doing it, but then everything suddenly went black.

The bright sun shone through an apartment window, inside a completely trashed room, Keibu slowly stirred awake. "Ugh..." he groaned, completely drained and sore. He opened his eyes to find himself in a strange pink bedroom. He suddenly remembered the mare from last night, and realized he was probably in her bedroom. He then realized that there was something in his mouth, he spat the thing out only to see that the thing in his mouth was actually a pacifier. "Ugh...everything tastes like salt water taffy now..." he groaned. He got up, only to hear his joints pop and creak. "I can't believe I pulled off the pile-driver..." he got on his four legs, head starting to pound from severe dehydration. "...I could've snapped my dick doing that..." he grabbed his trench coat and hat from the floor and straightened himself out. "Note to self, go to the drug store and buy a bottle of water and aspirin." he made a mental check. "And to never take so much E."

He walked out of the room to find himself in a nicely decorated and furnished living room. "Good morning stranger." greeted a new and soft voice. The stallion looked to see a tan maned, blue haired pony in the open kitchen packing her lunch. "Pacific Glow took you in last night didn't she?"

"Who?" he asked with confusion. It hurt too much to think right now.

"That pink mare you met at the rave, she's my roommate, or technically, pays me to live here." she explained with a soft voice. "She does that every few nights she's out partying."

"Oh her, she's very acrobatic and full of stamina I can tell you that." he said from what he could remember.

"And you made her scream and moan louder than ever before, that is going to be a hard record to beat." she softly giggled.

He just chuckled in response. "So where is she?" he asked out of curiosity.

"She works at the aquarium, probably cleaning the tanks right now." she answered. "By the way, my name is Coco, Coco Pommel." she greeted, slightly nervous.

"My name is Keibu, Keibu Pepper, I'm a detective." he greeted back. "I guess I better get home, not overstay my welcome." he went to leave.

"Oh but before you go." she interrupted. "Don't forget to grab the bottle of water and aspirin that are next to the door, dehydration caused by taking ecstasy is no laughing matter." she chimed with a smile.

"Thanks," he took the water and aspirin. "By the way, where am I?"

"In my apartment over my fashion boutique in Greenwich Village, West 10th Street in between 5th and 6th Avenues, close to 9th Street station." she explained matter-of-factly.

"Oh, okay, thank you Miss Pommel" he planned out the walk home in his head. "Good luck today, bye." he waved goodbye.

"Good luck to you too." she gave a small smile. Keibu walked out the front door and closed it. "Such a nice stallion, and kind of cute." she quietly giggled. "Glow always had impeccable taste."

Six years ago...

A young orange maned, tan coated filly sat down at a chair in an interrogation room at a police station. She looked lost and confused, unsure what was happening around her.

Behind the two-way mirror, Keibu walked in completely exhausted from the raid he lead earlier. Inside he saw Commissioner Dunn watching the filly through the mirror. "Got any information from her?" asked Keibu.

"She still insists that her real name is simply 'O' and that she is eleven years old." he took a big gulp of coffee. "Other than that, she has the worst case of Stockholm Syndrome that I have ever seen in my career."

"How so?" the young stallion looked on.

"She insists that Mr. Lupe is her father and that the warehouse she spent the last six years living in is her home." he gave a look of disgust from the thought of damaging a sweet innocent filly.

The door opens and an officer peeks his head inside. "Commissioner Dunn, we managed to find the filly's biological father, he's waiting out in the lobby" he announced.

"I'll be on my way." said Dunn before he turned to Keibu. "Keep the filly company while I explain the situation to her father." he ordered. The young detective said nothing but watch the commissioner leave. Keibu just gave a sigh of exhaustion, he just wanted to go home to forget all the things he saw. He walked into the room to see the filly who looked more bored than in shock. "Uh...hello there little one..." he nervously announced. He never knew how to act around foals, foals are too unpredictable for his tastes.

"Where's daddy?" was all she asked, her expression changed to concern.

"Which one?" Keibu sat down across from her.

"The only daddy that ever truly loved me..." was all she said. Her eyes began to well up with tears.

"What he did to you after all those years was not love, he took advantage of you to make money." he explained.

"He promised he was going to make me even more famous once I become a grown-up, all the stuff he made me do was practice and training for the big time, he told me that my talent is in porn acting!" she exclaimed in complete denial.

Keibu looked over at her rump to see a cutie. "And what does a hat have to do with porn acting?" he pointed out.

The filly said nothing but to breakdown crying. She bawled her eyes out as she placed her face on the table. "I just wanted to escape that orphanage!" she bawled through her tears. Keibu just went over and rubbed her back to comfort her.

"HELP! HELP!" yelled a pony in complete darkness. He tried to struggle free, but quickly found himself strapped to some kind of chair. All four of his legs and his neck strapped down tight by plastic ties. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE! LET ME OUT!"

Suddenly, the lights of the room turn on to reveal that the unlucky stallion was in a white room surrounded by computers and medical equipment. He looked around in utter confusion, only to see an equally white cat sitting on a nearby table. "Huh?"

The cat hissed in response before jumping off and running out of the room as soon as the door opened. "Now now Rory, don't hiss at daddy's guests." a voice with a slight German accent scolded at the cat. The tied up stallion looked to see an older stallion in a white lab coat walk in. "Ah, good morning Male, hope my staff didn't have to hit you too hard on the head to get you here." he chuckled as he sat down on an office chair and went to a nearby computer.

"Reich? Is that you?" Male was confused. "What's going on? What are you doing?" he asked his former financial backer. "If this is about the money you lost after the raid, I am sorry, but that's the risk you take when funding an illegal activity."

"Oh please Male, this is not about the money." he assured with a smile. "Besides, the money I lost in your venture is a drop in the bucket compared to my total wealth." he then rolled himself around the room in his office chair.

"Then what is it that you want from me?" the bound stallion asked, he sweated nervously.

"Well, since I help you achieve your dream of starting a 'Playcolt' for foalophiles," he began. "It is only fair that you help me achieve mine." he then placed what appeared to be a large surgical drill near Male's head. Reich then went back to his computer to start the drill.

"And what is that?" the stallion stuttered nervously.

"Well, ever since I found out I was a foalophile long ago, the question of how one pony could be attracted to something that will only lead to a biological dead end, so over the years I came up with several hypothesis, from maybe a tumor, or brain damage, or just several nerves misfiring and giving conflicting information, I was looking for a cure." he lectured. "But then I thought, what if it is actually normal for us ponies to be attracted to foals and everyone else is just in denial? How do you explain the fact that puberty happens years before society says we should do the deed? What if consent is just a social construct used to deny everyone of their biological imperative?" he began to sound like a conspiracy theorist as his eyes went wide in a crazed manner.

"And you need me because...?" he asked cautiously.

"Because you are the one foalophile I know that will not be missed when he's gone." he pointed out. "And I want the whole world to finally see the truth they have all been denying!" he announced melodramatically.

"And that is...?"

"That every pony is a foalophile, but they just don't know it yet!" Reich beamed. "And I know just how to do it." he pressed a key on the keyboard and suddenly the drill started up.

"Look Reich, did O put you up to this?!" Male struggled to break free from his restraints.

"O? You mean your former top filly of your magazine turned wannabe vigilante?" he asked incredulously before he just laughed. "Oh Male, you're such a silly pony." the drill began to inch closer to Reich's patient. "Now hold absolutely still, once the drill passes your skull, you will not feel a thing." he assured.

"No...no...NO...AHHHH!" screamed Male as the drill began to go through his skull. Reich just looked on proudly at his own work, he is now one step closer to achieving his master plan: turn everyone into a foalophile like him.