Walking on patrol, Charity and Xenon continued with their rounds on the 8th and 9th blocks of Canterlot’s crimeless streets. Both female guards were adorned in the traditional golden armor. Xenon’s armor contrasted nicely with her blue mane and metallic silver coat. It was obvious that her name came from her strikingly colored mane and matching eye color. Xenon’s cutie mark was another naturally fitting aspect; an atom of the element, xenon.
Ironically, Charity’s title was basically a misnomer. It had nothing to do with her dark steel coat and lava red mane. It was her personality that was in such contrast. From a young age, Charity found her special talent of being able to intimidate others for good and sometimes evil. Most that looked at her skull and crossbones cutie mark didn’t take it as incentive to fight or mess her wrong. Really, they could just be glared into submission by her intense red eyes. Charity’s name had always more suitable for a sweet, old mare. The patch that was sewn into her helmet strap which read ‘BadBitch’ could’ve been a more suitable name given by her parents.
The duo of unicorns were walking on Juniper St. that was home to fewer and fewer ponies. Instead, a new, rare form of creature that immigrated into Equestria were starting to call the small district home. Humans were what they called themselves, and the strange beasts that started to fill up the cheap housing of the project-like buildings in the area. Nopony was really explicitly xenophobic to them as the handful of humans who lived in Canterlot were on a one-strike-and-you’re-out probation. If anyone of them disrespected the law, they’d be immediately kicked out, and the serious offenders were to be dealt with by the princesses themselves.
But the rare humans were smart and they respected their new home. Two guards like Xenon and Charity definitely didn’t mind since it made their jobs easier. The duo eyed the once lost cause of a block that was in a current renaissance, helping rid any prejudices they had about humanity.
Xenon’s hooves made clanks in their metal shoes bringing attention to herself as the humans of Juniper Road started to give her and her partner the same quick, apprehensive glances that a human would to police officers on Earth. They were making their way up to a building on the street that the two debated over what its purpose was. It was the largest one on the street and in the nicest condition. A sure sign of prosperity and wealth, but from what? They reached the corner of the mysterious building and noticed something peculiar about its influx of traffic; only mares were going inside.
More curiously, as they got closer, both noticed the male humans in the first story windows of the building. The human stallions being presented had very skimpy clothing in comparison to the usual wares of the humans. Charity and Xenon had reached the corner of the building, crossing paths with those of other mares going inside. Charity’s eyes were slits in concentration directed toward the humans. Xenon had gone a little bit ahead of her partner to the double wide doors.
In her approach to the entrance, a human made his way out of the door startling her. Xenon flinched. In his presence, she was able to get a good view of each part of the human’s anatomy. She looked at the shirtless human and noticed his muscled abdomen. His Shorts were on tightly revealed a bulge of his genitals.
“Hello, Miss. Window shopping?” the human had inquired while raising one eyebrow, “It’s 50 bits for a room.” Xenon was starting to get this place’s purpose. Charity had caught up and joined in on the human’s introduction.
“Err, no thanks. I think I’ll pass,” Xenon went on her way with a poker face. Charity followed.
It was an hour since the patrol of Juniper, and both mares were on break. They hit up their usual place on the nicer side of Canterlot to do their outdoor dining. A cafe to eat lunch and discuss anything from work or their relationships with stallions was often the passtime. Both mare’s helmets were placed on the table to reveal their helmet hair. Over their food Charity had to address the elephant in the room.
“Buck, that place is a brothel, dude,” Charity had come as well in realization. “Like, I can’t believe so many mares are open to that stuff.”
Xenon was open minded, “I mean, I can’t blame them. I get kinda tired of the way stallions have to act all high and mighty above sex. Like, maybe mares are just not liking what society has made stallions into. Maybe they don’t want to deal with anymore, gold digging, stupid…”
“Cunts,” Charity interjected.
“Yeah, I guess, like that idiot I used to date,” Xenon growled at the thought of her ex special somepony. They continued to munch and not talk for a period since both were fuming at the experience of their stallions. Charity was the victim of a bad lover too and split with him a month ago.
Xenon broke the silence shared amongst them, “You know my friend in the Lunar Guard, Pitch Black?”
“I mean, I think I remember.”
“She was saying that she caught a human trying to sneak into a shop after it closed to steal,” Xenon started.
“Ah, geez there goes that guy.”
“No he didn’t get kicked out,” Xenon informed.
“How? I thought humans were on probation,” Charity’s eyebrow had become higher on the right side.
“Well, uh, he begged and pleaded not to be arrested,” Xenon was trying to say something but was having a hard time doing so in public and not be heard.
“Yeah, so…”
“In exchange to not get arrested and get sent back… he… ate her out behind the shop,” Xenon suddenly broke out into a devious smile.
Charity stared at her incredulously. She just gave a ‘Wow’ at the thought. It seriously sounded like something out of a porn flick. “Why in Tartarus did she let him do that? Like, beastiality is just messed up,” Charity was just not comprehending the allure to them.
“Ahh, come on. Don’t be like that. Especially after you told me what you would do to your coltfriend. When he’d let you that is,” Xenon was pretty much giving her a hard time.
“Yeah, sure. You want to come with me to the whore house tonight then?” Charity was being as sarcastic as possible.
Xenon just laughed at the crazy concept. It wasn’t that crazy really. Prostitution in Equestria was about as liberal as Denmark in its laws. Had it been illegal the two would have led a bust on it anyway.
“You know, griffons and mules are with ponies sometimes. Maybe we’re just being stubborn and missing out for all we know,” It was really starting to become a conflict in Xenon’s mind over whether she disapproved of the fetish for humans.
Charity wasn’t having the thought even cross her mind, “Psh! You’re crazy to say shit like that. I’d rather just hoof off every night.” Xenon shrugged at her opinion.
Later, after Charity had clocked out from the station, she had come home to her apartment that she used to share with her coltfriend. She was laying in her bed and thinking about her living space predicament. It was so… empty. She hadn’t been the same mare since he left her. Charity couldn’t sleep with the depressing thoughts. She raised off the mattress to get herself a drink of water from the kitchen. When she got to her sink with a glass in her magic’s clutch, she hesitated to turn on the faucet. The refrigerator was opened instead, and a large bottle of whiskey came out.
The drink poured into her glass and she drank it straight from the cup. She just sat in the kitchen chair, genuinely feeling sorry for herself. Fuck Stallions she thought. Charity wasn’t black and white in her character. She may have carried a hard exterior, but in her soft interior, she truly needed the love of another.
After going back to her room with a tiny buzz, she stopped in the doorway and remisced. She imagined the time she had convinced her coltfriend to roleplay and wait for her on the bed. Charity remembered how she saw the brown stallion’s rear end sticking up atop the bed at her with his stallionhood in full presentation, how she was practically drooling at it, how she spanked him, and how he submitted to everything she told him to do.
Charity knew what she was about to do. She got in bed and was laying face up with her legs splayed out. She fantasized about her ex more, trying to get in the mood. Nothing happened though. All she could do was feel sad. In fact, the more she was considering masturbating to her old stallion, the more she was starting to feel bitter to him and the rest of his kind.
Charity just thought about her experience watching the mares go into the brothel. She thought about how they must have all left satisfied with their money well spent, and their holes filled so, so satisfyingly. Then she thought about the appearance of the human that had confronted them in the street for the business. Specifically, she thought about his bulge that had teased her vision with what might be underneath the article of clothing and the defined muscles of his abdomen and arms.
A feeling started to course through her. It was one of warmth and tingling. The formerly unused hoof made its way to between her legs and it started rubbing. She went about in a sexual fantasy of having her way with a stallion, except instead of a pony, it was a human. Charity sighed and started doing borderline silent grunts in the dimly lit light of her quiet bedroom. She imagined a human being tackled by her weight, and how she forced herself upon his awaiting mouth. The human’s tongue lapped at her needing marehood. She was dripping in the fantasy and in real life.
She yelled out in pure satisfaction at the climax she was experiencing. Her lower legs locked up on her rubbing hoof and they convulsed for an exceptional time. Charity’s eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. She laid there with stained sheets below her. A realization creeped up into her post orgasm mind. She just came the hardest she ever had in her life, and it was to the thoughts of humans. Guilt ran amuck in every circuit of her brain, yet it felt so right.
It was another day of patrol on Juniper for the two guards. The street was the last scheduled before their lunch break this time. Another cafe with outdoor tables was actually chosen on Juniper, and it was the only establishment still owned by ponies left on the street. The mares were sitting and drinking coffee on a table that gave them a full view of the human brothel. They both watched as the males in the window were trying their best to get the attention of any mare passersby. Some were flexing, and others were showing off seductive dance moves while grinding on each other.
“Hey Charity, you seeing this fresh meat?” Xenon was teasing her partner once she caught her in the act. Xenon was doing the same thing, but Charity was so defensive to anything sexual about humans to her so it was so much funner to torment her. Charity did the opposite of what was expected; her eyes never left the boys in the window. The mares were explicitly flustered over the sight of the humans with their faces heated up. Charity gave an exasperated sigh and looked at the ground dejectedly.
“Dude… I just don’t know about how I feel…”
“What are you talking about?” Xenon was intrigued at Charity acting so differently.
“Last night, I was thinking. I kept thinking about how I think I’m just done with stallions.”
“You mean…”
“Yeah, but I just don’t know how I feel about it. Like, the mares that accept humans into their life really seem to absolutely rave about them as lovers.”Xenon was going to quip about her feelings for humans that she was starting to harbor when the shrieking of a mare broke out. The ponies within the area looked about in confusion trying to find the source of the commotion. An elderly mare came running toward the guards.
“Guards! Help! That human took my purse!” The mare was pointing down the street toward a sprinting man. Charity and Xenon brandished their helmets as quick as they could and chased after him. Humans couldn’t really go much faster than a pony, and already, the guards were catching up to the man running. He turned down an alley of Juniper, not giving the guards any more ground in closeness.
Xenon was clanking her metal shoes on the ground obnoxiously loud in pursuit. She had become as close as she could to the human, but she was not in tackling distance yet. The human threw the purse hard behind him to give himself better mobility, and it cause the contents to be strewn all across the alley. The guards dodged it with finesse.
The human turned down a separate alley that branched off of the main one, but he came to a dead stop once he saw a fence obstructing his way. He tried to start climbing only to have to mares in full heavy armor come down on his backside. Stars exploded in his vision at the tackle. Once both mares raised off their catch, Charity rolled him right side up. His face was shrouded by a ski mask, and he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants.
“Alright scumbag, you’re under arrest by the Royal Guard of Canterlot,” Charity took the cuffs out from her back holster. They were designed for a pony’s hooves so they had to be clamped all the way to their smallest diameter setting to get a secure hold on his wrists. Charity wrestled the squirming human while Xenon sat on his legs. The cuffs went down on either wrist behind his back.
The guards patted him for any weapons and ID. Charity removed his mask to reveal the rather attractive face of a stud. Xenon looked too, and decided they had caught themselves a fine specimen. They sat him up with back against the alley wall. The guards found no weapons but found his ID. Xenon floated the human citizenship card out of the wallet with her magic.
“Hah, you won’t be staying here much longer!” Charity was purposely spiteful in her tone.
The human frantically started to speak underneath the mares that had him captured, “Please no! I can’t go back! I’ve burned every bridge I’ve had on the way here. I’ll do anything.” Something about what the human had just said made the two mares freeze.
“Anything, huh?” Charity started to feel this sudden surge of lust with a human in her control and being so desperate. She remember what Xenon told her about her friend, Pitch Black.
“I-I-... not like… you’re not thinking about...”
“Listen here. I don’t give a shit about your personal life, and as of right now, you’re completely under our control,” Xenon looked in surprise at her partner’s choice of words. Charity continued, “If you don’t want us to have you deported then I suggest you give us what we want, and maybe we won’t have ever caught you when we report this.” The human actually whimpered in the sight of Charity’s sinister, red eyes, “ Those clothes are coming off, and you do what me or my partner tell you. If I say jump, then fucking jump! Understood? Understood?”
“Y-yes ma’am,” the human didn’t really know what to address the two mares as, but he didn’t want to make them angry. Xenon went through with what Charity was hinting at and literally ripped off the clothing that he was wearing to reveal the human’s naked body. They both got their bit eye candy. Their eyes surveyed their victim, and Xenon was starting to feel the familiar feeling of arousal. Charity did too and her nethers were currently on fire from the action of having her own human to have her way with. It was thrilling for both mares, but it was terrifying for the human.
“Please don’t,” the human was pleading. Xenon approached over the top of the human on the ground. There was a beat up chair in the alley next to them that must have been destined to be in the trash.
“I’m going to sit on that while you lick me,” she pointed to the seat while giving a commanding tone.
“Lick? L-lick what?” Xenon didn’t even give an answer to him. She just got situated on top of the ruined chair with her dripping marehood in full view for the human to lick. Both mares took off their helmets and most of their armor.
“A little help, Charity,” Charity smiled at the idea hinted from Xenon. Charity grabbed the back of his head and forced his face onto her awaiting marehood. The human’s mouth made contact and an electric type of pleasure went up the spine of Xenon. He started to lick in hopes to be able to breathe again. The hooves on his head were placed firmly enough to prevent him from moving his head at all.
Xenon was in pure, out of body ecstasy. His tongue was lapping up every bit of juice she was leaking, and he took great care to get her clit stimulated, flicking his tongue on and around the hood of it.
“Yessss... good,” Xenon congratulated the human’s work. He was obviously experienced at the act of cunnilingus and knew every trick of stimulating the pleasure points. A mix between saliva and the carnal fluids of Xenon was trickling out the corner of his mouth. Charity, still with her hooves forcing him down, was leaking out a trail down her right, back leg.
The human’s tongue was currently extended a far as possible inside her tunnel. Xenon’s muscles were convulsing on his tongue, trying to milk it as if it were a phallus. Feeling a bit of mercy, Charity let go in order to let the human get his oxygen. He gasped for each breath before being forced down again. This time his focus shifted onto Xenon’s clit. He gobbled down on it making, Xenon shriek with pleasure.
Another intense sensation was building inside of her as he lapped from top to bottom, focusing an extra period to give her clit attention. Her thighs were hot as a furnace with blood that her heart was pumping to the area, and steady flow of her juices kept coming as he lapped them up as if to make sure they wouldn’t fall to the ground. A sudden few strikes on her nub from his tongue set off a reaction. Xenon’s tunnel started to violently contract and almost grab a hold of his tongue.
Xenon screamed as the awesome pleasure overtook her body. Her legs latched on his head and prevented him from moving again. Gush after gush of liquid came out of her love canal. It was done. She had cum and drenched the face and upper body of her human toy.
Charity removed the face from Xenon’s sloppy vulva and laid him down on the alley’s concrete. The poor human’s hands were smushed underneath his body as Charity mounted him. This is what her fantasy had always been; to have a human at her control that she would make penetrate her and fill her needing cunt. Charity’s hips had raised themselves shakily to aim the hard, human cock underneath her. Her back legs were making a snug hold on the human while her left hoof came onto to his member and pointed at her entrance. The human simply sniffled when a tear began to come down his cheek. He knew that he had it in for himself.
This was it. ‘There’s no going back now’ Charity thought to herself before watching the human’s face contort at the feeling of her hoof grabbing it. The glans made contact with the winking marehood of Charity. The cock was slowly penetrating inside of her. Charity moaned to the sky at the intrusion of flesh. Her tunnel instinctively flexed in the pure lust she felt. The feeling of fullness accompanied the dick spearing her insides. She had taken the cock all the way down and hilted herself on the human’s abdomen. The human was sobbing at this point.
‘Fuck does this feel good’ Charity thought as she moaned with her eyes half lidded. She lifted up and slammed back down eliciting a huge surge of pleasure in her body when the head of the cock inside her rubbed against the top of her tunnel and stimulated her G-spot. The cock went all the way to her cervix again where it collided and stretched the tissue. She repeated the process for a countless amount of times.
Xenon was still on the chair, and her hoof was down again masturbating herself to the show the human and Charity were giving. Charity was humping away at her new toy’s crotch. The human was grimacing and wailing about how she was being too rough. Something inside Charity sparked and it set her off in a rage.
Her hooves came off the human’s shoulders and began to batter him. Her right hoof collided with his arm, instantly bruising him. The left swung and hit the ribs of his right side. He screamed out at the assault from pain.
“I. Own. You,” Charity panted out as she kept humping in total animalistic lust. “Don’t. You dare. BITCH. To me.” Going even faster, the cock began twitching inside of her winking pussy. Strings of cum began to shoot out and into her womb. She felt the sticky load pasting her totally white inside.
Oh the sensation of it! It was too much. It was her fantasy played out in real life. She was able to grab a hold of a stallion, and her blackmailing was the cherry on top. He wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. The same muscle spasms that had affected her partner were now taking hold. She was having the only orgasm that could top the one she had a week ago.
Charity collapsed on the human and smothered him. Her work was done.
The two took the handcuffs off of the human. He only stared at the ground in shame. “Remember, we know who you are and don’t think we can’t spot you in a line up. That purse you threw and dumped shit everywhere with, we could get your ass for littering even. So to make up for that part, I want you back here next week in the same spot so you can please us again,” the human nodded sadly. “Well I guess you should be on your way. We’re going to return this purse to the old mare you stole it from, and make sure that you remember who you’re dealing with when you’re trying to break the law on our streets.” With that, the two mares walked back out of the alley.
The purse was brought back to the mare, but to her dismay, she learned the criminal responsible hadn’t been caught. It was okay, because the two guards had assured her he would be. In fact, they were certain he’d be back again here next week to service two mares.
Author's Note
So who was that human? I'd suggest imagining yourself as him. I did while writing
