Sensual End

Chris walked over behind Jake and took a knee. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, Jake,” Chris said and cupped his right hand around Jake’s dislocated shoulder blade while placing his left hand firmly on Jake’s back. Pinkie, realizing Jake was scared, trotted over to him and nestled herself in his lap. “You can squeeze me if you want, Jake,” the pink pony said with a smile. Jake cracked a tiny grin at the offer and tightly wrapped his arms around Pinkie Pie. He closed his eyes tight while Chris initiated countdown to the agonizing pain he was about to receive. “Five,” Chris started. Jake squeezed Pinkie Pie even tighter. “Four.” Jake still tightened his grip on Pinkie. “Three.” Pinkie was having trouble breathing at this point, but she knew she was keeping Jake calm. “Two.” She snuggled closer to Jake’s body to give him more comfort and a little bit of leverage off her lungs. “One!” A second later, Chris jolted Jake’s shoulder forward with tremendous force. Jake squeezed the mare in his lap with intense pressure and let out a loud cry that echoed off the treetops of Route 3.

Jake’s shoulder was now fixed. The pain died down after the immediate event, but still slightly lingered on and made his shoulder sore. The boy let go of Pinkie and she gasped deeply for air as she walked away from Jake. “That shoulder’s gonna be sore for about an hour or so,” Chris said. “Thanks,” Jake responded. “No problem, brony,” Chris replied, and gave his companion a brohoof.

The gang looked around at their surroundings. The other drivers on the highway were still stopped, too afraid to continue any farther. In the distance, Jake noticed a highway sign. “What’s that say?” Jake asked as he inched closer to it. Chris and Pinkie also noticed Jake’s discovery and walked with him towards the sign. Upon reaching a close enough distance to read it, they were able to make out the words “Bedford, MA - 3 Miles”.

Even farther in the distance, a little closer than the horizon, they saw a shimmer of blue lights. It only took them a few seconds to realize these were the police that were called to the scene of their shootout with the demonic bird. “Well, this sucks,” Jake said. “We’re going to jail and the succubus will just find and kill me there, that is if the other inmates don’t kill me first.”

“Nobody’s going to jail today, Jake,” Chris replied. “We’ll just tell them what happened.” “What about Pinkie?” Jake asked. Chris honestly didn’t think they’d have to disguise Pinkie again after leaving the hotel. The two boys looked around for something they could use to prevent Pinkie from being taken by the US government. All they had on hand were duffle bags, most of which were too small to fit a pony inside. Suddenly, Chris noticed his gym bag sticking out of the open trunk of the car. It was just barely big enough to fit the pony inside if she curled up in a ball. “We can use this,” Chris said and pulled the bag from the trunk. He unzipped the main compartment, emptied out all it’s contents into the trunk, and told Pinkie to curl up inside. The pony did as she was told, and Chris re-zipped most of the top compartment, leaving a small opening in the side for Pinkie to see and breathe through. Chris took a hold of the gym bag with the pony inside and turned to Jake. “Let’s start walkin’,” he said, and the boys slowly approached the police cars.

About 15 minutes later, an officer stationed at the roadblock spotted the approaching men and shouted for the police chief, Officer Ken McWallace, to see for himself. The police chief of Bedford was a stern-looking man. He was in his late fifties and had grey hair with a handlebar mustache growing on his face. He was very well built, too. A tall man of six foot two with a very broad chest and shoulders, but not disproportionate to his waist and legs. Trade his blue police uniform for a black leather one and you’d swear he was the most badass biker in Bedford. He was only slightly wrinkly, the kind of winkles one would expect with stress, but not age. Despite his rough and tough exterior, Officer McWallace was a good cop. He didn’t believe in himself or his men abusing their authority and always saw the innocence in people he had arrested before the guilt.

Jake and Chris approached the vehicles with their hands raised. “We’re unarmed!” Chris shouted to the police at the roadblock. “Drop the bag and step away from it!” Officer McWallace said through a bullhorn in his signature southern accent. Chris did as the officer commanded. At the blockade, Officer McWallace whispered to two men about to check the bag. “I respect these men’s choice to turn themselves in. Only use dogs, the metal detector and toxic chemical detector in your search. Don’t go through the bag. They‘ve earned their privacy.” His men fully understood and nodded. They ran over to the bag and swept each side with their detectors. The police dog with them sniffed for bombs inside. Once the scan was complete and the dog was done searching, they signaled the chief that the bag was clean for guns, toxins, or explosives.

Without having to be told, Chris turned to Jake and nodded. They both layed flat on the pavement with their hands on their heads. Two more officers rushed in and handcuffed Chris and Jake. Officer McWallace walked over and picked up the gym bag. “Be careful with that bag, please, officer. Something very fragile, special, and irreplaceable is inside,” Chris said as Officer McWallace smiled and nodded. Inside the bag, Pinkie also couldn’t help but smile. The two boys were loaded into the back of a police car and the roadblock dispersed.

Once inside the station in Bedford, MA, two young, rookie officers were interrogating their two terror suspects together. They were your typical photogenic newbie cops. Both of them looked like they could be underwear models for Calvin Klein. One was skinny, red haired, and spoke with an Irish accent. The other looked like an all-American boy. He was psychically fit, had a distinguished face and short brown hair. “Now would one of you little punks mind telling me why the FUCK you assholes thought it was okay to fire an automatic rifle at innocent pedestrians! You make me sick!” The brown haired officer said.

“Okay,” Jake started. “For the hundredth time, we weren’t shooting at pedestrians, we were shooting in self defense at a gigantic demonic bird that was chasing us trying to kill us,” The brown haired officer slammed both his hands down on the metal table in between Jake and himself and leaned in, getting right in Jake’s face and said, “Do you know what happens to a scrawny little fuck like you in prison? Your asshole will be raped so much and stretched so wide that your grandma could fit her head in it. Every bone in your body will break at least twice while the guards just laugh. You’ll be tormented day and night by the never ending screams so much that by the time you get out, you’ll be a hollow, empty shell that won’t even scientifically classify as a human being anymore. Do you really think this is the best time to be a comedian? You’ve got one last chance to smarten the fuck up and tell me truth, or I promise you, I will lock you up and you won’t see the sun again ‘til you’re in your eighties.”

The man interrogating Jake, Officer Rivers, didn’t believe in fighting for the innocent like Officer McWallace did. As far as Rivers was concerned, every person he came into contact with on duty was low-life scum and already guilty of whatever they were accused of. He’d been seen by other officers beating up detainees in their holding cells from time to time, but everyone else at the precinct was too frightened of a legal backfire to report these accounts. They were afraid that because of his merit for more arrests than any other officer in the precinct, a judge would rule in his favor and accuse the person reporting him of treason, causing that person to be fired.

Officer McWallace, watching the interrogation from behind a two-way mirror had heard enough. He burst out of the observation room and into the interrogation room. He bolted towards Officer Rivers and pinned him up against the two way mirror. “Make one more threat like that and I’ll see to it that you only work at a desk for the rest of your career. Understood?” McWallace asked. “Understood, sir,” Rivers responded. “Leave us alone. Let me talk to them,” McWallace commanded.

Rivers and his partner reluctantly left the room, leaving the police chief alone with the boys and their gym bag. “I didn’t believe you at first either,” McWallace started. “However, we have eyewitnesses finally comfortable enough to report what they saw now that you’re in custody and they are all reporting the same thing: a giant flying monster. I trust the people of my fair city of Bedford. So tell me, how can I help?”

Jake and Chris looked at each other for a moment. After which, Chris reached for the gym bag beside him and put it on his lap. He motioned for Officer McWallace to get closer. “What you see here may be unbelievable at first, but you have to promise to us right here and now that what you are about to see does not reach any of this world’s military, leaders, or scientists, for they would surely aim to use it as a weapon.” Chris said to the police chief. “Understood,” Officer McWallace said. He motioned to the people in the observation room behind him to shut the blinds to the two way mirror. A metal plate closed on the back side of the mirror, blocking off the view into the room. The people in the control room shut off the microphones inside the room as well. The chief and the boys were free to talk in private.

Chris unzipped the main compartment of the gym bag and flipped it open. Pinkie Pie burst through gasping for air. McWallace dropped his jaw and staggered back, eyes wide. “Jeez! I thought I was gonna suffocate in there! Well, actually just kidding I could breathe but did I worry ya? Oh I’m sorry I’m such a terrible pony. I get that way when I’m hungry. I’m really hungry. Starving actually. Do you have any snacks?” Pinkie Pie said rapidly. “What the hell is that thing?” McWallace asked. “SHE is a My Little Pony and her NAME is Pinkie Pie,” Jake responded, a bit offended that the policeman called the pony that had saved him from depression an “it”. “But, that’s…just a television show…for little girls! How?” McWallace asked, more puzzled now than ever. “Look, it’s a long story, but I’ll explain it to you on the way if you agree to give us an escort to New York City. That thing we encountered on the highway isn’t gonna give up. We need to get to Kraff as quickly as possible so he can protect Jake from the Demonata!” Chris said to McWallace. McWallace chuckled and said, “Kid, You’re makin’ absolutely no sense but I guess I’ve been shown today that anything is possible and I trust you. Lets go!”

McWallace went back into the observation room and ordered his men to stand guard in the hallway leading to the interrogation room and told them to not let anybody even look down it until he had departed out the back door. Rivers, in a fit of rage, stormed out of the room and headed for the front entrance. He was going back to his patrol. The other officers did as they were commanded and Officer McWallace led the two boys and their pink companion to the back lot where the patrol cars were stored. Pinkie Pie noticed an unmarked, black Dodge Charger cruiser in the lot. It was mostly used for highway chases as backup. Pinkie jumped excitedly up and down and asked the police chief, “Ooh! Ooh! Can we take the Charger?! Can we?! Can we?! Huh?! Can we?!” “Uh, sure, pony,” McWallace answered. “Pinkie Pie,” Jake corrected. “Yay! This is gonna be so much fun!” the pony said. They all hopped in the car. McWallace turned the key in the ignition and flipped on the cuiser’s lights. Pinkie Pie told him Kraff’s address and he set the car’s GPS to that location. Next stop, New York City.