Ponicide - Pursuit of the Slave Ring

Today is June 09, it was another morning for Sentinel Ward. Getting off from his bed, he looked around his bedroom as he noticed why he was living in a shitty apartment in Manehatten. 25 years ago, Sentinel Ward moved out from his parent's house when he was about in his early 20s after congratulating college early. He moved out from Ponyville to Manehatten where he initially had a job in experimenting with different spells. Unfortunately the particular research facility he was in laid off 100 employees including him 10 years ago which doomed his whole future in newer spells. He got a brief job after that which lasted 5 years where he served as a royal pony guard before being replaced by some of the new Royal Guards. It doesn't help that back in his young colt days, he knew a young filly around his age who was gonna be a part of his studies before her disappearance when he was still in high school.

Ward picked up a rare Saffire jewel which he was gonna give to what could have been his wife, Diamond Belle. He looked at a picture he was taken with both him and her back when they were young 10-year-old foals. She was a pretty unicorn, just like Ward and while spotting a white fur coat as opposed to his brownish gray one, Diamond was the prettier one while Ward looked a bit on the rough side. Ward was shedding a tear as he remembered the moment he was called into the office at age 15 to be informed of her disappearance. To this day, she was never found nor did they find any evidence aside from some hoof tracks that lead to a dead end and a black tag with an odd circle symbol which Ward held onto an image of.

As Ward proceeded to walk to his main terminal, he started thinking some loud thoughts.

“Why am I still in this shithole? Could I have prevented Diamond's disappearance if I could go back? Why do they fire the good workers and keep the shit performers? Why did Diamond have to be fucking taken away from me!”

Arriving at his terminal, he opened up his Voice Chat IM and immediately he was greeted with a message from a recent friend of his, Rake Savage.

Having meet Rake 3 years ago after failing to find a job, Rake was able to help save Ward from being on the street having successfully given him his still active Welfare card. Despite being fishy with it somehow getting 100,000 bits added every year, he takes the card and account off Rake's hooves as Rake has another method of getting money which was kept secret from Ward, likewise, Rake had tried getting Ward certain jobs which all failed, from being a video store clerk, to working with deadly chemicals which ended quickly after Rake accidentally poured a glass of explosive liquids on a floor causing the entire factory to go kaboom while leaving Ward and Rake out of harms way. Rake Savage is a 23-year-old Pegasus with a red fur coat and a really perverted mind. 25% of the messages Rake sends to Ward is always about boning other ponies or Rake's huge member.

Sentinel Ward reads the message and he's surprised as the message tells him that he found a job for both of them in some Adult Film Studio that he's never heard of before. Usually, Ward doesn't care much for Rake's perversion or only shows mild interest in sex, but seeing that his Welfare card will be expiring in a few years, he was quick to send a message that he's interested in the job.

Ward got a reply message asking Ward to head over to Rake Savage's house this instant as they will both be heading over to the studio.

Leaving the apartment building in a flashy business suit, Sentinel Ward starts walking towards his destination in the streets of Manehatten. He was able to stop by a Newspaper stand to pick up the latest issue of Manehatten News as he waits for a bus. While waiting for the bus, a mare standing next to him was also reading the issue and pointed out the 2nd big article to him which ironically, Ward also started reading.

“Oh my, did you read this article, that poor Zipporwhill filly had disappeared and all they can find was her tracks to an abandoned house and some older stallions tracks”

Ward wanted to finish saying that sentence out loud “And it's reported the stallion hid his tracks too as he left the house with just one wheel track that appeared to have been lifted. Sick Ponies, I hope that filly gets found and returned to her parents”

“Yea, it's not really safe for young fillies in any spot in Equestria anymore, it used to be just Manehatten that have a lot of disappearance or kidnapped ponies but now it's commonplace. You can't even trust your own neighbors anymore”

“Well I can say this, the only people you can trust are people you knew for a very long time or any foal you meet as a foal”

The Mare shakes her head up and down at Ward as his bus finally arrives. Sentinel Ward steps into the bus, takes his seat right next to a mother and her scared foals who was also reading the same article that Ward Savage was reading. As he looked around the bus, he saw that aside from the bus driver, there were only 3 stallions who didn't look upset reading the newspaper. Now it could be that they just put it aside though at least one Blue stallion had a creepy smile that Ward took a mental note of.

Having finally arrived at Rake Savage's house, Ward stood by the door hoping to look as professional as possible, he knocks on the door 5 times as the door is opened up to reveal Rake's face.

“Hello, Ward, it's very cool to see you again” Rake's face appears super excited as if he just got done winning the lottery.

“So should I come in?” Ward replied back before getting a yes nod from Rake. Looking around Rake Savage's house, Ward can see a nice funkyish living room complete with a lot of 70s nude pinup posters of Mare's Plots and flanks everywhere. Ward realized Rake's taste in Mares was very interesting and managed to get an odd feeling in his pants that was way too much for Ward which ruined his formal business suit that early before letting out a moan. Rake made a snarky smile back at him while looking at his wet pants and gets him to follow him to his bedroom. Looking around his bedroom, he sees a regular looking bedroom though with a locked DVD Cabinet and out in the open a 1930s era 35mm film can with a title that he identified as an early exploitation film with Mare Nudity. There were 5 white box servers on the floor all turned on and a much newer workstation computer that has all keyboard and mouse input locked out with a key to prevent computer usage by visitors. Lastly, there was a projection booth with a huge 35mm film projector which doesn't look out of place from the booths of the theaters he's been to aside from the fact that this is a personal home. Ward sat down on Rake's bed while Rake took a seat on one of his chairs.

“Ward, do you know why I called you over to my house?”

“Well Savage, I think you already told me” Savage began a huge speech about the job. “So I was watching some of these wank films and I was seeing if any of these studios was still around. Well I stol..umm I mean borrowed this one of a kind print of this 1930s film from an Underground Cantelot Film Vault and I just found out something, The son of one of the actors who helped located one of the Mare's for shooting that movie wants to make an XXX movie, and he wants us to join in on it”

“As much as I really didn't want to degrade myself to being a clopstar, I'll accept. Besides, I'll need the money once that Welfare card expires on me”

“Then it is settled, go wash up in the other bathroom, and I'll wash up in this one” As Ward heads into the hallway bathroom, he sees Rake taking today's newspaper with him to his personal bathroom which happens to be next to his bedroom which also has a bathroom. As Ward starts washing everything from his hind hooves to his chest, he can hear the sounds of Rake's meat slamming against the walls as he can hear the shower heads showering onto the wall. Ward was creeped out a bit but resumed washing before finally getting out of the shower. He can hear the sounds of a newspaper being opened up and being wiped near something while Rake laughed. Disgusted by what he thinks he used the newspaper for, he cleared away his mind a bit with a few fresh mints for his mouth to relax as he got dressed in a new business suit to look as professional as possible.

Sentinel Ward and Rake Savage all arrive outside in their suits as they start taking a long walk towards the Forrest before eventually arriving at the building of the “So-Called-XXX-Studio” Rake told Ward about.

When entering inside of the studio through a huge door, the insides look legit enough. There was lights on stage, a couple of props, condom dispensers, Professional Motion Picture Film Cameras, a huge poster reminding employees to check all ID's of new Clopactors to make sure they're of age, and of course there was a pony who looked like a Male body double for those few mainstream films with real sex in them so the mainstream actors didn't have to do each other for real. Perhaps it was too good to be true, Ward started approaching one of the film camera's and upon picking on of the camera's up, he noticed that the film take up didn't weigh much at all and of course, he accidentally opened up the film magazine, revealing that there's no film whatsoever in the camera.

A stallion around Ward's age approaches Ward as he turned around to face the new pony he just meets.

“Hey had you noticed that this camera doesn't have any film loaded onto it yet?”

The new stallion who has a grey-white coat spoke up to Ward,

“Oh yea, our cameraman was supposed to load these camera's up with some new Podak film but the damn fool would rather spend his time whacking it to those stupid Aniclop Cartoons of some school fillies taking it up against 5 trillion vines”
“I want you to go down that basement to your left next to the lowered lights and call his stupid ass up here. I'm getting tired of his crap”

Not wanting to upset the new pony he meets who he assumes is the director, he heads down to the basement, unaware that he's being followed.

Ward goes down the stairs and notices how it's getting darker and darker before eventually finally reaching a cement floor. Switching the light switch on, he finally sees what the basement is which consists of a chair with some Monitoring Stations and a Bookshelf.
“Hey guy, your cameraman snuck off somewhe......” before he can finish, he felt a huge wooden board smacking him in the head as he collapses down knocked out. One last thing Ward heard before passing out from the pain is his friend Rake Savage whispering one tiny thing to his ear. “Get some sleep, tomorrow your gonna have the best fun of your life”