Author's Note

Reference pics are pony versions of the characters and will serve as placeholders until I get actual art for them ^_^

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

It was a quiet night in the city of Manehattan; hardly any cars driving down the streets and the sidewalk near bare. All was calm and everyone was enjoying the night, except for the police who were on duty to protect the city. Two of the cops sat in their car in an alley just off Main St.; Officer Soarin and Cadet Vapor Trail.

The light chartreuse, greenish gray pegasus mare sat in the passenger's seat, drinking a cup of coffee. She had a three-toned mane and tail, which was light cyan-ish gray, light emerald greenish gray, and very pale apple green.

Soarin sat in the driver's seat, eating his doughnut. He was a pale cornflower blue pegasus stallion with dark grayish phthalo blue mane and tail. "So... enjoying your first day as a Cadet?" He asked, eyeing her with a smile.

The mare smiled back and nodded. "Mm-hm. Nothing's really happened yet, but that's a good thing, right?" She asked with a smile.

The stallion took a bite from his doughnut and swallowed. "Nothing is good, yes. So, tell me... Why did you want to join the force?" He asked, curiously. "You seem too nice."

The mare tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "Too nice?"

Soarin finished is doughnut and nodded. "Yeah. In this job, you have to sometimes get in others' face, interrogate, and even shoot to kill. I've seen your potential and believe you have what it takes, but... what made a mare like you want to join?"

"Oh," Vapor replied, smiling. "Simple. I simply want to do my part. Help others. I've seen some bad things and I've seen some questionable things and I can see what's right and what's wrong."

"I see," Soarin said, before Vapor finished her coffee. "Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life, Whiplash's voice coming through the channel. "All units, we have a 10-31 in progress at 22 South Main St.. Any unit please respond."

Soarin smiled and picked up the radio. "Dispatch, this is Soarin and Vapor. We're on it," he said, putting the car in drive and turning on his siren. Pulling out into traffic, the cars pulled over so they could pass.

"Oh, a crime?" Asked Vapor, downing the rest of her coffee.

"Unfortunately, yes," Soarin replied, eyeing her. "Remember what a 10-31 is?"

The mare thought for a moment, remembering her training. "Um... A robbery?" She asked. "Crime in progress?"

"Very good," Soarin said, turning right at the next intersection. "What's the code for a major crime?"

"A major crime..." Vapor repeated, hoping it would jog her memory. "10, uh... 10... 30... 5? 10-35?"

The stallion let out a chuckle and nodded. "That's right," he said, before turning down South Main St.. "We're almost there. You ready?"

Vapor nodded and inhaled deeply. "Yeah..."

Eyeing her, he gently patted her shoulder. "Just a convenient store robbery. Remain calm."

The mare gave him a light smile. "Right. Plus, we have guns."

Soarin chuckled as he pulled up to the convenient store. "Yes, we do," he said, before opening his door. "Come on."

The two left the cop car just as the store's door opened. Vapor stopped suddenly as she was nearest to the store. A brown, masked stallion came out holding a bag. Eyeing the bag, Vapor quickly pulled out her gun and aimed it at the robber.

"Freeze!" She yelled, Soarin pulling out his own gun.

The brown stallion hesitated before throwing the bag at her. Letting out a grunt, Vapor caught the bag as the stallion took off running.

"Freeze!" Soarin yelled, aiming his gun.

Seeing the stallion wasn't stopping, Vapor narrowed her eyes. Gripping the bag of money by the strap, she swung it around before hurling it at the robber. Hitting him in the legs, it caused him to trip and all over. Quickly running over to her, Vapor put her foot on his back and pulled out her handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent," she chimed, slapping the cuffs on hi right wrist, pulling the left one behind his back and cuffing that one, too. "Anything you say can, and will, be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the court. With these rights in mind, are you still willing to talk with me about the charges against you?"

The stallion let out a groan before looking over his shoulder. "Fuck you, cop."

"Well, that doesn't help anyone..." Vapor said, getting off him and grabbing the handcuffs.

As she pulled the robber to his feet, Soarin walked over. "Nice job, Cadet Vapor," he said with a smile. "Quick thinking with that money bag. Good throw, too."

"I played a lot of active games when I was a filly with my childhood friend," Vapor explained.

Soarin smiled and eyed the thief. "Let's take him to a nice holding cell, shall we?"

"We shall," the mare replied, leading the brown stallion to their police car.

A black mare with green eyes and red hair combed to one side sat in her car and watched her side mirror. She wore a black tank top and black jeans. In the mirror's reflection, she watched Vapor arrest the stallion before writing something down on a notepad. Closing the pad, she tossed it onto the passenger seat and drove away. She made her way through the city of Manehattan towards the Warehouse District. Here, there were a number of abandoned, derelict apartment buildings the city has neglected. The mare pulled into an alley, soon arriving in a clearing behind the buildings.

Parking her car, she got out and made her way towards the back door of one of the buildings. There was a red "N" spray-painted on the door, marking it as Nightcrawler territory. The mare entered and found herself in a staircase. Taking the stairs down, she firmly held her notepad in her left hand. As she neared the bottom, she could hear muffled talking and then a loud yell.

The black mare headed down a hall lit by lights that ran on a generator. The muffled noises got louder as she neared the door to a large room that once was a laundry room. Opening the door, she stepped in.

Inside, there was a midnight blue pegasus mare holding a metal baseball bat and a white stallion tied to a chair. The mare had two-toned blue hair that reached down to her shoulders with the hair in front partially hanging in front of her eyes. She wore a thin black vest, black shorts, black knee socks, and black boots. Around her waist she had a gun holster with gun. She had the thick end of the bat placed on the floor while she was bent forward and leaning against the handle. The stallion had bruises and blood all over him.

“Alright, Sparky,” the blue mare sighed. “Where’s my fuckin’ money?”

The stallion shook his head. “I... I don’t know...” he said weakly.

“See, yeah...” the mare said with a chuckle, standing up and holding her bat with her right hand. “Yeah... Yeah— no... No, I think you’re bullshitting.”

“W... Why would I lie?” The stallion asked, eyeing her with his one still-good eye.

The mare tilted her head and holds the bat against his forehead. “Well, shit, I dunno... But, when I find out, I’ll carve it into your tombstone,” she said, giving slow swings as she prepared to whack him like a batter preparing to hit the ball. “Here... lies... dumbass...” she said, before pulling back all the way for the final swing.

When she swung, the stallion shouted, “Wait!”

The mare stopped just as the bat was about to collide with its target. “Yes?” The mare asked casually.

Sparky sighed. “It’s... in a bag in an alley on Ward Rd.,” he said, hanging his head.

The mare smiled. “Good boy,” she cooed, tossing the bat aside. It clattered to the floor as she turned to the black mare. “Fray!” She said, holding out her arms. “What’s the news?”

“Well, Dusk, I—“ Fray began in a low, raspy voice.

“Oh, hold that thought,” Dusk interrupted, pulling out her gun and shooting Sparky in the head. As the stallion fell limp, she holstered her weapon and returned her attention to the black mare. “You were saying?”

Fray flipped open her notepad. “The new cop’s name is Vapor. Seems pretty skilled for a beginner.”

“Could she get in the way?” Dusk asked, receiving a shrug as a response. “Keep an eye on her. Meanwhile, I have another job for you.”

Fray nodded. “Ward Rd.?” She asked.

Dusk smiled. “Ward Rd.,” she confirmed.

Coco Pommel quickly walked down the sidewalk, heading home. She only lived a couple blocks away so she always walked to work instead of driving. Right now, she held a folder of clothing designs that she worked late on.

Tonight was yet another late night for her, only tonight the wind was especially powerful. Turning down Ward Rd., the wind took one of the pages in the folder and blew it down an alley.

Coco let out a gasp and chased after the sheet. “Oh, no! Come back here!” She pleaded, hoping the inanimate piece of paper would listen.

Finally catching up to it, she bent over to pick it up when she spotted a shoulder bag laying next to a dumpster. Standing up, she looked around. She saw no one. Walking over to the bag, she knelt down and unzipped it. Inside was a ton of money.

“Oh...” she said, going wide-eyed. “Uh...”

Knowing about gang activity in the city, she assumed this related to some sort of crime. Deciding to turn it in, she picked it up and started walking towards the police station. Luckily, it was only a few blocks away.

As Coco walked, a black car parked near the alley. Fray, the driver, watched Coco with narrowed eyes. Pulling a switchblade from her pocket, she kicked off her shoes and left her car. Cautiously, and quietly, she followed the unsuspecting mare.

Fray matched her speed with Coco’s, waiting for the right moment. Suddenly, Coco started to look back, feeling like she was being followed. Fray sneakily slipped into the archway of the entrance of a nearby shop. The shadows hid her from Coco’s view while allowing her to keep her eyes on the mare.

Seeing no one, Coco turned back around and kept walking. After waiting a few seconds, Fray continues to stalk her prey. When the time had come to strike, Fray sped up and got her blade ready.

She was directly behind her target when they rounded a corner. Fray spotted the Police Station, with cops out front. The mare she was following waved to them and d out. Fray growled softly and backed away, slipping into the shadows.

Watching the mare approach the cops, she pulled out her phone and dialed her boss. Raising it to her ear, she waited for Dusk to pick up. “I was too late. A mare found it and brought it to the cops.”

“I’ll be down shortly,” Dusk sighed. "And, I'm bringing Team A..."

Coco entered the Police Station with the two cops. One was a dark gray pegasus stallion and the other was a light gray pegasus mare. As hey walked in, a black mare with yellow and black hair down to her butt and brown eyes walked up to them. Her name tag on her uniform read "M. Strike."

"Miss Strike," the dark gray stallion said. "This mare has found what may possibly be drug money."

Strike took the bag from him and opened it up. "Hmm... So, it is," she said, before looking at Coco with a smile. "Thank you for bringing this to us."

Coco gave her a nod. "Glad I could help."

"Where did you find this?" Strike asked.

"Ward Rd.," Coco replied.

The black pegasus thought for a moment before nodding. "Thank you. We can take it from here."

"Right, well... I'll just go home then," the cream-colored earth pony replied, before turning and leaving.

As she walked away, Strike thought more. "Ward Rd.," she repeated.

The two cops gave her a confused look. "Ma'am?" The stallion asked.

"Just thinking, Thunderlane... Just thinking..." Strike said. She then let out a gasp. "Nightcrawlers!" She then dropped the bag and ran after Coco. By the time she go to the front door, Coco was already across the street. Looking down the road, she saw a van speeding towards them. She was too late.

Soarin rounded the corner, approaching the station when Vapor let out a gasp. "Wait, stop the car!" She exclaimed, making Soarin slam on the brakes.

"What?" He asked, worried.

Vapor watched Coco cross the road as Strike appeared in the doorway. She then spotted the van down the road. "Oh, no," she said, quickly getting out of the car.

"What the hell?" The stallion asked, watching the cadet take off running.

Vapor ran down the sidewalk, opposite the station, charging at the cream mare. Looking at her, Coco tilted her head before her eyes went wide. Not having any time to speak, Vapor tackled her to the ground, behind a car as the van sped past. Gunfire could be heard as bullets riddled the car they were using as cover before the van drove away.

Getting to her knees, Vapor pulled out her gun and looked around before standing up. Holding out her hand, she smiled. "You okay?"

Coco stared at her for a moment before taking the mare's hand and getting up. "Y-Yeah..." she stammered. "Wh-What was that?"

Vapor didn't know how to answer when Strike came running over to them. "Good job, Cadet," the black mare congratulated, before looking at Coco. "Come inside," she said, pulling out her own gun and heading back to the station.

Vapor stayed with the cream mare as they walked across the street. Soarin drove past with a smile as he watched Vapor before pulling into the station's parking lot. When Strike, Vapor, and Coco entered the station, Thunderlane was at a wall phone near the front desk.

"Uh," he said, looking at Strike. "It's for you."

The black mare eyed Coco and then the bag of money before walking over to the stallion. After being handed the phone, she answered. "Hello?"

"Midnight Strike?" Asked a voice. "I believe you have something of mine."

“Dusk Flight,” Strike said with a glare. “I should’ve known you’d call.”

“Don’t distract me,” Dusk cooed. “Give me what belongs to me.”

“Yeah, why don’t you come and take it?” Strike snapped.

“You really want me to?” Dusk asked. Come outside.” The line then went dead.

Hanging up the phone, Strike looked at the two cops nearby. “Thunderlane. High Winds. Station cops near the front windows. Do it now,” she ordered.

Thunderlane and High Winds both nodded and ran to rally the others.

Vapor stepped up to Coco, her gun out. “Stay with me, okay?”

The cream mare nodded as Strike gave a light smile at seeing the cadet step up. Seeing the other cops positioning themselves at the windows, Strike made her way to the front door. Opening it, she saw a line of vans parked in the street across from the station. The doors were open with mares and stallions dressed in black, holding automatic rifles. On the rooftops behind them were a couple others with sniper rifles. In front of it all, standing in the middle of the road, holding an apple, was Dusk Flight.

"Come on out!" Dusk called, before taking a bite out of her apple.

Strike looked back at Vapor and Coco as Soarin came running into the room. "You three stay inside. Soarin. Make sure everyone's ready for a fight."

"Got it, ma'am," the stallion said before looking at the cadet. "What about Vapor?"

"She'll be fine," Strike said with a smile. "Vapor?"

"Yes, ma'am?" the newbie asked.

"Look after Coco," Strike said, before turning and walking outside.

"That is one brave mare..." Vapor muttered.

The black mare headed down the front steps of the station before stopping.

Dusk smiled and held out her arms, T-posing with her palms facing forward. "There you are! You told me to come and get it!"

"Are you insane?!" Midnight Strike called back. "You're attacking a Police Station!"

"Oh, them?" Dusk asked, looking over her shoulder. "They're just protection. Just like your cops are yours! Now, will you be giving me what I want?! I'm very busy, tired, and I have more guns!"

"If we give you the money..." Strike began. "you'll just... leave?!"

"The money?" Dusk asked with a chuckle. "Just the money?! No... I want that mare who made me come down here!"

The Assistant Chief shook her head. "No fuckin' way! You're not touching her!"

The midnight blue mare shook her head and pulled out her gun. "There's a fact you cops always forget! There's always more civilians than you! If you refuse, there's a very good chance you'll all die!"

Strike hesitated before taking a step forward. "I would like to avoid a firefight! Maybe we can negotiate?!"

Dusk hesitated before scoffing. "Oh, wow... Negotiate? Okay... I'll negotiate! On one condition!"

"What?" Strike called.

"That mare joins us!" Dusk said with a grin. "I'd like to meet her!"

"I already said no!"

"I just wanna meet her!" Dusk insisted. "I wanna meet the mare who dragged me out here like this! The mare who caused all these guns to be pointed at you! Bring her out here... and we can negotiate!"

Midnight Strike let out a low growl before looking over her shoulder. Sighing in defeat, she made her way back to the front door. Opening it, she stuck her head inside. "Uh... Coco needs to... come out here..."

"We heard, but..." Vapor said, looking rather nervous. "are you sure we can trust her?"

"If not, she's ready to hit us with a barrage of bullets I don't think we'll survive," Strike explained. "But, I'll leave the decision up to Coco."

The cream-colored mare hesitated, shaking in fear. "This is what I get for working late..."

"It's okay," Vapor said, leaning in close. "Just walk out there. If she wanted to hurt you, I doubt she'd be waiting outside."

"Wh-What if she tries to take me?" Coco whimpered.

"I already refused," Strike said with a smile. "She just wants to meet you."

Coco looked over at the strong-looking black mare. "O... O-Okay..." she said, still trembling as she slowly made her way towards the door.

Outside, Dusk took a bite of her apple, chewing and swallowing before she saw the cop bring the scared mare outside. "Ah, there she is! The mare!"

Coco whimpered some more and stayed close to the Assistant Chief as they made their way down the stairs, towards the Nightcrawler leader. This time, Midnight Strike walked all the way towards the middle of the road. When they stopped, Dusk's eyes fell on the cream mare. Staring at her, she raised the apple to her mouth and took another bite. As she chewed, she approached them.

"Back away," she said, shaking her gun at Strike.

The black mare eyed Coco, giving her a reassuring smile before taking a couple steps back. Dusk then began to circle the earth pony as she swallowed the apple in her mouth. "So... What's your name? And, don't try to lie to me..."

"U-Uh... Coco..." the mare responded. "Coco Pommel..."

"Mmm... Coco, huh?" Dusk asked, eyeing the mare up and down before she stood in front of her. "You certainly look tasty enough... Wanna know something cool?" She asked, leaning in close.

"Wh-What?" The frightened mare whimpered with a blush.

"I could fuck you right here and no one would try to stop me..." Dusk cooed darkly, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Know why? 'Cause I have all the guns..." she sang, breathing into Coco's ear. "Wanna know why I picked the name Nightcrawler?"

Coco had tears in her eyes as she let out a soft squeak. "Wh-Why?"

"My gang is spread out all over the city, leading normal lives, blending in with society... Then, at night, I own them. They will come when I call. Think about it... I have eyes and ears all over this city. Ponies and griffins willing to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Doesn't that just frighten you? Knowing that I can keep track of where you are at all times, if I so wish?"

Coco nodded and sniffled. "I-I'm sorry..." she said, holding back crying. "I-I didn't know..."

"Oh, hey..." Dusk cooed, pulling the mare into a hug, making Strike place her hand on her holstered gun. "Hey, shhh... It's okay..." the midnight blue mare cooed gently, stroking Coco's hair. "It's okay, because Midnight Strike's gonna give it back, right?" She asked, looking at the black mare. "Also, there's... something else I'd like... to remember dear Coco by..."

The cream-colored mare sniffled again. "Wh-What do you want?"

Dusk smirked and pulled back, keeping her hands on the mare's shoulders. "I'd like... a kiss."

Coco's eyes went wide and her face turned red. "Wh... What?"

"A kiss," the gang leader repeated, placing a finger under Coco's chin. "With tongue. Do that, and I'll take my money and leave."

The fashion designer looked at Strike and then back at the Police Station. All those cops. She could save them with one simple kiss. With tongue. It's not like she had to get naked or engage in sex with the mare. Just a kiss. Looking at Dusk, she took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. "Fine... I'll do it."

"Oh, joy," Dusk cooed, placing her hands on Coco's hips, pulling her close. "Come here," she said, kissing the mare.

Coco hesitated for a second out of embarrassment before kissing back. When she felt the mare's tongue enter her mouth, she did the same, their tongues rubbing up against each other as they made out. It wasn't long before Dusk pulled away, licking her lips.

"Mmm..." she sighed. "You taste good." She then eyed Strike. "Go get my money so I can leave." She went back to kiss Coco again, stopping when she saw the cop hadn't moved. "The longer you take, the longer Coco stays with me," she said, before kissing the mare again.

Strike watched as Coco returned the kiss, before turning and heading back to the station. Opening the door, she stepped halfway in. "Get me the money."

Vapor nodded and picked up the bag, carrying it over to the black mare. "How's Coco?"

Strike blushed lightly. "Um... Better than expected," she said, before heading back down the stairs, carrying the money over to the kissing mares. "Dusk, I have your--"

She was interrupted when Dusk held up a finger to silence her. Letting out a loud moan and a loud suck, the midnight blue mare broke the kiss and sighed heavily. "Shit, now I'm horny," she said, looking rather turned on. "Mmm... Gimme," she said, holding her hand out. Midnight Strike gave her the bag before gently pulling Coco away. "Let's see..." Dusk said, opening the bag to check. "Ah, good... Now, I can finally get some sleep."

All Coco could taste was the mare's tongue. She knew she should be disgusted by it but she couldn't help but feel happy that she finally experienced her first kiss. She just wish it hadn't been with such a horrible mare. At least she still had her virginity.

Dusk left them and headed towards a black car parked behind the line of vans. Fray was leaning against the car, waiting with a frustrated look on her face. The blue mare noticed her frustration and smiled. "Oh, don't be so jealous..." she cooed. "I need some help getting off, after all..." she cooed, passing her the money. "You're a better kisser anyways..."

Fray smiled and took the money. "Thank you, ma'am. I am honored to be your go-to mare."

"I'm sure you are," Dusk replied with a wink before heading to her own car. Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number and placed it to her ear. "Wait until Fray and I leave... then pull back. If they follow, then shoot them."

Midnight Strike brought Coco back inside where Vapor ran over to hug her.

"Are you okay?" The white mare asked.

Coco nodded with a sniffle. "It wasn't so bad... She was just... intimidating..."

"We need to place her under witness protection, or something," Soarin said. "She's in danger now."

Strike sighed and crossed her arms. "You're right. Would you like to escort her around? Make sure she stays safe until all this dies down?"

Soarin looked over at Coco. "Is that all right with you?" He asked.

The cream mare smiled and nodded. "I would feel safer having a cop around."

"Then, it's settled," Strike said. "Soarin. Your new job is guarding Coco until we stop Dusk Flight and her Nightcrawlers. Why don't you take Vapor with you? She seems ready for some real action. Besides, you're still training her."

The stallion eyed Vapor with a smile before looking at Strike again. "Makes sense."

"Ma'am!" High Winds said, running over to them. "They're leaving. Should we follow?"

Strike thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No. Not after seeing how much firepower she has. We need to proceed carefully. Investigate who could be part of her gang and take them down one-by-one. I'll give Chief Masquerade a call, fill her in on the situation."

Soarin walked up to Coco and Vapor with a light smile. "Shall we take you home? I'm sure you'd like to rest."

"I can't believe I get some real work on my first night," Vapor said with a wide smile.

"As she said, I'm still training you," Soarin explained. "Besides, when I need rest, I need another to stay up. Then, when you sleep, I can stay awake."

"That's perfect," Coco said with a smile. "I have a spare bedroom. You can take turns using it."

"Sounds like a plan," Vapor replied.

"Well, then let's go," Soarin said, motioning for them to follow as he headed towards the front door. "We'll follow you home."

Midnight Strike watched them leave with a sigh. "Poor girl... She doesn't deserve this..."

"True," High Winds agreed. "Though, she does have two good cops with her."

Strike smiled. "Yeah... Vapor's going to be amazing, I can already tell. Now, let's check in on everyone. Get everything back to working order so I can call the Chief. A lot to go over..."

Dusk Flight slammed Fray against the door to her room, the two furiously kissing while their tongues danced all over each other. Both moaned deeply as Fray fumbled for the doorknob. Opening the door, the two headed inside, keeping the kiss going. Not even bothering for the light switch, Dusk kicked the door shut before pushing Fray onto the bed. Climbing atop her, she leaned in and resumed kissing her.

Fray placed her hands on the mare's waist, feeling her bare skin. She then smiled when Dusk pulled back slightly. "Mmm... So, what do you plan to do about that mare?"

"Coco?" Asked Dusk. "I sort of want her as a pet. Though, I need to stay focused on my Manehattan Project... Coco is secondary, unless she interferes."

"If you really want her," Fray said. "I'll nab her for you so you can concentrate on your Project."

Dusk smiled and leaned in, nuzzling Fray's nose. "Oh, you always know what to say," she said, leaning in to kiss the mare's neck, giving it a love bite. "Then, that'll be your new task. Get Coco. Kill any who get in your way..."