Coco opened the door to her apartment, leading the two cops in. Soarin and Vapor were both wearing normal clothes, instead of their officer uniforms. Vapor wore a sleeveless, white tank top and blue shorts while Soarin wore long jeans, a blue t-shirt, and black jacket. Both were carrying a small bag of clothes.

"So, I only have one spare bedroom I've been using to store clothes I've designed," Coco says with a small blush, turning to face them. "Um... I think there's a sleeping bag in the closet..."

"She can have the bed," Soarin said as he stretched his arms above his head. "I'll take the bag."

"Oh, a real gentlecolt," Vapor said with a giggle.

"It's not that," the stallion said with a light blush of his own. "I've just always been a fan of camping. Did it a lot growing up."

Vapor gave him a nod. "I understand. Thank you."

Coco eyed the two of them before heading towards her own room. "This is my room. Did you bring your own clothes?" She asked, looking back at them with her hand on the knob. Both visitors held up their bag with a smile. Coco smiled back before slipping into her room and closing the door.

"Poor thing," Vapor sighed. "She was put through a lot tonight..."

"Yeah," Soarin agreed, looking over at the spare bedroom. "Well... Shall we?"

The mare smiled and nodded, following the stallion to the bedroom.

Meanwhille, Across The City...

A restaurant was busy with customers and the waiters and waitresses were busy helping send out orders. There were two mares at the front door, waiting to greet new arrivals. They then noticed the silhouette of two familiar mares through the stained-glass window in the doors. As their voices became louder, the mares rushed to greet them and quickly opened the doors.

One was a purple mare with curly lime green hair and was sporting a nice D-cup. The other was a an orange unicorn mare with a spiky white ponytail and B-cups. Both wore red suits and black dress shoes while the orange mare also wore knee-high white socks and small rectangular glasses.

“Miss Shrill. Miss Trill. Welcome,” both mares said with a light bow of respect.

The orange mare took a step forward and looked around, adjusting her glasses on her nose. “Where is he?” She asked calmly.

The greeters pointed towards a booth near the back that had a single copper-colored stallion sitting at it. The orange and purple mares casually made their way past tables and booths, getting looks of nervousness from the customers. It was as if they knew what the two were doing but also knew it was best to keep their head down and ignore them.

They made their way towards the lone stallion before Shrill put her left hand on the table and leaned in, making the stallion jump. “Are these seats taken, Trek?” She asked with a smirk.

“They don’t appear to be, sister,” the orange unicorn said as she took a seat across from the stallion. “After all, who would sit with scum like him?”

“Fair point, dear Trill,” Shrill cooed, sitting beside him and trapping him between her and the wall. “I could smell his foul stench across the restaurant.”

“Hey, Shrill. Trill,” the copper stallion said nervously. “I want you to know, I... I didn’t mean it... What I said... I-I was drunk...”

"Didn't mean it?" Shrill asked, resting her elbow on the table and her cheek on her fist. "Don't you know that everyone's deepest darkest secrets come out when they're drunk? Know why?"

"Because, you'd be too incoherent to come up with a lie," Trill answered.

"What was it you called us, again?" The purple mare asked with a smirk.

Trill adjusted her glasses again. "I believe he called us pompous incestuous cunts."

"Oooh, sister, such language," Shrill cooed.

Trill crossed her arms. "I may have to wash my own mouth out."

"I may help you."

"L-Look, it was a mistake," Trek said, sweating nervously.

"Hand on the table," the purple mare cooed. "For your punishment."

The stallion watched Trill pick up one of the knives on the table before looking at Shrill. "P-Please, don't--"

"Hand... on the table," the purple mare growled. "Don't make me force you. You know how much I hate touching uncontrollable and pathetic trash like you. I'd have to bathe for hours just to get the feeling to wash away."

"I may help you," Trill said with a smile.

The stallion hesitated before slowly placing his hand on the table. "A-Alright..."

"Good boy, Trek..." Shrill cooed into his ear, before eyeing her sister. "He's ready..."

Trill smirked and held the knife with the pointy end down. She then stabbed the table between the stallion's index and middle fingers. Smile growing wider, she began tapping the spaces between his fingers at a steady pace, just missing his skin each time. Trek bit his lip as he watched the orange mare speed up.

Suddenly, Shrill bumped him, causing his hand to slip and get stabbed with the knife. He didn’t have much time to scream before the purple mare pulled out a gun and shot him in the side of the head. As blood splattered the wall, the sound of conversation died down for a brief moment before resuming.

“You didn’t get any blood on you, did you?” Shrill asked.

“A little hit my face, sister.”

Shrill let out a soft gasp and stood up, holding out her hand. “Let’s go wash it off,” she said as she put her gun away.

Soarin left the bathroom, only wearing boxers and a thin t-shirt. Vapor was in bed and wearing panties and a bra. "Have you gotten over how awkward this is yet?" He asked with a chuckle, seeing her blush.

Vapor shook her head. "No, but... we have a job to do, so... we're going to have to... get used to it."

Soarin smiled and rolled out the sleeping bag. "Very professional of you, Cadet."

Vapor eyed the bed sheets before looking at the stallion again. "I know we're still technically on duty, but... you can call me by name, right?"

The stallion looked over at her and then unzipped the bag. "Sure, Vapor," he replied before sliding into the sack. "We should probably get some sleep. Who knows what'll happen tomorrow?"

Vapor nodded lightly before sliding under the covers so she was buried up to her neck. "Good night, Soarin."

"Night, Vapor," the stallion replied, before they both fell asleep.

Shrill and Trill left the bathroom at the restaurant and made their way past their table with the corpse, heading for the exit when a stallion stood up at his table.

“Um, excuse me?” He asked, holding a magazine and a pen. “I was wondering if I could get an autograph?” On the cover was Shrill and Trill in bathing suits that barely hid anything. They’re sitting back to back with their legs out in front of them. Near them was text that read, “Scanty & Kneesocks’ New Fashion Line!”

The two sisters stop and shoot him a smile. “Of course,” they say in unison, heading to the table.

“Anything for a fan,” Shrill said as she signed her name on the cover over herself.

“Can’t see why not,” Trill said quickly after as she signed the cover as well.

“Thanks,” the stallion said as he took his pen back. “So, are Scanty and Kneesocks your real names?”

“Oh, no,” Shrill replies with a light chuckle. “Those are our model names.”

“I like wearing knee socks,” Trill explains. “And, my sister prefers the more scanty outfits. The nicknames became our model names.”

“Makes sense,” the fan said with a smile. “So... Um... Do you ever plan on going... full nude?”

Shrill gave a wide smirk at that. “Oh, a true pervert, are you? Well, we’ve considered it.”

“But, we like to keep it classy,” Trill chimed in. “It’s a clothing magazine, primarily swimwear and lingerie. Not porn.”

“Although, we could pose nude for the underwear and footwear issues.” Shrill thought aloud as she rubbed her chin with her knuckle. “Tastefully hiding our good bits, of course.”

Trill eyed her before looking at the stallion. “We’ll think about it.”

They then turned and continued back to the exit, the stallion taking his seat and looking over their autographs. When they got to the front, Shrill eyed the greeters.

“Good job,” she said with a light smirk. “You’ve both earned a favor.”

“Thank you,” the two greeters said in unison as they both bowed respectfully, each taking a door handle and opening them up.

Shrill and Trill then left the restaurant, climbing into the back of a limo. The driver was a green stallion with short yellow hair wearing a driver’s uniform. When the sisters took their seat, the limo drove off.

“Always nice seeing our adoring fans, is it not?” Shrill said as she placed her hands on her cheeks.

“Still a shame we had to ruin that nice wall with that stallion’s brains,” Trill sighed. “Our cleanup crew better do a good job getting the blood out.”

“But without risk, there’s no reward,” the purple mare cooed, leaning in close. “And, I’d say the reward justifies the means, does it not?”

“Quite,” the orange mare agreed. “Feels nice to be in control.”

“Now, about that bath,” Shrill sang, lightly running her hand over the orange mare’s chest.

“Patience, dear sister,” Trill chuckled. “We’ll take that bath... when we get home.”

“Then, in the meantime...” Shrill began, before pulling her sister into a kiss.

The orange unicorn rolled her eyes before kissing back. As they got more and more into it, Shrill further inched closer until her breasts pressed up against Trill’s arm.

Trill suddenly pulled away with a light gasp. “Mmm... We really are incestuous, aren’t we?”

“Very,” Shrill answered, before pulling her sister back into a kiss.

Soarin awoke to the sound of Vapor having a nightmare. Sitting up, he looked over to see her tossing and turning. Letting out a sigh, he got up and walked over to her side of the bed. Reaching out, he gently shook her shoulder.

Vapor let out a gasp as her eyes opened wide and she sat up quickly, throwing a punch. Just missing the stallion, she let out another gasp. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Soarin!”

“It’s okay,” he said with a light smile. “You were having a nightmare?”

Vapor nodded. “About that mare who’s after Coco.”

“Right,” The stallion said as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Remember, we need to stay strong and protect Ms. Pommel.”

“It’s my first day in the field, Soarin...” Vapor pointed out.

The officer let out a sigh and nodded. "True, but... you're doing excellent so far."

Vapor laughed softly and blushed a little. "Thank you..."

Soarin gave her a smile before standing up. "You'll do just fine... Now, let's get some sleep," he said, heading back to his sleeping bag.

Vapor watched him climb back in the bag and return to dream land. Thinking over what he said, she smiled, truly believing she was ready for whatever was to come. Laying back down, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Elsewhere...

Shrill and Trill entered their bathroom and the purple mare started to unbutton her uniform. Trill stepped up to her and helped pull her top off and folded it up nicely. After she set it on top of the hamper, Shrill began to undo her top for her. Pulling the shirt off, she folded it and set it with her own. Leaning in, she then began kissing her sister's neck. Trill tilted her head back as their breasts pressed together.

"Nothing feels as good... as being with you..." the orange mare moaned.

Shrill smiled and reached down to gently grip her sister's butt. "I know how you feel. Still, we should think about expanding..."

"Expanding?" Trill asked, her sister moving lower to start kissing her small breasts. "You want to invade Dusk's territory?"

The purple mare gave the dark orange nipple a lick. "You don't think we can win?"

"It's not that..." Trill sighed happily. "We just don't need to draw attention or stir the hornet's nest. As much as I'd love to mobilize our troops and bring total subjugation upon the cops and the Nightcrawlers... there's just no need, dear sister. We have everything we need right here."

Shrill moved up to kiss her sister on the lips before making her sit on the closed toilet seat. Getting to her knees, she started working the orange mare's skirt off. "We still need to ensure the satisfaction and security of our fellow crew and loyal peons."

"True..." the orange mare said as she let her sister remove her panties. "I suppose we could increase our defenses and send a message. Make sure no one dares invade out territory..."

"That's the spirit," Shrill cooed, before she dived between her sister's legs and began eating her out.

Trill moaned out loudly and closed her eyes. "Oh, yes... Just like that..."

Author's Note

Pic Credits:
Shrill and Trill drawn by CrimsonRose97
Character Credits:
Shrill and Trill are based on Scanty and Kneesocks from Panty And Stocking created by Gainax