Spike's Big Case

The slave laid within the darkness caused by the blindfold she wore around her head. The slave had no idea where she was, only that she was moving. She knew that her arms were tied up above her head, making it impossible for her to lower them. Not that she ever would since she had been ordered to keep them there and without the order to lower them the slave would dutifully continue to follow orders. The other order that the slave was still following was to keep her legs bent and spread apart so that her knees almost touched her ribs. Not a scrap of clothing adorned her fur as a lowly, nameless slave like her was not permitted to wear such things. No, the leather collar around her neck with a large O ring in the middle was all that she was allowed to wear. In fact, it had been deemed a privilege by her trainers/masters that she be allowed to receive the nipple and clit piercings she had.

The slave’s heart pounds a bit faster, perhaps faster than when she was servicing her two masters. Tonight, she had been told, she would be meeting her forever master. What he looked like or how he treated her mattered little to the slave for she had been taught that such thoughts were above her station. She existed to serve her master, to do what he said without question no matter what it was. Who she was before her masters found her no longer existed. This slave was the only thing that existed within this body. The perfect body and mind to serve her master.

Perhaps, the slave’s new master would even give her a name. Oh, but such dreams were too much for this slave. She knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up.

Instead of dreaming, the slave knew her focus should be on pleasing her master. It had been taught that a slave that failed to do that was worthless. Worthless slaves were not needed. Things that were not needed were thrown away. The last thing any slave would ever want, no matter how badly they were being treated, was to be thrown away. This was taught to her by her masters during her training.

Spike flicked on the light switch with his tail as he entered his apartment, the mail in his clawed hand being tossed over onto the nearby kitchen counter. Like all buildings located within Dragon Town Fillydelphia, everything looked like it had been chiseled out from a single large stone and carved to look more like the buildings surrounding the dragon settlement. A single table, counter space, a couch, and even the bed in his bedroom were all a part of the building’s whole, making it nearly impossible for him to truly make it his own. The only thing he had been able to do since moving here was add cushions for the couch, a mattress on the bed, and pillows here and there to make things more comfortable. At least back at the Castle of Friendship the furniture hadn’t been fused to the ground!

Sighing a little to himself, the eighteen year old opened the nearby closet door and began to unbutton his police uniform. There was a note of pride Spike held with his uniform, being the first dragon officer in the city. That was mainly due to the past treatment of dragons in the city. While they had been allowed to live within Equestria, the dragons of Dragon Town had been scapegoats for years. Usually they were the first suspects whenever a suspicious fire broke out or when a jewelry store was robbed. It was because of that sort of stuff going on that Spike had decided to move here when he was able, to help improve dragon rights and image while at the same time learning more about being a proper dragon. In the end, his path had brought him to this point, working side by side with the police as one of them.

As the buttons continued to be undone, Spike turned to look at the mirror attached to the door to see that it reflected him perfectly showing off his new form. Gone were the days when he was a pudgy, wingless dragon. Now he was at least a head’s height taller than most ponies around him, with large wings whose tips touched the back of his feet. His build was muscular but still somewhat slender, compacting all of his dragon might so that he could tear down a wall with zero effort using the back of his hand. The green scaly fin on the top of his head had become long and razor sharp making anypony foolish enough to get into a head butting contest with his a poor time. His scales had also become stronger, able to resist most blasts from common unicorns.

Perhaps it was because of these traits that made him a useful addition to the Fillydelphia police force. No other pony could fly, breath fire, was almost immune to all magic, and was super strong. Since joining the force, Spike had been on several assignments that had turned ugly with unicorns trying to zap every officer they could or pegasi using hand held thunder clouds to zap lightning at them. Everypony who was there at the time was willing to admit that if Spike hadn’t been there then there would have been more injuries. Even the chief had said to reporters how glad they were to have an officer like him. He had two awards to his credit, a remarkable feat for someone so young on the force, yet they had not been put up yet. Instead they laid there at the bottom of his closet in a small box. Still, there was a long way for him to go to improving the images of dragons everywhere. There were still times when the other officers said he was ‘one of the good ones’ or words of a similar effect.

Thinking about this caused Spike to pause for a moment as he turned to look at the mail. It was the briefest of glances, but he could tell that none of them was from Ponyville. Most of the news he got came from Scootaloo who was the only remaining member of the CMC still in Ponyville. It was from her that he had learned that Pip had turned the family bar into a strip club. When he had first heard this, his first reaction was to think it a joke. Well, until he saw the ads for the place in the papers. As for the talk that the small stallion had gotten married, that was still hard to believe. Rumble seemed to be doing better these days, or at least that’s what Scootaloo implied in her letters. A few times Scootaloo had mentioned that Diamond Tiara was still in Luna’s Academy, but other than that she had no idea what was going on with her. Her boss, Filthy Rich, didn’t talk about her as much anymore.

“Maybe I should go visit them for a while,” muttered Spike as he fumbled with the last button. It had been so long since he had been in the small town where everypony knew your name. A place with so little crime but so many disasters. It might be good for him to see all of his old friends again, even for a little bit. He’d love to see how Twilight was doing at least. From the mail he got from her, she was getting ready to officially start her own herd. Something that was long overdue in his humble opinion. Spike had known Twilight was in a relationship with Sunset Shimmer and Flash Sentry for a while now, but just how carnal it had become had been kept secret from the majority of the country. Well, until recently. Perhaps he could go and ask her-

Just as Spike was about to take his shirt off, a sudden noise from outside caught his attention. Frowning, the adult dragon crossed the room to look out the window. There he saw that the streets were now dark, most of the lights from the surrounding buildings had been turned off due to the lateness of the hour. Even the call drakes were off the street since there was no dragon to entice with the promise of sex.

For a moment, Spike began to believe that it hadn’t been anything serious. Maybe a cat knocking over a trashcan or perhaps it was just his imagination from working so much. As he pulled away, however, his eyes spotting something down the street past in apartment complex. It was a carriage pulled by two ponies. Narrowing his eyes a bit, Spike could almost make out some of the spiraling engraving on the carriage which were normally found on some of the more elite styles out there. This was very odd to say the least. Spike had lived in Dragon Town for years now and he knew that ponies very rarely if ever entered the area even during the day. Nor had he even seen a member of the elite enter their section of the city. The closest to the elite was the mayor and she didn’t have a carriage that even came close to what he was seeing now.

What started off as odd quickly became downright suspicious as the carriage made a sharp turn into a building not too far from him. A building he knew was vacant at the moment, having gone past it a few times. He remembered not too long ago Rarity had stopped by to get his opinion on the place since she had thought about starting up a store there to supply dragons with some of her designs. Spike had discouraged her from the idea since most dragons would think that she was just trying to steal the business of other dragons and thus they would avoid her. Not to mention the ‘condemned’ sign plastered on the wall. Spike had no idea what was wrong with the place, but he was sure that it would take a mountain of bits just to bring it up to code. So it was very surprising for the dragon to see one of the ponies pulling the carriage to unhook himself before opening a large doorway meant for larger dragons. Eyes widening, Spike watched the carriage enter the building.

Pulling himself away from the window, Spike wondered what he should do. He could contact the police himself and let those on duty handle it. But there was the chance that something might keep them from coming. If there was a robbery or something going on elsewhere, the police wouldn’t look into a minor case like trespassing no matter how odd it might seem. Plus, without the carriage license plate number there was no way to get an idea on how serious this might be.

Frowning, Spike began to button up his shirt again as he searched for a pen and paper. After locating the items, he quickly scribbled out a note for the station. He described what he had seen, where it was, and that he was going to keep an eye on the situation until the others got there. Without bothering to read it over Spike spat out enough green flame to envelop the paper while focusing on the police station. The paper turned to dust in his claws before flying out into the night, searching for the target destination. Satisfied with this, Spike left his apartment without bothering to turn off the light.

At the same time, a greenish grey coated unicorn stallion sat within his carriage while his magic held a handkerchief over his nose. Dressed like he had just returned from a country club, with a fine silk shirt and a sweater draped across his back with black pants, he spared a glance at the outside only to look away in revulsion. The meeting place this time was far below his normal standards. In the past those chosen locations were at least somewhat presentable with a tolerable smell to them. Yet the air that had entered his carriage was dank and would normally be found in places those earth pony mongrels would enjoy. All around him was hideously cracked and chipped stone, reminding him of caves, with pools of a green liquid sprinkled around the place. A hand reached to touch his carefully parted black mane, wishing he had brought a hat of some kind in order to protect it.

Slowly the carriage began to turn so that it was now side by side another one. No, that wasn’t quite right. While Jet Set had purchased his carriage from one of the finest, most respectable carriage dealerships in all of Canterlot the one besides him was more of a covered wagon. A wagon that looked like it had been put together at the dump, for there were large steel tubes coming out of it as well as metal containers at the top. The wheels looked like they had been patched together with both steel and wood. The owners of this wagon had tried to hide some of the more…repulsiveness of their ride with outlandish signs. However, nothing could distract from the fact that it was an eye sore from beginning to end. Why they choose to continue to use such a thing was beyond somepony like Jet Set since they were racking in the bits with this little endeavor. Surely they had enough to produce a better ride.

With the desire to get this over with, Jet Set exited his ride. When his hoof touched the stone floor he had to fight the desire to shutter in disgust. Turning his head, he noticed an opening at the opposite end of the building. Probably the way they came in. There was no time to ponder that thought as the doors to the back of the wagon opened, revealing his partners.

“Well, dear brother of mine, it seems like our friend has arrived,” said Flim in his usual fast paced speak as he walked towards Jet set with a grin on his face. Dressed in the same white and blue striped shirt as always with matching white pants, the red and white maned unicorn strode about with confidence that seemed above his station.

“How grand, how grand,” cried Flam who looked almost identical to Flim but with a mustache. “We were beginning to think you had gotten cold hooves, my dear stallion.”

“It took a considerable amount of effort for me to get here without being seen,” stated Jet Set coldly, not bothering to lower his handkerchief to talk to them. Such manners were not given to ponies like these. “We normally met at the docks for these exchanges. Why move it here, in a den of dragons?”

“Such a sad tale my dear friend,” said Flim as his face morphed into sadness. “It would appear that our fine pair of ruling sisters have found out about our operations. Or at the very least have become aware of it. A pity, I’m sure you’ll agree.”

“Thankfully the buyer who got caught has not been willing to point fingers just yet,” said Flam. “So, to be on the safe side my friend, we thought it would be better to move our operation away from prying eyes.”

Jet Set let out a sigh, well aware of the disaster at the Hanging City. Things had been going so well for the right kind of ponies for some time, in his humble opinion. Unicorns had been slowly taking back their rightful place as the rulers of all ponykind. The Mining Safety Committee was being run by true leaders: unicorns. What few nobles out there that were not of the proud tribe of spell casters were being slowly replaced. Beyond the prices of some metal going up for some reason, things looked like they were going smoothly. So why did Princess Celestia need to poke her nose into it and then remove three of the Dukes there? He could understand why Prince Blueblood supported this. The Prince had fallen from grace for some time now, going to strip clubs and lusting after non-unicorns. Now he was fawning after a bat winged whore, trying to impress her by giving her the title of Duchess in the hopes that she would return his misguided affection. More than once the two of them had been seen at government functions and fundraisers. Judging by the way she looked at him, it was clear to Jet that she planned to sleep her way to the top. Sickening really. As for the princess, he still had no idea what prompted her to look into things like that.

Whatever the reason, the results spoke for themselves. The three unicorn Dukes of the Hanging City had been arrested along with many others in various positions within the government. While he had no idea what the others had done, he did know that one of them had been an important customer of theirs. Most likely Princess Celestia had either found the dead bodies of the mares or had found them still alive because that fool couldn’t dispose of them fast enough. This was merely speculation on their part. Word had spread that the Dukes had been removed, but for what crimes still had not yet been made public. If Jet had to guess the crown might be trying to trick them, make them think that they weren’t on to them.

“I am aware,” stated Jet Set coldly. “A plan is already in motion to make sure that he never gets a chance to tell anypony about us. It will sadly cost me a mountain of bits to do this. However, given the circumstances, it’s for the best. We’ll just need to start increasing the production or raise the prices to cover our losses. Now, for the new product. Is it ready? I have a buyer in Canterlot who is expecting our best.”

Flim and Flam spared a looked at each other before turning to look at Jet Set, both stallions grinning with pride. They said not a word, only lighting their horns in unison so that the latch at the back of their wagon opened up. Slowly, a long black create with several holes in it was levitated out into the open where it then landed softly before the three. Jet stared at the box looking remarkable like many he had seen before, each one holding a slave that they had trained. Yet there was something in the air that was causing his heart to beat faster. Perhaps this was due to the additional flare the brothers were putting into this reveal. Normally the crates would have been pulled out already or they would have been taken out in a more mechanical manner. This time, they seemed to be reveling in this latest capture and conquest. As if this was their finest work. Excited to show what they had created.

With a flick of their horns, the locks on the side of the crates were undone followed by its top being removed. What Jet Set saw almost took his breath away. Like many of the other mares who had been transformed into top notch slaves; plumper, fuller breasts along with a figure that looked well toned while at the same time being neither too fat or too skinned. Her white coat looked pristine, lacking any visible marks as she laid there with her arms held up and tied together. Her thick nipples had been adorned with hoop style rings that he could easily put a finger through to pull it if he should so desire. As her blindfold was removed via magic the look she gave him held eyes that said she wanted him with her lips slightly parnted as if to silently beg. Looking downward, Jet saw that her cunt folds were slightly wet to invite his rod to take her at that very moment as well as another ring on her clit. Jet Set knew that just like all of the other slaves brought before him that her cunt would always remain nicely snug for him no matter how many times she had been used. He didn’t even need to get a good look at her ass to know that as well had been altered to perfection. The slave’s bonds were undone as Flim ordered the creature to greet him properly. Without missing a beat the nameless slave quickly got into position, getting onto her hooves but keeping her legs bent while still spread apart and leaning backwards a bit with both arms behind her back. Like this her breasts were in the air and her pussy was visible.

“Greeting my master,” she said in a melody like voice, causing Jet’s already hardened cock to twitch. “How may I serve you?” For a moment, Jet said nothing as he stared at her. She sounded ready to him but he desired to try her out a bit. So without any warning he stuck his hoof out so that it brushed up against her moist passage earning a slight gasp. A small smirk crossed his lips as he slowly began to grind the side of his hoof against her folds.

“What is your name slave?” he demanded as he watched her chest rise and fall due to her panting.

“Whatever you wish it to be, my master,” panted the slave, cheeks turning red but never taking her eyes off of him. Good.

“Your name is Cunt until told otherwise,” said Jet as he pulled his hoof away. “Do you understand?”

“Cunt understands,” replied Cunt. “Cunt wishes to please her master.”

“Get on your knees,” commanded Jet at once. As she did so, Jet undid the belt around his waist followed by unzipping his pants. Within a second, the material was around his legs as Cunt stared dreamily at his cockflesh. “You seem to know how to talk, but let us see what else you can do with that mouth. Suck it Cunt!” Cunt wasted no time in complying. One moment Jet’s cock was out in the open and the next it was surrounded by the warmth of her mouth. With her arms still behind her back Cunt began to move like crazy, bobbing her head back and forth so fast that her tits flung about. Loudly she sucked on his member as if she were dying of thirst, his cock being her only salvation.

“She,” began Jet only to be interrupted by his own moan. Cunt had just pressed her tongue at the bottom of his shaft to help with the stimulation. With each bob of her head, the stallion could feel it caress him perfectly. “Is skilled.”

“Naturally,” said Flim as he put both thumbs underneath his vest, pushing it out a bit as he spoke. “We put this one through the ringer. She’ll obey any command given without hesitation. Do you wish to fuck her ass? Why she’ll take it lubed or unlubed. Ever wanted your ass crack licked but your wife refuses? Well not to worry my friend for this little slave here will do it. She’ll play the part of a lover when ordered to. She’ll take any beating you give her and then treat her own wounds. Why, you can even knock her up and she’ll do with her foal whatever you want. Keep it and train it to be another slave or simply get rid of it. This slave here will do it all with a smile!”

Jet let out another groan as he felt his orgasm getting nearer. “Well, I’m tempted to keep this bitch for myself. Wish I knew the spell or potion you two used to break them.”

“A spell?” exclaimed Flam as he did a mock faint. “Surely you jest my dear fellow. Spells can ware off or be broken. While it is true that we inject certain potions into their bodies to mold them into what we wish, doing the same with the mind can have some less than pleasant long term results. No, in order to break them and remake them into the ideal sex slave they have to be broken to old fashioned way. Which is why we created the Slave Maker 4000!”

“A long and lengthy progress to be sure,” continued Flim as he moved behind Jet Set. “I will not be getting into the specifics of how we do it. Just know that in a month or two, most mares have completely forgotten who they were and exist just to serve their master. Even right now, as we are talking about it, Cunt here barely even registers it. It would take years to have any hope of undoing what we have done. A grueling process that no pony in their right mind would dare take for these pitiful creatures that we found.”

Jet Set grunted as he grabbed the back of Cunt’s head, holding her in place as his seed shot into her mouth. To the slave’s credit, she greedily lapped it down while imitating a purring noise of pleasure that vibrated along his member. Oh yes, this was a fine slave. Perhaps he would keep her after all. He had yet to get a slave for himself for his wife didn’t know about this part of his business. Then again, he could have her trained by these two while he enjoyed the pleasures this mare brought him.

As Cunt licked his dick clean, Jet began to image how wonderful it would be. Sending away that frigid ball and chain away so that she could become a horny, obedient minx in bed. If ponies asked where she was, he could tell them that she was undergoing plastic surgery. Nopony would doubt it after they saw the final results. He could then order her to go about her daily routine while in the public eye for a bit before having her tell people she was going to just stay home with their wealth. Then Jet could spend all his time with two sexually charged slaves, making them do whatever he wanted them to do. He could see it now, two mares taking turns sucking on his dick as they shook their flanks side to side. Doing a little mother/daughter play just for him before fucking their brains out. Then, when it looked like their age was finally catching up with them he could just knock them up until they produced fillies that would be raised as the next generation of slaves.

A sudden clang made Jet Set jump. Quickly he turned to look towards the doorway he had just came through, expecting a mountain of police officers. Thankfully there was nopony there. Still he trembled as he began to pull up his pants.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!” screamed a voice from the wagon followed by a pinkish red light. “JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY CLAWS ON YOU!”

“What was that?” asked Jet as he zipped up the zipper. “Another unicorn? Doesn’t seem to be well trained.”

“Oh no,” chuckled Flam as he walked over to the wagon. With the utmost confidence, he leaned against it with his arms folded. While his mustache hid most of it, Jet could see the smirk he held. “Just something we picked up recently. A new venture for those who desire something more exotic.” With that said, Flam’s horn lit up. This time, there was no grace or build up as a creature was tossed out of the wagon where it rolled around in the dirt for a moment.

Seeing this creature caused Jet’s eyes to widen. Arms and legs bound by heavy chains which glowed green with runic magic, there laid a dragoness. Her blue scaled form was a more athletic build, slender with smaller breasts that would charitably be considered A-cup. On the side of her head were curved horns that pointed outwards. Furiously she struggled with her bounds, trying hard to flap her wings as she spat out flames wildly like the savage creature she was.

“You’re going to turn dragons into slaves?” asked Jet in amazement. As he spoke the dragon stopped struggling, looking around her as if for the first time.

“That indeed is the plan,” said Flim. “Caught this one not too long ago. A daring episode which-”

“Daring?” interrupted the dragoness. “Hardly. You cowards snuck up on me while I was bathing in a hot spring and hit me upside the fucking head! I bet you losers used your magic to do it so you didn’t have to get to close!”

As Flim’s cheeks turned scarlet, Flam stepped forward with a chuckle. “On to the business then. Yes, we believe we can break dragons using our methods. That as well as many other creatures that we can find. There is sure to be a market for this. If not here then Saddle Arabia were they will pay top gold. Already looking into a few other races at this moment like the zebra or the griffons.”

“Just think of it, brother of mine,” said Flim as he looked more in control of himself. “One of the reasons our production has been so slow is that we have to be sure of the material we use. Mares who are living alone, far from friends and family so that it will be some time before they are noticed. By leaving Equestria to find such material, we can save ourselves some of the headaches as we cross the border before they are aware we have taken anything! All we have to do is-”

At that moment, a slamming noise that nopony there could ignore caused all three of them to freeze in their place. Less than a heartbeat later, they heard a voice roar “POLICE” which echoed in every direction. Those there did not bother looking at each other or ask what to do. Instead they ran to their rides, escape and survival being their top priority. Jet Set didn’t even order Cunt to follow him or anything. He just left her there kneeling on the floor as well as the blue dragon bitch. He did not need their extra weight slowing them down nor did he need them in his carriage if he got caught. The same thoughts were probably running through the twin unicorn’s minds as they too boarded their wagon and made for the open escape with Jet Set following right behind.

Spike cursed under his breath as he made his way through the abandoned building while the two carriages sped away. This was not how he had wanted this all to go down, not in the slightest. He had managed to sneak in without any of the ponies inside becoming aware of his presence with the intent of acting as a witness to their dealings. Once the police showed up he could lead them to the criminals right away. He had also hoped that he could have gotten a better look at them or even heard some of their names. While the voices sounded eerily familiar, he couldn’t quite place them nor had he been able to see their faces from where he hid.

What he had been able to do was hear every word they said. Since the moment he got there, Spike had to stomach every word that was spoken as he clenched his claws to the point where he feared he might draw blood in order to prevent himself from charging in. Eventually, it just became too much for him. As his vision began to turn red, he roared a single word that caused his targets to run before his backup could hopefully get there. Maybe if he had been a more seasoned officer or had somepony there to help him keep his focus as to look at the bigger picture he might have been able to stand his ground and wait for the right moment. Then they would have been able to put these monsters away for good.

As Spike made his way to the place where they had been standing, he noticed that there were two figures still there. This perked up the dragon. Whoever had been here had left behind some of their victims. This meant that they would be able to get them to a hospital, get them help and reunite them with their families before questioning them on their captors. They might be able to shed some light on who had taken them and where they had been held. That-

“Greetings,” said one of the voices that was eerily familiar to the dragon. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open in utter disbelief as Sweetie Belle remained in a kneeling position with a sultry smile on her face. It was as if she had not noticed what had been happening around her. “Are you the one to become Cunt’s new master? I promise to serve you until the day I die.”

Spike’s mouth open and closed several times, no sound coming out of it as he looked between the filly he used to know and the dragoness who lied on the ground staring back at him. His heart began to race as he saw what they had done to her. He knew he had to call this in, that it was his duty as a police officer. To grab the pen and paper he had brought with him, write a note, and send it to the station. But something in Spike caused him to freeze. Sweetie Belle was Rarity’s sister. As such, finding the ponies who had done this to her would be a top priority of the government given everything Rarity and the others had done for Equestria. But it would be spread across every paper. Everypony would know about what happened to her, it would be next to impossible to cover up. Even after all was said and done, she might not be able to handle this! No, he couldn’t think like that! That was stupid, idiotic thinking! He had to set aside his personal feelings and do the right thing.

“Hey,” said the dragoness suddenly, causing Spike’s head to jerk. It was hard for him not to think how attractive she was, even through he knew this wasn’t the time to be thinking of such things! “Don’t let them see me like this,” she said, her voice almost begging.