NOTE: CSI terminology such as MSWs and GSW will have an asterisk (*), or two (**), or more. Look at the bottom of the page to see the definition.
It was night time in the large city of Deadline, located far from Ponyville, on the other side of the Badlands. A bar sat on the corner of 53rd and 8th. Rico's Pub was one of the most popular bar's in Deadline. A place where everypony went to get drunk and hook up... not necessarily at the same time. Three mares were sitting at a bar, laughing and drinking. One was a light blue mare with a red mane. The second was yellow with a light green mane. The third was pink with a magenta mane. The blue mare took another sip of booze, emptying her glass.
"Whoo!" she yelled triumphantly. "Finished another one!" Her friends laughed drunkenly. She turned to the bartender. "Another!" she slurred, slamming the glass down on the counter.
"I think you've had enough." said the colt.
"Liss'n 'ere, you son-uh-a-bitch..." she slurred. "I'll tell you when I had... 'nuff. Now get me some more!"
The colt rolled his eyes as the mares laughed. The bartender slid over another glass of booze.
"Say bye to your health." he said.
"Oh, look at you." said the blue mare, taking the glass. "So serious."
"Just don't drink and drive." said the colt.
"Oh, don't worry. I lost my license."
"For what?"
"Drinking and driving." she said, taking a sip.
"Right. I should've known."
"Don't give me attitude." the mare slurred, slamming the glass down.
"Don't you think it's time you went home?"
"No! I not 'eavin' yet."
"You're so drunk." one of her friends laughed.
"Well, she drank, like, a hundred glasses."
The mare chugged down the entire glass and slammed it down on the counter.
"I'm the booze goddess!" the mare yelled, before collapsing, her head slamming on the bar counter.
"You don't look so good." said the colt. "You should really go home and get some sleep."
The mare looked up at him. "A'ight." she said, lifting her head and getting up from her seat.
"You leavin' already?" asked the pink mare.
"Yeah, I prollaly... should be gettin' buck." She stumbled off her stool and onto the floor. "See ya girls later."
"See ya." her friends laughed, waving good-bye.
"Want me to walk you home?" asked the bartender.
"I got it." said the mare, stumbling away.
The mare stumbled through the bar and tripped through the door. It was dark out now. The only light came from the street lights. The mare stumbled down the sidewalk, muttering to herself. She soon tripped and started to fall, reaching out a hoof and leaning against the corner of the building. She let go to continue walking and started to trip again. Before she could fall, a colt appeared and positioned himself so the mare fell into him.
"You okay?" he asked.
The mare looked up at him. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Little too much to drink?"
"Yeah." she said. "I, uh... Wow. You're pretty good-lookin'."
"Uh... thanks."
"Wanna have a little fun?"
"Fun?" asked the colt. "How so?"
"You know." said the mare, getting close to his face.
Before the colt could speak, the mare pressed her lips against his. The colt started to push away but then decided to let it happen. It wasn't long before the colt felt the mare stick her tongue in his mouth. The two moaned as they backed into a nearby alley. The colt picked the mare up and held her against the side of a building. He then inserted himself into her, causing her to let out a loud moan of pleasure. The mare continued moaning as the colt began thrusting. After a while, the colt suddenly felt like he was going to explode.
"Unh! I... I'm about to..."
"Do it!" yelled the mare. "Fill me up!"
The colt let out a yell as his fluid was released into the mare.
A colt and a mare stepped up to the corpse of the dead mare in the alley.
"Wow, Gnash." said the mare. "Somepony really did a number on her."
The colt knelt down. "They sure did. Look. Cuts run from the forehead down to her neck. But they seem to have dried, meaning they happened a while ago. The neck wound, however, looks more recent."
"She was alive while she was being cut?" asked the mare.
"Yes, Lilly. I'm afraid she was."
"That's horrible."
"More cuts," said Gnash. "run down her forelegs and hind legs as well as MSWs*."
"She wasn't just killed, Gnash." said Lilly. "She was tortured."
"Were there any eyewitnesses?"
The mare shook her head. "No. No pony saw a thing."
Gnash looked at the mare's face.
"She seemed like a nice mare." he said. He slowly leaned in and sniffed. "Interesting."
"What?" asked Lilly.
"She was drunk."
"How can you tell?"
"I can smell booze on her. Isn't there a bar down the street?"
"Yeah." said Lilly. "Rico's Pub."
"We should ask around there first. See if any pony's seen this mare."
"Good idea."
Gnash looked down between the mare's legs. "Well, well, well." he said.
Lilly looked, too. "Is that..."
"Sperm. So our mare had a little fun before dying."
"Possible rape?" asked Lilly.
"Perhaps she was so drunk from the bar that she decided to have sex with the first colt she saw. Unfortunately for her it was the killer. He must've had sex with her and then tortured her."
"That's just sick."
"Another thing that could've happened was she was so vulnerable that she was easily taken advantage of. Probably by some pony who likes to take advantage of drunken mares."
"You think the rapist could've waited outside the pub for her?"
"It's possible. Looks like the bar's a good place to start." Gnash took one last look at the mare before standing up. "Now, let's pay Rico's Pub a visit."
Lilly nodded. The two left the crime scene, heading to the pub.
*MSWs = Multiple Stab Wounds
