Operation: Alicorn

For the first part of her life, she had felt alone. A whole array of caretakers and nannies were no way for a girl to be raised. She was pampered, she was given things, she was loved by her father when he had the time. However, over the years, she had heard that the death of her mother changed him. Whatever warmth was in his veins that remained were there only for Pearl Necklace, his little princess.

Everything else was marketable. Everything else needed to be in order so that the new wave of products could be sold. Pearl was the only love of his life he had left, but she reminded him entirely too much of his departed wife. Obscenely Rich’s heart grew angry, and when he grew angry, he grew vengeful. Even his daughter was collateral damage. However, Pearl proved the stronger.

Now her father was serving time in prison, 25 years with no chance of parole. She visited him three times last year. For her birthday, for his, and for her mother’s birthday. The conversations were surprisingly mild, some business, some pleasure, and some photos of her fiance, who was now her wife.

What pained her the most was that this all stemmed from those three fateful days. Three days that spun her world round and propelled her to becoming the richest pony in northern Equestria, save for royalty.

Royalty. Now it is brought to her attention that she overstepped her bounds in the eyes of one who truly ruled those territories, Ranchtown included. The royalty outside of the Princesses of Day and Night was more reclusive as a whole. With the exception of Celestia’s student, other royal family members prefered to keep to themselves and rule behind closed doors.

However, there were times when they made exceptions. Pearl Necklace now owned a generous portion of Ranchtown, after bartering with Vineyard for a few more blocks of property. Some of them historical landmarks that she felt needed to be preserved and remodeled to proper living conditions.

Not only did this new mysterious entity show up on her radar by literally crashing her wedding, but now something had been stolen from Pearl. How long it had been missing was uncertain. However, now something had to be done.

These three were the answer. Two ponies sat across from her in her office. There was no way to trace this meeting. There were no eyes that could pry, magic or otherwise. The third pony across from Pearl was on a tablet screen pointed toward her.

“You do know who you’re talking to, don’t you, luv?” The green furred, gruff but ruggedly beautiful shark-like pony said as she sat in her gray gym clothes, a sports jersey and shorts. Her accent was thick with Trottingham; the most cockney region, it seemed. “We ain’t the cappies and we ain’t the guard. We certainly ain’t the Wonderbolts.”

“I’d like to join the Wonderbolts!” The blue pegasus beside Sharktooth said.

“Shut up, Verti.” Shark said, and Vertigo only stuck her tongue out. “A jewel heist ain’t exactly what our skills are sharpened with.”

“We did steal back those crates of gold, though.” Vertigo raised her finger. “Or should I say ‘obtained with some force.’”

Shark raised her pointed finger toward Vertigo and nodded. “Bit different, but true, I suppose.”

“And the ambassador’s wedding ring.” Proxy said from the screen, her robotic eye turning pink. “He was so happy.”

“That was a courtesy.” Sharktooth turned her head toward Proxy’s monitor. The semi-cybernetic pegasus was the reason why the radio waves were clear and the cyber security was iron clad. There could be no one looking in on the conversation through any mechanical means.

“Three point five million bits.” Pearl said, stopping all three of the other ponies from conversing further.

“What is that calculation?” Proxy asked from her screen.

“That’s how much it’s worth in material. To me, I would sooner sell my company and all of my stocks than ever part with it.” Pearl picked up a file from her desk and slid it over to Shark, who picked it up and her eyes lit up as she opened the manila envelope. She whistled like a wolf and passed it over to an anxious Vertigo. She had a much more flabbergasted look on her face, but she soon gave it back to Shark to run it into the scanner for Proxy.

The machine worked instantly, pulling it through in a quadruple encrypted message that changed I.P. address five times a second and left no digital signature until it found Proxy’s computer. All of that was done in three seconds. The file was brought up to her computer and her eyes reacted, the light-up eyeball turning blue as she calculated it.

“Oh, my deepest condolences.” Proxy looked toward Pearl, who raised her hand slightly in thanks with a nod.

“I’m not going to lie to you, this may be the toughest mission you will ever go on.” Pearl said, drawing looks from them once again. “The one who did this only called herself ‘The Duchess.’ She attacked my wedding party and brought down an entire wall with giant spiders.”

“Spiders…” Vertigo said, closing her eyes and sighing. “Why did it-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Shark demanded with a pointed tone. Then she looked back to Pearl “Duchess, you’re meanin’ to tell me that this tart is royalty?”

“Yes. The spiders were not especially strong, but they were not meant to actually harm anyone. No one was injured and the spiders were taken down in short order. What they were meant to do was scare my guests and disrupt my most perfect day. All of the ponies involved in the kitchen have been sworn to secrecy. The police have already taken the case. More specifically, the royal guard.”

“Are they not sworn to protect royalty?” Proxy said in her more robotic voice as she ran diagnostics on the exact ruling in the universal royal guide, written by White Shield in the second age of Celestia’s reign. She quoted. “‘All royal guard, future, former, and presently under oath must act with all power at their disposal to protect the Princesses and their subjects.’ After reading more appendages, it also reads that the rulers must also be just and fulfill their royal obligations in the face of peace and mortal danger. However, if a member of the family is to be brought to trial, a royal guard must be deemed to carry out their apprehension by a higher authority than the royal family member in question.”

“We are not doing that.” Pearl said this, and that was when Sharktooth sighed and chuckled.

“Ah, now you see, luv. There’s the problem.” She looked toward Pearl with a serious business look as she pulled a dagger from her pocket and began to admire its metal gleam, even in the dim lit office they sat. “I’m not supposed to be mixin’ business with pleasure.” She shook the short dagger with the blade pointed upward as she talked. Then she tossed it upward and caught it perfectly by the flat metal between her index and middle fingers. “And you’re startin’ to give me chills.” A sinister grin crossed her face, and the name Sharktooth was ridiculously fitting. Her jagged teeth were on a razor’s edge as she gave a very small but excited giggle.

There was a long pause between them. Shark gave yet another sigh, and then looked over to Vertigo, whose eyes darted back over to the green earth pony. Vertigo’s purple eyes gleamed back at Shark, who continued to grin.

“We’re in. Give me everything and I’ll start digging, luv.” Sharktooth said, and Vertigo pumped her fist into the air. Pearl nodded, then pressed a single button on her keyboard to the computer on her desk. This drew a puzzled look from both ponies physically present. However, Proxy started pressing buttons loudly and her computer started making sound effects.

“Digital Contract signed, payment in full plus bonus, attachments uploaded, full data confirmed. Locking diagnosis.” Her computer began to make long streams of beeping. “Processing complete.”

“Please.” Pearl put her hand on her forehead. Her eyes closed, and just in that one single moment, it was quite clear that Pearl was not sleeping. The bags under her eyes were covered by makeup and given anti-swelling treatment, but it could never be truly masked. To say she was exhausted was something of an understatement. The exertion she had to endure to keep from losing it was compounded by the fact that the most dangerous adversary she had ever faced was now right at her doorstep. Before they knew it, the pink earth pony with red hair was on the verge of tears. It was the kind of tired that sleep would never cure. “...Please.”

3 Weeks Earlier

They couldn’t even get through the door fast enough. The baggage had already been delivered to the honeymoon suite, and the newly wedded mares were kissing each other harder than ever. As they made it through the door, Death Metal kicked the door shut in a firm manner. Before she could even drop her large shoulder bag on the ground, Death’s bright gray shorts were on the ground and her black panties were in full view. For a moment, Pearl admired the black heart wrapped in green barbed wire cutie mark on Death Metal’s hip. She slid the black underwear to the ground, putting her pussy lips were now in full view, pink and slightly open. They were very open when Pearl pushed Death Metal down onto the bed and opened her legs wide apart.

“Don’t act like such a slut, you horny cunt!” Death Metal said, but then let out a loud gasp as Pearl engulfed her labia in her mouth, licking her pink pussy with a hungry tongue. “God! Why are you--ooohh Pearl, you sick fucking mare! Why did I ever marry a slut like you!” The short, but tough talking earth pony whined and bucked a little as Pearl chomped onto her pussy folds enough to make Death yelp.

“You’re so cute!” Pearl said before lunging her tongue straight back into Death Metal’s crotch.

“Shut up, you fucking pig! Let me feel that pussy! Now!”

A small amount of time went by before they were back on their asses in front of each other, and their pink and soaked vaginas were grinding against one another. Their groans were melodic as they began slapping one another on their private parts.

They should have been up on deck, watching as the pier began to grow distant from the deck of the cruise. However, they felt compelled to stay below deck, in a suite that came equipped with a full two pony sized hot tub. With a bed that could fit four and a beautiful view below sea level, both of these mares were more than content with staying in that bed and living off of the already paid room service. They laid in bed, draped in each other’s arms after such furious loving. Pearl’s arms were wrapped around Death’s upper back as she laid on top of the pink pony’s very large, swollen, DD breasts. Her tits were ever so malleable, like huge sacks full of nice, fluffy dough.

For hours, they watched the sea as it passed them by. Beautiful shining beams of blue light bathed them in a wonderful, tranquil glow. It was so peaceful. Schools of fish crossed their view. There came a rather large gray shark, followed by rainbows of other ocean life swimming by. The two of them drifted in and out of consciousness. For a while, they started to mistake this place for heaven, and this was a reward for their hardships.

They had coffee in the morning, tea in the evening and hot chocolate late at night. They watched stupid thriller movies ranging from A to C in quality and sometimes cracked up so hard that anything scary about it was now lost on them. They slept some days away. They screwed some nights away and sometimes they even showered just to have sex only to have sex in the shower.

One week was as good as she got. One solid week with her beautiful bride is as close as she came to Nirvana. That was when they came to shore, returning to land and returning to phone signal. Pearl was immediately pained by the sight of the image that popped up on her screen. She hadn’t even gotten five steps off of the ship’s stairs onto the land and she was already stopped short. From that moment on, Pearl was distant. The shops they had seldom interested her, she bought very little. The pink pony purchased a small bottle of perfume for Death Metal, but that was about as shopoholic as she got.

Their meal was not much better. Every time Death Metal asked Pearl what was wrong, she would cross her legs and look away, claiming it was naught. It was a very long day, and they got back to the ship hours before they were scheduled to ship off. The romantic visit to shore was turned into a sour experience, and now both of them were becoming somewhat distant. Pearl tried her best to act like nothing was wrong, but it was nothing compared to the first week they were on vacation. Pearl laid down on the bed, cramped up on her side of the bed with the light on. She closed her eyes, but she was not going to get to sleep.

That was when Death’s arms came around her from behind. Her white fur caressed her pink fur, and the two of them stayed like that for a good long while.

“We have to cut it short, honey.” Pearl was now in tears. Death gasped at this and turned her wife around to meet her face to face.

“Why? What happened?” Death Metal was a little more excited than she should have been to finally get some answers. She watched as Pearl Necklace looked at her phone and held it up in front of Death Metal.

There was a giant safe on the front page of the newspaper of the Ranchtown Nightrider. The bank was robbed in the middle of the night. The only thing stolen was a single item from the main vault. It was a huge safe door, but the compartment was around 2x2, now only having a small bit of fabric in it.

“It was something that I was going to show you after we got back to shore. I tried to pretend I could put this off, but now I know I can’t.” She was now sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“What is going on?” Death Metal asked. Then came a long, horrible tale of the Duchess, and how she sent the spiders to interfere with their wedding. She threatened Pearl over the phone, and it was apparent that it was not going to end there. Now this royal pain in her ass reached into Pearl’s chest and removed the most valuable organ in her system.

“Pearl! What happened? What did they steal?” Death Metal’s voice was sporadic, and so was Pearl’s. It was clear that she didn’t want to tell, but with a nodding head, she conceded the point.

“My necklace.” She swallowed hard as she looked at the phone, and zoomed out onto the headline which read PEARL NECKLACE’S PEARL NECKLACE HAS TAKEN A POWDER.

Death Metal looked at it in shock. The rest of that night was spent in one another’s arms. After that, much of their time on the ship was spent in silence. There was some happiness, and for that, they were grateful. However, once they got back to shore, they had to bring all of their belongings with them as they took the next train back to Ranchtown.

Money changed hands, and the job was passed on to a motley crew of unlikely jewel hunters. They were jewel hunters hunting other jewel hunters. According to their sources, the one who commissioned the job in the first place was not going to be keeping the item in question. Only a moron would keep an item that hot on their person. So the job would be passed onto a few tiers downward. Whoever was her right hand minion would have arranged for someone else to arrange to do it. If they could catch the one who headed this snatch job, they could work their way up the ladder.

However, that meant starting at the bottom. There was always a base operation headed by a shrimp in the food chain that ordered around smaller shrimps. The first name that came up on their sensors was Red Light. He was a pretty small time grifter that got lucky on a small diamond heist. Ever since then, he’s found ways to work his horn around security systems. This job was entirely too large for the likes of him, however, that didn’t mean their eyes left him.

Sharktooth held the headphones up to her ears as the small microbot worked its way around the room, moving around to make sure that it stayed away from Red Light and his cronies. The location was remote in the middle of a crime ridden part of town. It was the kind of place where someone avoiding the authorities would flock to in a hurry.

Most of it was a bunch of meaningless chit chat. There was something about making a beer run, then there was something about renting a movie or getting something to eat.

“Man, these guys really love infomercials.” Vertigo whispered over to Shark, who nodded.

“Yeah, it’s not just Red Light, it’s the blue guy too. How much can you possibly know about a single ring? Are they even wanting to buy the bloody thing?” Sharktooth asked. She had to admit, it was a very nice ring, but not worth how long they were watching the commercial for it. They had all kinds of time to buy it, but it was apparent that they had no intentions of doing so. “Bit pricey, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, five hundred bits is a total rip off. It’s pawn shop fodder.” Vertigo said as she opened her steaming cup of ramen, and so did Sharktooth. They began to suck in noodles as they watched these boring stallions sit around their room. “If a guy gave me that ring, I wouldn’t even kiss him on the cheek after he bought me a steak.” She said with a mouth full of flavored noodles.

“Oh, bollox, the ring is sold out. Look at that rubbish. Now here comes the cheaper ring.” She predicted, but both of them were taken by surprise as they set out a very nice golden watch with silver numbers and diamond clock tabs all around it. “Oh, bloody hell, I’d let a guy peek of my knickers for that one.”

“I’d go deep throat.” Vertigo drank the remaining broth from her cup. “I bet it is sold in stores. About 95% of that crap is sold in stores, they just don’t have to tell you that.”

That was when they heard a knock at the door. There was a whisper from one of them to turn off the TV. As they did, one of the lackies opened the door. Two other ponies walked into the room, both of them seeming somewhat nonchalant. In fact, they looked a little too nonchalant.

“Alright, guys. Not a bad job all around. Not bad at all. Well, next score is gonna be around the same price. The security is less, but the manpower is doubled. That means all of you got another job, if you want it. Bring your own vehicles, we’re going to be filling him up with merchandise. There was a paper in his hand all the sudden, and he held it out to Red Light, who took it and opened it up.

“There it is.” Vertigo said with a sense of pride.

“Keep it there, luv.” Shark typed it down on her map program and located the address. Surprise, surprise, it was a warehouse belonging to Crystal Ball. They were going after her shipments of beauty products, that included makeup, lotion and fragrance for mares and stallions. “Beautiful.” She held up some lemon cinnamon tea. She was the driver, so there was no scotch in it. After she sipped it, she kept her ear open still.

“We’ll need to call Sprite. She’ll want in on the job.” The taller stallion said. He was a dark brown, and his left eye had a deep scar on it. “I’ll be overseeing the operation personally, follow instructions and you’ll get the same pay. After this, we’ll order another round of pizzas and beer.”

The rest of the guys seemed to agree with these terms. Proxy ran his face through the databases, her organic fingers travelled across three keyboards and her mechanical arm moved the mouse. Faces began to come up faster than anyone could blink, but she stopped it with a click immediately as the database brought up his picture. He was something of a mobster. He’s been wanted by the royal guard for three years but got off easy with a really good lawyer. He must have been one of the top dogs of the organization.

“Tuxedo Tom, associated with a lot of shady characters in the underworld. He is definitely the highest ranking individual we have encountered as of yet.”

“Tom, eh?” Sharktooth scratched her bottom chin and grinned, seeing that he could handle himself in a fight. “Looks like we have a new target with which to keep an eye on.”

“Affirmative.” Proxy said, then made her fly drone fly off of the wall and made sure to land on a part of the ankle to go unnoticed by anyone. “Tracer deployed.”

“Looks like they’re getting ready to move.” Vertigo grinned big, as did Sharktooth.

“Looks like we’re gonna get ready to move.” Sharktooth said as she got up from her desk chair and moved to the driver’s seat. She turned the key and cranked it into drive. The image of a windowed van that was empty began to move, but then a driver appeared digitally as proxy reloaded the program that fooled any casual onlooker.

“They’re headed to the south side.” Vertigo said as the fly tracer bleeped as their car started going faster.

The mentality of hurry up and wait was a great annoyance to our heroes. The blue pegasus propped her feet up on the side table of the van, her handheld hooked up to the battery pack as she played a very old retro game. Sharktooth was leaned back in the driver’s seat, a book draped across her face while she slept. The night skies loomed over them as they waited for the men as they sat parked outside of the warehouse.

“Hey, Sharktooth. Get that blade out.” Vertigo said, taking her own advice, as well as equipping a few more items. Then she made sure that her taser was secure. Within two seconds, Shark already had her combat knife in her hands, sliding it into its holster.

There were three trucks coming in through the back entrance of the warehouse, away from the road. The garage door was more than big enough for all of them, and they already had five guys, all equipped with dollies. They were loading up entire crates of merchandise, making sure that they had turned off the security system before they started the job. Each truck was roomy enough to hold forty-five crate stacks. Each stack was worth around twenty thousand bits of premium retail. It wasn’t long before they grew into a pattern. They formed lines between the five of them, efficiently moving the crates from the ground to the trucks with little effort.

What they didn’t hear or see was a set of wings hovering downward from the scaffolding and onto the top of the moving truck. The pegasus was black from head to toe with two goggles covering her eyes. She could see them with the utmost precision. If she increased the intensity, she could even see their skeletal systems. There were two in the truck she was on top of. They were still loading two very troublesome stacks of crates onto the truck. They were clueless. At first, she thought she hit the jackpot, but then she saw Sharktooth.

The green furred, orange maned earth pony watched through her own omnivision goggles as the loaders walked past her without even noticing that she was leaning against their vehicle as nonchalant as if she were waiting for a food order. Shark looked up to see Vertigo, and gave her a tiny wave. The blue pegasus flipped her off in response, then she swung her legs down, smashing her hooves into one of the henchmen’s face, knocking his head back into the next guy’s face, and causing them both to fall.

“What was that?” One of them asked as he looked around, but the place was entirely too dark.

“Text?” The driver said as he got out of one of the trucks. “Someone check over there!”

There was more mindless murmuring as they started shining horns and cellphone lights over toward where they heard the noise. Two brave souls looked into the truck cargo unit with their lights shined inside. At first, they just saw the two fallen comrades on the floor between the stacks of cologne pallets, then they slowly began to notice a shadow looming from above.

She had shaded goggles on her eyes, and literally everything else was complete black. She left her knives in their sheaths. Vertigo simply waited for them to finally notice her as she glared down at them. When she recognized the look of surprise on one of their faces, she used two fingers to throw a metal ball into his eye, causing him to cry out in surprise and pain.

The ball hit the ground and immediately sparked into pieces. Smoke began to spray out among the three others who were by the end of the truck. All of them searched around for what was going on, but the smoke filled their senses, causing them to cough.

The other wingless pony in black came in on the scene with the edge of her fist colliding with a driver’s chin. The unicorn beside her dropped the dolly he was carrying as he reared up for a punch. With no trouble at all, she caught his fist in her palm. She grabbed the handle from the dolly, sliding it out and smashing it across his snout.

As the two of them separated, they kept complete control of the situation around them. Vertigo ducked underneath a oncoming fist, rolled forward while her hoof came straight up and smashed into his chin. The woman flipped three times up into the air and landed right behind the moving truck. They were trying to get to her, but more and more of them were being taken down by the earth pony who was hard as a rock. She received three solid punches to her midsection and she did not even flinch. In fact, Shark seemed to be fighting even harder with every hit she took.

Vertigo dropped down behind the only pony who was able to approach her. With this one, she stuck him with the tip of her very long dagger, making him freeze him place. ]

“Did you get’im?” Shark asked as the last one dropped from her hammering fist on the back of his head.

“Yup.” Vertigo said in an almost casual tone. Before he knew what was going on, he was pulled up-side-down and strung up by his ankles while he dangled from the ceiling. With one good hoist, Shark pulled him up a bit higher.

“Nice one.” She fist bumped the pegasus and they both grinned as they got close to him as it started to come to him that he might be in trouble. He looked at both of their black masked faces, but he knew that they were grinning.

The fly bot flew near a car that was still parked outside, this one with a very bright red, smaller pony with a laptop in the passenger seat and a large, burly stallion in the driverseat.

“The police are on their way. From the sounds of things, they’re bringing some of the head honchos.” She spoke into her headphone microphone as a red dot continued to glow in the center of her computer screen. “Time to cut your losses, there’s no drivers left to get the merch out. I’m bailing, contact me when there’s a new plan.”

The small mare pushed her glasses up as the words appeared on the lenses and she continued to type. She was not privy to the fact that a robotic fly managed to get into the cracked window of the car before it pulled out from its parking spot.

“You will be paid the same amount.” Proxy heard from the fly’s audio receptors. The cyborg pony listened in hard, hearing the very deep voiced stallion in her headphones. “Lay low and stand by for further instructions.” He said before there was a click, signifying that he hung up, and their communication disconnected.

“Yeah, I’m here.” The bat pony said from outside of the crime scene tape. From what she could see just from the garage door, it was ground zero. There were splinters of wood from crates, glass shards, teeth, bodily fluids of a red nature and bound up stallions in black. They were all hog tied and gagged. Whoever it was, they made sure that these men were unconscious. Some of them were in far worse shape than the other. Whoever was taken out first got off easy. Everyone else had at least a hairline fracture in a very important bone.

She took another long sip on her Diamond Cherry Blast Energy Surge, the high mixing in with the high from her coffee from earlier. Focused Sight didn’t look stressed, nor did she look like she was dreading her work. In fact, it looked like she was waiting for an elevator. From where Sight was standing, the worst part about her job was that there was no foreign objects on the crime scenes. The new caffeine buzz mixed with the coffee buzz very well as far as she was concerned.

“Smells like stress management is working for you, Focused Sight.Is that a new flavor?” Grem asked as she walked by and lifted up the crime scene tape for Diamond to walk under.

“Hey, Sight.” He waved at her as he walked by, ducking down a bit. She waved back at him.

“Find me a natural herb that kills all of the senses and I’ll quit.” She said as she finished off the good part of her energy drink, dropping it into a nearby waste receptical. “Multiple subjects. No fatalities. All of them are either former military or former inmates and all of them are now missing molars.” Sight ducked under the tape after trashing her cup. “I know this is more than normal, but I don’t see any need for the Royal Guard to get involved.”

“Yeah, did you want me to cover the shoplifter at the Night n Day or the three serial killers that don’t exist? I think this is more deserving of our attention. Any idea of who did this?” Grem asked as she walked into the garage doorway that was busted wide open. Glass and vehicle debris covered the warehouse exit. All three of them tried their best to walk around it, but there was still a little crunching.

“From what initial diagnosis gathers, these guys were loading merchandise from Crystal Ball onto three trucks. Two trucks remain, one of them was used to destroy the garage door we just walked through.”

“They couldn’t take the back door?” Diamond Sword asked as he studied the scene. They weren’t kidding, it looked like just about every single guy in the room got their teeth kicked in.

“Not when they were trying to showboat.” Focus looked around. “This wasn’t a personal job, and it sure as hell wasn’t done for the money. It sounds like a hilarious mixture of business and pleasure.”

“I don’t follow.” Diamond admitted as he took a close look at the unconscious suspect/victim who had a very bruised up face. “Where’s that coming from?”

“Well, for one thing,” Focus said as she knelt down to the open truck door, which was now bent all the way off of its hinge and flat against the side of the truck’s front. “There’s no VIN number on this truck.” Then she walked to the back of the truck and knelt beside the license plate. She ran her gloved finger across it. There was nary a single scratch or sign of age on it. “Run these plates. If I’m right, they’re fresh, clean, like a newborn baby. This is something we shouldn’t be seeing in the first place. This was especially built for this one job. Everything on it is factory fresh. If it wasn’t for the battle scars, I’d say this could go for full retail price.”

“Technically, it loses almost half of its value once you drive it off the car lot after purchase.” Diamond Sword said, making both Grem and Focus Sight dart looks toward him.

“Wait, are you for real?” Grem asked him, but then shook her head. “Either way. It looks like there’s one of them that doesn’t have missing teeth. Not to mention, he just has minor bruising on his face. It looks like we found our star witness. Think he’ll talk if we buy him lunch?”

“He’ll talk.” Diamond Sword smiled at Grem and they both nodded. “So, pretty much, what you’re saying is, someone spent about seventy thousand bits on each of these trashed trucks. The things they were taking can make a profit, but that’s where it gets weird, once again.”

“Well, these are some of the top fragrances internationally.” Grem said. “They could go for top bit.”

“Right, but you’d get more money from electronics, televisions. Any shipment of small, expensive electronics would have been far more lucrative and ten times easier to move. So, yeah, I’d say this is something of a personal crime.” Diamond Sword hoisted himself up into the back of the truck and shined his cellphone into one of the crates that toppled over. He picked up one of the bottles that didn’t shatter. He held up a sky blue, round bottle with fancy designs on it and a name printed on the front. “Ice Pearl.”

They all gave the bottle a good looking over. There was a gigantic piece of the puzzle. This was not a crime that was committed for any financial gain. This was meant to hurt someone where it really mattered, their image. For someone like Pearl, that image was everything. The white unicorn stallion looked at all of the broken and otherwise bottles of fragrance from the one single destroyed stack.

The two bat ponies surveyed all of the carnage in that warehouse. The purple one looked to the gray one, both thinking the same thing. The paperwork was going to be absolute murder, and untangling this mess was going to be a massacre.

Sharktooth wasn’t much on the clean up jobs. Usually when someone cut her, it wasn’t too deep. Some twerp in that garage got her pretty good up over the front edge of her forearm. Her armor black fabric took some of the brunt, but the guy was good, that much was evident. They got back to their new motel room, complete with television from the 1990’s, a sink that had none of its original color, as it had molded off long ago, and a shower that actually somehow meshed hair completely into the tile floor, as it was now impossible to remove. This room had not seen the light of day for some eons, and that was one of its smaller problems. Thankfully, though, they actually changed their sheets.

The green earth pony gently pulled the bandage tape along the creases of her makeshift cast. It wasn’t the greatest she could muster with just one hand, but it was tight.

“Ow! Fuck!” Vertigo shouted once again. She was on the bed next to Shark, however, her problem was slightly more… sharp. With a pair of tweezers, she picked at tiny blood stained pieces of glass that had lodged into the front of her left thigh. The most common injuries were always on the fists, which she always made sure to hard glove before a mission, but it never failed, there were always scratches.

“Oi, quit your moaning! You got off easy.” Sharktooth finally leaned back against the headboard at the top of the bed, sighing in some relief. She reached over to the ice pack next to her on the side table and pressed it against her cheek. All in all, it was one of the smoother transactions they were a part of. Then, of course, there came the phone call. Sharky gritted her teeth. If there was one thing she hated, it was laying down and forgetting about that damn phone call.

Her eyes darted over toward the blue pegasus, who was now trying to become invisible as she hunched over to put a bandaid on her booboo. Her cheeks blushed as her partner’s evil glare began to burn holes in her back.

“Oh, I hope you’re happy with yourself.” Shark answered the phone. “I can explain.”

“You said that last time.” Diamond Sword said as he made sure she heard the paper work.

“For real, there were--” Sharktooth began to say but then there came the condescension.

“There were what? Shark? What? Complications? Is that the word you were gonna say, again?” He said, then he switched his tone to that very quiet, threatening tone. “I am now knee deep in paperwork, and three booklets of them are the warehouse you trashed, then there’s the truck you guys rammed down the street! And don’t tell me it wasn’t Vertigo, I recognize her fingerprint wipe! Now! What the hell happened!?”

Sharktooth’s lips pursed, and she took a very, very deep breath as her evil gaze now had Vertigo in something of a trance.

“Well…” Sharktooth started.

“Damnit! Get the hell off me!” One of the guys shouted as Vertigo had jumped on top of him. His head was pounding from the injuries received, but he’d kept his consciousness. She quickly shifted all of her weight, arching her back like she was diving off the highboard, flapping her wings to make him go straight back down onto his ass.

Vertigo was not especially strong when it came to brute prowess, and this guy was very much on the other end of the spectrum. They struggled onto the floor.

“Oi, Verti, you gonna tie’em down or not?” Sharktooth shouted as she finished up with the scene, throwing a bloodsoaked fingerprint wipe away.

“Give me a minute, Shark!” Vertigo reached a very high, shrill screeching voice that made the earth pony cringe. That was when she heard Vertigo grunt as the stallion landed a solid hit on the side of her chin, knocking her for a loop. In that one instant of blurred vision and dazed confusion, he took his opportunity and got up from the floor.

“Oi! OI!” Shark got up from the ground and began charging toward him as he began to book it toward the truck. He got in, not even closing the door as he hit the ignition. The unicorn looked over at Sharktooth as he put it into drive. She was entirely too close for his taste. However, when he shined his horn, she was met with a burst of energy that not only knocked his head back in recoil, but blasted her straight back. Even with the very loud combustion, one could hear his neck crack very loudly and his very loud grunt as he grabbed the back of it.

Still, he had a job to do, and he hit the gas as hard as he could, the tires screeching as the black masked stallion took off, not caring about the garage door in his way. The impact could be heard for miles. Glass and carnaged shards of metal littered the streets as his wheels hit the asphalt. At first he thought he was finally home free, but then he heard hooves clattering against the street next to him. His window was open, but he was very quickly rolling it up as he saw that the blue pegasus was speeding toward him with her purple eyes a furious red shade. Her teeth gritted. She didn’t have the concentration, nor the brain capacity in that moment to start working her wings and concentrate on taking to the air, but her hooves were doing their job quite nicely. She ran with it, quite literally.

“What?! What are you doing?!” The man shouted as he saw that she was actually gaining on him and he looked down to see he was going upwards of fifty and climbing! “What are you doing?!” He shouted out the closed window as he saw that he did not lock his door, in fact it hadn’t even closed all the way because he didn’t bother with the effort. “What are YOU DOING?!” He shouted even louder now as she practically tore the door open, a knife now in her gritted teeth as she boarded his truck cab, grabbing onto the first handle she could grip.

However, in her haste, she narry had the thought that her hand had gripped the steering wheel. One good tug downward sent the truck sprawling into the street, tipping completely over sidelong toward Vertigo as she was now fully inside.

All she remembered was all of the glass in the windows and the windshield completely shattering all around her and the purple furred stallion, whose mask was now mostly shredded off along with a lot of their clothes. The truck’s impact smashed through a fire hydrant, kicked up insurmountable clods of concrete and dirt and decimated an entire street corner. The truck was completely totalled and the sirens began to wail in the air as Sharktooth ran to the truck, shouting Vertigo’s name.

“I mean, we had a cupper and she felt better about the crash.” Sharktooth went on as Vertigo rubbed her thumb on the little bandaid on her thigh. “She’s still a little shaken, though.”

Sharktooth could just heard Diamond shaking his head and scratching his mane as if he had fleas. Then there were the deep breaths and the grinding teeth.

“Alright, alright, I know we put you under a lot of pressure, and I know you have one of the harder jobs. But you need to know what kind of risks we’re taking here. If even one single inkling of this gets out that you were brought in by us, the show is over.”

“Yes, Diamond, I am aware of that little detail, as it was in the contract that the nice lady shredded for us. Now, if you do not mind, I’m going to mind this bollox blasting headache and dip into a nightcap. So, if that is all…”

“Inform me if there are any breaks in the case. Good night.” He hung up and put his hand on his face as he leaned down into them. His face cringed a little and his breathing became a bit more sporadic as well. “God damn… I can’t thank you enough.” He said to Grem, who was under the desk with her mouth well rounded on his cock head. She’d unzipped his uniform pants and brought it out, soft as a pillow. It took quite an effort to get it hard in his huffed up state while he was talking on the phone.

“I know the paperwork gets stressful. A blowjob makes any job better.” Grem whispered before continuing to take in his enormous length. His nice peach colored slab of meat throbbed within her mouth, and between her tits as she brought them around the shaft. “Mmmmm, and what’s a titjob going to hurt?” Her gigantic mammaries gripped him in something of a soft wet vice. She tongued the head as she moved her tits, beating against his pelvis and making him close his eyes and sigh deep.

“Lieutenant Sword?” A voice blurted as his office door opened and a young mare poked her head in, making his eyes go wide. “I just came to inform you that Focus has the forensic report headed your way.”

“Yes, thank you Scarlet.” He said in the most stone faced expression as he stared straight forward toward his desk. Without knowing it, he had migrated closer to the center of the room where the white furred, red maned pegasus could very clearly see his very stiff member get strangled by two fat melons.

“Hi, Grem.” She smiled at the gray bat pony who never stopped flopping her knockers. She merely hummed a hello toward Scarlet as the pegasus exited the office.

There was a moment of silence as Diamond sat there with wide eyes. He blinked a few more times before finally looking down at the two blue eyes looking back up at him. She hummed a question up toward him.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking about how strange this place has become since we told everyone we were dating.” Then he grunted a little harder, leaning forward a little. As he did, she took her mouth off of his dick to let some nice, precious white sauce splash her face and drizzle her tits. Five shots in, and her mouth was full, her chin was dripping and her tits were glazed. She stayed in that position, only tightening her tits on his horsecock, which was not even remotely softening.

“Whatever do you mean?” Grem licked her lips.

Finally, the end of the day, one in the morning on a Thursday night. Focus Sight ran her fingers through her bright blue hair as she downed yet another colorful drink from a small glass. Thirsty Thursday was in full effect at the Pink Troff. She had been to Cloudstone more than once, but this was the place that had the right volume in their techno or whatever the kids were calling it these days. The lights flashed all different, electric colors and everyone was splatting themselves with weird colorful paint that tasted like very mild taffy. She had been gotten a few times, with a slime green across her chest above her white t-shirt, which had blue and pink blotches over it.

The purple bat pony never mixed business with pleasure, but they were so close together, that she could barely see the line anymore. When she worked, she thought about drinking, when she drank, she thought about work. One made the other so clear, and yet she hated the concept all together. So many puzzle pieces blazing across the map in her head. Every dot leading to yet another. As of right now, the most familiar points are nothing special, but within those lies a very deep hole.

It was a simple robbery. Get in, get out, get paid. With no identification, no real plates and no hindrance, they could have made it in and out with everything in hand within half an hour. Obviously, something went awry. They now had a group of stallions in custody, all of them were identified as contract mercenaries of some of the highest caliber. Trained in combat, magic expertise and counter magic tactics.

The signs pointed to two ghost points. Whoever took down the robbery had to have been either larger in number or better armed, but neither seemed true. According to them, they were there on a routine pickup, and they were attacked by two female combatants. Highly skilled in combat and ridiculously outrageous in their strategies, yet they were able to take down all of them within the span of three minutes.

Then, there was one single burned tarnish mark on the concrete floor inside of the warehouse. With the use of forensic magic powder, Focus was able to decipher the blemish as caused by magically induced combustion. The one who used it is now in Ranchtown Hospital ICU for multiple lacerations from broken shards of glass.

The fact that the mark was made by magic wasn’t what struck her. It was what kind of magic was used. Whatever it was, it was enough to blast through a brickwall. After a thorough examination of the blemish, it was shown to be Crimson Magic in its base. Crimson Magic was one of the most dangerous magics to be used in all of the parts of the world. Invented as a way to combat Alicorn magic, Crimson was far more destructive and dangerous in nature, even to the user.

The mark was only partial Crimson, however, our friend in the ICU could be looking at a sentence of five years just for its use. It was universally banned in Equestria and all of its allied countries, though some smaller, less scrupulous nations still practiced its use. This sort of magic was almost impossible to come by, even for the underground. Spells of that caliber went anywhere from seventeen to twenty thousand bits on a good day.

This fact alone limited the options of who may be involved, and that was where Focus Sight planned to st---

“Excuse me…” A male voice spoke near her, drawing her attention. All the sudden, shr was met with what looked like the more barbaric type. Though, as chiseled as his body was, she had to admit, he had some soft facial features. His chest was only covered by thin cotton fabric. The shirt that was once white was now smushed up with multiple neon colors, charged by blacklights. His fur, however, was pitch black, and his hair was an electric, deep blue. “Is this seat--”

“Is now…” She said with no hint of excitement. Her cold demeanor caused him to wince.

“Oh, am I interrupting quality time?” Despite asking this, he was already in the seat next to her.

“By comparison.” She quipped right back at him. The earth pony taking another hard hit. Still, he waved over the waitress, pointed to all of her empty drinks, then held up two fingers. “I don't remember feeding the lost puppy, you got any better tricks or did you forget your clown makeup?”

“Oh, actually, I brought some of it.” The stud put the red powdered sock up against the front of his snout. “I don't have any more of the makeup, but if you had some handy, you can try it on me. My sister use to make me into a kabuki actor. She even made me do the dance.”

Focus's eyes widened slightly for an instant then turned her stone cold gaze over toward him fully for the first time. However, her brow was slightly less on edge. Then she looked up to see that their drinks had arrived in every color of the rainbow.

“Alright, hot shot, I've got one question.” Focus Sight said as they clicked their small glasses together and drank. He was intent on listening. Every time she looked like she was about to talk, through, she drained another glass. After the second time, though, a tiny miniscule smirk made him smile big. “You remember that dance?”

The rave bar hopper known as Rain Shadow sat under her on her bed, his face puffed all over with powder. He has red lipstick smeared from his lips to his chin to both cheeks. It looked like the job was topped off with a pink blush powder. His green eyes gazing into hers as the purple bat pony's tits flopped up and down in front of his face. His cock was already flared and his glans took the shape of a heart, kissing her cervix like they were old buddies.

Their fluids spilled from her as she came all over his shaft, however, he was not done. He banged against her from underneath, his base and balls mashing against her labia folds.

She had been mostly silent through the majority of their little romp. This time, she began to sing in higher and higher octaves as he reached down and pressed his fingers against the top of her stretched vagina.

She looked down at him with a look of shock as he kept pistoning with the pedal to the metal. Her tits were something of a blur as she vibrated with the dial turned up to 11.

She could barely gasp, let alone breathe as he vibrated at the frequency of her heart beat. He kept grinning at her, though, it was clear that his jaw was clenched to its tightest degree. Beads of sweat streamed down all sides of his makeupped face. How he didn't get it in his eyes was beyond her, nor did she care!

Her body managed another orgasm that was triggered like a snap in her brain.

Everything became clear in front of her eyes. As if she were watching a memory from the theater seat. Photographic click. For just a moment, she couldn't even feel the gush within her. Her eyes went a little dull. Either she was in a trance or she was frozen in time.

She breathed in huge gasps after a moment. Some of her gasps were screams in higher pitches than she was used to. It wasn't long before they both dropped to the bed. They lied flat there for a solid five minutes catching their breath.

Steam rose from their bodies as the air conditioner blasted cold air into both of them and she broke out in a solid gooseflesh as she opened her eyes. Focus had definitely passed out, she knew it. She looked to see that Shadow had opened a window to let in a bit of cold air. He was still naked, so she figured she couldn't have been out for long.

“Thanks…” She turned her gaze over to him to see that his abs were swollen like a bodybuilder's, and the glistening sweat didn't deter that notion. “You don't have to s-”

“Mind if I shower up?” Shadow honestly didn't mean to interrupt her but he was liable to stink soon, not to mention, his glazed dick caught a solid blast of that wind and it was not quite as impressive anymore.

His hand went straight over his crotch as soon as her eyes darted down. This gave her pause.

“Please do.” She gave him the first real smile of the night. She didn't know if it was the euphoria of her fifth orgasm or the fact that her insides were still vibrating from the aftershock, but she felt rather like she was glowing. However, that click in her brain could not be overlooked.

“Thanks.” He gave her a sweet smile. Sadly, it was maligned by the streaks of black, white and red makeup that was now oozed down his face where it redried in formless blotches and splotches. He placed a hand on his stomach with a groan as he went to the bathroom door on the other side of the room.

She regained use of her legs by popping every vertebrae disc in her lower back and wobbled out of bed. For the life of her, she hoped she wasn't just some bimbo stud's ab day. For the life of her, she required some serious Z's, but this couldn't wait. She got to her computer on her desk in her living room. Case files were in three boxes marked by year. She flicked through the green folders stacked sidelong, spreading each of them only to pull out a forensic file from the box. Case 3789, suspect found not guilty after magical investigations proved that he was physically incapable of performing crimson magic, thus unable to cast the spell in question. Silvia Windmane, brought on as a consultant for the case, not only was able to prove his innocence but pinpoint the real culprit soon after.

“Silvia Windmane…” She said aloud. She dipped back into the box to go to the same file. The consultant file she filled out to the most detailed profile she'd ever seen.

Silvia Windmane, said to be of the finest quality supermodels on the planet. Moved to Ranchtown three months ago in order to open a new and improved super modeling company, Windmane Modeling Inc. Said to have years of experience and knowledge of magic from all over Equestria. Graduated top of her class with a masters degree in Magical History and minored in potions. Despite being a pegasus, her knowledged from every corner in time and from several different countries was astronomical, putting many of the top academy unicorn students to shame with her expertise.

“Hey, uhhh Focus.” He said from the doorway, startling her slightly. “Are… you ok?”

She found her head drooped over her shoulder. She was reading the computer sideways and slouching over to the left of her office chair. She straightened up for a second, but began hunching over. As he approached her, he also noticed that Focus's left wing was extended while her right was drawn in over her back. He gently straightened her wing as he approached.

“I'm… working.” She looked up at him with a frown for two seconds Before returning to look at the computer screen.

“Working on getting to bed? That is a great idea.” He leaned over and put his arm over the back of her neck. Shadow's other arm curled up under the purple bat pony's legs. With no effort to speak of, he picked her up and headed back to her room. “Couldn't have said it better myself.”

“Asshole…”

“Yes, ma'am?”

“This is your fault…”

“If I remember correctly, you are the one who rolled over on top of me and told me to, and I paraphrase, make your cervix my bitch. I think there was something about a sloppy cunt full of my horse sausage, I can't recall, you were at one of your higher pitches.” He smiled at her as he saw her face was almost painted red. She was still naked, and not exactly clean.

They made it back to her room and he placed her on the mattress, making her sigh. “Still your fault.” She whispered softly as he picked up a fresh wet cloth and began dabbing it against her naughty bits. She began breathing at a quicker rhythm as he applied pressure with a cold cloth. This made her gasp as he wiped it across her partially opened vagina.

“Stop it…” She told him. Her eyes closed as the black stallion looked at her face. He took the cloth away from her labia and held it up. Focus opened her eyes and placed her hand on the back of his. She placed the cloth back where it was.

His look inquired an explanation from her and her beautiful, deep blue eyes looked into his green.

“Stop being like that.” She whispered as he continued to work. At first, he was going to ask, but his smile and nod made a smirk spread across her face. He finished his work, fairly certain she was good now.

Beyond that, as the comforter hit her chest, she was out.