Shrill & Trill

A purple stallion was strapped naked to a chair in a dark room. He looked around, breathing heavily as he tried to break free from his bonds. It was no use. Whoever tied the ropes sure knew what they were doing. The only light came from a single bulb above him, creating a faint spotlight. He soon gave up and just sat there... until he heard a voice.

“That was fucking pathetic,” came a female’s voice, chuckling. “Entertaining, though. I love it when little shits like you squirm.”

“Please, I... I don’t know anything,” the stallion pleads, trying to find the source of the voice.

“I don’t... believe you...” the voice said before the stallion felt a hand on the back of his neck. “But, I’ll give you a chance to come clean,” she said, before slowly stepping into the light.

She was a white mare with long spiky hair down to her butt. It had a pink and orange gradient and her magenta eye had an x-shaped pupil. She wore a skimpy red top that only covers her breasts. The low-hanging shoulder straps exposed her black bra straps and tightly hugged her D-cups. She also wore a short red skirt, that only hung about a couple inches, over ripped black skintight pants. On her feet she wore red boots, on her left arm she had on a black, fingerless glove that went up just past her elbow, and on her right arm was a torn pale glove that was about the same length. There was also a couple pink freckles under her left eye and in her right shoulder.

“I have a very special interrogation method...” she cooed, placing her hands on the stallion’s knees and leaning in. “I’m gonna let my girls suck your fucking dick. If you tell me something I don’t like...” She then snapped at him with her teeth. “I’m sure you can guess...”

"Y-Your girls?"

The mare snapped her fingers and two mares crawled out of the darkness behind the stallion and circled around front. One was brown and one was white and both were much furrier than other mares. "They're wereponies," the mare cooed. "Or, as I call them, were-mares. And, the brown one loves cock."

“C-Can’t we do this another way?” The stallion asked, leaning as far back as he could.

“What’s the problem?” Asked the mare. “Tell me what I wanna hear... and you’ll get a nice blowjob out of it.” Her smile fading, she slowly leaned in even closer. “You plan on fuckin’ lyin’ to me?”

The stallion quickly shook his head. "N-No, ma'am."

"Good."

The brown were-mare leaned in and started licking at the dick. She then opened her mouth to reveal her sharp teeth before she started to suck on it, careful not to bite. The stallion stared at her before returning his attention to the white mare.

"So," the mare said with a smirk as the white were-mare started to nuzzle her leg. "who's in charge of this city?"

"I-It was split in half," the stallion explained. "Dusk, my boss, owned this half and the Daemon Sisters owned the other half. Now, with Dusk behind bars, the Sisters control everything. But, we won't give up."

"Mmm... And, what about that nuke?"

The stallion gasped softly as the blowjob sped up. "H-How'd you..."

"My girls hear everything," the mare explained. "And, they're very stealthy. Now... the nuke?"

Manehattan Police Department

Soarin pulled up a chair in front of a jail cell and sat down. "So..." Midnight Strike said, sitting on the bed. "You have my job now?"

"That sort of happens when you save the city," the stallion replied.

"Come to rub it in, Deputy?" Midnight asked as she stared up at the ceiling.

Soarin hesitated before leaning in. "I actually wanted to know why," he said. "Why kill your fellow cops? Do you feel nothing for what you did?"

Midnight looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. "I didn't do anything."

The stallion leaned back and chuckled. "Didn't do anything. Really?"

Midnight looked past the stallion before he heard a chuckle from behind. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Dusk laying on her back on her bed, hand in pants. "Mmm..." the dark blue mare cooed. "Tell him."

Midnight sighed as Soarin returned his attention to her. "She told me to play along. Play the role of Deputy and try and track her down, no matter what. She also told me something big was coming, but wouldn't say what in case it compromised my cover. I acted normally and brought all the back-up I had on hand. I didn't know about the bomb."

"Didn't know about the bomb," Dusk repeated, jerking her rod inside her pants. "She almost turned on me. I had to talk some sense into her and get her back on track."

"Do you have to do that here?" Soarin asked as he looked back at her.

Dusk stopped her movements and sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't have Fray or Coco anymore. Speaking of which, have you found Fray yet?"

Soarin shook his head. "Not yet. But, we're still looking."

The blue mare smiled. "Good."

Thunderlane ran into the room with a look of worry on her face. "Deputy," he said. "We found a body. Chain's Garage."

Soarin stood up and turned to him. "A body? Could you elaborate?"

The captain nodded. "Looks like it's been eaten."

Soarin squinted his eyes. "Eaten? Like... by an animal?"

Thunderlane nodded. "Not much left of the torso, face, hands... or dick."

Soarin stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

Misty Fly stood in front of a chair with a mangled corpse in it. The entire front's been chewed out while the arms were still strapped to the chair's arm rests. "Goddamn."

"Ma'am?" Soarin said as he entered the room. He walked around the car that was still on the lift as he made his way over to the body. "Room full of dangerous equipment and the killer resorts to cannibalism."

"It's only cannibalism if it was another pony," Misty explained. "Could be a... griffin... timberwolf..."

"Timberwolves haven't been seen in years," Soarin pointed out. "And, you think a griffin could do that?"

"See the tearing?" Misty asked. "Only sharp teeth could've done that."

"Maybe someone had a dog?" Soarin suggested. "You can train a dog to bite someone's dick off."

"Whatever it is... it's pretty weird," Misty sighed. "I don't like this."

"Weird," Soarin repeated. "I think I know who to ask."

Soarin led Misty inside Eris' shop. It was busy, as always. "I don't think I've ever been inside here," Misty said as she looked around.

"I doubt many cops have," Soarin replied before they spotted the draconequus chatting with someone.

Eris' ears twitched before she stopped talking and looked over at them. She then looked at the customer and said something else before she began to make her way over. "Will you ever not come to me for help?" She asked.

"That Timberwolf piece you had me bring back," Soarin started. "We found a murder that could've been done by something with sharp teeth."

Eris' eyes narrowed. 'You accusing me of murder?"

Soarin shook his head. "Just if you know anything."

The draconequus crossed her arms and eyed the floor. "Of course I do, but..."

"But, what?" The stallion asked. "Tell us."

"I... can't."

"What? Why not?"

Eris hesitated before she walked up to him and held out her right hand. "Lemme show you." Soarin accepted the hand before Eris held out her left hand to Misty. "You, too."

Misty was more hesitant but ended up accepting the hand as well. Their eyes began to glow white as the world around them changed. They soon found themselves in the corner of Eris' office. Before anyone could say anything, the door burst open and another Eris stumbled in.

"What is this?" Asked Misty.

"This was right after I helped you," Eris explained. "After I told you about the nuke."

The past Eris started to groan as she stumbled into the center of the room and collapsed. She then rolled onto her back and screamed as she arched her back. Part of her left arm began to visibly dissolve into particles. The whole time, the draconequus screamed in pain.

"What's happening to you?" Soarin asked, taking a step forward.

"I'm dying," Eris said plainly, making the other two stare at her with soft gasps. "As I said, a god of chaos needs chaos. I helped you stop a nuke, and I told you about the nuke. Not very chaotic, is it?"

The past Eris used her still-existing hand to snap her fingers. The walls of the room turned to gingerbread and the floor turned into a chocolate pool. The past Eris fell in with a splash and, as she writhed in the chocolate, the particles from her other arm began to come back together.

The present Eris sighed. "I had to surround myself with as much chaos as I could. Otherwise..."

Soarin watched as the draconequus in the chocolate rolled over onto her belly and propped up her upper half with her hands. He walked over to her and knelt down, staring at the goddess' face. Tears poured from her eyes and he could clearly see the pain on her face. The goddess sobbed more before she hung her head. The vision faded away before they found themselves back in the shop.

Eris let go of their hands and their eyes stopped glowing white. Soarin blinked a few times before he gently took Eris' hand again. "I've never seen you like that before."

The goddess looked away. "We don't really show our vulnerability to others. But... I wasn't crying from just the pain."

"Then... why else?" The stallion asked.

"Because, I... Because, I realized that I... am essentially useless to you."

Soarin let out a silent gasp, not believing what he was hearing. "You aren't useless," Misty spoke up as she stepped forward. "You helped us out in a big way before, and we owe you so much. But, I think we can take it from here."

Soarin nodded. "Yeah. You just… take it easy, okay?”

Eris gave them a light smile before Misty turned to leave. Soarin, however, pulled the draconequus into a hug. Eris was stunned for a moment but ended up hugging back. “Vapor’s lucky to have you.”

Soarin chuckled and broke the hug. “I’m lucky to have her.” When Eris eyed the floor, her smile fading, Soarin knew something was wrong. “What? What is it?”

“Nothing, I… I just wish I had someone, too. I mean, you seemed to really enjoy Vapor’s tits and… she seemed to like you touching her…”

“I’m sure you… Wait,” Soarin said with a light chuckle. “Were you watching us?” Eris simply shrugged in response. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone right for you.”

Eris smiled at that and looked at him. “Full transparency… I thought that was you.”

The stallion’s eyes went wide. “Oh… Really? Me?”

The draconequus nodded. “I wanted to say something sooner but… by the time I was ready, you… Well… You just seemed so happy with Vapor.”

“I-I, um…” Soarin muttered. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else. I mean, you’re… you. You’re awesome.”

The draconequus chuckled and gave him a light push with her right hand. “Go solve your little murder.”

“Oh, yeah!” The cop gasped. “I’ll see you later, then,” he said, before he ran out of the shop.

“Yeah,” Eris muttered. “Later.”

Outside, Misty was standing by the car, waiting. “There you are.”

“Sorry about that,” Soarin apologized as he ran over to her. “She just told me she had a crush on me and… well, it sort of blew my mind.”

Misty sighed and opened the passenger door before walking around to the driver’s side door. “Just get in. And, try not to seduce anyone else today?”

“Hey, it wasn’t on purpose,” Soarin said as he got in the car. “But, there is one more place we can check.”

Eris watched them drive off before she left the window to resume her job.

“Are you sure about this?” Misty asked.

Soarin nodded and opened the double doors leading into the Demon sisters’ fashion company. They walked across the lobby to the receptionist. The mare at the desk was a dark yellow unicorn wearing a fancy black dress gown. Her hair was long and silver with a black skull clip keeping strands of hair out of her left eye. She looked up at them and closed the magazine she was reading.

“How can I help our city’s finest?” She asked in an unenthused young adult voice, putting her around 21 years of age.

“We’re looking for Shrill and Trill,” Misty said. “Just need to ask them a few questions, Miss…”

“Vinegar,” the mare said, before she pressed a button on her desk intercom. “Hey, there’s two cops here looking for the bosses.” She then went back to staring at Soarin and Misty. “They’ll be down shortly.”

Misty smiled and eyed the black dress. “Say, that’s a lovely dress you have on.”

“Thanks. It reminds me of death.”

“Okay…” Misty muttered. “Well, we’ll just wait over here.” She then pulled Soarin aside. “She’s fun.”

The stallion chuckled. “At least the sisters are coming.”

“Maybe,” Misty replied as she crossed her arms. “Didn’t get much confirmation.”

Soarin looked over at the receptionist. "I say we wait a few more minutes. Then, we'll try again later."

Misty nodded and crossed her arms. "Do you really think they're involved?"

The stallion shrugged. "They're shady. I know that for a fact."

"Do you think they'd tell us even if they knew?"

"Not sure. It depends on how it affects them, I guess."

"Well, look who it is," came a familiar voice. The cops looked over to see the orange unicorn approaching them, wearing a shoulderless black dress. "Sorry for the wait. We're in the middle of planning our next catalog."

"No apology necessary," Misty Fly greeted. "We just have one question for you and then we'll be on our way."

"Oh?" Trill asked. "What is it?"

"We found a body," Misty continued. "Looked like it was tied to a chair and then eaten by an animal."

Trill stared at them. "Uh... And, you're asking if I know anything?"

Soarin nodded. "Yes."

The orange mare sighed and shook her head. "Why would I know anything about that?"

The stallion let out a soft chuckle. “Just covering all our bases. I mean, you two are suspected of being crime bosses like Dusk, right?”

Trill’s eyes narrowed. “Those are the allegations. However, you will never find anything linking us to a crime.”

“Maybe,” Soarin said plainly. “Then, let this be a friendly warning. If you are involved in criminal activity, you might have some competition looking to take Dusk’s place.”

He then turned and started walking away. Misty gave the orange mare a light smile before quickly running after Soarin. Trill watched them both leave before she made her way back to the elevator.

Outside, Misty and Soarin entered their car. “Was that really wise?” Misty asked as she looked over at him.

“If they are what we think they are, then maybe they can deal with this problem. Besides, I’d rather have them run this city than whoever’s out there eating bodies.”

Misty nodded and turned on the engine. “Fair.”