Shrill & Trill

A group of about fifteen mares and stallions were chilling out on the top floor of a parking garage. Some were playing cards, a couple were arm wrestling, and others were just talking. They all stopped and looked towards the ramp leading down to the previous floor. They could hear approaching footsteps and all pulled out their guns. One of the stallions moved closer to the ramp.

“Yo, who’s there?” He called out. “Ain’t no cars up here!”

It was then he saw Cherry Bomb round the corner and proceed up the ramp towards him, hands behind her back. “Is this the current hangout for the city’s garbage?”

The stallion raised his gun. “Piss off, lady.”

“Whoa, hold the fuck up,” the mare chuckled, still moving closer. “I think you’re gonna wanna hear what I have to say.”

The stallion’s eyes narrowed but he backed up, allowing the mare to continue while he kept his gun on her. The other fourteen all stood up and watched. Cherry have the solo stallion a wink before she made her way towards the group of fourteen.

“The Nightcrawlers,” Cherry said as she held out her right hand. In it was a grenade, missing its pin. The fifteen mares and stallions all cocked their guns. “Whoa, don’t any of you fucks recognize this little beauty? It’s an M67. Most powerful grenade in the fuckin’ world. Fatality rate of 5 meters. Fuse length of 4-5 seconds. You’d all be dead as shit right now if I let go of this bad boy.”

“What do you want?” Asked one of the mares.

Cherry smiled. “I wanna be your new leader.”

The group started laughing, making the white mare frown. When she held up her other hand, which held the grenade’s pin, everyone immediately quieted down. “I see I’ll need to be more forward with you.” She then chucked the pin off the roof, making the Nightcrawlers gasp.

“But… the grenade!” A stallion yelled.

Cherry sighed and made her way towards them. “Aren’t you tired of losing?” She asked. “You all could be so much more. You just need the right leader.” Her eyes fell on a mare who seemed interested. Cherry held out her empty right hand. “Come.”

The mare obediently began to walk closer. “Holly!” One of the stallions loudly whispered. “What are you doing?!”

Holly took the mare’s hand as Cherry stepped up to her. “Holly Crisp, ma’am.”

“Hello, Holly. I’m Cherry Bomb. Do you trust me, Holly?”

"I just met you," the cream mare said. "But, you seem confident enough."

"Well, then," Cherry said as she pulled the mare close and put her arm around her waist. "If I let this go," she started as she raised the grenade between their faces. "do you trust me to protect you?"

Holly eyed the grenade, then Cherry. "I do."

The white mare smiled and looked at the others. "What about all of you?"

The purple stallion stepped forward. "We'll need a bit more convincing," he said as he crossed his arms. "Why should we follow you?"

Cherry hesitated before she scoffed. "Shit, alright," she said as she stepped around Holly. "You are but a mere fifteen. I can make you operate like you're fifty."

"How so?" Asked the silver stallion.

"Better armor and weapons," Cherry chuckled. "I can get you all vests and rifles."

"And... how?" The silver stallion asked again.

Cherry sighed and took a few steps towards the group. "Does it really matter how? What are you doing right now? Hanging out on rooftops until Dusk escapes? I doubt you all have a plan to break her out yourself."

"And, you do?" The orange stallion asked.

"Wha-ha-hat?!" Cherry exclaimed. "Shit, no! I got my own agenda. Besides, that stupid bitch got most of her crew killed and winded up in prison. Why would you want that failure back? I can lead you to victory."

Holly walked up to stand beside the white mare. "We need this," she said. "Those Daemon sisters made it out. Maybe we can all team up against the..."

"Oh, no no no," Cherry interrupted. "Shrill and Trill have their own plans. Apparently, they had plans to overthrow Dusk while they pretended to work with her." The Nightcrawlers all gasped softly and eyed each other. "I am simply picking up the pieces. But, I can offer you revenge against the Daemon sisters."

As the group thought about it, one by one they came over to stand with Cherry, until there was one left; Surge. "Are you all serious?" He asked. "If Dusk gets out, you're all dead."

Cherry groaned and looked at her group. "I think we have enough," she said before she snapped her fingers.

Surge let out a yell when he was tackled by a naked furry brown mare. The stallion let out a yell when the mare tore a chunk out of his throat with her sharp teeth. The Nightcrawlers looked on in horror as the mare spun around and dug the claws of her right foot into the stallion's face. As Surge screamed and gurgled in pain, the mare tore his pants open and wrapped her mouth around his cock. Sheathing the whole pole in her mouth, she clamped her teeth together and tore it off.

Cherry sighed and put a hand on her hip. "She loves to go for the dick." The group all gasped and made a path as a white, naked, furry mare approached Cherry. She held up her hand and dropped the grenade pin into the white mare's hand. "Thanks, sweetie," Cherry cooed as she put the pin back in the grenade.

"So, the grenade was just a decoy?" Holly asked.

Cherry eyed her. "Salt and Pepper. A higher breed of werepony. Much more cunning and dangerous then earlier wereponies. Definitely more dangerous than a grenade," Cherry said as she held out the grenade to the cream mare. "Here."

Holly accepted the grenade. "Oh, uh. Thanks?"

Pepper stood up as blood stained the fur around her mouth. She let half of the cock slip from her mouth as Salt walked over to her. The white were-mare leaned in and sucked in the other half of the rod as the two mares kissed as they chewed the severed dick. Blood dripped down their chins as Cherry sighed.

"It's sweet, isn't it?" She asked. "It's like a dildo that you can eat."

"I'm gonna be sick," the red stallion groaned.

Gorge chuckled nervously. "I'm, uh... glad I joined."

“So, what’s the plan?” Asked Butternut.

Salt and Pepper tore the dick in half and each ate their portion as they returned to Cherry. The other Nightcrawlers kept their distance, except for Holly and Chill. Salt put an arm around the white mare while Pepper looked around. Her eyes first fell on Holly before going to Chill.

“You… aren’t afraid?” Pepper asked in her low raspy voice.

Chill smiled. “You’re terrifying, but… I trust you.”

The brown were-mare slowly walked up to the stallion, a small smirk on her face. She then dropped to her knees and began fumbling with the stallion’s pants.

“U-Um…” The stallion muttered as he did his best to hide a blush.

Pepper reached inside his pants and pulled out his rod. Without hesitation, she dove forward and took the whole thing. Chill could feel himself penetrate her throat as his balls slapped her chin.

“She sure loves dick.” Cherry then looked at Holly, who was watching the brown wolf mare suck away. “Feeling left out?” She asked, getting the cream mare’s attention. “Lucky for you, Salt happens to love pussy.”

Holly blushed and looked at the white were-mare, ego crouched down and moved closer. Holly did nothing as the white mare leaned in and pressed her nose to the mare’s crotch. She inhaled deeply before giving the clothed crotch a lick. Not able to take it anymore, Holly quickly grabbed her shorts and unzipped them before pulling the flaps apart to expose her pussy. Salt dove in and started lapping away noisily.

Cherry chuckled and patted both Chill and Holly on the shoulder before looking at the others. “So… when the Daemon sisters come by to recruit you…”

Pepper’s ears twitched as she pulled off the cock. “Someone’s coming.”

“Yeah, me…” the stallion moaned.

Pepper eyed him before she started to quickly jerk him off. The stallion’s cum shot past her face and splattered on the pavement. When he was done, Pepper quickly ran over to the edge of the roof to look down. She was just in time to see Shrill and Trill enter the first floor.

“It’s them,” she growled as Holly squeaked.

Salt lapped up the juices and licked her lips before she quickly and quietly crawled over to the ramp to listen.

Cherry chuckled and put her arms around Chill and Holly, pulling them closer. The white mare could feel Holly’s juices on her leg as well as Chill’s rod on her other. “I hope you both enjoyed your little treat. If you treat my girls right, they may treat you again. Now… when the sisters arrive, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

Shrill and Trill made their way towards the ramp leading up to the top floor. “Seems quiet,” Trill pointed out.

“Too quiet,” Shrill agreed. “Do you think anyone’s even here?”

Shrill shrugged. “Can’t hurt to check.” When they were halfway up the ramp, the Nightcrawlers all lined up at the top. “Friends!” Shrill exclaimed with a smile.

Shrill’s smile soon faded when the Nightcrawlers all pulled their weapons on them. “Traitors!” One yelled.

Trill sighed and stepped forward. “I don’t know what you heard or where you heard it from, but we haven’t betrayed anyone.”

“Dusk!” Butternut shouted. “You betrayed Dusk!”

Shrill chuckled and held her hands up by her head. “We didn’t betray Dusk.”

“Having second thoughts?!” Called an unseen mare. The group of Nightcrawlers all parted to make a path for their new boss. Cherry Bomb walked past them towards the Daemon Sisters. “No,” Cherry continued. “Although, I wouldn’t be against the idea of a double-cross.”

“What the hell?” Trill said as she stared in shock, remembering this conversation. Going by Shrill’s expression, so did she.

"A backstabbing?” Cherry continued. “How wonderful. We could probably run things better than her, anyway. There's no denying she's formidable. If we kill her, others will try for her position. Then, we'll kill… them… too," she finished as she stopped in front of the two sisters. “Sounds to me like you were plannin’ on killin’ her crew, too.”

“How’d you hear th…” Shrill started, before Trill bumped her with an elbow.

Cherry chuckled. “So, it’s true. Good. I’m glad I can trust my sources.”

“Your sources can gorge themselves on the excrement they crawled out of, you festering amalgamation of fecal matter,” Trill hissed.

Shrill eyed her before she looked at Cherry. “So, who are you, anyways?”

“Oh, I’m sure Coco told you about me,” Cherry smiled.

“How would Coco know anything about you?” Shrill asked.

“Save it, sister,” Trill sighed as she crossed her arms. “She clearly knows everything. That’s why she’s here.”

“Oh, the little rage demon has called the fuck down?” Cherry teased. “Nothing to add?”

Trill’s eyes narrowed even more. “You putrid cum dumpster.”

The white mare chuckled and put her right hand on Trill’s left shoulder and her left hand on Shrill’s right shoulder. “Oh, you two. I’m gonna enjoy fuckin’ with you girls. Such a shame we had to do this as enemies. Could’ve made excellent partners.”

“We could still work together,” Shrill offered.

Cherry eyed her before she burst out laughing. “Who would work for a couple of backstabbing fucks like you?!” Both sisters narrowed their eyes as Cherry went on. “But, I’ll tell you what,” she started as she backed up a few steps. “If you can beat me in hand-to-hand combat, I’ll let you run the Nightcrawlers.”

Shrill and Trill eyed each other, both knowing they were better with guns than fists. They still pulled out their guns and tossed them aside before they held up their fists.

Cherry scoffed tauntingly. “Cute.” She interlocked her fingers and cracked her knuckles before moving closer.

The next three minutes was all a blur for the two Daemons. First, they were holding their own, each taking turns throwing punches. However, as they fought, they only got more and more beaten up while Cherry remained untouched. When they chose to gang up on the white mare, that’s when they lost. Cherry sidestepped and grabbed Shrill’s wrist before throwing her into her sister. Both fell off the ramp and hit the cement hard with a pained grunt.

Cherry walked over to them and, as Shrill was trying to get up, kicked the purple mare right in the forehead. Shrill grunted and fell back down as Trill felt her own ankle, letting out a wince of pain.

“You did good, but… you still lost,” Cherry floated as she squatted down. “But this isn’t the end for you two. I want you two… to be alive… when this fuckin' city becomes mine. Until then, though, I would refrain from telling the cops what I look like. Unless you want Coco to wind up dead like that other stallion.”

Shrill glared at her. “You’re dead.”

Cherry chuckled and stood up. “Dead, huh? That’s funny.” She then looked at the Nightcrawlers. “Let’s go, everyone. These two need some time to recuperate.” When Cherry was about to head down the next ramp, she stopped and looked over at the two sisters. “Oh, if you see the cops, you can tell them Cherry Bomb did this. That should stir shit up.”

Shrill watched them all leave before she looked over at Trill, who was curled up on the cold, hard floor and holding her ankle. "What the hell happened?"

Trill looked at her with a grunt. "Not sure, but... everything hurts. And it happened so fast..."

Shrill crawled over to the orange mare and rolled onto her back. She then pulled out her cell phone with a grunt. "Even my fingers hurt," she said as she stared at her cell. "Shit," she muttered, before she dialed 911.