Shrill & Trill

Shrill held a bag of ice against a bruise above her right eye as she and her sister sat in the back of an ambulance. Soarin and Misty walked over, the mare carrying a bag.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Misty asked with a hand on her hip.

“That’s not very professional,” Trill pointed out. “That how you treat all of Manehattan’s victims?”

“Cut the shit,” Misty sighed as she pulled out one of Shrill’s guns from the bag she was carrying. “Found these guns. They yours?” When the sisters said nothing, Misty put the gun back in the bag. “What happened?”

Shrill leaned her head back and let the ice sit on her face while she crossed her arms. “It was that bitch, Cherry Bomb.”

“Cherry Bomb?” Misty asked. “Who’s that?”

“She’s the new Dusk,” Trill replied. “Has her old crew, too.”

“And, how do you know that?” Misty asked with a smile. “You two are bad.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Shrill muttered.

“I agree,” Soarin spoke up. “So, what did this Cherry Bomb look like?” Shrill and Trill kept their mouths shut as they eyed each other. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get a good look at the one who punched you in the face.”

“We can’t,” Trill grunted through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean, you can’t?” Misty asked, raising her voice. “If you know anything, you need to tell us.”

“We can’t,” Shrill repeated, also raising her voice.

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because if we do, Coco dies!”

Misty went wide-eyed as she and Soarin eyed each other. “W… What?” The mare asked. “Then, we’ll put her under protection.”

Shrill shook her head. “If you try, she dies.”

“How can you be sure?” Soarin asked calmly.

“She knew about a conversation my sister and I had. No one was around. I don’t know how she heard but she has eyes and ears all over this city. Coco won’t be safe if we give Cherry up.”

“But, she allowed you to tell us her name?” The stallion asked as he crossed his arms.

Trill nodded. “She wanted you to know who runs this city now.”

Misty grabbed her shoulder radio and turned to speak into it. “I need any info on a Cherry Bomb. ASAP.”

“Pulling up the file now, Chief,” came a stallion’s voice.

Shrill sighed as Trill put a hand on her sister’s knee. The purple mare smiled lightly and gently held her sister’s hand. Misty eyed them before the stallion got back to her.

“I found it, but… most of it’s been redacted or deleted.”

“What?!” Misty exclaimed. “How… What’s left?”

“Name, Cherry Bomb. Age, 31. Species, Earth Pony. Color, White.”

Misty waited for more. When nothing else came, she scoffed. “That’s it?! Dammit!”

“That’s all you can tell us?” Soarin asked the Daemons. “How do you even know Cherry’s listening?”

“We’re not willing to take that chance,” Trill replied, her eyes narrowing

“Why do you care about her so much?”

“Why don’t you?!” Shrill yelled.

The stallion knew they were right and nodded. “Alright. Then, we’ll open an investigation based on what we know.”

Misty sighed heavily but also nodded in agreement. “I suppose we’ll have to. Coco’s been through enough already.”

“Can we have those back?” Trill asked as she eyed the bag Misty Fly was still carrying.

The chief of police chuckled. “Are you kidding? Why would I give you your guns back?”

“Because, we clearly suck at hand-to-hand combat,” Shrill pointed out. “What if Cherry comes after us again?”

“I don’t see how that’s…” Misty began, before Soarin put a hand on her shoulder. When she looked at him, he nodded slowly. She went wide-eyed and slowly shook her head.

“Trust me,” he said, moving his hand to the bag handle.

Misty hesitated but let out a sigh and passed him the bag. “If anything happens, Soarin…”

“I’ll take the blame, I know,” The stallion said with a smile as he set the bag down between the two sisters.

Shrill and Trill both eyed them before they retrieved their weapons. As they held them Misty placed her hand on her own gun while Soarin did nothing. The Daemons then holstered their firearms.

“Thanks,” Shrill muttered.

Soarin stepped beside Misty to give the two room to leave the ambulance. “If you two are feeling better, you may leave.”

“What are you…” Misty began, before Soarin put his arm around her shoulders. “The fuck?”

Shrill and Trill slowly stepped out of the ambulance and stretched. As they limped past the cops, they eyed them as if expecting to be tackled and handcuffed. When they had gotten a few feet away, Soarin turned around to face them.

“Actually, would you like a ride back?” He asked, the sudden sound of his voice making them jump a little. “I could find you a ride while Misty follows in your car.”

The Daemons slowly turned around. “Why?” Asked Trill.

Soarin crossed his arms with a smile. “It’s our job. Nothing here proves you’re criminals. So, as far as the law is concerned, you’re innocent.“ As he talked, Misty just stared at him in disbelief. “And I can’t let two injured, innocent civilians drive home.”

Cherry opened the doors of a rundown night club and looked around. “Looks perfect,” she said as she led her crew inside.

“You sure no one’ll look in here?” Sandy asked. She was a blonde mare with curly white hair halfway down her back. She wore white boots, black shorts, thin white tube top that covered her flat chest, and a black choker.

“This place is fuckin’ condemned,” Cherry explained. “And they won’t touch it because it would cost too much to tear this to shit.”

“We’ll need to fix this place up,” Holly pointed out. “If we’re gonna stay here, that is.”

Cherry chuckled and looked over at her. “Stay here? This is just temporary. Besides, I have my own hotel room.”

Holly looked over at Salt and Pepper, who were crawling around and observing the stage. Salt even started to sniff the stripper pole. “What about them? I’m sure the hotel wouldn’t allow them inside.”

Cherry turned to face the stage and smiled. “Don’t worry about them. I wouldn’t trade them for the comfiest bed in the city”

“They really mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

The white mare hesitated in thought, her smile not fading one bit. “We found each other at the lowest points in our lives. I helped them, they helped me."

“Wow,” Holly chuckled as the two were-mares made their way over to them.

Pepper stood up and placed her hands on Holly’s shoulders. Before the mare could react, Pepper gave a long, slow lick up the mare's face. Holly stared at the were-mare as she walked away. Next, Salt stood up and did the same thing, only she stayed and gave more licks to the mare's neck. Holly slowly hugged the furry mare and let her continue her licks. Cherry just watched with a smile before Salt leaned into Holly, causing them to fall over. Holly ended up on the bottom as Salt started to lick the base of her neck, moving lower towards her chest.

Shrill and Trill sat in the back of Soarin‘s cruiser, the drive starting off quiet before Shrill spoke up. “Why are you really doing this?” She asked.

“I told you.”

“Oh, belay the transparent bullshit, please. Misty isn’t here right now. Stop pretending.”

Soarin stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at them in the rear view mirror. “If you are what we think you are, you don’t seem like the bad ones. At least, not right now.”

“I see,” Trill muttered as she pushed her glasses up on her nose.

The two sisters remained silent for the rest of the drive. Soarin said what he wanted so he, too, stayed silent. After he dropped them off, he closed the door and watched them limp towards their building.

“Hold up!” Misty called out, running from their car. The sisters stopped at the door as the cop held out their car keys. “Don’t forget these.” Shrill took them with a small smile before helping her sister inside. Once they were gone, Misty returned to Soarin. “So, what was that?”

“They aren’t the problem right now,” the stallion pointed out as he opened the passenger door for the chief. “If they’re crime lords, they could help us stop this Cherry Bomb.”

“It’s a pretty big risk.”

Soarin smiled. “Same kind of risk they took calling us?”

Shrill and Trill made their way to the bathroom on the top floor before Trill stumbled into the door with a grunt. Shrill quickly helped her up before the door to the bedroom opened up.

“Oh, my,” Coco gasped as she opened the door and ran over to them. “What happened?” She was wearing a thin, white nightgown that wasn't tied and would occasionally flash the mare's breasts.

“We found that mare you spoke with,” Shrill said as she helped her sister into the bathroom. “She’s taken over the Nightcrawlers.”

“Dusk’s gang?” Coco asked as she ran in after them to start a bath. “Why would they turn on you? Weren’t you with Dusk?”

Trill kicked off her shoes as Shrill started to unbutton her shirt. “Not really,” Shrill admitted. “We were planning to overthrow her. And somehow Cherry Bomb heard our conversation and told everyone.” Shrill then helped Trill into the bath, the orange mare letting out a deep groan and a sigh of relief.

“You were… going to kill Dusk?” Coco asked in shock.

Shrill pulled off her top and set it aside, her purple breasts fully exposed as she stood up. “We’re rivals. It’s what we do.”

Coco hugged herself as she eyed the floor. “I see.”

The purple mare walked over to her and placed her hands on the mare’s hips. “Dusk has her fair share of lies, too. There’s nothing that says she saw you as anything but a sex toy. We would never treat you that way.”

Coco sighed deeply. “I know she probably didn’t feel the same way, but… I-I mean, I liked it when she…”

Shrill tried to piece together what she was trying to say when it suddenly hit her. She then let out a chuckle. “Oh, you liked her dick.”

Coco blushed hard but nodded. “It felt really good, and… a-and she was so gentle with it. And the look on her face when she was on top of me…”

Shrill smiled and spun Coco around, her hands moving up Coco’s body to her breasts. “Sounds to me like what you enjoyed was the experience. What if I told you we had a strap-on?”

Coco moaned softly at the rubs to her chest. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never…”

“We could try tomorrow, if we’re all healed up by then.”

“I might need another day,” Trill spoke up. “My ankle is killing me.”

“I would like to go see Dusk tomorrow,” Coco muttered. “I need to know how she feels.”

Shrill nodded and nuzzled the mare’s neck. “Let’s go get some rest. If I'm better in the morning, I'll drive you.”

Joy, a yellow mare with long orange hair and big K-cups danced and swayed her hips while wearing only her bra and panties. The other Nightcrawlers watched and cheered, as did Cherry. Whenever the orange mare whipped around, her tits flopped around and almost escaped the bra a few times.

When Cherry’s phone vibrated, she sighed and left the group to answer it. Leaving the stage area, she made her way down an empty hall. “Hello?” She asked into her phone. “Well, I was planning on beginning in a couple days but things are escalating quicker. I’ll be starting tomorrow. Uh-huh.” She turned around to watch Joy dance and start swinging around the pole. “Don’t worry. If this fails, I’ve got a Plan B.”

After the conversation, she sighed and hung up before she made her way back to the group. When she rejoined the others, Joy got on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the stage, her eyes locked on her boss. Cherry smiled and moved up to her. Joy then sat up and undid her bra before she pulled it off, getting a loud cheer from the others. She then leaned forward and gripped the edge of the stage as she shook her dangling tits in the white mare’s face.

“Go on, ma’am,” Joy cooed. Cherry chuckled and placed her hands on Joy’s before she pressed her face to the breasts. "They're all yours."

Cherry pulled back with a smirk. "Is that so?"

"Mmm..." Joy moaned before she gently, and sensually, bit her lip. "What'll it take to... be able to spend the night with you?"

"Oh, you wanna fuck me, do you?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Cherry slid her right hand to the mare's neck. "Off the stage."

Without taking her eyes off her boss or pulling away, Joy slid her legs off the stage and then stood before the white mare. Cherry then pushed her up against the stage before gripping the mare's hips. Joy leaned back and rested her arms on the stage as she smiled.

"You're a little slut, aren't you?" Cherry asked as her fingers rubbed Joy's thighs.

The yellow mare nodded. "I'm whatever you need me to be."

Cherry ran her hands back up to the tits and smiled. “You wanna sleep with me that badly?” She asked. “I need you to prove yourself.”

“How?”

The white mare leaned in and whispered, “Kill… a cop.”

Soarin entered the shower back at his apartment and sighed when he felt the warm water on his bare skin. Soon, the pleasure he felt escalated when her felt a pair of tits against his back. A hand then reached around to gently stroke his rod. He smiled and placed his hands on the wall. "Couldn't wait?"

"No," Vapor replied. "I'm ready if you are."

The stallion slowly turned around and held the mare by the hips. The two then pressed together and kissed lovingly as their hands rubbed each other's back. They soon pulled back as Vapor turned her back to him and leaned forward, placing her hands on the wall. Soarin smiled and gripped his rod before her brought the tip to the mare's pussy. Slowly and gently, he pushed inside as Vapor let out a loud moan. Soarin reached around with his right hand to grip her right breast as he pushed more and more in.

"Finally..." Vapor moaned out, closing her eyes as she simply enjoyed the feeling of her lover's cock sliding back and forth against her tight vaginal walls. Each time she felt his balls slap her crotch, she moaned out even louder.

The Next Day

Shrill pulled up to the police station and put the car in park. “You sure about this?”

Coco nodded and took a deep breath. “I am.” She then opened the door and stepped out.

“I’ll be here when you’re done,” Shrill called out.

Coco shot her a small smile before she closed the door. She turned from the vehicle and took one more deep breath before heading inside. When she entered, she saw Vapor talking with Thunderlane. The stallion noticed her first and gave a light wave.

Vapor looked over, too, and smiled. “Coco. Hi. Something wrong?”

Coco walked over to her and cleared her throat. “I’d, uh… like to see Dusk.”

Vapor’s smiled faded slightly. “Really?”

Coco nodded. “There’s something I need to ask her.”

“Uh…” Thunderlane muttered. “I suppose we can allow that.”

“Can Vapor bring me?” Coco asked nervously. “A-And no cameras?”

Vapor and Thunderlane eyed each other before the Lieutenant spoke up. “Vapor can accompany you, but we need to at least keep the audio in case Dusk says anything. And, Vapor needs to watch you two the whole time.”

“That’s fine,” Coco muttered.

Thunderlane nodded and looked at the Officer beside him. “Alright, then.”

Cherry parked her van in an alley near the police station with Salt, Pepper, Holly, Joy, and a few others in the back. “Remember the plan. And please don’t fuck this up.”

Coco entered the holding cells where Midnight and Dusk were kept. The midnight blue mare gasped and stood up before running to the bars for a better look.

“Is that my sweet little Coco?” Dusk asked. “It’s been so long.”

Coco smiled and walked up to the bars. “Hey, Dusk. How are you?”

“Oh, miserable,” the blue mare groaned as she rested her forehead on the vertical metal bars. “I have to resort to masturbating. And whenever I try someone sees and complains.”

“No one’s watching now,” Coco replied softly.

Dusk eyed Vapor and then the camera. When she looked back at Coco, she gave a light nod. She reached down and pulled her cock out, making Vapor stare.

“I-I don’t think you should be…” Vapor began, before Coco got on her knees and started sucking. “Oh, my,” Vapor muttered with a huge blush.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Dusk moaned out. “Fuck, I missed this.”

Coco eyed her and pulled off so she could stroke the meat pole. “Is this all you missed?”

"Wh-What do you mean?" Dusk asked as she gripped the cell bars.

"What about me?"

"Of course I missed you."

"Why?" Coco asked as she gripped the rod tightly. "Why'd you miss me?"

"Well, I haven't had anyone to fuck for six days now."

Coco sighed heavily and crossed her arms. "That's it, then? I'm just a... a-a sex toy, to you?"

Dusk stared at her before she tilted her head. "Huh?" Coco just looked down at the ground before the blue mare understood. "Wait. Did you... fall for me?" Coco quickly turned and ran out of the room. "W-Wait, Coco!" Dusk called, before Vapor shot her an angry look.

"Put that away," Vapor said, motioning to the blue mare's exposed dick.

As Coco ran out of the building, Shrill left her car to join her on the sidewalk. "Are you okay?"

The cream mare sniffled and hugged the Daemon. As Shrill hugged back, Soarin pulled up to the curb as he and Misty left the car. When they saw each other, Shrill said nothing. Soarin and Misty made their way towards the front door. As they passed the two mares, Soarin stopped.

"She okay?" He asked.

Shrill nodded. "She just came out like this. If I were to wager a guess, I'd say she didn't hear the words she wanted to hear."

"She never cared," Coco whimpered.

Inside, Misty went over to Thunderlane and Vapor. "What happened?"

"Coco wanted to speak with Dusk," Vapor explained. "Dusk implied she never cared about her."

"Not... true..." Dusk protested before she backed up to sit on her cot.

Misty stepped into the doorway before Thunderlane approached her. "Any progress on Cherry Bomb?" He asked.

The Chief shook her head. "Nothing yet, no."

"Cherry Bomb?" Midnight asked from her cell as she sat up, a knowing grin on her face. "Did you say Cherry Bomb?"

Misty eyed Thunderlane and Vapor before she made her over to the former deputy's cell. "What do you know about her?"

Midnight Strike chuckled. "Twelve years ago, there were brutal murders that looked like an animal ate the bodies."

"Dicks missing?" Misty asked, crossing her arms.

Midnight nodded. "First, a couple of stallions were found mauled in an alley. Then, a smoothie shop owner."

"How was Cherry Bomb involved?"

"She worked at the smoothie shop," Midnight explained. "And she'd just been fired. The stallions that were found dead had also raped and murdered Cherry's friend."

"If you knew all this, how is she still at large?"

"Her files were practically wiped," Midnight shrugged. "Someone didn't want us to know much about her. But, the killings soon stopped. At least, there weren't any more bodies found. If she's back, then you're fucked. We hunted her for a while but we never saw her for visual confirmation. And anyone who would've seen her or known her personally either went missing or were the bodies we found. So, if I were you, I'd just give up. You can't win against her.

Misty nodded. "We'll see."

Cherry Bomb held up a remote and chuckled. "Good thing I left their car intact."

Yesterday...

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.”

She then led her crew out of the parking garage and stopped, her eyes falling on the Daemon sisters' car. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small remote-controlled cherry bomb.

Today...

The white mare pressed the button on the remote. The car then exploded in a ball of fire, sending Shrill and Coco flying into the front doors of the police station. They then hit the ground hard and rolled down the front steps.