Shrill & Trill

by Pinkamena666

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Gore, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Coco Pommel, Thriller, Drama, Original Character, Soarin, Fetish, Other, Non-consensual, Wonderbolts, Sex
Length: 25838

Shrill/"Scanty" and Trill/"Kneesocks" face off against Cherry Bomb and her "were-mares" Salt and Pepper.

Equestria Expanded Universe #14
Manehattan #2

2017 A.W.
After the arrest of Dusk Flight and Midnight Strike, Shrill and Trill now stand unopposed. In addition to hiring Coco Pommel as their new P.A., the sisters also attempt to take over the Nightcrawlers. However, it may not be so easy when Cherry Bomb rises up with her "were-mares" Salt and Pepper to do the very same.

Panty and Stocking clashes with Hazbin Hotel as "Scanty" and "Kneesocks" face off against Cherry Bomb!

Published 2022-11-24 04:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-13 06:21:13 UTC

Cop Clop

SHRILL & TRILL
PART 1

Trill swerved to the right to avoid being rammed by Misty. "This is becoming rather irritating."

Misty looked ahead at the bridge and moved her truck to the left, keeping up with the sisters. As Dusk made it to the bridge, so did the Daemons and Misty. The second they were about to get on the bridge, Misty rammed them and knocked them to the side.

"Shit!" both Shrill and Trill yelled as their car broke through the guard rail and plummeted down into the water below. Misty watched them go over with a smile, not actually knowing who was in the car.

A couple minutes later, Shrill and Trill emerged from the water, both gasping for air. As they coughed up water, they swam to a nearby parking lot. Shrill was the first to hoist herself up onto dry land and then proceeded to help her sister out. Both mares hugged each other as they shivered.

Shrill + Trill’s Room

The two sisters quickly ran into the bathroom and Trill turned on the shower. After they disrobed, they both got in as the warm water washed over them.

Shrill slammed her fist against the wall. “I liked that car.”

Trill pressed her chest to her sister’s back and hugged her. “Me, too. What next, big sis?”

The purple mare sighed before she felt Trill’s hand rub her breasts. She let out a soft chuckle but did nothing to stop her. “Well, it depends on the outcome. If the cops win, which they most certainly will, Dusk and Thrall will be imprisoned and the bomb will be deactivated. That leaves us to rule this city.”

“We should move quickly once the fight’s over,” Trill said as she twirled the nipples with her thumb and index fingers. “Before someone else takes it over.”

“There’s still a decent number of Nightcrawlers left,” Shrill moaned before she turned to face her sister. “They won’t give up their territory.” Trill began to kiss the purple mare’s chest as her hands rested on the shoulders. “They’ll probably try and free Dusk from prison.”

Trill moved lower until she was on her knees and looking at her sister's pussy. "If they are as incompetent as they were, I doubt that will happen." She leaned in and kissed the purple crotch. "That being said, we should keep our eyes out. Maybe even partner with the cops."

"Partner with the cops?" Shrill asked. "Coco saw us. If she got away from Dusk, she'll probably tell the cops. We'll need a way to get out of that."

"Hmm..." Trill thought aloud as she leaned in and started licking. As her sister moaned, she thought hard. She soon pulled back and licked her lips. "I have an idea. In the event Dusk loses, we help the cops fix the damages and we hire Coco. She works in fashion and I bet she could use a better job. Not to mention she already knows about us."

"That's risky," Shrill sighed, rubbing the orange mare's horn sensually. "They could arrest us if both Coco and Dusk give us up."

Trill pushed two fingers into the pussy and started to wiggle them around. "We'll need to make sure Dusk thinks we're still helping her. We also need to get to Coco quickly."

Shrill moaned out. "Aaaand, if Dusk wins?"

Trill stared at the purple mare's clit. "Then... we continue to play along." She then dove in and gently bit the nub. Shrill moaned out and squirted her love juice in her sister's face. As she breathed heavily, Trill stood back up. "Your turn."

2 Days Later...

Misty Fly's Apartment

Wild Fire was knelt on Misty Fly's bed, wearing a tube top and shorts. The pale amber mare reading a magazine while the shower in the bathroom could be heard. The water soon turned off and a couple minutes passed before Misty left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Wild Fire looked up at her with a light blush but smiled.

Misty smiled back. "You look nervous. It's not like we don't see each other naked all the time at work."

"I know," Wild replied. "But... this is different because..."

"Because no one's around so anything can happen?" Misty asked. "And, at work, it's professional?" Wild nodded. The Police Chief smiled and dropped her towel, exposing her F-cups. She then went to sit on the bed next to the Cadet. "What sort of things do you think could happen in a situation like this?"

"Well..." Wild Fire began. "For starters, we're both attractive and in close proximity... so kissing could be expected."

"Kissing, huh?" Misty asked as she leaned in close. "How much tongue would be involved?"

The pale amber mare shuddered a little. "U-Um, well... probably a lot. A lot of tongue."

"A lot?" Misty asked. "Sounds hot."

She closed the gap and kissed Wild on the lips. The barely-clothed mare moaned and kissed back. Their tongues soon found their way into each other's mouth as they licked around. Both mares soon felt saliva running down their chins as their tongues rubbed together and swapped spit. When both mares finally pulled away, they had to swallow.

"What else could happen?" Asked Misty.

Wild felt like a puddle right now. "W-Well, u-uh... the more dominant one could... lay the other one down on their back..."

"Oh, like this?" Misty cooed as she placed her hand on Wild's chest and gently pushed her back. She then moved atop her and held her wrists down.

Wild Fire's face turned completely red as she nodded. "A-And, then... the one on top could... explore the other's body."

"Sounds hot," Misty cooed, before she lowered herself onto the mare.

She placed kisses on the mare's neck and trailed them down to the flat-ish chest.

Meadow Flower's Apartment

Coco was knelt on Meadow's bed as the white mare rubbed her shoulders. "That feels nice." Both mares wore a black tank top and short shorts that only went halfway to the knees.

"So, what was it like?" Meadow asked. "Being a captive, and all."

Coco sighed. "I didn't feel like I was in danger. It was... interesting. I just..." She sighed again, this time even deeper. "I just wish it was under different circumstances."

"I hear ya," Meadow smiled. "And, how'd you fall for Dusk?"

"She was just... nice to me," Coco explained. "And, she was seductive." Meadow slid to the side and then pulled Coco down onto her back before getting atop her. Coco blushed hard with eyes wide open in shock. "M-Meadow, this is... extremely sudden."

The white mare chuckled. "I know. We don't have to sex, Coco. You just seem like the type who likes close contact. Like hugging or cuddling," she said, her right leg resting between Coco's legs as her head rested on Coco's right shoulder. Her right arm draped over the mare's body as she smiled and nuzzled Coco's neck.

Coco smiled with a blush but placed her right hand on the mare's hip. "This is rather nice."

Soarin's Apartment

Vapor sat on the couch wearing a blue bra and panties when a shirtless Soarn dropped down beside her. "Here," he said as he held out a glass of lemonade.

Vapor took hers as both took a sip. "Mmm..." Vapor cooed. "Feels great on a hot day like today."

Soarin smiled and nodded. "Sure does." He looked her over, his eyes going down her body and then up to her breasts.

Vapor noticed and took another sip. “So, we’re…”

Soarin pulled his gaze off the mare’s body to look her in the eyes. “Uh… Yeah, I… suppose we are.”

Vapor’s eyes went to the stallion’s chest and looked him over before going to his crotch. She bit her lip and looked away before taking a sip. “I’m… still kinda hot.”

Soarin eyed her before looking at his lemonade with ice. He smiled and fished out one of the ice cubes before he reached over. “How about this?” He asked, rubbing it against the mare’s neck.

Vapor shuddered cutely and eyed him with a light smile. “I-It’s cold,” she answered. “Feels nice.”

Soarin smiled and ran it over her upper chest, making her shudder even more. The stallion smiled and started to rub the upper exposed part of Vapor’s right breast.

“S-Soarin, that’s… sensitive…” Vapor practically moaned.

Suddenly getting a devious idea, Soarin set the ice on the mare's cleavage before fishing another cube out of the lemonade. Before the mare could ask why, he placed the second cube on the cleavage before pushing both inside. Vapor shuddered and let out a few gasps.

"What... Why?" She asked with a blush.

"Because, the noises you're making are cute," Soarin admitted before he gently held the sides of the breasts and pressed them even more together.

"S-Soarin..." Vapor moaned, feeling the ice cubes between her tits and the water running down her body. It was indeed cooling her down but the sensation of the whole situation was inching her closer to an orgasm. "S-Sensitive."

The stallion then reached into the lemonade again and grabbed the last ice cube before rubbing the mare’s belly with it. When he started rubbing her belly button, the mare squeaked as her panties became damp. A huge blush spread across her face as she covered her mouth.

Soarin stopped and looked down. “Did you just… have an…”

Vapor nodded. “I-I said those were sensitive and then you started rubbing my belly…”

“Just from ice cubes?”

Vapor hesitated before she shook her head. “A-Also… how you… touched my…”

“Oh,” Soarin chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I may have taken it too far.”

Vapor simply stared at him for a few seconds before she leaned forward slightly and undid her bra. She then pulled it off and tossed it away, more sitting topless as her D-cups hung freely. The ice cube dropped into her lap, drawing a shudder from her before she brushed them off onto the floor.

Soarin smiled and put his arm around her. She smiled back at him before looking down at his shorts. She saw a pretty visible bulge running down his right pant leg, stopping just before poking out of the end. She looked up at Soarin before reaching a hand over to grip the bulge.

“Vapor, you don’t have to…” he began.

“Shh,” Vapor interrupted. “You made me feel good. Let me do the same for you.”

The mare began to quickly stroke the bulge. She could feel its heat through the fabric as well as its throbbing. Her whole face turned red as she sped up a little. As she did, Soarin pulled her into a kiss before his right hand found its way to her left breast.

Vapor broke the kiss to stare the stallion in the eyes. Suddenly, and without warning, she turned to straddle the stallion’s right leg. Pressing her crotch to the bulge, she began to rub against it with slow thrusts. Soarin moaned as he felt her warmth through their clothes. Her tits pressed to his chest as she rocked her hips. They kissed deeply as the stallion's hands gripped the mare's butt. Both moaned into each other's lips as Soarin felt close to his first orgasm while Vapor was nearing a second.

Vapor suddenly squeaked as Soarin felt a new wetness on his crotch. Without saying anything, he let his own orgasm happen, not really caring where his semen landed. After a few more spurts he felt the rest dribble down his leg. Vapor lay panting atop him, both staying quiet for a moment, not saying anything, until…

“Did you have another orgasm?” Soarin asked.

Vapor nodded and brought her right leg over Soarin’s left to properly straddle his lap. She then looked over her shoulder to see all the cum on the floor. “Oh, my. That’s a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the stallion said with a smile. “If it stains, it will just be a permanent reminder of our first time.”

Vapor giggled. “This technically wasn't our first.”

"Well..." Soarin started as he gently rubbed the mare's hips. "Maybe next time?"

Vapor reached her hands out to rub his chest. "There are... other things I'd like to try... before we go all the way."

Soarin nodded. "I'm okay with that," he said, before he grabbed her tits and dove his face between them.

"Soarn!" Vapor gasped. "S-Sensitive!"

Job Upgrade

Trill re-entered the studio where Shrill was talking with one of the photographers. "Sister," she said with an urgent tone.

The purple mare eyed her before holding up a finger to the photographer. She then walked over to meet with her sibling. "What's wrong?"

"The cops," Trill answered. "They mentioned we may have competition."

"With clothes?" Shrill asked. "Or, the other thing?"

"The other thing. They found a body tied to a chair and eaten."

"Wow," Shrill muttered as she rubbed her chin in thought. "That's brutal. Do they have any leads?"

Trill shrugged. "Didn't ask. But it seemed like they knew nothing. They even asked me if we knew anything."

The purple mare chuckled. "Still trying to nail us, huh?"

"What do we do about this?"

Shrill thought for a moment before she smiled deviously. "We recruit that Coco. Then, we find out what we can about this new player... and tell the cops what we find."

"Tell the cops?" Trill asked. "Why?"

"Dear sister," Shrill cooed. "If we help them, we could be seen as heroes. Then, they might finally back off of us."

"I don't know," the orange unicorn muttered. "It's risky."

"As long as we play our cards right, we'll be fine."

Soarin dropped down on the couch with a sigh as he thought back to earlier with Eris. Vapor closed the door and eyed him as she pulled her jacket off.

“You okay?” She asked as she made her way over.

Soarin looked over at her and shrugged. “I saw Eris today.”

“Our cute, chaotic little friend?” Vapor cooed with a smile as she undid her belt and unbuttoned her pants. She then sat down and began to work her pants off. “What happened?”

“She confessed to… liking me,” Soarin explained. “Like… like-like.”

“She has a crush on you?” Vapor asked, now only in her underwear. “Wow.” The mare then let out one of her cute giggles. “A goddess of chaos loves my boyfriend. I’m honored.”

Soarin let a chuckle escape through his nose as he put an arm around her. “It’s just, she and I have known each other since she arrived in this city. It’s been an interesting relationship and she certainly isn’t afraid to ask for sex. But I didn’t think she saw me as… boyfriend material.”

Vapor just smiled and reached over to undo his belt. “I know what could help you wind down.”

“Oh?” Soarin asked, before he pulled his pants off. “What’s that?”

“Remember how I said I wanted to try some stuff before we… do it?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…” Vapor began with a huge blush as she gripped the stallion’s boxers. “I kinda wanna… experiment with your…”

“Dick?”

“Balls,” Vapor corrected, before she pulled the boxers down to expose the cock. “Wow,” she muttered as she gently gripped the rod with her left hand and lifted it up to expose the balls.

She then got to her knees between Soarin’s legs for a closer look. After a few sniffs she leaned in and pressed her nose to the sack for a deep inhale.

“You like the smell?” The stallion asked.

Vapor opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I like it because it’s you,” she answered softly before she started to suck on the left nut, making Soarin moan softly.

The Next Day...
Prim

Coco pulled into her parking space at work and turned off the engine. She then leaned back and thought about Meadow. Groaning softly, she rubbed her forehead with both palms in frustration before she got out. After she closed her door and stepped onto the sidewalk, she was approached by a white mare.

“Excuse me?” The mare asked. “Are you the one from the news? The one that was involved with that fuckin’ Dusk, or whatever?”

“Um…” Coco muttered as she looked at the mare. “Yeah? Who are you?”

“Cherry Bomb,” the white mare smiled. “Must’ve been pretty fuckin’ terrifying, am I right?”

“She treated me well,” Coco replied, feeling something was off about this mare. “Wish I could say the same about Fray.”

“Did she now? I wouldn’t have pegged her as the caring type. Seems like the kind to use others and throw them aside when she's done with 'em.”

“I-It wasn't like that," Coco stammered. “They were good to me. Treated me well.”

Cherry smiled. “Apologies. You obviously care about her. I hope things work out for ya.” Coco just gave her a forced smile before she slowly turned and headed off to work. “Oh, do stay away from that parking structure nearby at night. I hear Dusk’s gang likes to hang out there, Cherry cooed. Coco eyed her before heading into the building. When the white-ish mare was gone, Cherry smirked. “They, huh?”

Coco sat at the front desk with her head in her hands. As she groaned, her boss walked up to her.

"Coco," Suri said as she placed a folder on the desk. "Look through these and pick out which ones look the best."

"Yes, ma'am," Coco said as she slid the folder closer.

Suri eyed her with a look of very slight worry before she walked away. As Coco opened the folder the front doors opened. Coco looked up and went wide-eyed. When Shrill and Trill saw her, they waved. Coco slowly waved back, unsure what they wanted. The two sisters looked around at the clothes as they approached the front desk.

"Not bad," Shrill commented. "You design these?"

"S-Some of them," Coco muttered nervously.

The two Daemon sisters stepped up to the desk as Shrill leaned in. "You didn't tell anyone about our involvement, did you?"

Coco quickly shook her head. "I-I actually completely forgot to... mention you."

"Good," the purple mare cooed. "With that out of the way, how would you like a better job?"

"A-A what?" Coco asked.

"A better job," Trill repeated. "You certainly have a knack for creating clothing that is both formal and functional... but we feel like you would do better in an environment where you can design anything you want. From dresses and suits to swimsuits and bondage gear."

"Plus, we can tell you have an eye for beauty," Shrill added. "We saw how you watched us have sex with Dusk. Plus, that cute cop you're seeing?"

Coco blushed hard. "M-Meadow and I aren't really... dating. She's just... really friendly."

"Good," Shrill chuckled. "You already saw us naked. Couldn't hurt seeing us naked again, would it?"

"So, how 'bout it?" Trill asked. "Want to help us design clothes and help with our catalogs? You'd be making twice as much what you're making here."

Coco eyed the desk, more specifically the folder on it. She let out a sigh before she closed it.

Manehattan Police Station

Shrill and Trill entered the police station as Assistant Chief Soarin and Captain Thunderlane looked over at them. There was an awkward silence before Soarin stepped forward.

"Can we help you two?" He asked.

Shrill smiled. "We'd like a word with Dusk."

Soarin's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"She's been our rival for years," Trill explained. "As I'm sure you're aware. We just want to catch up with her."

Soarin thought for a moment before he sighed. "Per the law, I must inform you that while you're in the holding cells, you'll be recorded. Both audio and video. Anything you say and do will be used against you in a court of law should you be arrested. Are you fine with this?"

Shrill's smile didn't fade. "Perfectly."

"Alright," the stallion said as she led the way. "This way." The sisters followed him to the cells where Dusk was lying on the cot with her pants down, dick out, and masturbating. "Hey! We talked about this!"

"You gonna suck it for me?" Dusk asked as she looked over. She stopped her jerking when she saw Shrill and Trill. "Well... Hello."

"Hello," Shrill greeted as she and Trill left Soarin to stand by the cell.

Soarin hesitated before he left. Dusk resumed her cock massage as Shrill gripped the bars and mouthed, "We're being recorded." Dusk slowed her stroking before she sat up and turned to sit on the edge of the cot. Trill looked over at Midnight, who was asleep.

"You'll be interested to know that that mare you kidnapped," Shrill began. "is now our new employee."

Dusk did her best to avoid smiling. "Dear Coco? You better take good care of her. She's a sweetie. Great body, too."

"Your gang, the Nightcrawlers?" Trill said. "They haven't been seen since your failed attempt at a takeover."

The blue mare chuckled. "I'm sure they're out there. Speaking of which, any sighting of my darling Fray?"

"Nothing," Shrill replied. "Even if she was alive... you're in jail. And, unless she tries to break you out, you're screwed. And, if she fails, you're both screwed."

"What makes you think she'll fail?"

Trill smirked. "The new leadership here is far more intelligent and skilled than the previous. It won't be so easy to overthrow them this time."

Dusk smiled. "We'll see."

Soarin entered the room and cleared his throat. "Time's up. Let's go." Shrill and Trill eyed him before they waved bye to Dusk. As they past Soarin, the stallion tapped Shrill's arm, making her stop and look at him. "Did you say you hired Coco?"

"Yes," Shrill answered. "She starts tomorrow."

The stallion sighed deeply. "No one here fully trusts you two. If you do anything, and I mean anything... to Coco..."

Shrill patted the stallion's shoulder. "We wouldn't dream of harming that sweet little mare. Besides, we could actually use her help as we're due for our summer catalog and could use her input."

Soarin nodded and crossed his arms. "Just... watch it."

"Yes, sir," the purple mare said before she and her sister left the building.

When the Daemons left, Misty walked up to him. "What was that about?"

Soarin eyed her. "They wanted to speak with Dusk."

"Really? Did you get anything good?"

"Nothing to connect them to Dusk's plan," Soarin sighed. "Though, it sounds like Dusk is either planning an escape attempt or is counting on Fray showing up."

"I see..." Misty muttered. "We'll increase security on random days to throw them off and hopefully prevent an escape attempt."

The stallion nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

As Shrill drove her and her sister back to their company building, Trill's phone rang. Answering it, the orange mare eyed her sister. "Patch her through," she said, before she put her phone on speaker. "Hello?"

"Um, hi," Coco said, sounding nervous. "So, I, uh... spoke with my boss, and... she wasn't too happy about me wanting to leave."

"Don't worry about it," Shrill said with a smile. "Just come in tomorrow and let us deal with her, okay?"

"Deal with her?" Coco asked. "A-As in..."

"Speak with her," Trill answered. "That's all. That is, if you really want the position."

"O-Of course I do."

"Then, come in tomorrow," Trill said as she pushed her glasses up on her nose. "Don't worry about your boss."

The Next Day...
Daemon, Inc.

Coco entered Daemon, Inc. and approached the front desk where Vinegar sat. The dark yellow unicorn looked up with her usual bored look as she blew a bubble with her gum. Forcing a smile, Coco stepped up to the desk.

“Um, Shrill and Trill are expecting me.”

Vinegar pulled her gum back into her mouth and resumed chewing. Before she could do anything, both Shrill and Trill entered the lobby from the elevators.

“Coco, welcome,” Shrill said with a smile. “Glad you could make it. I see you’ve already met Vinegar.”

“Yes,” Coco smiled as she turned to face them. “Yes, I did. And she’s… great.”

Vinegar rolled her eyes and lifted up her magazine. Trill eyed the receptionist before she took Coco’s hand. “Come with us.” Shrill followed as her sister led Coco towards the elevators. “You’ll have to excuse Prim,” Trill continued as she pushed the button to go up. “We found her at an orphanage in Baltimare four years ago.”

“You adopted her?” Coco asked in disbelief.

Shrill chuckled and crossed her arms. “We helped get her on her feet, gave her a job, and told her when she turned 18 in a year that she could do whatever she wanted.”

“We took care of her for a year and now she’s on her own,” Trill finished as the elevator arrived.

“Wow,” Coco muttered as they all boarded the vertical transportation device. “How’d she take it?”

“Oh, she was a brat,” Shrill admitted. “It was clear why no one adopted her in 17 years. But, when she raised her attitude wasn’t going to work on us, she slowly settled down into who you see out there.”

“Did you see her as a daughter?”

Shrill and Trill eyed each other before the orange mare pressed the top floor button. “In a way. But, we never made that obvious since she would ahead scream something like you’re not my mom or stop treating me like a child.”

“She was more vulgar than that,” Shrill chuckled. “But… I did care for her. I still do.”

“We both do,” Trill corrected.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, Shrill and Trill led their new employee down a hall. "This is our floor," Shrill explained. "It has two bedrooms, a large bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. You're welcome to stay here in the second bedroom, should you prefer."

"Really?" Coco asked, surprised.

"It used to be Vinegar's room," Trill stated. "Then, she moved out."

"I see..." Coco muttered to herself, thinking it over.

"In the meantime," Shrill cooed. "How about seeing the studio?"

Strike A Sexy Pose

Shrill and Trill led Coco into a regular-sized room with studio lights and a green screen. “This is our set-up,” Shrill announced. “Clothes are off to the side.” Coco looked over to see racks of clothes. “We’re in the summer line so they’re all swimsuits right now.”

“Makes sense,” Coco said as she approached the racks. “What did you have in mind?”

“We’re all about sexy,” Shrill continued. “We like comfortable, fashionable… and questionable.”

“I see…” Coco muttered as she looked through the swimsuits. Trill went over and locked the door, getting Coco’s attention. “What are you doing?”

“We need some photos today,” Trill explained. “So, let’s get you started with the camera.”

“Yes, do be sure to make us look sexy,” Shrill added.

“But, why lock the door?” Coco asked with a slight hint of worry in her voice.

“You‘ve already seen us naked,” Shrill answered as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her cleavage. “It’ll be faster this way than having to run to the changing screen each time.”

“I-I suppose that’s true,” the white mare muttered, before she realized that both the sisters were now fully nude. Her face reddened as the mares went to hang up their uniforms. Next to them was what liked like a comfy couch built for three. Beside the couch was a mini-fridge.

When Shrill turned back around, she smirked. “Oh, she still isn’t used to our naked bodies.”

“Really?” Trill asked, facing the white mare. “Maybe we need to break her in.”

“No no no,” Coco assured them. “I don’t need to be broken.”

Shrill went up to her and gently took her right hand. “Come sit with us,” she said as she gently pulled the white mare along.

Coco quickly accepted and walked over with the purple mare. When they joined Trill, the orange mare sat down on the couch. Coco sit next to her while Shrill took the other side. Coco just sat there, sandwiched between two naked mares.

“Now, what?” Asked Coco, looking left and right at the sisters. They were both turned slightly to look at their new employee.

“Get used to seeing us naked,” Trill answered. “We need you to be comfortable around us.”

Coco blushed and looked at the orange mare. “That… may take some work.”

“That so?” Shrill asked as she placed her right hand on the mare’s chest, getting Coco’s attention. “Perhaps, it would help if you were naked as well.”

“What a perfectly reasonable idea,” Trill agreed. “We’ve also seen you naked.”

“Yes, and you have quite the attractive body,” Shrill cooed as she rubbed the mare’s belly. “So, what do you say? Care to hang out with us in the nude?”

Coco held her hands together and rubbed her palms together in thought. “Uh… Well, that…”

"Tell you what," Shrill began, getting up. "My sister and I will make out, because seeing that body of hers is such a turn on. You can either join us, or wait for us to finish."

Coco watched Shrill walk over and sit beside her sister, before the two started kissing. Coco patted her knees and sighed as she watched. Shrill ran her hand up and down Trill's chest as the orange mare gripped her sister's left tit. Coco listened to their soft moans and coos. Shrill then got to her knees on the floor between Trill's legs and leaned in to lick the orange pussy lips. Trill leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moaning softly. Coco slowly reached her right hand up to grip her left breast. Her left hand went in between her legs to grip her crotch. Her eyes ran up and down Trill's body before she looked down at Shrill's back and butt. She bit her lip as she kept getting more and more wet.

The white mare sighed softly and unbuttoned her shirt. She then pulled it off and set it aside before she removed her bra. Her face was redder than red as she worked her way out of her shoes, socks, and skirt. Once her panties were off, she looked at the sisters again. They didn't seem to notice her. She inhaled softly through her nose before she scooted over an inch so her hip touched Trill's.

The orange mare opened her right eye and smiled lightly. Coco smiled back and reached over with her right hand to feel the orange chest. Trill leaned over and kissed Coco on the lips. The white mare gasped softly but kissed back. Shrill stood up and moved around to the other side of Coco and sat down. She leaned in so her breasts wrapped around Coco's right arm, getting the mare's attention. Coco broke the kiss with Trill and looked over, before Shrill kissed her deeply. Coco blushed when she felt the mare's tongue exploring her mouth.

Shrill and Trill each cupped one of Coco's tits as Trill added in a gentle squeeze. "You have an amazing body, Coco. Ever thought about modeling?"

"Mmm?" Coco asked before she broke the kiss with a gasp and turned her head to look at the orange unicorn. "I-I've never... even thought about it."

"Really?" Shrill asked, squeezing the breast. "With a body like this, I'm sure we could find something for you."

"That's right," Trill chimed in. "We still haven't shot for the summer special. Maybe, what we need, is a third model."

Coco blushed hard. "M-Me? I-In a swimsuit? W-With tons of ponies seeing my body?"

"Thousands," Shrill corrected. "And, you haven't been to the beach before?"

The white mare bit her lip. "Mm... I-I guess that could be fun."

"Great!" Shrill exclaimed, before she stuck two fingers inside Coco's pussy and then latched onto Coco's right nipple.

Trill smiled and began to suck on the left nipple as she also pushed two fingers inside Coco's slit. Both pairs of fingers wiggled around inside and spread the pussy open, allowing the air to hit the sensitive skin. Coco moaned out and leaned back as the sisters worked her to an orgasm. She lazily covered her mouth as she let out a squeak and a moan as she began to leak all over the couch. To her surprise, when she began to cum, Shrill dropped to the floor and dove between her legs to catch the liquid. Trill also got to the floor. When Shrill pulled back, Trill dove in to start licking at the wet pussy lips and sucking up all the leaking juices.

When Coco's orgasm ended, Shrill held her sister's shoulders and leaned over her. Trill opened her mouth as Shrill let some of Coco's juices spill out and into her sister's mouth. Coco watched with a blush as Shrill got some on Trill's tits, only to move lower and lick up the orange mare's chest. The two then kissed as a little more leaked out of Coco's pussy.

"Wow," Coco muttered in awe. "You two really go at it."

The Daemon sisters eyed her and helped each other stand up. "We know what each other likes," Trill replied.

"Yes, no one else has ever satisfied us the same way we can satisfy each other," Shrill added. "Such a shame, really."

“I guess that makes sense,” Coco muttered. “So… what do I do now?”

Shrill walked over to the rack of swimwear. “As luck would have it, you and I have similar measurements. So, the ones made for me should fit you, too.” She then pulled out a swimsuit that covered the whole torso but had a heart-shaped hole on the chest. “Try this one. Should be a good starter for you.”

Coco smiled and stood up before she made her way over to the purple mare. “This one looks fine.”

“There’s even a smaller heart on the back,” Shrill cooed. “Just above the butt. Right… here,” she finished as she reached around Coco to touch the spot above the mare’s butt. Coco let out a squeak and then blushed hard. Shrill stared for a moment before she smirked. “That your sweet spot?”

“Mmm… It depends on the situation,” Coco sighed. “If I’m… a-already aroused, then… that spot is very sensitive.”

“I see,” Shrill grinned. “Then, consider that swimsuit yours.”

“You’re giving it to me?” Coco asked as she accepted the clothing.

“It does seem to suit you more,” Trill added as she approached the rack.

Coco then let out a soft gasp. “But… who’ll be behind the camera?” Shrill and Trill both eyed each other, unsure what to say. Coco suddenly had an idea. “Does the camera have an auto-timer?”

“Well, yes,” Trill began. “But…”

“I can make it work,” Coco interrupted.

The sisters eyed each other, wondering what the mare had planned.

Shrill wore a green swimsuit that barely covered her crotch with two thin straps over her torso that resembled a V and barely covered her nipples. Trill wore a light blue two-piece swimsuit that just managed to cover what needed to be covered and left her shoulder and neck area free.

Coco stared in awe at them long enough for Shrill to notice and chuckle. “See something you like?” Shrill asked.

“U-Um… Well…”

“Come on, spit it out,” Trill added as she stood beside her sister.

“I just…” Coco began, before she let out a sigh. “You two make wearing swimsuits just as sexy as being naked.”

Shrill smiled widely. “That’s the point, sweetie.”

“Now, this idea of yours,” Trill began as she stepped onto the green screen. “You’re positive you can pull it off?”

Coco nodded. “Absolutely. Just strike a sexy pose,” she said as she walked over to the camera that was already set up.

As Coco fumbled with the settings to find the focus and timer, Shrill and Trill took their places on the green floor.

“This should be an announcement,” Shrill stated. “Our third member.”

“Correct,” Trill agreed. “We should be presenting her to our readers. She should be in the middle with us on either side.”

“Precisely,” Shrill cooed.

“We should get the pose figured out first,” Coco said after she was used to the camera. She then went over to them. “So, me in the middle?”

“Yes,” Shrill said as she and Trill got on either side of Coco. Shrill stood on the left and reached around to hold the mare’s right hip. Trill did the same with the other hip. They then pressed together. “Then, some flair,” Shrill added as she held out her arm. “Welcoming Coco.” Trill did the same as Coco just stood there.

“And , me?” Coco asked.

Shrill eyed her. “You’re already doing it.”

“I’m… What?” Coco asked, feeling very confused. “I’m just standing here.”

"Precisely," Shrill chimed. "Just be you. Reality is way sexier. You're nervous, but also excited, right?"

Coco thought for a moment before she nodded with a small smile. "Mmm-hmm."

"Then, use that. Our fans will then become your fans as well."

"Alright," the white mare said before she slowly pulled free from them. "Just keep this pose," she said as she ran over to the camera. She made sure it had them all in frame and found a nice angle before setting the timer. She then ran back over to the sisters and took her place between them. "Okay, then. Smile for the camera," she said, before giving a shy smile while the Daemons gave a wide, open-mouthed smile. Then, the flash went off.

Later, the three found themselves at a restaurant with Coco and Trill on one side with Shrill on the other. They were currently waiting for their food as Shrill let out a soft chuckle. "So, Coco," she began. "How's it feel?"

Coco smiled and looked around the restaurant. "A bit exciting, knowing that picture is out there."

"Only a matter of time," Trill added with a light smile.

Coco’s smile started to fade as the waitress came by with their salads. Shrill watched her leave before she returned her attention to the shy mare. “Something wrong?” The Daemon asked.

Coco rubbed her arm as she looked at the food. “It’s just… I-I know what you are. And, I have to wonder… am I really as appreciated as you’re making me out to be? Or, are you just trying to look good for the cops? And keep me silent?”

Shrill leaned back in her seat with a sigh as Trill crossed her arms. “I had a feeling this might come up,” the orange mare stated.

“As did I,” Shrill added. “Truthfully, Coco? At first, yes. It was just so we could keep an eye on you and keep up appearances for the cops.”

“Then, it became about business,” Trill continued. “You have a talent. You were meant for this.”

“Exactly,” Shrill said with a smile. “I mean, you could be a tad more chatty but… I like your company.”

“As do I,” Trill agreed.

Coco eyed the purple mare. “Really? Because Dusk said some similar stuff. But, a part of me felt like I was being used.”

“No one blames you for feeling this way,” the busty Daemon chuckled. “You certainly have an interesting type of friend.”

“I didn’t choose this,” Coco said as she finally looked up at them. “Dusk pulled me in, and…” She started to feel tears fill her eyes, so she held her head and rested her elbows on the table. “I-I can’t get out.”

Shrill and Trill eyed each other before Trill placed her hand on the mare’s back. “Unlike Dusk, we choose to rule through respect. Our crew is tasked with keeping enemy gangs at bay, rather than starting wars.”

“Precisely,” Shrill said with a smile as she interlocked her fingers. “So, if you want out, we will let you out.”

Coco sniffled and looked at the purple mare. “What?”

Shrill nodded. “We have no intention of keeping you against your will. Actually, we never planned on involving you with anything at all. But, if you want time away from us and… everything else… we won’t stop you.”

“Your job would be here should you decide to return, of course,” Trill added. “However, we ask that you remain with us for the time being.”

“Yes, there’s someone out there who seems to be attempting to take over Dusk’s old turf,” Shrill continued. “And, they’re eating their victims.”

“Wh-what?!” Coco gasped.

“We can keep you safe,” Trill said as she placed her hand on the mare’s leg. “We don’t want to see your insides on the outside, so… we ask that you stick with us until we deal with this threat.”

Coco wiped her eyes. “Okay, I… I guess that’ll work.”

Shrill leaned back again and patted her lap. “Feet up.”

“Huh?” Coco asked, unsure if she heard correctly.

“Shoes off. Feet up,” Shrill repeated.

Coco hesitated before she kicked off her high heels and lifted her feet up into the purple mare’s lap. Shrill took both feet and began to massage them with her thumbs. While this happened, Trill started to massage Coco’s shoulders.

“Oh, uh… you mentioned a new threat?” Coco asked.

“Yes, we’re looking into it,” Shrill assured her as she rubbed the mare’s toes.

“Well… I was approached before work,” Coco explained. “The day you came to me. By this mare named Cherry Bomb.”

“Cherry Bomb?” Trill asked. “What’d she say?”

“She just asked me about what it was like being kidnapped. She said she saw me on TV.”

“Did you tell her about us?” Shrill asked.

“N-No, of course not,” Coco quickly stammered. “She seemed more interested in Dusk.”

“Dusk?” Trill asked. “This is quite problematic.”

“She also told me to stay away from this parking garage nearby due to gang activity.”

“Oh, she’s definitely the one the cops are after,” Shrill chuckled. “Though it sounds like a trap.”

“If it’s a trap, then she knows about us,” Trill pointed out. “Or that Coco’s involved, in some way, with Dusk.”

Shrill looked down at Coco’s feet as she massaged them. “We should still investigate. Just to be sure.”

“Agreed,” Trill added. “By the way, has our new employee decided if she’d like to stay with us?”

Coco thought for a moment before she smiled. “I think I’d like to move in.”

“Glad to hear it,” Shrill smiled as she patted Coco’s feet. “Let’s finish up here and get you settled in.”

New Management

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.

Calm Before The Storm

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.

Warzone

Cars swerved and crashed into each other when the Daemons’ car exploded in a ball of fire. With the road now blocked with cars, Cherry got out of her van and pulled out a cherry bomb. Once she lit it, she chucked it as hard as she could. It bounced and rolled under one of the cars before exploding. The cars around burst into flames and also exploded.

Shrill covered Coco the whole time just in case debris flew at them. Once the explosions ceased, Shrill stumbled to her feet and helped Coco up. The doors behind them burst open as Soarin and Misty came out, guns drawn.

“What the fuck happened?!” Misty yelled over the chaos.

“First our car exploded,” Shrill explained. “Then all the cars exploded!”

“Cherry’s here,” Soarin muttered. “But, why?”

Shrill gasped and looked at Coco, holding her by the shoulders. “She wants Coco.”

Misty looked down the road to see a police cruiser approaching. “Must be Sun Chaser and Lightning Streak,” she said before pulling out her radio. “Sun Chaser, it’s Misty Fly. Stay alert. Cherry Bomb’s here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sun responded.

The light cyan mare put the radio away as Lightning Streak looked ahead at the fire. “Wh-What the hell?” He asked. “Are we prepared for this?”

“We’ll have to be,” Sun answered as they drove past the alley with Cherry’s van.

Misty suddenly heard something land behind her and looked to see a small red orb sitting by the front doors. “Shit,” she gasped, before she dove into Soarin, knocking him down as the bomb exploded.

Shrill and Coco helped the two up as the stone archway above the doors to the police station crumbled and collapsed. The explosion shook the police station as the cops inside braced themselves.

“Sounds like a war zone out there,” Thunderlane said as he ran to the front door. The doors themselves were gone and instead there was a pile of stone and concrete blocking the exit. “Everyone out the back!” He yelled.

Holly and Joy aimed their guns at the wheels of Sun Chaser’s car and fired. The wheels popped as the car swerved and crashed into one of the flaming vehicles. Sun Chaser and Lightning Streak scrambled to get out of the car as fast as they could. Just as they did, the car caught on fire and exploded, knocking them away from the burning wreckage. Both tumbled across the sidewalks and lay still.

“Think they’re dead?” Holly asked.

Joy thought for a moment before she chuckled. “Hey. You wanna really impress Cherry?”

Holly eyed the cops before looking at Joy again. “Any more than killing two cops?”

Joy nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah.”

Cherry watched the cops pour out of the police station from her position on the roof of the building next door. “Fuckin’ idiots, am I right?” She asked Salt and Pepper, who were squatted behind her. She then held up her hand, a cherry bomb between each finger. “Let’s finish this,” she said as she threw the bombs into the battlefield.

Chaos erupted as all the bombs went off. Rubble and wreckage flew everywhere. The ponies caught in the middle of it all scattered every which way. Most of Cherry’s crew managed to pull out just in time while the cops tried not to get blown up. When the explosions stopped, the entire intersection and in front of the police station was on fire.

Shrill looked around and coughed. “Coco?” She asked worriedly. “Coco!”

Misty and Soarin got to their feet and began looking around for the fashionista. “Shit,” Misty muttered. “She must’ve gotten scared and bolted.”

“We have to find her!” Soarin exclaimed as he started to run into the fire.

Coco looked around the burning wreckage around her, trying to find the way out. She coughed and stumbled around, using her arm to shield her eyes from the heat. There was another explosion nearby that made her squeak in fright. When she moved around a burning car, she saw Meadow stumbling towards her.

“Coco?” Meadow asked.

Coco took another step forward before she saw Cherry drop down behind the pegasus. Cherry then pulled out a knife and reached around to stab the cop in the stomach. Coco went wide-eyed as Meadow grunted in pain, blood staining her uniform.

Coco heard something behind her and whipped around to see Thunderlane approaching, his gun raised. Just as Coco was about to move aside, Salt tackled the stallion and bit into his neck. Before the wolf could tear a chunk of meat out, Coco ran over and shoved her off with a fierce yell.

“Just run, Coco,” Thunderlane gasped, holding his bleeding neck.

The mare whimpered and looked over at Meadow. The pegasus smiled weakly and nodded. Sobbing heavily, Coco turned and ran away. Cherry pulled the knife from the cop’s stomach and pushed her over. As Salt was about to resume her meal, Cherry spoke up.

“Let them bleed out,” she ordered. “Just get Coco.”

Coco ran into an alley as a car nearby exploded. She let out a scream and covered her head as she ran deeper into the darkness. The only light was from the fires in the street. The mare leaned forward, hands on knees, and breathed heavily. When the realization of what happened finally hit her, her eyes filled with tears and she began to openly weep.

“So, this is where you ended up,” came a familiar voice from the entrance to the alley. Coco gasped and looked over to see Cherry Bomb with her two wolf friends. “Oh, please no,” she gasped and backed up against the brick wall.

“You just can’t help getting in trouble, can you?” Cherry cooed darkly. “Shit, girl, if you ain’t a glutton for fuckin’ punishment, I don’t know what is.”

“Y-You can l-let me go,” Coco shuddered. “I-I won’t s-say anything.”

“I don’t expect you to,” Cherry said as she stepped up to the scared mare. She then reached over Coco’s shoulders to place her hands on the wall. “But, I don’t need you alive to send a message.”

“M-Message?”

Cherry nodded. “That, if they fuck with me, I’ll kill someone close to them. That should keep them in line, right?”

She chuckled and backed away before she snapped her fingers. Coco stared in horror as the two were-mares bounced up to her. She let out a cry and dropped to her knees as she came face-to-face with the furry mares. Pepper smirked and opened her mouth to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

“W-Wait, this is a mistake!” Coco yelled. “This will only make it worse for you!” She added quickly as she closed her eyes, waiting for the bite.

When it didn’t happen, she opened one eye to see the feral mares staring at her. They then looked back at Cherry, who was coming closer.

“Explain,” Cherry ordered as she crossed her arms.

“D-Dusk likes me,” Coco explained. “So do Shrill and Trill. Killing me will only make them more likely to hunt you down.”

Cherry chuckled and kicked a small pebble. “You wanna be a hostage again? You get off on that shit, or somethin’?”

“N-No, I just… I-I don’t w-wanna die. E-Especially, not like this.”

Cherry looked over the mare’s tear-stained face and smiled. “Oh, you’re a fragile little thing, aren’t ya?” She then walked around Salt and knelt beside Coco. “But, as you can see, I already have two lovely ladies, so… what use could I possibly have for you?” Pepper’s ears suddenly perked up as she leaned over Coco and whispered something into Cherry’s ear. The white mare grinned and nodded. “Interesting idea.”

“Wh-What?” Asked Coco, extremely nervous what they had planned.

Pepper eyed her before climbing atop her. Coco closed her eyes and looked away as Pepper licked up her neck and cheek.

“Oh, don’t worry, little Coco,” Cherry cooed. “We’re not gonna fuckin’ kill ya. We’re just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

Shrill ran by the alley and came to a hard stop before backtracking. She spotted scratch marks on the ground leading in. As she put the pieces together, Soarin ran over to her.

“What?” He asked. “What is it?”

“She has Coco,” Shrill said sadly.

“What? How can you be…” The stallion started to ask, before Shrill pointed at the scratch marks.

“Why else would her wolves go into an alley with a dead end. Luckily, there’s no blood, so…”

Soarin was about to say something before his phone rang. He let out a grunt of annoyance and answered. “Yeah?”

“What happened to protect and serve?” Asked the caller. “I blew up sooooo much shit and I still got away.”

“Is this Cherry Bomb?” Soarin practically growled. “You fucking bitch. Where’s Coco?!”

“Coco?” Asked Cherry. “Oh, that sweet little thing. She’ll be staying with me until the heat dies down.”

“The heat will never die down,” Soarin spat. “We’ll never stop looking for you.”

“Then, I guess there’s no reason to keep her alive, then. Shame, too. She really is such a sweet fuckin’ thing.”

“No!” Soarin blurted out before exhaling deeply. "How long do you need?"

"Mmm... A week should do nicely."

“Fine. One week. Then, you're dead.”

“Fantastic,” Cherry cooed. “See ya, bitches.” She then hung up without saying anything else.

Soarin let his arm hang limp by his side as he turned and leaned back against the building. “Shit.”

Shrill crossed her arms and thought for a moment. “I propose a truce.”

Soarin eyed her. “I told you. We aren’t working with criminals.”

“I know,” the purple mare sighed. “But we wouldn’t be doing this for each other.”

The stallion gave a light chuckle. “Did you just confess?”

“There are bigger things happening here, Soarin,” Shrill pointed out. “We need to work together to stop Cherry. We have a week to prepare.”

The stallion hesitated in thought before he held up his phone and dialed his boss. “Hello, Misty? You’re not gonna believe what just happened.”

Cherry entered her hideout with the remainder of her crew, her hand firmly grasping Coco by the arm. “All in all, not a terrible loss.”

“We’re down five,” Chains pointed out. "Gorge, Chill, Wrench, Holly, and Joy."

Cherry eyed him before she sighed. However, just as she was about to speak, Holly and Joy entered the building, each dragging a body. “Ah. See? Only down three.” She then noticed who the two were dragging. “Are those what I think they are?”

Holly and Joy dropped the bodies and nodded. “Sun Chaser and Lightning Streak,”

Cherry let go of Coco and walked over to the cops, who were just waking up. When they realized where they were, they wet wide-eyed and quickly looked at the white mare. "Well well well," Cherry cooed. "Ain't this a treat?" She then looked at her wolf friends. "Feel free to eat the stallion. I want the mare alive."

"Pussy's better wet, anyways," Salt pointed out.

"Dick's better either way," Pepper growled before she pounced on Lightning.

The stallion let out a shriek when he felt the wolf's teeth dig into his crotch. Sun screamed before Salt pounced on her, getting face-to-face with her. The white wolf mare was surprisingly strong as Sun Chaser could barely squirm now. All she could do was listen to her partner being eaten alive.

End of PART 1

Breaking Point

Cherry headed into an alley where her friend waited. "Hey, Vine."

"Cherry," the green mare smiled. "You made it."

"Yeah, I got fired, so... Why not, right?"

Vine was about to say something when two stallions wearing ski masks entered the alley. "There's our favorite girls," one of them said.

Vine sighed and turned to smile at them. "Yeah, we're both here tonight. Remember... anal only. And make sure you got the cash."

Cherry and Vine sat in a bathtub across from each other, their legs interlocked as Vine puffed on a cigarette. She then took it out and passed it to Cherry.

“So. I’m glad you moved in.”

“Same here,” Cherry replied as she accepted the cigarette. “If I had to hear my deadbeat mother bitch and moan about how it’s my fault her husband walked out one more fucking time… I probably would’ve killed her.” She then put the cigarette in her mouth as Vine nodded.

“I probably would’ve helped you. Do you regret getting fired?”

Cherry exhaled deeply through her nose, pushing smoke out of her nostrils. Taking the cig from her mouth, she passed it back. “Fuck no. Those customers can suck my taint.”

Vine chuckled and took the cancer stick back. “Still… It was money.”

“We can make more on the street.”

Vine sighed and eyed the cigarette in her hand. “I’m just worried, one day, someone will take it too far, ya know?”

“Well, you have your knife, don’t you?” Cherry asked as Vine slowly put the cig between her lips. The white mare got to her knees before she crawled up to Vine, her hands on the edge of the tub, their breasts pressing together, and their faces centimeters apart. “We also have each other. Right?”

Vine removed the cigarette from her mouth with her left hand before she used her right hand to pull Cherry into a kiss. Smoke filled both their mouths before it began to escape upwards, filling their nostrils with the scent of smoke.

They deepened the kiss as Vine flicked the cig aside and grabbed her friend’s ass. Cherry pulled back from the kiss and lifted Vine’s left D-cup with her right hand to kiss the small black heart tattoo an inch above the nipple. She then wrapped her lips around the nipple and sucked while she kept her eyes on the green mare.

Vine’s hands went to Cherry’s chest to rub her breasts while both mares let out soft moans and gasps. Cherry quickly laid on her back and pressed her pussy to her friend’s. As they both rubbed against each other, they each pulled the other’s foot to their face to lick and kiss the sole.

When they came, Cherry clamped down onto Vine’s heel and Vine wrapped her lips around Cherry’s toes. When their orgasms ended, Vine smiled and pulled back before she climbed atop the white mare.

Cherry watched her with a smile. “Mmm, how about you?”

Vine chuckled. “Better, now that I’m not living at home anymore. I threatened my stepdad that I’d cut his throat while he slept should he touch me ever again. Next day, I moved out.”

Cherry hesitated for a moment before she smirked. “I fucking love you.”

Vine went wide-eyed before she let out a chuckle. “Shit, you finally said it! After all these years!”

Cherry shrugged. “I hate the sappy shit, but… I’m glad we met.”

The green mare smiled. “Well, I fucking love you, too. Which is why…” She then repositioned herself beside Cherry, resting on her side. “I think we should get… married.”

“Marriage?!” Cherry exclaimed. “Nah, I literally just told you, I don’t do the sappy shit.”

“I’m not asking for a wedding, ya dumb bitch. But I just wanna make it official, you know? Me and you. Together forever.”

Cherry let out a low sigh and then a faint chuckle. “A’ight. But we’ll need money if we’re planning on getting out of this shitty city.”

“Like Trottingham?” Vine asked. “I heard the mainland nearby has some great farmland. We could grow our own drugs away from all this noise.”

Cherry nodded. “Sounds peaceful.”

Vine kissed her again. "Speaking of peaceful, let's just focus on this moment."

Cherry smiled and kissed her as the two let out soft moans.

The next night, Cherry and Vine returned to their alley and waited for customers. "Just a few more nights and we should have enough," Vine pointed out.

Cherry nodded and leaned against the brick building near her. "Just us and our drugs."

Vine chuckled softly. "More importantly, though... just us."

The white mare smiled. "Just us."

Before they could say anything else, their two masked regulars entered the alley. "Hey, there," one greeted.

Vine smiled and looked at them. "You know the drill. Money?" Both stallions held up a wad of cash. Vine smiled and turned around to place her hands on the side of the alley. "Ass only, big boy." Cherry took her position against the wall next to her friend as both stallions stood behind them.

"Actually..." Vine's customer started as he pulled her pants down. "I was thinking something more fun." He then pushed his cock inside the mare's pussy.

Vine gasped as Cherry's stallion did the same to her. "What the fuck?!" Both mares exclaimed.

"Just shut the fuck up and take it," Vine's stallion grunted.

Cherry gritted her teeth and kept quiet while Vine continued to shout profanities at her customer. The stallion, to shut her up, covered her mouth with his right hand. Cherry's cheek was pressed against the brick wall as her stallion pressed on her head. She watched the other stallion's hand slip from Vine's mouth to her throat.

"Just... calm down, Vine," Cherry grunted. "It's... okay..."

Cherry was then repositioned on her back on the ground as her stallion kept pounded her marehood. She could hear her girlfriend choking in the background and she hoped with every fiber of her being that she would just shut up. Suddenly, both stallions came. Cherry's stallion actually pulled out and came on her crotch and legs. It was currently unclear to her where the other stallion came.

Then, she heard something that made her tense up in fear. Vine's stallion stepped back and sighed. "Oh, fuck."

His friend looked at him and punched his shoulder. "Dude, what the fuck did you do?"

"Let's get out of here!"

They both took off running, leaving the wads of cash on the ground and the two mares behind. Cherry stayed on her back, staring up at the sky. She had a really bad feeling as to why they took off, but she still retained some small sliver of hope. She sat up to see Vine slumped against the wall, not moving. Sniffling, Cherry scooted over to her and gently shook her shoulder.

"Vine?" She asked. Nothing. Cherry hesitated and tried again. When there was still no response, she leaned against the wall beside her girlfriend. "Just a few more nights, right?" She asked, her lips trembling as she tried to keep her composure. "Then we're off to Trottingham. Together." She smiled through her tears. "I can see it, Vine. A nice, big field with a house in the middle surrounded by marijuana and cocaine plants. It's beautiful." She looked over at her girlfriend and reached into the mare's pocket to pull out her knife. As she stared at herself in the knife's clean blade, she had an idea. Revenge.

After giving Vine a kiss on the lips, she picked herself up and left the alley, holding the knife firmly in her grip. She made her way down the sidewalk, looking around for any sign as to where the stallions went. She walked for what felt like an hour until she heard a rattling sound coming from a nearby alley. She quietly made her way over and peeked in. She saw a couple trash cans rattling like someone was looking for something inside. She could even make out a silhouette of someone bent over and looking inside.

When the figure saw her, it quickly retreated. Believing this to be one of the stallions who attacked her and her girlfriend, she took off running after the figure. When she arrived at the back of the alley, she no longer saw the figure. She looked around but couldn't see anything or anyone.

"What the hell?" She asked aloud.

Suddenly, she heard a growl from behind her. She froze before she slowly turned away from the wall to look down the alley. Crouched a few feet away were two mares; one brown and one white. Both were furry all over with wolf-like features and completely naked. Cherry just stared at them before they began to crawl forward. The white mare stumbled backwards and held out her knife as she fell on her ass.

As the furry mares came closer, Cherry remembered one rummaging through the trash. They must be hungry and, right now, she was food to them. But maybe there was another way. She decided to risk it. After all, she had nothing left to lose. She slowly got to her knees and slightly lowered her knife.

"Are you two hungry?" She asked, only getting a growl from the brown one. "Can you two even understand me?" No response. "What if I could get you more food?" She offered. The two wolves slowed to a stop and eyed each other. "You can understand me," she said as she slowly put her knife away.

The brown wolf mare noticed the lack of weapon and lunged at the white mare. Cherry was slammed against the brick wall, legs spread as the wolf got in her face. Drool dripped from the wolf's mouth as she stared the mare in the eyes. Cherry kept her calm and smiled.

"If we work together, I can get you two pretty strong stallions tonight." The brown wolf's eyes narrowed tightly. "His cum is still on my crotch. Just follow the scent. I'm sure those two fuckers are still close by."

The brown wolf hesitated a little longer before she backed away and sniffed at Cherry's crotch. She then quickly lifted her head up and looked at the white wolf. They both then quickly took off. Cherry quickly scrambled to her feet, not wanting to miss this. She did her best to keep up but these two were extremely agile and expertly kept to the shadows. She lost sight of them every now and then, but she managed to keep up. She finally saw them stop on a roof overlooking a parking garage.

Cherry walked up on the sidewalk and stopped just under where the two wolves were. The stallions had to be in there. She could even see a light flickering inside as if there was a fire. Most likely, it was a trash can on fire like the ones the homeless used to keep warm. Cherry began making her way closer and pulled out her knife. As she neared the entrance to the first floor, she could see that these were, in fact, the stallions she was looking for. When she entered the garage, the stallions immediately noticed her, and they quickly turned to face her.

"You fuckers," she growled.

"Hey, look," one said as they raised their hands. "We didn't mean for that."

"Sure, you didn't," Cherry hissed. "Do you know what you took from me?! Do you know who you took from me?!" The stallions just stood there, not saying anything. Cherry then chuckled and put her knife away. "But I ain't gonna hurt ya."

"What?" One stallion asked. "Turn us in?"

"No," Cherry cooed. "I have something better in mind." She then hoped for the best as she brought her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly.

The stallions looked around, waiting for something to happen. One simply shrugged before two figures dropped on them. They began screaming as the wolves started to eat them alive. Cherry casually made her way over to them to get a closer look. She then grinned when she got a devious idea.

"Hey, you two," she said as she squatted down. "I bet their dicks taste great."

The brown wolf eyed the white mare before she turned back to her prey and clamped down on the stallion's crotch. Cherry watched the two devour her prey as blood occasionally sprayed her face. When they were done, the white wolf turned to Cherry and started to lick the blood off her face.

"So..." the brown wolf started in a low, raspy voice. "You weren't lying."

Cherry smiled and rubbed the back of the white wolf's neck. "And you can talk. That mean you can tell me your names?"

The brown wolf nodded lightly. "Pepper. That's Salt."

"Cherry," the mare greeted. "I think we can help each other."

Pepper smiled lightly.

12 YEARS LATER
2017, PRESENT DAY

Cherry was seated naked in a chair as she examined her knife... while Coco, also naked, was knelt in front of her and kissing her legs. "That's it, sweetie," Cherry sighed. "Keep that up... and I might let you between my legs."

"Are you going to kill me?"

The white mare shook her head. "Not as long as everyone plays their part and behaves. I, honestly, have no reason to kill you or let you live. So, for now, don't give me a reason to focus on the former. After all, we got seven whole days to have fun. Let's not waste it."

Just as Coco was about to start kissing again, Cherry spread her legs and pulled the mare's face against her crotch. "Just like that," she sighed, her eyes going to the knife again.

Aftermath

Trill stood in the large office room of their tower, staring out of a large wall-sized glass window overlooking the police station. She could see smoke billowing from the area and simply wished that her sister and Coco were okay. Vinegar walked up beside her with her arms crossed.

"Thought you were supposed to stay off your leg?" The dark yellow unicorn muttered.

Trill eyed her before returning her gaze to the distant warzone. "My sister and our new employee are down there. And I'm stuck up here."

Shrill was seated on the steps of the police station as she stared out at the aftermath of the attack. Misty walked over to her and sat down beside her.

“We’ll keep in touch,” the cop said, practically muttering it.

Shrill nodded as Soarin walked over to them. “Thunderlane and Meadow are on the way to the hospital.” He then sighed heavily and shook his head. “What the hell just happened?”

“We got our assess kicked,” Misty replied. “And worst of all, we can’t go after her without risking Coco’s life.”

“And no one saw Cherry?” Soarin asked.

“What about Meadow and Thunderlane?”

“They were too out of it,” the stallion answered. “But… Thunderlane did have bite marks on his neck.”

“Well that confirms Cherry’s connected to that vicious animal attack, then.”

“Fuck!” Soarin blurted out suddenly. “I hate all this uncertainty. I wish we just knew what was going on. What’s Cherry planning?”

“Calm down, Deputy,” Misty said sternly. “We can’t lose our cool now. Not after everything that’s happened.” Shrill stood up and then let out a groan. Misty and Soarin both looked at her. “You okay?” Misty asked.

Shrill nodded. “I just remembered…” She then held her hand out towards a destroyed car parked near the steps.

“That yours?” Soarin asked, getting a nod. “I’m sure there’s still some cruisers left. If you need a ride.”

Shrill shook her head and started to walk. “No, that’s… okay…”

The two cops watched as the purple mare slowly made her way past the ruined cars and then down the sidewalk towards her home.

Day 1

Cherry sat at her desk on her laptop with her were-mares at her side. Salt was standing and scratching a picture of her face into the desk’s top. Pepper was knelt down and rubbing herself with low growls. Eventually, the brown mare sighed and stood up.

“I need to mate,” she practically demanded. “Someone to breed with.”

Cherry eyed her before she leaned back in her chair. “Alright. Who do you wanna fuck? Bale seems like a pretty good choice.”

“Whatever. He’ll do.”

Cherry smiled and got up. She then went over to the door and opened it. “Hey, Bale! Get your ass in here! Someone wants some dick.” She hesitated before speaking again. “She don’t wanna eat it, so… chill the fuck out, ‘kay?” Afterwards, she headed back to her desk.

A couple minutes passed before the yellow stallion stepped in and closed the door. Pepper looked over at him before she stood up. She then walked around to stand in front of the desk. She then turned around and bent over the desk, her tail raising to expose her wet pussy.

Bale stared for a moment before he made his way over to the were-mare. He undid his pants and pulled his cock out. After he placed his left hand on the furry mare’s butt, he used his right hand to bring the tip of his shaft to the dripping slit. Without hesitation, he pushed in, making the brown mare grunt loudly.

Cherry eyed them before she went back to her laptop. As the two grunted and moaned, Salt looked over and watched. She then looked at Cherry, who quickly noticed her gaze. The white mare smiled and slid back a little in her chair. Salt straddled her left leg as Cherry held her butt. The furry mare then began to grind her pussy against Cherry’s leg while she moaned and gasped softly.

Cherry eyed her laptop screen and smirked before she looked at Salt. She reached her right hand over to feel up the mare’s breasts. “Did you get a little horny watching your sister?”

Salt nodded before she licked the mare’s cheek. Cherry chuckled and licked her face in retaliation. The two then kissed as their tongues rubbed together. Cherry soon pulled Salt into her lap before pressing on her chest to make her lean back. When Salt’s back hit the desk, she raised her left foot up and stuck it in Cherry’s face. The white mare smiled and used her left hand to finger the wolf mare’s pussy while she used her right to hold the foot steady. She then leaned in and placed kisses on the sole.

It was around three in the morning when Shrill entered her home/office building. She took the elevator up to the top floor, holding her arm. As her adrenaline began to wear off, she started to feel some pain on her limbs. It seemed she was more beat up than she thought. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, she stumbled out and nearly fell over. The walk from one half of the city to the other was no easy task. There were many instances where she almost passed out and her feet were killing her.

She didn't make it far before Trill left the bedroom and spotted her. "Sister!" The orange mare gasped. "What happened?" Shrill just slowly made her way towards her. "Where's Coco?"

Salt leaned forward and began to hump Cherry’s leg while her furry leg rubbed against Cherry’s crotch. Both mares moaned out as Bale grunted and came inside the wolf mare. Cherry smiled and leaned in to whisper something into Salt’s ear. The wolf groaned and pouted.

“I know, just… after, I promise,” Cherry whispered before she kissed the mare on the nose. Salt sighed and dropped to the floor before quickly crawling up behind Bale. She then stood up and started to lick his neck. “Like that?” Cherry asked as Pepper just growled softly in bliss, the stallion’s rod still buried deep inside her.

Bale nodded as he now enjoyed the feel of Salt’s tongue on his neck. “It’s amazing.”

“Well, that’s fan-fucking-tastic,” Cherry said with a frown. “Because Salt informed me a couple hours ago that you wanted to go to the cops. Is that true?” The stallion just stared at her in horror, unsure of what to say. However, his silence said everything she needed to hear. Cherry grinned and stood up. “Well, shit, we got ourselves a hero. Did you hope to get out of the gang life?”

“I have a sick sister,” Bale explained. “I just wanted enough money to help her. I didn’t want… a-all of this.”

Cherry walked around her desk to stand beside him. “Is that so?” She asked, before leaning back against the desk. “About how much do you need?”

“A-Another fifty-thousand,” Bale answered.

Cherry whistled. “Fifty grand. That’s a lot.”

“She needs surgery.”

“Hmm.” Cherry eyed Pepper. “So, I give you the fifty and you just… walk?”

“I’ll earn it.”

“Damn right, you will,” Cherry cooed. “Until I think of something, relax. And enjoy.” With that, she went back to her seat. “Come on, Salt. Let’s have some fun.”

4:00am

Shrill and Trill rested on their backs on their bed, staring up at the ceiling. "So... Coco's been taken?" Trill asked.

"Yes."

"And if we go after her, she'll be killed?"

"Yes."

"So... what do we do now?"

Shrill sighed deeply and closed her eyes. "I don't know."

Outside the room, Vinegar had her ear pressed against the door. When the talking stopped, she pulled back and crossed her arms in thought. She then sighed deeply and headed down the hall towards the elevator. As she rode it down, she sent Shrill a text that read Hdng out. Bck l8r.

As she entered the lobby, her phone started to vibrate. The dark yellow mare sighed in annoyance before she answered. “Yes?”

“It’s way too dangerous right now. If Cherry sees you…”

“She won’t know who I am.”

“There’s a good chance she knows about you. She seems to have eyes and ears everywhere.”

Vinegar pushed the door open and headed into the parking lot. “I’m no threat to her. Besides, she already has Coco. Kidnapping me, too, won’t do her any good.” She then climbed into her black sports car, with red undercarriage lights, and closed the door. “So, like, just relax. I’ll be back later, ‘kay?”

Before she could get a response, she hung up and tossed the phone on the passenger’s seat. As she turned the car on, she heard her phone vibrate once. She looked over to see a text notification. It was a red heart emoji. Vinegar stared at it before she sighed and leaned back. Once the moment wore off, she backed out of her spot and drove off towards the site of the battle.

Cherry Vinegar

5:00am

Soarin opened his eyes with a sigh and looked at his alarm clock. With a groan, he hit the button and got up to get ready.

6:00am

Soarin sighed as he stared at the road while he drove to work.

6:15am

Soarin sighed as he dropped down at his desk. Misty Fly entered the doorway to his office and rested against the door frame. "How ya doing?" She asked.

The stallion looked up at her. "Coco's taken and we can't do anything about it. What do you think?"

Misty nodded and looked out at the other officers. "Yeah, we're all at a loss. But, we'll figure it out. Especially if the Daemon sisters help out."

"You trust them now?"

"I have no choice. Enemy of my enemy, right?"

"I guess... I'll go check on them later, then."

Misty nodded. "For now, just... take it easy, okay?"

Soarin nodded. "You, too, Chief."

Misty gave him a smile before she left.

6:30am

Vinegar stood on the sidewalk across from the police station, looking out at all the wreckage. There were currently tow trucks hard at work removing all the cars. She let out a sigh and began walking down the sidewalk towards a nearby café. She approached the window and ordered a coffee. Once she paid for her drink she turned around and almost bumped into someone.

“Apologies,” the white mare said as Vinegar stopped. The white mare was wearing a red crop top and a short red skirt.

The dark yellow mare eyed the stranger as she made her own order. “You’re Cherry Bomb, aren’t you?”

The white mare froze, before she slowly looked over at Vinegar. “What makes you say that?”

“I’m just getting a bad vibe from you.”

The white mare looked at the café window just as the mare inside have her a coffee. She paid and then turned to Vinegar. “And do you plan on going to the police with this information?”

“You’d probably just, like… kill Coco if I did, so…”

Cherry smirked and took a sip of her coffee. “Let’s walk.” She then started to head down the sidewalk away from the police station.

Vinegar casually followed as she took a sip of her own coffee. “So, you’re the one everyone’s freakin’ out about?”

“I know how to push the right buttons. So, what makes you think I’ll just let you go now that you’ve seen my face?”

“Because…” Vinegar sighed. “It totally wouldn’t, like… benefit you in the slightest.”

“Elaborate.”

“You already have Coco, which seems to be enough to keep the police and the Daemon sisters at bay. You don’t need me for, like, a hostage, or anything. And killing me will get you nowhere. Plus, that would be a lot of extra work that you probably don’t need right now.”

Cherry slowly took a sip of her coffee while she listened. “Makes sense. And what do you gain from your silence?”

“I’m no fighter. I’d prefer to stay out of it.”

“Then, what are you doing wandering about? Just getting some exercise? Or just out for a stroll?”

Vinegar took a sip of her coffee. “Something tells me you already know. But just because I’m out on recon doesn’t mean I’m, like… a fighter, or whatever. Honestly, you’d probably kick my ass.”

Cherry watched her down the rest of her coffee and toss the cup in a nearby trash can. “Hmm… You’re an interesting one. Maybe, after I take over this city, I’ll make you my pet.”

“You’d wait that long?”

Cherry chuckled and put her right arm around the yellow mare. “You say you’re not a fighter. How about a messenger?”

“Messenger?”

Cherry nodded. “Go back to the police station and tell the Chief that lightning tastes great… and the sun is fun to play with.”

Vinegar raised an eyebrow. “Okay…”

Cherry leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “Now, off you go.” Cherry then looked both ways before she crossed the street.

Vinegar watched her leave before she looked back at the police station.

7:00am

Misty was standing in the main room of the police station when her radio crackled to life. “Um,ma’am?” Vapor began. ”We have a Vinegar here. She says she has a message for you. From Cherry Bomb.”

Misty went wide-eyed and held the talk button. “Send her in immediately.”

Soarin left his office when he heard his Chief. “What’s going on?”

Misty eyed him before Vapor Trail led Vinegar into the room. Soarin and Misty immediately recognized her and rushed over. “What’s the message?” The Chief asked.

Vinegar shrugged. “Lightning tastes good and the sun is fun to play with.”

Misty stared at her before she looked at Soarin. “Lightning Streak and Sun Chaser?”

“Those cops?” Vinegar asked.

Misty eyed her before looking at Soarin again. “Lightning’s dead but Sun may still be alive.”

“That’s what it sounds like to me,” Soarin agreed.

Misty returned her attention to Vinegar. “What else did she say? What does she look like?”

“We didn’t talk about much,” Vinegar explained. “I just… figured out who she was and agreed to be her messenger. I was trying to do some recon for the Daemons, but…”

“And what does she look like?”

“White mare with a ponytail?” Vinegar shrugged. “Nothing too out of the ordinary. I mean, she was wearing, like… a pretty sexy red crop top.”

Misty sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Alright. I appreciate the update. If we have any more questions..."

"I have my phone. I'm sure you can find my number."

"Probably. You may go."

Vinegar gave the peace sign and left. Misty then looked at Soarin. "Think she's part of her gang?"

The stallion shook his head. "No. She seems loyal to Shrill and Trill. Despite her... uncaring attitude."

Outside, Vinegar thought about what she heard about Sun Chaser. "Fun to play with," she repeated, remembering what Cherry told her. She suddenly had an idea, but it would have to wait for later.

10:00pm

Vinegar left her apartment building and headed back to the café where she met Cherry. Currently, she wore a red-and-black-striped tube top with a short black skirt. She then proceeded to head to where she saw the white mare leave. Nothing seemed to stick out to her as being out of place so she kept walking. She crossed her arms and looked around, hoping to see something that caught her attention.

“Come on, Cherry,” she muttered. “Fuck you at?”

“Right here,” came a voice that made Vinegar jump and spin around. “Hey.”

“Hey,” the yellow mare replied. “Trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Apologies,” Cherry cooed. “Now, mind telling me why you’re looking for me?”

“I wanted to make a proposal.”

“Oh,” Cherry chuckled. “Well… I do.”

“What? No, not that kind of proposal. Not… exactly.”

“Go on.”

Vinegar sighed before she continued. “I know you have a cop. Sun Chaser. And from what you said, it sounds like you’re using her for fun.”

Cherry shrugged. “My boys are. But my mares are more into me.”

“So, I propose… me… in exchange for Sun Chaser.”

Cherry crossed her arms and eyed the mare up and down. “That’s some offer you’re making.”

“Obviously, I wouldn’t be able to stay with you. Not without getting Shrill and Trill even more frantic. But I don’t live with them, and can keep my window open.”

Cherry chuckled. “Well… That is something. In order for this to be fair you’d need to be… well worth it.”

Immediately, Vinegar stepped up to her and kissed her deeply. Cherry smiled and kissed back, both placing their hands on the other’s hips. Cherry then pulled the yellow mare into a nearby alley and held her against the wall. When the kiss ended, Vinegar grabbed her own tube top and pulled it down to expose her tiny A-cups.

Cherry chuckled and pressed her palms against the small breasts. “Still haven’t convinced me as to why I should trade in a cop… for you.”

“Who would you rather control?” Vinegar asked. “The police? Or the Daemons?”

“I already have Coco.”

“Coco is just an intern. I’m family.”

Cherry smirked and slowly moved her hands to the wall on either side of the mare’s head so she could lean in closer. “Is that so? Do explain.”

“Four years ago, they found me in an orphanage in Baltimare.”

“Orphanage, really? And what happened to mommy and daddy?”

“K… Killed by some… thug who wanted their money. I guess they couldn’t finish the job and do me in, too.”

“Wow. So, you had to watch your parents get shot?” Vinegar replied with a single nod. “Well, now…” Cherry then gripped Vinegar’s tube top and pulled it down over her breasts. “I agree to your deal. But on the condition that we have sex at my place.”

Vinegar nodded. “Fine with me.”

Cherry put an arm around her and pulled her close. “I must point out that, should you say anything about what you see… I’ll have Coco and your new parents killed in front of you. Then I’ll let you live with the knowledge of how you failed them.”

Vinegar’s eyes went wide as her hands clenched into fists, her breathing also increasing in frequency. Cherry noticed and smirked. “Still have a deal?”

Vinegar exhaled deeply and nodded. “Yes.”

The Gift of Anonymity

11:00pm

Cherry led Vinegar into the night club where her gang, minus Holly, was hanging out. Joy was on stage, K-cups out with tape over the nipples and giving the stripper pole a boobjob. Vinegar stared at her before Cherry started speaking. "Attention, everyone! This is my friend, Vinegar! Treat her well! Salt! Pepper! That means not eating her!"

Vinegar stopped as Cherry continued to walk away. The green mare looked around at the gang, who were now all watching her. Joy had even stopped and was watching her. "Um... Which of you are Salt and Pepper?"

As soon as she answered, the two were-mares dropped down in front of her, making her stumble backwards. When she noticed their wolf-like features, she went wide-eyed and pointed at them. "So... that's how Cherry's been watching everyone."

"We have great hearing," Pepper said as both of them sat down on their butt. "Vinegar?"

The mare gave a light nod. "I'm guessing you're Pepper. And the other one's Salt?"

"What gave it away?"

Vinegar slowly knelt down. "Are you... actual wereponies? I've read about you in books, but... I always thought it was fake."

"Do we look fake to you?"

"No, not at all. You do look really soft, though."

"We are. We lick each other. And Cherry helps."

"Cherry licks your fur?"

Pepper scoffed. "Of course not. She brushes us and pets us. It feels nice."

"Can I... pet you?" Vinegar asked, starting to hold out her hand.

Pepper eyed her hand and then her. "Hmmm... Okay. I will allow it."

Cherry headed down a hall to a private room and opened the door. Sun Chaser had her wrists bound above her head, her binds attached to a rope dangling down from the ceiling. She was completely naked, her fur a mess, and was also covered in cum. A black blindfold covered her eyes so she couldn't see who had entered the room.

"Well, you had fun," the white mare said as she approached the cop.

Sun whimpered and leaned away from her. "Are you going to..."

"Let you go," Cherry said. "Yes. Luckily for you, I found a better playmate."

Sun began to openly sob from relief. "I'll take those as happy tears," Cherry said as she went out into the hall. "Holly! Drop this cum dump off at the police station, will ya?!"

Day 2

12:00am

Soarin sat at his desk and spun side to side in hi chair. He suddenly stopped and eyed the clock as it turned from 11:59pm to 12:00am. He groaned and tilted his head back. "Six days left!"

Vapor entered his office and placed her hands on the back of his chair, looking down at him. "On the bright side... we don't have to worry about Cherry starting any trouble."

Soarin sighed. "Yeah, but... who knows what she's planning right now? The longer we wait, the more time she has to... I don't know... set something up? Something bad."

"Do we think we could... ally ourselves with the Daemon Sisters? Like... permanently? They seem like they'd be good to have on our side."

Soarin shrugged. "They're criminals. Even though we have no proof."

"But, they haven't done anything, like... horrible, right? At least, nothing that I've heard of."

"Compared to other criminal masterminds, they are pretty tame, yes. But, they're also dangerous because they're so smart."

"What about Eris?"

Soarin sighed. "She can't help. The laws of her kind forbid it."

Vapor was about to say something when they heard a commotion outside. Soarin jumped to his feet as he and Vapor left the office. Misty, Angel Wings, and High Winds were running out the front door. Soarin and Vapor eyed each other before they took off running after them. When they got outside, they saw a car speeding down the road as Misty was using her jacket to cover up a naked Sun Chaser.

"What the hell happened?" Soarin asked as he ran over to help.

As he and Misty helped up the crying mare, the Chief eyed him. "A car stopped and dumped her off. No plates."

"Cherry."

Misty nodded before she and Soaring helped the mare up the stairs. "We'll get you cleaned up and then I'll take you home, okay?"

"N-No!" Sun exclaimed, sniffling. "I-I, uh... Can I stay here with you guys?"

"Of course," Misty said. "In fact, we should probably all wait it out here in case anything happens."

Soarin smiled. "Yeah. And we can watch each other's backs."

5:00am

Cherry and Vinegar sat in the white mare's car, parked on the side of the road across from the police station. "Why are we here?" Vinegar asked.

Cherry smiled. "Because... I wanted to show you something cool."

"What?" Vinegar asked, confused.

"Watch this." Cherry then left the car and closed the door. She then made her way across the street as Soarin stepped out of the station. "Hey, there," Cherry greeted. "I heard a commotion earlier today. Everything okay?"

Soarin looked at her, confused at first, before he smiled. "Yes, but it's under control."

"Oh, that's good. Well, you have a great day, officer," Cherry said with a salute.

Soarin gave her a nod before she turned and made her way across the street. Soarin watched her leave before he looked both ways down the sidewalk. Vinegar watched Cherry make her way back to the car and get in.

"What was that?" Vinegar asked.

"The gift of anonymity, sweet Vinegar," Cherry cooed. "I kidnapped two of their cops, killed one, violated the other... after hospitalizing two others... and I just walked right up to one and said hi. And he had no idea who I was."

"That's fucked up."

Cherry chuckled. "Let's head back for now. I have things to plan."

11:00am

Vinegar stood in Cherry's office while Salt and Pepper were resting atop a panting and naked Coco. "So... that's Coco?"

Cherry sat down in her chair and smiled. "Yeah, that's her. Fuckin' cutie, isn't she? She makes the cutest noises when she cums."

Vinegar smiled lightly. "Yeah, uh... She's... cute."

Pepper opened her eyes and looked up at her. Vinegar gave her a small wave, only getting a stare in response. "Um... Hello."

The brown werepony sat up. "How is your stamina? Good?"

"Um... I guess so?"

"Care to test it?"

Vinegar blushed. "Uh... You mean... like... sex?

Salt lifted her head up and looked at Vinegar. "Did someone say sex?"

The dark yellow mare chuckled nervously and rubbed her neck, feeling herself heat up. She wasn't sure if it was arousal, nervousness, or both. Maybe even a little fear at the prospect of fucking two animal-like mares. "Um..."

"I wouldn't say no," Cherry said from her desk, not looking up from her papers. "When Pepper gets horny... it's best to give her what she wants."

"A-Alright..."

"Good choice," Pepper said, before she and Salt tackled Vinegar to the ground.

The dark yellow mare yelled out "Holy shit!" as she went down.

"You can't bring her back."

12:30pm

Cherry got up from her desk as Salt and Pepper had Vinegar pinned to the floor and were licking her breasts. "I'm heading out to meet with a certain goddess of chaos. You three good?"

Pepper looked up at her. "We good. This one has much more to give." Vinegar just gave a thumbs up."

"Great to hear," Cherry said with a wave. "See ya later!"

1:00pm

Eris, the goddess of chaos, flew around her shop, straightening out objects on the shelves and making a mental note of things she needed to get. As she worked, she heard the front door open. Getting a bad feeling, her smile faded as she flew over to see who it was.

“Eris?” Cherry asked with a smile.

The draconequus looked around at the other shoppers and then landed in front of the mare. “What do you want?”

“I assume you know who I am.”

“Cherry Bomb.”

“And I’m wondering, if you know me, why haven’t you tried to stop me. You could just… snap your fuckin’ fingers and make me go poof.”

Eris sighed. “I am aware. But as a chaos goddess, I’m unable to interfere in the lives of mortals, unless the result is chaos. I bet stopping you would be the opposite of chaos.”

“No shit. And what would happen if you… did interfere?”

“I’ve already interfered enough. The next one would most likely be fatal.”

“Oh, so sad. Well, I have no intention of disturbing your business. Just thought I’d stop by and say hi.”

“Well you’ve said it. Now could you… go?”

Cherry gasped mockingly. “What? Is that any way to treat a fucking customer?”

“You gonna buy something?” Eris asked as she crossed her arms.

Cherry eyed her naked, featureless body. “Mmm… You for sale?”

“In your dreams.”

Cherry chuckled and nodded. “Got that right. Now you might not be able to interfere with us… but that doesn’t mean I can’t interfere with you.”

Eris’ eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Cherry shrugged. “Something like… if you don’t do what I say, I’ll kill Vapor next.”

Eris let out a gasp before her eyes narrowed and she let out a low growl. “You bitch.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Cherry chuckled. “I’m not gonna make you fuckin’… murder anybody. That’d be too easy. No, I’m talking about… sex.”

Eris kept her scowl. “Really?”

“It’s not every day you get to control a goddess. So, what’ll it be? Wanna be my fuck pet? Or shall I have Vapor killed?”

The draconequus growled again before she let out an angry, deep sigh. “Fine, you pervert.”

“Pervert?” Cherry asked as she stepped up to the goddess. “You misunderstand. The sex is just a bonus. I like watching the hope and will leave my victims when they’ve realized there’s nothing they can do… except what I want. And I’m seeing that here with you and it’s fucking… beautiful.” She then reached out a gripped Eris nipple-less breasts. “Speaking of beautiful… Got a room?”

Eris continued to glare into her eyes. “Upstairs,” she said through clenched teeth.

Shrill brought some soup into the bedroom where Trill lay, staring up at the ceiling. "How's the leg?" Shrill asked as she approached the bed.

The orange unicorn sighed. "I wish you and Vinegar would let me walk. This forced hospitalization is absolutely and completely unnecessary."

"We only care about your health," Shrill said as she set the soup on the bedside table. "But don't worry. Soon you'll be walking around like your old self once again. Just hang in there a little longer. Meanwhile, I have brought you some soup. I figured you could use something warm to eat. Or, perhaps... sip."

Trill sighed and sat up as she scooted backwards against the pillow. "Alright."

Cherry sat up in Eris’ bed and stretched, her naked body glistening with sweat. “That was fuckin’ awesome.”

The draconequus stayed on her back as she kept her eyes fixated on the white mare. “I know why you’re doing all this. This won’t bring her back.”

Cherry’s smile faded and she looked over her shoulder. “I have to try. Vine was everything to me.”

“You can’t bring back the dead. Many have tried. It only causes problems.”

Cherry got up from the bed with an angry groan. “I honestly don’t give a flying fuck. I’ll kill thousands— millions, if I have to!”

Eris sighed and sat up. “Well, then… I can honestly say good luck. You’re gonna need it.”

Cherry eyed her again. “You know something. Tell me.”

The draconequus shrugged. “I can’t. But I do know what’s coming and I have already started preparations. Whether you win or lose here and now… makes absolutely no difference.”

Cherry scowled. “I will win. Your mind games won’t work on me.” She then gathered up her clothes and started to get dressed.

Eris watched her. “I truly hope, one day, you find happiness. And that when the time comes, you’ll make the right choice.”

Now dressed, Cherry stood up and sighed. “Could you…” she started to ask, remembering that Eris’ bedroom had no door.

Eris nodded and snapped her fingers. Cherry suddenly found herself outside on the sidewalk. “Stupid slut,” the white mare grumbled as she walked away.

3:00pm

Shrill and Trill lay on their bed, staring up at the ceiling and only wearing their bras and panties. "Think Coco's okay?" Trill asked.

The purple mare sighed. "I'm sure she's safe, but... probably scared."

"Cherry better hope I never get my hands on her."

Shrill eyed her. "She'll get what's coming."

Suddenly, Eris poofed above the bed. Shrill and Trill both let out a startled yell. "Wait wait wait, it's just me," Eris said quickly as she waved her hands. "Hello."

Shrill inhaled and exhaled deeply. "The hell do you want?"

"Well..." Eris began as she floated down to lay on her back between them. "I was visited by Cherry and it got me thinking."

"Cherry?" Shrill asked."

"Yes, and it got me thinking."

"Cherry Bomb?" Trill asked, wanting further confirmation.

"And it got me thinking... there's something much bigger coming. If you all manage to win this and defeat Cherry... Well... I need your help if we're to stand a chance."

"Something bigger?" Trill asked.

Eris nodded. "Mmm. Normally, I'd rope Soarin into it but they're busy at the moment."

Shrill and Trill eyed each other before Trill spoke. "So what do you need?"

"From you, nothing. I need someone who can walk, so... Shrill will have to go alone."

"Go?" The purple mare asked. "Go where?"

The draconequus chuckled and sighed. "I should've mentioned... The reason I've had to ask you mortals for help is because what I seek is in an alternate reality. And there can only be one me in each reality. You, however, can cross over."

"W..." Shrill stammered. "B... Alternate reality?"

Eris nodded quickly. "Mmm-hmm, yeah. I sent Soarin to a reality where the Six ruled. I'm honestly surprised he made it back. This time..."

"The Six?" Shrill asked.

"This time, I need something from..."

"The six of what?" Trill asked.

Eris sighed deeply. "The bearers of the Elements. The reason evil exists in the first place. May I continue?" Shrill and Trill just eyed each other and shrugged. "Anyways, the reality I need to send you is ruled by the Council of Chaos."

"Chaos?" The orange unicorn asked. "Isn't that your thing?"

"Yes, the... Council killed my brother in that reality and absorbed his power. I'm actually a crazy bitch in that world and have a good relationship with the Council. When you bump into them, tell them Eris sent you."

Shrill crossed her arms. "Let me get this straight. You want me to travel to an alternate reality that's ruled by chaos-wielding psychos to find something for you to help prevent a future disaster in this reality?"

Eris' eyes shifted back and forth. "Yeeeeeeeeeeesssssss. Sound good?"

The purple mare shrugged. "I don't..."

"What else can you do right now? Got five days left before you can attack Cherry, right?"

"I'm assuming this... future disaster of yours will ruin this city?"

Eris shrugged. "I don't have all the details. And I can't see the future. But it won't be good."

"If you can't see the future... how do you know what's coming?"

"I can see into other realities so I know what's coming. So, feel like helping stop a calamity?"

Shrill shrugged. "Sure. You can guarantee that they won't kill me?"

"Trust me. You'll be fine. Just fine."

"Alright. I'll do it. For the city," Shrill sighed as she sat up.

"I'm going, too," Trill said as she also sat up.

"But..." Eris started.

"Stuff it," the orange unicorn snapped. "I'm done laying around. Where my sister goes... I go."

The draconequus nodded. "Alright. Fair enough. Just remember to dress sexy."

"Dress... sexy?" Shrill asked.

Eris smiled. "Trust me."

3:45pm

Shrill and Trill looked around and found themselves in what appeared to be Manehattan, only it was covered in neon lights and every building was shiny and tall. It almost seemed like the future. They had both put on clothes before they were sent here. Shrill wore a one shoulder crop sport bra and a red mini skirt. Trill wore a rib knit halter crop top and a red tennis skirt with white knee-high socks. Both wore red platform open-toe high heels.

“What the hell is this?” Shrill asked. “Everything’s so… bright.”

Trill looked around at the few ponies that walked the streets. Some seemed neutral but most seemed afraid or sad. “The result of the Council, I take it.”

Shrill noticed a couple civilians eyeing them while on the phone. “Why am I getting a bad feeling right now?”

“Kind of like everyone’s watching you?”

“Keep your guard up, sister.”

They soon heard the sound of an approaching engine. Looking down the road, they saw a white limo with tinted dark blue windows approaching them. It had a giant purple diamond spray painted on the hood.

“Should we… run?” Trill asked.

Shrill shook her head. “Eris sent us. If we run, we look suspicious. Stay calm.”

“Right.”

The limo pulled up as the back windows rolled down, revealing Rarity with a strange tattoo around her right eye. It appeared to be a circle with six spikes sticking out from it, evenly spaced from one another.

“So,” the white unicorn began. “you are the orange unicorn and purple earth pony who appeared out of nowhere?”

Shrill nodded. “Eris sent us.”

“Eris, the sweetie,” Rarity cooed. “Now, what does she want, I wonder?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

The story will continue in the upcoming ELEMENTALS: SEASON 1

A Brutal New Player

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.”