Entrapment

It was their second evening in Ponyville, and they were running out of time. To make matters worse, guards were patrolling the crowd tonight. If Cream Heart showed up, they would have trouble spiriting her away. Nevertheless, Malak patrolled with the guards, keeping his eyes out for her. She didn't show up, likely because she had little interest in zebra music. It wasn't exactly common around here. It's likely that she was safe at her home, resting easily. After the show, The zebras all packed up their cart. As they returned to their safehouse empty-handed, Thunder was furious.

"You promised me results!" he yelled. "You assured me that you would have Cream Heart in my grasp, and what have you brought me so far!? One mare that means NOTHING to me, and naught else!"

"Settle down," said Kayson, gesturing with his hands. "We still have time. For us, this is an uphill climb. Our first plan had success secured. But alas, it failed, and she won't be lured."

Jaxton stood up. "The night is young, there's much ahead. What say we take her from her bed?"

"I thought that's what you were going to do originally?" growled Thunder. "Why didn't you start off with that plan?"

"Subtlety's the way to go," answered Malak. "What ponies don't see, they'll never know. But now our plan is under stress. So tell us, have you her address?"

***

Malakai and Jaxton made their way through the back alleys of Ponyville. It was almost two in the morning, so almost everyone was asleep. They found the house that was allegedly where Cream Heart lived, a dark blue two-story with a slate roof and plastic siding. Malak set down the basket near the rubbish bins as Jax climbed a trellis. Looking through the windows, he eventually found the sleeping silhouette of Cream Heart. With a confirmation nod to his partner, he tried to slide the window open slowly, but it wouldn't budge. He pushed harder, but still nothing. He jerked so hard that he fell off the trellis, his knees banging against the exterior wall. As he pulled himself up to the window, he saw that his commotion had awoken her. As she took a deep breath to shout out, her bedroom door swung open. There stood Malak, Kayson's dart gun in his hands. In the next moment, a red bundle of feathers was sticking out of Cream's neck, and she slumped over. Malak rushed to the window and unlocked it, sliding it open.

"How did you enter before I could?" asked Jax. "That door was made of steel, not wood."

"An entry we need not concoct, when ponies leave their doors unlocked." He helped to pull Jax in. "Softly, now. Her child sleeps. Tie her up quietly, not another peep."

The two had her tied up and out the door in less than a minute. Into the basket she went, and then onto Malak's back. Jax went back inside to clean up any mess they might have made, as well as set up a scene that would seem to indicate that she had run off and abandoned her child.

When Malak returned alone, Thunder raised an eyebrow. "Where's the other guy?"

"Jax had to stay and clean our mess, but rest assured, we have your guest." Malak opened the basket and dumped Cream Heart's limp body onto the living room floor.

"Yes!" shouted Thunder, performing a celebratory fist pump. "This is exactly her. You have more than earned your payment." He rubbed his hands together with villainous glee. "Let's see how strong Button's boasting is now."

"Again, you needn't tell us why," said Malak, sitting down on the couch he would be sleeping on. "We do the job, and away we fly."

"But you don't fly," responded Thunder. "You don't have wings."

"In this case, to fly is to flee," he yawned. "I'm tired now, please leave me be..." Malak rolled over and soon fell asleep.

"I certainly will," smiled Thunder, tossing Cream's form over his shoulder. "I'll just be downstairs, having fun with my new toy..."

At the end of the next day, after their final performance, the zebras packed up. Rather than just cramming their belongings into their cart to be unloaded the next day, they were packing everything up for their long journey home. Their extra mare had been sealed tightly in a secret compartment beneath them as they performed their set, and they planned to open her mouth as soon as they were out of view of the city. However, their plans were interrupted as they passed the city limits. A rather angry-looking orange mare with a golden mane began to chase them down, yelling for them to stop.

"Speed, milord, we must make haste!" shouted Kayson. "A local yokel has no taste. She likely finds our sound quite bad. Hurry, now, she's very mad!"

Jax cracked the reigns, driving the wagon to a higher speed. The mare continued to chase them, picking up rocks and throwing them, all the while yelling for them to stop. Again, Jax increased his speed, but the mare was relentless. As a rock landed squarely on Zylah's face, Malakai decided that he'd had enough of her. Looking around to make sure they wouldn't be spotted, he loaded a dart into Kayson's blowgun.

"Slow it down, let her catch us," he said softly to Jax. "I can keep her from making a fuss."

Jax slowed, and the mare approached. As she leaped into the back of the wagon, Malak launched a dart into her neck. She began to feel dizzy, but her rage burned on. "I know you have Fluttershy!" she yelled, swinging her fists at anyone she could reach. Kayson was busied with trying to grab hold of her, while Zylah was distracted by trying to remove herself from the mare's reach. Malak wasted no time in loading his final dart into the pipe. He took aim and fired again. This one hit her chest, and before long, she was out cold.

Jax once more picked up speed, trying to create as much distance between their cart and the town as possible before anyone could realize that she was missing, too. When he was content with their gap, he slowed down, and the wagon settled down and stopped bouncing around so much.

Jax turned back to his accomplices. "Tie her up, have her limbs bound and gag her I don't want to hear a sound." The trio immediately set to work, making sure the knots were extra tight and ensuring that she could not move. As she was being tied up, Kayson inadvertently lifted one of her legs without also lifting the other. Her skirt fell open, giving Jax a good view of her blue and white striped panties. Suddenly, he knew what use he would have for his two new prisoners. "I rather like her derriere. Put her with the pegasus mare."

Malak opened the secret compartment where Fluttershy lay. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Applejack's flaccid body was dumped on top of her. Just as quickly as it had opened, the door was shut again, and she was bathed once more in darkness.

"The new plan is quite practical," chuckled Jax, resuming their motion. "We'll take them to the capitol. Train them in the harem art. Don't you think that plan is smart?"

"The slave trade, really?" questioned Zylah, holding her bloodied nose. "That's your best? They spend their days exposing breasts? That's fine for the winged one, but the big one, no. I deserve some fun. Give her to me, I'll make her shout until her fight has all run out."

"You're just upset she hit your face," chided Kayson. "Your last slave was an utter disgrace. She cried and complained at every chance, and you think you can make this demon dance?"

"Your one to talk, you striped quack," scowled Malak. "Your last attempt wouldn't get off her back. She lounged around the couch all day 'til Jax came to do it the right way."

"We're all aware that I'm the best," said Jax. "But Malak, you've not been brought to test. Why don't you take the feathered one and try to make her come undone?"

"You honor me," smiled Malak. "I will not fail. She will not whine, lament or wail. I promise you, she'll pass the test. Now, after that fight, we've earned a rest."

The trio in the back sat comfortably in their wagon, drinking and making jokes as Jax steered them homeward. They had a new job to do.