Stop Right There, Criminal Scum!
Copper’s pace slowed, as she approached the home. It wasn’t like Ponyville was an exceptionally boisterous town - well, not usually - so all the music, ponies milling about, and shouts of excitement made the place pretty easy to find. Breaking up a party wasn’t usually an issue, but she was not looking forward to the job.
It was bad enough that she was going to have to ask them to quiet down a bit, yet that wasn’t what had her concerned - no, that was another issue entirely and one she’d been doing her damnedest to ignore for the better part of the day. Straightening her cap and fixing her brow, she trotted towards the front door. If she was lucky, and she prayed she would be, it’d be an easy job; get in, have them tone it down, then leave - easy as.
Trotting past a few stallions outside, giving them a terse nod, she moved into the building and surveyed the scene. Besides the sounds of revelry and merrymaking, there were two distinct things which caught her attention; for starters, a heavy, almost musky aroma hung in the air - secondly, and more troublingly, there wasn’t a mare to be seen. Cursing under her breath, she stomped a hoof and loudly cleared her throat.
“Where's Thunder?” she demanded, scanning the crowd. The chatter and festivities dulled, as soon as the revelers saw the officer in their midst.
She was happy the pegasus had finally become a full-time Wonderbolt, she really was, but throwing a raucous shindig on a weeknight simply wasn’t going to fly. Ponies needed their sleep, foals had school in the morning, she wasn’t about to get fussed out by Mayor Mare for ignoring several noise making complaints. Standing mute, she waited for the ringleader to show up.
Sure enough, after a minute or so, she spotted an unmistakable mohawk approaching her through the throng. It was only when he got closer did she take note of his condition. Stumbling slightly, bumping into ponies as he passed, it was pretty easy to tell he’d been hitting the cider pretty hard - not that she could blame him, what with his promotion from the reserves, but he’d need to rein in the festivities a bit.
As soon as he laid eyes on her, the burly pegasus rushed forward and wrapped her in a hug. The affection wasn’t exactly what she’d been anticipating, yet she wasn’t about to berate him for it - not when he was in such high spirits. Wrapping a foreleg around his broad shoulders, she patted his back and shook her head.
“Copper, you old so-and-so, come to join the party!” he exclaimed, tightening his grip.
With his chiseled chest pressed against her, she returned the embrace. As he draped his head over her shoulder, gently rocking her back and forth in his iron grasp, a delicate aroma wafted to her nostrils. Above the smell of libation and what she believed were nachos, his natural scent shined through. Between the sensation of the studly stallion and his remarkable bouquet, she only just suppressed a shiver of excitement.
Unfortunately, the double whammy of his heady fragrance and touch reminded her of the predicament she was in. There she was, at a party absolutely swimming in stallions, suffering through one of the worst heats in recent memory. She’d always managed to push through her estrus before, ignoring the insidious, lustful thoughts while trotting the beat, but the deck seemed to have been stacked against her in this case.
Hearing, smelling, and seeing all the virile males, not to mention finding herself plastered against one of the studs, was beyond harrowing. Despite herself, the sensory input virtually forced Copper’s body to respond. Of its own accord, her marehood angrily seized upon itself and winked. So long as she could escape before her situation got any worse, she’d probably be…
“Oh man! Did somepony hire a stripper?!” a voice called out, causing her to turn.
It was worse than she feared. Several of the amassed stallions were looking at her or, more succinctly, her posterior. Glancing back, realizing she’d fixed her tail in the usual bun, she went rigid. With an unimpeded view of her backside, she had little doubt that one or more of the celebrating ponies had noticed her aroused state.
Shoving herself away from Thunder and whirling to confront the crowd, she knit her brow. While she took no joy in being pushy or throwing her authority around, the circumstances demanded that she take action. She most certainly wasn’t there to perform any sort of burlesque show, regardless of her moistened and easily visible loins, and she was going to make damn sure everypony knew it.
“This is an unlawful assembly!” she sternly announced, tapping a forehoof and drawing more attention to herself.
The group went dead silent, if only for a moment, before breaking into a cacophony of catcalls and laughter. She shouldn’t have been surprised, given that most of them seemed to be from out of town and had no idea who or what she was, but the uproar steeled her resolve and caused her temper to flare. As her eyes swept across the room, while wearing the toughest look she could muster, her lip curled.
“I want everypony to get out...Now,” Copper barked.
“How about we get off instead!” somepony cried.
Turning, looking for the smart-ass with the dirty mouth, the mare froze. She found the instigator, though that was the least of her problems. The brazen and clearly inebriated pony, standing on his hind legs while leaning against a pool table, obscenely bucked his hips and flopped his semi-erect cock at her. The act was indecent and hardly befitting of somepony facing an officer of the law - unless, he truly believed she wasn’t a sworn public servant.
Her marehood clenched at the sight, reminding her of just how hormonally charged her condition was. Glancing over her shoulder, seeing Thunder laughing along with the rest of his crew, she paused. The way she saw it, she had two options: she could either call for backup, possibly complicating issues and ruining everypony’s good time, or play along and possibly blow off some steam - of course, the latter choice was extraordinarily unbefitting of her profession, but there was a pretty good chance she could get away with it.
If everypony in the house assumed she was some stripper or hired harlot, she could play the part and deny she was ever there. There was clearly enough alcohol and commotion to sow doubt in anyone, should any accusations be levied against her afterwards, so the likelihood that she’d ever get in any trouble were extraordinarily slim. As the possible scheme coalesced, somepony shoved her forward.
“Officer,” the drunken stallion lamented, reaching down to stroke himself off, “I’ve been such a bad pony.”
Grinning to herself, caving to her lecherous urges, a wicked grin split Copper’s face. “Well then,” she purred, strutting over and pressing a hoof to his chest, “I guess I’ll have to handle that…”
Dragging her face down his chest and abdomen, breathing in the ambrosial musk of his body, she brought her face to his groin. The room practically exploded at the impromptu show. Stallions cheered and whooped excited, egging her on and exchanging hoof-bumps with one another, as she reached his hardening length.
Giving the girthy base of his tool a little kiss, she dragged her tongue up his shaft and to his bloated head. Servicing a stallion always had a certain appeal, although doing it while in season in front of a crowd made it altogether more thrilling. As the salty, unwashed flavor of his member washed over his taste buds, a sudden clatter behind her caught her ear.
Before she could turn, one of the enthusiastic party-goers had reared back, shuffled forward, and latched his forehooves over her hips. Without so much as a thought, she flagged her tail and braced her hind legs. If she was going to pretend to be some slatternly streetwalker, there was no half-assing it - right?
Arching her back, she threw her ass into reverse and towards the opportunistic pony who’d mounted her. Feeling the battering ram-like tip of his tool nudge her entrance, she wrapped her lips around the stud before her. As she slipped one length of stallionhood into her maw, the second steadily plunged into her engorged, leaking sex.
Pinned between the pair of young bucks, Copper was gently rocked forward and back. While she’d had no idea she’d wind up as the depraved nexus of a house party, it was just what the doctor had ordered. The veritable assault on her senses was staggering, serving to elevate the experience to unfathomable levels and instilling her with more than enough inspiration to continue. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist, yet knowing that so many ponies were aroused by her shameless display was the icing on the cake.
False pretenses or not, there was no denying how astoundingly good it felt. Her body had been urging her for days to be rutted, distracting her with indecent thoughts and often acting of its own accord - now, being spit-roasted and ogled by a crowd, her arousal soared to unimaginable heights. Skillfully working one stallionhood with her tongue and muzzle, while milking the second with her marehood, she juggled the duo with startling ease.
Copper quickly became the eye of the storm, the locus of attention for the gathering, and some part of her loved it. Calls pressing her to continue or complimenting how slutty she was shattered what little self control she had left. Their encouragement was a symphony, fanning the flames of her debauched wants. Ramming her head forward, successfully throating the buck on the pool table, the crowd roared in approval.
Caught up in the moment, relishing the feeling of pleasing two stallions at once, she failed to realize how close one of her partners was until it was too late. Grunting furiously, the pony at her rear hilted. His flaring cock pressed to her womb, a split second before a sublime, familiar warmth coursed into her depths. Groaning around the dick in her snout, a shiver of delight ran up her spine.
“Hot damn! That was a hot piece of ass!” the stud groaned, unceremoniously hauling his softening length from her entrance.
Shuddering, feeling her vacant confines wink as he withdrew, his absence was all too fleeting. Almost immediately after the one bronco had departed, another took his place. Judging from the increased weight on her hips, her second taker was a fair bit larger than the first - a fact which was promptly validated as her entrance stretched around their stallionhood. Fortunately, with the all too brief warmup and the spunk coating her interior, the intrusion gave her little trouble.
Other than being substantially more endowed than his predecessor, the second stallion’s technique and endurance were downright heavenly. Thrusting away, while administering the periodic spank or squeeze of her rump, he plowed her like a field in spring. It wasn’t long before the telltale signs of release were blossoming within her.
Preoccupied as she was, teetering on the brink, it came as no surprise that she didn’t notice somepony at her side until it was too late. As a pair of lips latched around one teat, eagerly suckling upon her bosom, she came with ruinous force. All but gagging around the shaft in her throat, orgasmic juices lewdly squelched and dribbled from her stuffed, spasming cunt.
Sadly, with her mind clouded with euphoria, the throbbing cock in her gullet shook her from her reverie. Wincing, she rammed her head forward and buried her nose in the stallion’s groin. Mopping the underside of his shaft with her tongue, load after scalding load was pumped down her throat and into her belly. The fact that she’d gotten somepony off with her mouth, a skill she’d always struggled with, heaped validation upon her and left her pining for more.
The seconds bled into minutes and longer still, as time gradually lost meaning. Stallion after stallion, stud after stud, Copper eventually lost count of how many ponies she serviced. Though she was vaguely aware of shifting positions, she couldn’t rightly say everything she’d done. It was only the glaring lack of action that finally roused her from her cum-drunk stupor.
Wearily shaking her head, her eyes languidly wandered over the room. Most of the party-goers seemed to have departed, with only a small hooffull to be seen. Vaguely aware that she was on her back, she turned her head and peered down her frame. Lying on a couch, absolutely spackled in seed, she was in dire need of a shower.
Although she couldn’t say how many loads had ended up inside of her, in one hole or another, she felt sure there had been more in her than on her. The salty, bitter aftertaste of spunk clung to her tongue, the musk of her many lovers lingered in her sinuses, and both her ass and marehood were left delightfully sore and abused. Every part of her had been made use of, yet she felt little more than exhausted contentment.
“Sweet Celestia, Copper, I’m surprised you’re still with us,” Thunder grumbled, drawing her attention as he shuffled over. He appeared to have sobered up a bit, yet she couldn’t say if her presence had played any part in that.
“Y...yeah,” she croaked. Sluggishly rolling from the sofa, damn near falling to the floor, her shaky legs barely supported her. “You mind if I - Cough - take a shower?”
The pegasus nodded and pointed to a stairway at the side of the room. “Upstairs, second door on the left. After a night like that, help yourself,” he chuckled.
“Thanks,” she muttered. Unsteadily shambling towards the restroom, she paused. “Hey - you mind throwing my clothes in your washing machine? I’d really rather not wait until this stuff dries before getting it laundered.”
“Oh - uh - sure,” Thunder intoned. Stripping from her shirt and tie, she tossed the sullied garments at his hooves.
Considering what she’d done in his home, she couldn’t be bothered with the sudden lack of modesty of being nude - besides, it wasn’t like she wore her uniform while not on the clock. “Buck,” she groused, glancing around the floor, “you seen my hat?”
Joining in her search, the stallion looked over at the pool table. “It’s around here somewhere. Don’t worry, I’ll find it.”
“Thanks,” Copper sighed, gradually moving to the stairs. She wanted nothing less than to get cleaned up and crawl into bed, but that would have to wait until she’d washed all the jizz off of and out of herself. “Thunder,” she groaned, keenly aware of the foal batter leaking down her inner thighs, “let’s keep this night between us.” Without waiting for a reply, knowing he’d keep his mouth shut, she doggedly proceeded towards the bathroom.
While it wasn’t exactly what she’d expected of her shift, she’d dealt with the noise complaint - sure, her means had been a bit unconventional, but the problem had been solved and she’d been well and thoroughly sated. Even if anypony made a scandalous accusation about her, she could downplay it and cover her ass easily enough. Pleased with the unorthodox solution she’d executed, the corners of her lips turned up - just another night of devoted public service…
