A Cheery Household Herd

A few days later…

Cheerilee told me about a certain someone that I helped in the past over the course of my…extensively long case with Cozy. While the kiddo was busy treating troubled characters with their personal issues, I was more or less out to do the same thing at this point. Though the subject matter was much more mature in nature. Please be advised: These files are not for the faint-hearted.

Coloratura walked into Pale’s office, and made her case.

“...Ms. Tura,” he acknowledged as she took a seat in front of his desk, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

The cyan mare took a moment to exhale and spoke candidly. “...Now that Svengallop’s gone, I…feel comfortable enough to tell you what had happened between us…behind closed doors,” she turned her head to the side and rubbed one of her forelegs against the other.

“Wait…what?” Pale tilted his head with a concerned look in his eyes. Was there more that he wasn’t aware of? As an officer, it was his job to find out. “...What exactly happened between you two?”

Tears started to fall from Coloratura’s eyes as she shivered in her seat. “Well…while he was my manager, he’d…make me do certain things that I wasn’t exactly fond of….”

“...Such as forcing you to miss out on charity events to chase larger ones, correct?” Pale asked as he looked over what he had on file.

“No…worse,” she clenched her teeth and continued, “He’d…touch me. And…make me touch him. Saying that if I didn’t, he’d find a way to blacklist me from the industry.” She hunched over with her hooves over her eyes as she began to sob. “...I felt so scared and trapped. I couldn’t tell anyone or I’d risk losing my entire career and job of being a pony that other ponies and creatures could look up to. I didn’t want that…so I never reported it.”

Pale sighed to himself.

Part of me was relieved at the fact that I had killed that bastard. On the other hand though, I knew in the back of my mind that it didn’t make it right. He should’ve been publicly charged and exposed for the entire world to see what a disgusting person he was. Gah. Nothing I can do to change that, but since then, I made sure to not let my emotions take over my judgment. The silver lining is that, with him dead, he could no longer hurt Coloratura or anyone else.

The detective stallion got up from his seat and trotted over to her, offering a hoof to her back to console her. “...While I wish I had known this sooner, I’m glad you’ve spoken up about it. It must have eaten you up inside to keep that bottled up for so long. Have you told anyone else about this?”

Coloratura put her hooves down and sighed. “Only Ms. Inkwell. The local therapist--I explained…lots of things to her. Some things that I’d like to explain to you now.”

Pale took a step back and leaned against his desk. “Alright. Go on.”

“Well…ever since he walked out on me, I’ve been getting…urges,” she explained while rubbing one hoof against the other. “Urges to…satisfy myself. It’s like a part of my mind missed that gross contact--as much as I wanted to deny it.”

“Oh shit. That can only mean one thing.”

Pale decided to speak up to help ease her nerves. “Allow me to venture a guess…you’ve been diagnosed with hypersexuality?”

Ms. Tura blushed and turned away from me--which pretty declared that it was 100% true. “...y-yeah. I’ve been trying to satisfy myself with--ahem--toys and whatnot. But I still feel hollow. I…part of me desperately wants the real thing.”

“Yeah I could tell that’s where it was going.”

“...So you came to me to ask for my help, then?” Pale asked.

“...Something like that, yeah. Applejack is a close friend from my foalhood and I have loads of wonderful fans and groupies, but none of them can provide what I’m looking for,” she sighed and looked at the floor. “...intimacy with a stallion that I can trust. You’re really the only one and it kills me inside to say that especially since you’re married.”

“Well…I’d love to help you, but first we’d need to see what Cheerilee would say. Ponies and true horses travel in herds, so it’s not exactly something that’s socially unacceptable,” Pale went on, “Tell me. What exactly do you have in mind should we proceed.”

Tura rubbed the back of her head as she shifted nervously in her seat. “Well…to put it lightly, I’d like to use you to deal with my frustrations so I can finally quell these urges I’ve been having. Which means…m-mating with you. For a while.”

Pale folded his hooves as he thought about it for a moment. As the one who killed Svengallop and took on this case, he felt personally obligated to help her with whatever else she may have needed. For the sake of her mental health and having clarity with her own body, Pale was willing to essentially give himself to her for the time being.

“Alright,” he replied with a nod, “I’ll see what Cheerilee thinks, and we’ll go from there.”

“Oh good! I mean…” she beamed with excitement and took a few breaths to calm herself, “...if it’s no trouble. I already have a specific sorta…” she rolled her hoof as she tried to think of what to say, “...scenario I guess you could call it? There’s a…role I want you to play--oh, I guess that’s why they call it roleplay,” she laughed with a snort as she realized what she had said.

Meanwhile, Pale’s eyes grew wide upon hearing that. All he could think was:

“...Wait, she wants to roleplay? Just how much pent-up kinkiness does she have??”