the city part 1

Chapters

Chapter 1 (the patrol)
Chapter 2 (the Singer)
Chapter 3 (the family)
Chapter 4 (The reporter)
Chapter 5 (cat burglar p1)
chapter 6 (cat burglar p 2)
Chapter 7 (cat burglar p 3)
Chapter 8 (cat burglar p 4)
Chapter 9 (cat burglar p 5)

Chapter 1 (the patrol)

You have heard of Neigh Horseleans, Manehattan, and Tampa Neigh and Detrot; these three cities are a hotbed of organized crime, with the ban on making and selling of Hard apple cider in all of Equestria being enforced throughout the land. Now for my city, the city of Los Ungulas in Califoalnia, my name is Police Sergeant Justice Silverlight. I am a beat cop working for Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas.

"Oh, come on, Justice, stop that! You are making the city sound like a cesspool! It's not that bad." A mare voice said, annoyed and edged with tension as the camera pans to the seat on the left of the patrol car.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the LUPD patrol vehicle was a beautiful light pink Alicorn mare with moderate violet, moderate rose and pale gold streaked mane and tail. Her curvy 5ft 9in equine figure was attired in a white blouse, black tie over a navy blue jacket, and knee-length straight skirt.

Her light pink elegant legs were bare, and on her ten-inch, long attractive delicate pink slim bare feet with candy green toenail polish were black comfort pumps with two-inch heels. Folded on her back were her medium-sized light pink feathery bird wings, and sitting on top of her head behind her horn was a navy blue peaked cap with the gold emblem of LUPD.

A black leather purse dangled from her perfect round shoulder that contained all her equipment and her thirty-eight service-six Ruger revolver. This Alicorn mare was LUPD police officer Cadence Aperture the newest police mare from Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas.

Sitting next to her in the vehicle was a majestic and handsome-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with short textured cut crimson red mane and tail. His 6ft 5in athletic equine figure was attired in the dark blue uniform of LUPD police officer, and on top of his head behind his horn was a navy blue peaked cap with the gold emblem of LUPD. Black tactical boots were on his twelve-inch-long, dark blue bare feet. This unicorn stallion was LUPD police sergeant Justice Silverlight from the Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas. He reaches over and pokes Cadence Aperture in her side with his finger causing her to squirms a bit from the jab into her ticklish side.

"Tee-hee! Now stop that, Justice! If I was not warned about you, I would be upset with you tickling me like that." Cadence said, playful as she slapped his finger away from her side before he could tickle her again.

"I am sorry, Cadence…but it has been less than a year since the Los Ungulas Police department hired the first mare officer. And another year that they allowed a mare to be in the field as a patrol officer," Justice explains as Cadence leaned over and kissed him.

"I know, Justice." Cadence explained, her voice quivering as Justice rested his hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

"Thank you, Justice," Cadence said, grateful as she took hold of his hand in both of her hands and kissed his hand to thank him.

"Why me, Miss Aperture?" Justice asked, wondering as Cadence smiled at him and kissed him on his cheek again.

"You have a good reputation among the small group of mare officers and some stallion officers in the department," Cadence comments as Justice smile too much with his mare partner comment.

"I hope it a deserved reputation, Miss Aperture?" Justice said nervously as Cadence giggled into the back of her hand.

"The reputation I am speaking of, Mr. Silverlight, is that you are incorruptible. I am not blind like most of the department…I have noticed how key evidence in various cases seems to vanish without a trace… before the court case is about to come up." Cadence said, knowing thick with insinuation as Justice's lips curled with disgust before returning to a calm state.

"Talk like that, Miss Aperture…has led many rookie officers to be forced out of the department. Found dead from seemingly innocent circumstances," Justice explains with veiled warning as he reaches over to Cadence and pats her on the knee of her crossed leg, one knee tossed casually over the other tapping her heel-clad foot soundless in the air.

That little comment led to an extraordinary partnership between Cadence and me throughout our career in the Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas. The partnership came in handy when I was accused of accepting a bribe to destroy key evidence in a court case of a hit stallion that killed a prominent politician in the city and was forced out of the department.

(Three years later)

The Speakeasy was heavy with the smell of stale medicinal drinks and even stronger illegal hard apple cider brought in by a local bootlegger to make a pretty tidy profit for the runner if he survived the run. Toward the front of the Speakeasy was a stage singing on the stage: a gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare with fern green mane and tail and the establishment piano player.

Walking through the secret entrance was a beautiful light pink Alicorn mare with moderate violet, moderate rose, and pale gold streaked mane and tail. Her curvy 5ft 9in equine figure was attired in a black beaded fringed flapper dress that hit above the knee. Her light pink elegant legs were encased in black stockings held in place by a garter belt. On her ten-inch, long attractive delicate pink slim bare feet with candy green toenail polish were plain black T-strap pumps with slender Spanish heels.

Folded on her back were her medium-sized light pink feathery bird wings. A black leather purse dangled from her perfect round shoulders that contained her personal possessions and concealed police bulldog thirty-eight special. This Alicorn mare was Former LUPD police officer Cadence Aperture, a police mare from Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas and partner to Former LUPD police sergeant Justice Silverlight from the Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas.

"Thanks, Paul, I got him, and I'll take him back to our apartment to sleep it off. By the way, my police contact told me that the department will conduct a raid on this place sometime this week." Cadence informs the speakeasy owner as she walks over to the passed-out unicorn stallion sitting at the bar.

“Thanks for the heads-up, officer Aperture." The speakeasy owner said appreciatively as he helped Cadence to get the drunken Justice to his feet and walked him to a waiting car outside the establishment.

“Remember Paul, former officer Aperture…After they destroy our career, accusing us of bribery. I have no love for that department; I will make it as hard as possible for them." Cadence said bitterly as she climbed into the driver seat of tan one thousand nine hundred twenty-nine ford model A deluxe Roadster to drive back to their apartment.

A few hours later, in an eight hundred square foot two-bedroom apartment in an average-priced apartment complex in downtown Los Ungulas Cadence pip-plops in her stocking-clad light pink slim bare feet over a cityscape gray colored carpeting of the combination living and dining room. After brewing a hot cup of black coffee in the galley-style kitchen for the hung over Justice Silverlight to alleviate the pounding headache of the all-night drinking binge.

"Justice, why do you do this to yourself?" Cadence said, distressed, handing the hot cup of coffee to Justice, who carefully took a sip of hot coffee as she made her way to the front of the sofa.

"Then why don't you leave, mare! I don't need some pony like you!" Justice said frigidly as the blood drained from Cadence's face with Justice's comment.

"I can't do that, Justice! Despite how much your words hurt me? You do need me!” Cadence said, distressed as tears ran down her pink cheeks, splashing on her stocking clad insteps of her light pink slim bare feet.

"I am sorry, Cadence," Justice said, disappointed in himself as he reached up to wipe the tears from Cadence's cheeks. As she takes hold of his hand and shakes her head, accepting his apology before letting go of his hand.

"Cadence, why do you hang around with loser like me?" Justice groans as Cadence sit on the coffee table in front of Justice crossing her legs, one knee tossed casually over the other and tapping her stocking-clad foot soundlessly in the open air.

“The truth Justice is? (Justice nods his head) you need me?" Cadence said warm hearted as she regarded with genuine fondness her former police partner.

"I-I need you?" Justice said, reluctant as he lowered his head and stared at Cadence’s candy green toenail polish on her nails through the translucent fabric of her sheer stockings upon her light pink slim barefoot.

"I told you not to get involved with clearing me, Cadence! The police chief would have left you alone if you didn't get involved! And you could have found a new partner! I was fine with being forced out of the department as long as you continue your career!" Justice said self-righteously as he started to sniffle.

"Eventually, I would have been forced out of the department like you. I was not going to allow myself to become corrupt. This city needs someone like us to fight for it." Cadence said righteously as she brought her stocking-clad light pink slim barefoot up and wiggled her five slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes in the air a few times.

“The full story is this Justice. Went I first joined the Los Ungulas Police department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas, I had the choice of any officer to be partnered with.”Cadence explained as the breath caught in Justice's throat

"What those officers didn't know, I could sense just how corrupt they were! I would not be the unwilling participant to corruption and allow blood money to make my decision for me.” Cadence said hotly as Justice started to listen to his partner and allow her a few minutes to calm herself before continuing.

“Then you enter the briefing room…I was dumbfounded went I couldn’t sense corruption in you. My feelings were quickly confirmed; went whole dynamics of the room changed! Those officers I sense that were the most corrupt had a mix of fear and anger toward you. And others were clueless." Cadence explained as she allowed Justice to rest her slender ankle in the palm of his upturned hand, exposing her luscious soft skin on the sole of her stocking-clad foot.

“The fear I sensed from those officers became enhanced went I choose to be your partner." Cadence commented as she wiggled her five slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes once again in her stocking nervously.

"I was not looking for a partner that day," Justice comments as he uses his fingers to slowly spread out Cadence's five slightly plump elegant and dynamic slender long toes to look at the soft skin between her toes which made her quite a bit nervous.

"I sense that, Justice." Cadence commented as he set her stocking-clad foot back down on the ground, and her light purple eyes shined with relief.

"But you were persistent, Miss Aperture," Justice said irately as Cadence stood up, pitter-pattered back into the galley-style kitchen, went the teapot on the stove whistle.

"Yes, I was, Justice. You tried to ditch me at the station a few times." Cadence said bitterly as she placed a tea bag in a cup and poured the hot water into the cup to let the tea bag steep for a few minutes to get the most flavors from the pack.

"But still, you didn't take the hint Miss Aperture," Justice said, a bit annoyed as she moved the bag up and down in the cup with her hand as her unicorn horn glowed with a soft, very light cornflower blue magical light a signal of her using her magic to do something.

"In the end, Mr. Silverlight, because of my persistent, you took me on as your partner," Cadence said, her face flushed with happiness as she picked up her cup and pitter-patter in her light pink slim bare feet from behind the lower cabinets back to the coffee table.

"So now what, Cadence?" Justice asked as she sat back down on the coffee table, crossing her legs, one knee tossed casually over the other and tapping her bare foot soundlessly once again in the open air as she sipped her tea.

"This city needs ponies like us to give the innocent a chance. Until the corruption is clear of our city. There is no Justice for the innocent. The reason I joined the police force was to make a difference. What every your reason for joining was? I hope it is the same as mine?" Cadence said, hopeful and noble as she saw a change in Justice's demeanour with her determination.

"Then I ask again, now what, Cadence?" Justice said as he eyed this beautiful light pink Alicorn mare, helpless delicate pink slim bare feet in front of him.

"We make it to the rank of a Police Detective in the corrupt police force and never gave up our principles. No matter how many obstacles they put in front of us…Our principles put us at odds with our corrupt superiors, and we were forced out of the department.” Cadence explains as she finishes sipping her tea and floats the empty cup into the sink.

"We are both wealthy from our families' fortune and have our own small fortune. So how about starting our own detective agency? With our connections, we can start chipping away at the corruption…so what do you say, Justice?" Cadence asked as she uncrossed her legs and placed her feet flat.

"I say Cadence…Let's do this." Justice said knowing

As the scene begins to close, the screen is filled with a close-up of slenderly gracefully rounded, slightly petite gorgeous-shaped pair of light pink bare feet with bright blue toenail polish. The camera shows the perfectly shaped shallow but smooth curved arches of these feet and every detail of the luscious with very effortless creases of soft, light pink skin on the bottom of the feet. As the scene fades to black, all that is heard is the unrestrained laughter of a very ticklish mare that fills your ears.

Chapter 2 (the Singer)

We had no job opportunities for the first few years; we opened the detective agency we named the C and J private eye detective agency. If we were any other detective agency, Cadence and I would have fold-up the business after the second year of no business. We did have a few cases, primarily disgruntled spouses with an axe to grind with their lovers. We joked that we should have opened a marriage counselling service to help those disgruntled spouses, not a detective agency. But still, my mare Cadence stays at my side during this time of poor business for our agency.

After I took my mare to lunch at our favorite diner, we returned to our office. In the office, my mare was attired in a gray great Gatsby dress with elbow-length sleeves; over the dress, she wore a black velvet duster coat. On top of her head, behind her horn, was a light Gatsby linen cloche hat with a lace band and a flower. Her slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeous-shaped pair of delicate pink bare feet with lush, deep green toenail polish was resting on the desk with her ankles crossed, wearing black T-strap sandals. She was busily filing her nails on her five-fingered hand with a small emery board from her purse.

As for me, I was sitting in a chair behind the desk staring at my mare shoed feet, wearing brown tweed herringbone two buttons slim fitted tapered vested suit with black wingtip dress shoes on my feet. My slate-colored fedora rested on top of my desk within reach, and hanging on a coat rack next to the door was my tan trench coat. My dear mare Cadence gifted me the tan trench coat for my birthday.

I heard soft chuckling from my dear mare Cadence behind me as she uncrossed her ankles. I watch a very light cornflower blue magic aura form around the buckle of her shoe and begin to unbuckle it. Went it was undone, she lifted her foot up and, using the same magic aura, opened a gap between the insole of her shoe and the bottom of her foot. I looked over at my dear mare, who had a massive smile on her snout.

Went she nodded her head, I knew she was just as bored as me with the current circumstances. She softly giggled as I scratched the light pink skin on the bottom of her foot with my finger. And without missing a beat, she continued filing her nails on her hand, enjoying the itch sensation on her light pink sole.

"Huh?" Cadence exclaimed as she quickly removed her feet from my desk, causing her loosen shoe to fall off her foot completely, falling on the floor with a light thud went she sat back up.

“Justice! Look at the window." Cadence said, drawing my attention to the window on the door.

Through the window in the door appeared a shadow of unicorn pony morph from the build and the single feather décor on her head we figured it was a young mare. Through the door steps a gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare with fern green mane and tail. Her 5ft 9in curvaceous equine figure was attired in a black deco beaded black mesh sequin curve hugging Veronique fringed flapper dress. Why on her toned pearly purple legs were black fishnet stockings held on her legs by two black garters.

And on her eleven and one-third inch, long, flawless and unblemished shaped pearly purple bare feet with cobalt blue toenail polish were black T-strap heeled sandals with short kitten heels. On her head beside her unicorn horn was a black rhinestone feathered headband. This unicorn mare was Speakeasy singer Emerald Luster an up-and-coming singer in the entertainment industry.

"Greeting mare, how may I help you?" I asked the unicorn mare, who seemed a bit nervous as she had a dead mare grip on the silver antique beaded party clutch she held in front of her.

“Are you two private detectives?" the unicorn mare inquired as her sky blue eyes moved from me to my mare partner standing next to me, who seemed a bit shorter than usual.

"We are," I answered as I quickly glanced toward my mare partner and blinked with surprise. I noticed she was standing barefooted on a wooden floor as she used her magic to remove her other shoe to keep her balance.

"My name is Justice Silverlight, and this mare next to me is my partner, Cadence Aperture," I said as Cadence placed her hand on my shoulder. I noticed her standing barefooted, and she subtlety shook her head no before bending down and kissing me on my cheek affectionately.

“My name is Lounge Singer Emerald Luster. I am hoping you can help me find some pony?” Emerald asked politely with an elaborately casual expression as Cadence sensed hidden deceit in this unicorn mare client and whispered a warning into my ear went she kissed me.

“Who is this some pony you want me to find, Miss Luster?” I asked as I reached over and squeezed Cadence's hand very subtle before resting the lower half of my snout on the back of my hands in a Contemplating manner.

"This some pony is my long-lost father; I have not seen him since the end of the war. He was a soldier in Los Ungulas infantry and said he would return to find me." Emerald explains, pretending to be heartbroken as I felt the side of my dear mare soft barefoot rub against my ankle and tell me she lying.

“That will be no problem, Miss Luster. What information can you give us about your long-lost father? That will help us? Plus, do you want us to secure or locate him?" I asked as Emerald thought for a little while before answering my question.

“If you could just locate him, I’ll set up the meeting with him.” Emerald comment as she smiles like a saint, and Cadence rub the side of her barefoot against my ankle again, this time more aggressive, telling me she definitely lying.

"All right, Miss Luster, we will just locate him for you, and you can handle the rest. So now, what information can you give us?" I asked as Emerald's features had a remarkably composed and angelic look as she wrote down the information she knew.

"Oh, that very nice ring you have on, Miss Luster. Where did you buy it from? I have been looking for something like that.” Cadence asked as she gently grabbed hold of Emerald's hand to look at the ring on her finger; she forced a smile.

"I am sorry, Miss Aperture; I don't know it was a gift from a patron at one of my shows in Neigh Horseleans. So I don't know where he brought it from?" Emerald says as she quickly pulls away her hand nervously.

"That fine, I'll probably find something like that sooner or later here in the city," Cadence explains as we watch Emerald leave the office after she left her contact information.

A few minutes later, Cadence sits on my desk with her legs crossed, one knee tossed casually over the other, holding her slenderly gracefully rounded gorgeous shape, light pink barefoot with lush, deep green toenail polish in the air.

"That mare is not looking for her lost father," Cadence comments as she taps her light pink barefoot soundlessly in the open air.

“Could she be looking for her lost lover then, my dear mare?” I asked as Cadence stopped her foot and allowed me to caress her well care for soft light pink barefoot.

"That a big maybe, Justice! But not likely? Went I grabbed her hand to look at her ring. The palm of her hand was slightly rough to the touch. Plus, she says she was in Neigh Horseleans for a show." Cadence commented as she spread out her toes to allow me to look between her slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes with my fingers.

"And from what we know about Neigh Horseleans from our LUPD experience. In that city, there is no distinction between a mare and a stallion if you commit a crime in that city. They will put you in jail or work camp for your sentence." I comment as Cadence stretches her equine neck out and kisses me on my lips attentively as she immensely enjoys me caressing her well care for soft light pink barefoot.

"So, my dear mare? What do you think her game is?" I asked as Cadence floated her removed black T-strap sandals from the floor and set them on the desk next to her. So she could begin putting her shoes back on her slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeous shape pair of light pink bare feet with lush, deep green toenail polish so we can start investigating.

"That I don't know, my dear stallion…Till we go, speak to Mr. Alphabittle Blossomforth, the owner of the crystal tearoom that high-end speakeasy in the Sunspot luxurious hotel in downtown Los Ungulas. He knows more about the dark side of the entertainment industry." Cadence said as she slipped her shoes back on her slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeous shape pair of light pink bare feet with lush, deep green toenail polish and re-buckles them to obscure her feet.

At that same time, at the Sunspot luxurious hotel in one of the larger penthouses on the hotel's top floor. A sizeable slender white with a hint of pink five-fingered hand with stiletto cut nails painted with dark red nail polish leisurely spins a thirty-eight special smith and Wesson snub-nose bicycle revolver on top of the desk in front.

As the camera pans up, the rest of the figure is obscured by the deep shadows of the room. The only other thing visible resting on the desk is a pair of relatively large, long, full, thick and plush white with a hint of pink luxurious bare feet. The figure’s toenails are painted in the same dark red nail polish as the fingers contained in black patent leatherette peep-toed T-strap evenly pumps. Standing in front of the desk was an earth pony stallion; his face was a mask of terror as the finger continued spinning the revolver; each gun turn caused the earth pony stallion's blood pressure to go up.

“Now Jacob Varn, you lost me quite a bit of money went the Neigh Horseleans police department seized my shipment of illegal funds. Those funds were to get my large plush foot in the door in Neigh Horseleans underworld and those rackets.” The mare voice said coldly as the ample hand rest on top of the revolver in front of her, and Jacob's eyes widened in alarm.

"But boss mare, how was I to know that stupid mare singer was going straight to the airport when she finished her last show at Speakeasy," Jacob said as his voice exploded out of him fearful.

Went he heard the heavy creak of a chair from the shadows, large feet disappeared from on top of the desk, and a pair of long white with a hint of pink arms appeared, followed by white with a hint of pink snout with brick-red lipstick.

"Boss mare, Please!" Jacob's voice breaks as she pulls the revolver up points it at him, and pulls the trigger. Jacob's heart pumps spastically went; the hammer struck click but the weapon was not loaded.

“Oh good heaven, I forgot to load my gun." The boss mare said, a bit disappointed that she forgot to put bullets in the chamber. But it didn't matter as Promoter Jacob Varn fainted dead away.

"Now, boys, please take Promoter Jacob Varn to see the sites all the way to Las Pegasus and make sure he’s never lose my money again.” The boss mare said sharply as two earth pony stallions picked up the unconscious promoter and carried him down the back staircase.

"What about that singer mare, sister?" a second mare voice asked as dark cyan-colored eyes appeared from the shadow nearby.

"That singer mare is no threat to our business. As a matter of fact, sister, I call our talent agency to put Miss Emerald Luster on the black list. From what they told me, she was more interested in her career. Then making trouble for us. Besides, we have a party to get to below." The boss mare said as the click-clacking of heels on oak wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor is heard leaving the room.

Meanwhile, at the wayward star, a low-budget hotel in the heart of West Applewood, Miss Emerald Luster sits on her bed in her rented room in her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven and one-third inch slender and elegant stocking-clad bare feet. Her gorgeous pearly purple mare face with fern green mane is etched with sorrow; she just got off the phone with her ex-talent agent, who informed her that she had been blacklisted. Her sky blue eyes are bloodshot from crying; being blacklisted means no one with take her on as a client, and her singing career is over.

"Everything has been taken from me. My love was killed in the war. My singing career is over." Emerald's voice was as cold as death as she brought her thirty-eight detective special up and pulled the trigger just after cleaning pony came out of the bathroom.

(Click-click-click)

"I am sorry, Miss Luster, I can't let a client take her life. Before she pays off her debt to me." Justice said as the clink of bullets echoed in the room as Justice spilled the brass out of his hand on the table from Emerald’s gun.

"Mr. Silverlight! How did you find me?" Emerald asked, shocked went. Justice sat on the other bed in the room in front of Emerald.

“This only hotel in all of Los Ungulas that caters to entertainers, plus a gorgeous unicorn mare like you, is not hard to miss. I just had to ask the front desk clerk if he saw a unicorn mare, and he pointed me right to this room." Justice explains as he floats her gun out of her hand and places it on the table with the bullets.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Silverlight? For a broke singer like me to pay you back?" Emerald said, skeptical as she didn't try to fight back; he grabbed hold of the toes of her stocking-clad foot.

“You will work for my partner and me as a spy (jaw drops). To sweeten the deal for you, Miss Luster, I can get you a new talent agent to get you better and high-paying gigs. This agent doesn't care if you are blacklisted." Justice comments as the look of delight appeared on Emerald's face.

“You got my attention, Mr. Silverlight. Who is this agent?" Emerald asked as she jerked her foot back went. Justice's thumb went over the ball of her foot and hit her arch.

“This agent is Miss Aretha Melody from Liberty Records here in Los Ungulas. Do we have a deal, Emerald?" Justice asked as Emerald's sky blue eyes glinted with pleasure as she yanked her foot out of his hand. Before tackling him on the bed to hug and kiss him because this is the first time, a stallion believes in her.

A few months later, Emerald sits in the office talking to Justice and Cadence. Justice made good on his deal with her to help her meet with his friend Miss Melody; at that first meeting, Miss Melody asked Emerald to sing for her. Miss Melody was taken back by how beautiful Miss Emerald Luster's singing voice was and quickly cut a record with her.

“By the way, did you ever locate that slimy Promoter Jacob Varn for me?” Emerald asked as she crossed her long unicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other as Justice and Cadence's mouths quirked in annoyance.

“Not at all, Emerald, that promoter Jacob Varn disappeared off the face of Equestria! The last report of some pony, seeing that Jacob Varn went, returned from Neigh Horseleans.” Justice said indignantly as Emerald reached down and unbuckled her royal black vintage T-strap leather sandal. Revealing her magnificent flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven and one-third inch long slender and elegant barefoot with cobalt blue nail polish.

"(cadence softly chuckles) It's amazing what the sight of a barefoot mare does to calm Justice down when he’s hot from losing his suspect," Cadence comments as she walks over to Justice to hug him and cheer him up.

"But anyway, Emerald, why did you want us to find Jacob Varn for you?" Cadence asked as Emerald set her royal black vintage T-strap leather sandal down on the sofa next to her leaving her foot exposed.

"That slimy promoter got me thrown in jail in Neigh Horseleans for transporting laundered funds. For the six months sentence I was given for transporting illegal funds, I was humiliated, forced to wear an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit and left barefooted. Don’t get me going about the unwanted attention from the other prisoners. Went I was released from jail, I was more than happy to leave Neigh Horseleans on the first plane back to Los Ungulas." Emerald said irately as she snorted angrily at the thought of being in jail dressed like that.

"Is that why you wore stockings when you arrived at the office, Emerald?" Justice said as Emerald's breath caught in her throat.

"I can believe you figured that out went I first arrived, Justice," Emerald commented as Justice smiled at her.

"Yes, after six months of being barefooted, my feet were so rough that I had to carefully put my stocking on," Emerald explains as three ponies continue to talk about the events of Emerald coming to see a detective.

Chapter 3 (the family)

It was the evening of that same day that Cadence and I accepted Miss Emerald Luster's case to find her lost father or the pony she was looking for. But that case had to wait till the following morning as we had other obligations to tend to be part of Los Ungulas high society set. We were scheduled to attend a highbrow party at Sunspots hotel for Dilettante Celestia Borealis and her younger sister Luna Borealis; both Alicorns were well known in the High Society circle as party mares.

As for us, we were known for our humanitarian work that most other high society members didn't care one bit about; that was OK with us as we have seen the future and the next level for a well-off pony like us. As I drove the 1920 Rolls Royce silver ghost torpedo to Sunspots hotel for the party sitting in the passenger seat. Was Dilettante Cadence Aperture attired in a great Gatsby ivory-colored party dress, white lace lady gloves and black Lucille dress pumps with flapper heels. As for me, I was attired in a black three-piece pinstriped suit and black ballroom shoes.

As I reached over to the passenger seat to touch Dilettante Cadence Aperture with my hand, a very light cornflower blue magic hand appeared out of thin air and slapped away my hand. This went on for several minutes each time I reached over to touch my mare.

"I know you too well, my dear mare; you can't stay mad forever. It is not in your nature to hold a grudge. You thrive on love and compassion that is your nature.”I said as Cadence looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary as her anger subsided and she returned to her loving mare self.

"You are right, Justice; that is my nature love and compassion. But why do we have to go to that party for my adoptive aunt Celestia Borealis? She will try to fix me up with that less than desirable arrogant Edward Blueblood!” Cadence said coldly as a dark blue feather appeared out of thin air and started to tickle every inch of Cadence's exposed light pink skin on her foot that the shoes she was wearing allowed.

“Please! Ahahahahahah! Please!! Ahahahahah! Stop it!” Cadence pleaded as the tickling of her feet exposed and light pink skin started to calm her anger.

"(Kissing Cadence on the cheek); you keep forgetting that my mother took over your guardianship from your adoptive aunt Celestia Borealis after the original copy of your late mother's will. Was discovered in the bank safety deposit and her lawyer confirmed it," I explained as Cadence stretched her equine neck out and kissed me affectionately on my cheek.

"Thank you, Justice; that is the only reason we can stay together like this. It seems my mother knew that my adoptive aunt was only looking at the vast fortune I inherited from her.” Cadence comments as she once again kisses Justice on his cheek again.

"Besides, if you do me a favor, Justice? I will pretend to enjoy the party.” Cadence suggested as her tone of voice got my attention, and a dubious expression formed on her equine face.

"That favors my beloved mare?" I asked as Cadence ran her tongue slowly over her glossy navy blue lipstick to make it stand out more on her lips.

"After we finished our social obligation, we returned to our apartment. Before I take off my party dress. I will lie on our sofa, and you will take my shoes off my feet. Using your most fluffy feathers, you will tickle my feet for a while before we turn in for the night." Cadence explained went, her light purple eyes shined with pleasure went. I kiss her on her cheek, accepting the favor.

With that, we drove up to Sunspot's luxurious hotel designed in the latest art deco style with more streamlined geometric forms and a great deal of metallic color paint on the walls. As the earth pony morph valet helps Cadence out of the car. I handed my key to the other earth pony morph valet on the other side to park the car.

I watch Cadence reach into her purse and give the valet a nice tip before I join her on the sidewalk in front of the leaded glass mahogany wood entry into the hotel. We chat as we walk into the hotel's main lobby with interlocked arms. The hotel's main entrance had a highly polished wood façade pained with metallic, bright-colored paint.

Suddenly Cadence digs her light blue painted fingernails into my forearm, her face etched in desperation as a magical hand strokes her prefect-shaped bust inappropriately. My cobalt blue eyes blinked with surprise went. I notice the drunken Edward Blueblood standing inside the hotel bar with a drink in his hand. My cobalt blue eyes narrowed with contempt toward him; my beloved Cadence didn’t deserve to be disrespected like that, and I quickly took her far away from Edward Blueblood's reach.

In a different part of Sunspots hotel lobby, Cadence's body trembled as I held her tight in my arms. Trying my best to calm my light pink Alicorn mare anxiety from being inappropriately touched by that magical hand from Edward Blueblood. I felt my face flush with indignation as my anger rose, which my mare quickly picked up on.

"Justice, please! Don't fall into that trap my adoptive aunt has set for you. She looking for any reason to get back my guardianship from your mother." Cadence said, fearful as tears streaked her light pink cheeks.

"Besides, I am forever grateful to your mother for taking the daughter of a very old friend into her family. If she didn't, I would have never met you." Cadence said, thankful and grateful as my lovely light pink Alicorn mare returned to her loving self as she kissed me affectionately on the lips.

Watching Cadence and Justice was a heavenly looking dark blue Alicorn mare with classic sophisticated curled glossy black mane and tail.

Her elegant 6ft 5in equine figure was attired in a black beaded fringe sleeved Nadine flapper dress. On a pair of twelve-inch long dark blue wonderfully shaped bare feet with classic red toenail polish roughly the same size as her older sister’s feet but a tad bit smaller was a pair of black patent leatherette peep-toed T-strap evenly pumps.

A pair of large dark blue feathered bird wings were folded on her back. This Alicorn mare was Dilettante Luna Borealis younger sister of Dilettante Celestia Borealis the hostess of this party at Sunspots hotel in Los Ungulas.

‘Huh? So that is my sister’s game?’ Luna thought as she quickly jotted something down in a small notebook she hid in her sizable bosom. Before she takes the stairs to the fourth-floor ballroom for the beginning of her older sister's party.

A few moments later, Cadence and I sit in the partially empty high-end speakeasy at a small table. My light pink Alicorn mare is still much shaken up from what a lawful mare would consider a sexual assault. Went Dilettante Edward Blueblood fondled her breasts with his magical hand without her permission.

As my sweet mare consumes her fourth or fifth hard apple cider shot, trying her best to forget Dilettante Edward Blueblood touching her perfect-sized breasts with his magical hand. I spoke to speakeasy owner Alphabittle Blossomforth about the darker side of the entertainment industry. When he was younger, he was a high-priced talent agent before his agency was taken over by an unlawful talent agent rumor to be a member of the Day breaker syndicate.

A powerful Mafia family runs by a mighty mare named Day breaker with many bits in the bank and very secretive about her identity. Alphabittle went on to say that they are not even sure if the head of the Day breaker syndicate is even a mare or what every kind of pony species it is. As for Promoter Jacob Varn, he is a low-level mook within the Day breaker syndicate. The only reason he is even part of the Day breaker syndicate is that he had a minor connection to Neigh Horseleans underworld, and Day breaker was trying to put her foot in the door in that underworld.

"How do you feel, my dear mare?" I asked thoughtfully as I gently caressed her flowing curl mane with my hand.

"Said what!" I exclaimed; went sudden loud sound drew my attention over my shoulder, and I unknowingly moved my hand, resting it on her perfect-sized breasts.

"Huh!" I said. I turned my head back toward Cadence, who had a huge blush on her snout and was blinking her eyes that slowly started to crack into the biggest smile I have ever seen on my mare snout and broke into laughter.

"I am fine, my dear stallion? But I'll be better if you would move your hand from my perfect-sized breasts." Cadence said serenely as I quickly moved my hand from her squish bust, and she kissed me on my lips.

"So what did Alphabittle tell you about Promoter Jacob Varn?" Cadence asked as she gestured away the hard apple cider shot and accepted a small pot of tea to drink.

“Nothing good, my dear mare," Justice said as his voice breaks, is quickly pick-up on by Cadence, who elegantly sips her tea from a small cup.

"They're a great possibility that the Day Breaker syndicate is involved," I exclaimed as Cadence spat her tea out of her mouth with the news.

"The Day Breaker!" Cadence's voice is tight, fearful as the sheer mention of the Day Breaker syndicate sends a chill down the backs of all, the patrons of the speakeasy and Alphabittle Blossomforth.

Meanwhile, two thousand five hundred twenty-four miles south-east of Los Ungulas in the City of Tampa Neigh a car bomb rocks a small nightclub in that city. The vehicle belongs to three well know singers in the town, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk; all three mares run several late-night hot spots in the city.

And suspected of being the head of the Siren Syndicate, a well-known Mafia family in the city. This latest killing of the leaders of Siren Syndicate is only the topper of a series of gangland-style murders targeting high-level members of Siren Syndicate, weakening the organization and the whole takeover of all the syndicate’s rackets in the city of Tampa Neigh.

The only clue that law enforcement has to identify the possible suspect is a dark mare morph that has been buying up the fronts from Siren Syndicate rackets after the one that runs the racket is found dead. These attacks on the Siren Syndicate have put the heads of the four other syndicates on high alert for a possible full-scale gang war to control the whole underworld in Equestria.

In Neigh Horseleans, the base city for the Changeling Syndicate, boss mare Queen Chrysalis Convert has already dispatched her underling. Into the town to keep an eye on the going on in city as her own syndicate is about the same size as the Siren Syndicate and closer to Tampa Neigh than any other Syndicate bases.

(Back in Sunspots hotel in Los Ungulas at the speakeasy)

"That means we must tread carefully if the Day Breaker Syndicate is involved," I said, struggling to control the quavering in my voice that my mare once again pick-up on.

"Justice, let's go back to our apartment. I am not in the mood to party now! I have something else in mind for you.” Cadence said, suggesting as she kissed me on my cheek, and she slowly brought her long Alicorn legs out from under the table, making it a point that I see her gorgeous pedicure on her light pink feet.

As Justice and Cadence walk back through the Sunspots hotel lobby on their way back to the main entrance, they pass a white-bodied pegasi mare in a striped gray classic linen dress with a collar and an apron. Her midsize feathered bird wings were folded on her back, and she was pushing a cleaning cart with all cleaning supplies.

On her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand bare feet were black lace-up oxford sneakers. She pauses in front of the elevator to wait for the car to come down from the hotel's upper floors. As she waits, she moves aside a piece of fabric from the cleaning cart and retrieves a Kodiak junior camera from a small box on one of the shelves on the cart.

She quickly snaps a picture of Justice Silverlight and Cadence Aperture as their leave the hotel to head home. A massive angelic smile forms on the white-bodied pegasi mare snout as she hides the camera; the elevator doors open on the lobby floor, and she gets on the elevator to head to the next floor.

Chapter 4 (The reporter)

A few months earlier, a political rally in the city of Chicoltgo for a politician with a secret connection to King Sombra Gloaming, the head of the Umbrum syndicate that is seven hundred ninety-three miles away in Manehattan. Watching the end of the political rally was a filthy white-bodied earth pony mare vagrant; as the politician walked off the stage into the backstage area, the vagrant pip-pops in her bare feet into the backstage.

And as predicted, the politician takes a bribe from a known associate of the Umbrum syndicate that the earth pony mare vagrant snapped a picture of. Three hours and fifty-five minutes later, the incriminating photo is published in the early morning edition of Los Ungulas chronicle in Califoalnia reported by Anita Stormchaser, the top reporter from Los Ungulas chronicle. This incriminating photo quickly prompts an investigation by the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation and Department of Justice into the politician's connection to the Umbrum syndicate.

As Cadence and I finish our breakfast at our favorite diner, we sit at the table open to the story with the incriminating photo and investigation into the politician was the Los Ungulas chronicle newspaper.

This morning my mare was attired in a navy blue v-neck half-sleeve blouse, beige baggy pants and white lace-up oxford sneakers on her slenderly gracefully rounded gorgeous shaped pair of light pink bare feet with sky blue toenail polish.

I was attired in an olive green T-shirt, black colored blue jeans and white sneakers upon my socked dark blue feet. We had concluded the Emerald Luster case a few weeks prior, so Cadence and I planned a free day before returning to the office to wait for our next case to come through the door.

"That story speaks volumes, my dear mare," I commented, resting my hand on top of the newspaper on the table in front of us.

"Indeed, my dear stallion," Cadence said mischievously with a shameless grin on her snout as I felt something under the table rub against my lower leg to my knee before returning to my ankle.

"Yes, my dear stallion. That tells us that something is going on with all those syndicates." Cadence said, knowing in a sultry manner as I felt the rub again against my lower leg to my knee before returning to my ankle. But I was too slow to react and prompt my mare to try it again more boldly.

"So, my dear stallion, what do you think is going on?" Cadence asked as I was ready this time.

When I felt the stroke against my knee, I seized my mare slender ankle from under the table. I felt her trying to get her ankle free several times by pulling it back toward her, but my grip held.

Slowly stress lines formed on her brow beneath her spiral horn as I gently straightened her long Alicorn leg, resting her heel on a cushion of the bench next to me.

I whistled nonchalantly as Cadence's light purple eyes peered about wild-eyed. After creating a magical clamp that held my mare ankle still. I methodically started to slowly untie the sneaker of her trapped foot, causing her stomach to flutter with anticipation of her foot being exposed.

Cadence's face becomes a mask of terror knowing she is wearing no socks this morning and at this time of the morning, her feet are ten times more sensitive to the lightest touch on the sole of her foot. Her perfect light pink arms blossom with goosebumps as she feels the sneaker slide off her foot and the initial cool breeze hitting her barefoot. Soon nauseating spurts of adrenaline coursed through Cadence's veins as I bent toward her naked foot.

She started to panic as I used my fingers to separate her five slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes, revealing the soft skin in between that gave off the slight hint of diluted lavender oil that she rubbed on her feet. She squeals at me went I release her vulnerable, naked foot from the magical clamp that held it. But she soon returned to her friendly self when Cadence and I left the diner after paying the check for our breakfast to begin our free day.

Meanwhile, in a different part of downtown Los Ungulas, parking her 1924 Chrysler model B-70 in front of the Los Ungulas Chronicle building, was a gorgeous looking white pegasi mare with Spanish blue mane and tail. Her physically fit 5ft 7in equine figure was attired in a silica blue tiered fluttered sleeve A-line dress.

On her, ten inches long, flawless and unblemished white-shaped bare feet with clear toenail polish were wine red dress pumps with one-inch heels. On her hands were berry red silk lined leather gloves, and a baby pink women's fedora was on top of her head, between her ears. Plus folded on her back were her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings. This white Pegasi mare was Reporter Anita Stormchaser the top reporter mare from Los Ungulas chronicle in downtown Los Ungulas.

The squeals of tires draw Anita Stormchaser's attention to the street as a 1927 ford model A speeds down the road toward her, and her sky blue eyes widen in alarm went the barrel of Tommy gun appears from the rear driver's side of the vehicle. She runs as fast as she can as the bullets strike the wall a few seconds behind her. She dives through the glass doors of the building; nauseating spurts of adrenaline flood her Pegasus body as glass shatters around her from the bullets striking them. She feels strangely disembodied as the Tommy gun fire ceases and the police siren echo in the city heading toward the Los Ungulas Chronicle building.

At that same time, in Downtown Los Ungulas at a day spa, Day Breaker, the boss mare of the Day Breaker syndicate, is carried to the edge of indignation with the action of Umbrum Syndicate in her city.

"Damn you, Sombra! I don't care if that is how you do it in your city! Los Ungulas is my city! Now the heat is on my syndicate!” Day Breaker said hotly as she slams the phone receiver down on the body of the phone, unleashing a short high-pitched squeal of displeasure.

As the scene widens out again, the upper half of Day Breaker's body is once again obscure, but this time by a folding privacy screen.

Sticking out from the end of the folding privacy screen was a perfect pair of twenty-four inches long white with a hint of pink long legs. On the end of those long legs were reasonably large, long, full, thick and plush white with a touch of pink luxurious bare feet with sexy deep sets and high arches, shapely and delicately rounded not too long toes that are a perfect length for this mare's unassuming size feet.

"Luna!" Day breaker calls as Luna approaches the folding privacy screen.

“Yes, sister.” Luna answers

“Take a couple of our stallions with you and properly greet those stallions from Manehattan! Show them Los Ungulas hospitality, which should take the heat off from our syndicate.” Day breaker said vengefully as she taped two of her painted fingers on her hand in front of her.

"Yes, sister," Luna answers as she leaves the day spa grabbing three stallions from Day Breaker's entourage to properly greet the stallions from Manehattan and Umbrum Syndicate.

Cadence and I drove back to our apartment after playing several rounds of golf at a local country club, where she lost three matches, which means she lost our bet. We had to pull to the side, allowing five LUPD police cars to speed past on their way to the warehouse area of Los Ungulas with lights and sirens going.

"I wonder what going on, Justice?" Cadence commented hopefully, as I knew she was trying to get out of our bet.

"Oh no, my dear mare? (Kissing her on the cheek) you are not going to get out of our bet that easily." I said as Cadence chewed on her's lip nervously before accepting her fate.

"Oh, all right, my dear stallion, went we get home, I'll put a pair of stockings on my feet. With them on, you can put my ankles in that contraption you show me that holds my feet still. You promise to be nice this time and take my stockings off after a while." Cadence said, annoyed as I kissed her on her cheek again.

"I'll keep my promise, my dear mare. Besides, it will be an interesting experiment to see how ticklish you are went, your feet are bare after wearing your stockings for a while." I said, excited as I kissed Cadence on her cheek before continuing to our apartment.

Meanwhile, at the shooting crime scene, the Los Ungulas Chronicle building in downtown Los Ungulas was an excellent-looking light amber-coloured stallion with wavy-cut aqua green mane and tail. His 5ft 10in athletic equine figure was attired in navy blue LUPD police officer uniform.

On his socked light amber bare feet were black tactical boots. This earth pony stallion was Police Officer third class Hitch Trailblazer, one rank below a police detective in the LUPD in the elite Metropolitan Division in Downtown Los Ungulas. He was the first police officer to arrive at the Los Ungulas Chronicle building shooting scene. He quickly secured the crime scene with crime tape and rounded up all the shooting witnesses to get a statement from them; as predicted, most witnesses didn't see anything or had different descriptions of the shooter.

Also at the crime scene gathering evidence was a beautiful apricot-colored earth pony mare with magenta and purple with rainbow streaks inward bob with curls mane and tail.

Her curvy 5ft 10in equine figure was attired in a dark blue and off-white party dress with hemlines just above her knees and a white lab coat. On top of her head, between her ears, was a gray cloche round hat.

On her apricot-coloured stocking-clad, bare feet were black matte broque ankle booties with five-inch heels. This apricot-colored earth pony mare was Professor Sunny Starscout, a research scientist in the newly emerging discipline of Criminal sciences and forensics. She is one of a hand full of government-funded Research scientists using science to solve crime in law enforcement. All the Research scientists are from the science division of the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Justice under the direction of J. Edgar Hoofer.

“Any useful clues, Miss Starscout?” Hitch inquiry as Miss Starscout stood back up and looked toward him.

“All I can say for sure, Officer Trailblazer, is that a Tommy gun was used in this attack. Till more research is done. I can't say anymore." Sunny said indifferently as she walked over to the 1920 ford model T truck where her team had gathered after completing the gathering of evidence from the crime scene.

A moment later, the sound of a 1924 brough superior SS80 motorcycle comes driving down the street, riding the vehicle was a beautiful white pegasi mare with hot pink with aqua and pink streaks mane and tail. Her physically fit 5ft 3in equine figure was attired in navy blue extra heavy cotton military shirt and khaki color horse riding pants.

On her white-shaped bare feet were black riding boots. Wore over her turquoise blue eyes were copper motorcycle goggles, and on top of her head between her ears was a dark blue motorcycle biker peaked cap with a LUPD pin on the front. Plus folded on her back were her standard-sized mult-colored-feathered bird wings.

This Pegasi mare was Police officer third level Zephyrina Prisma Storm, a police motorcycle officer from LUPD in the elite Metropolitan Division in Downtown Los Ungulas and friend of Police Officer third class Hitch Trailblazer.

"Hitch, did you not hear the radio dispatch from the station!?" Zipp calls as she lifts her copper motorcycle goggles off her eyes.

"No, Zipp," Hitch replied

"All officers report immediately to the warehouse district their report of gunfire in one of the buildings. They want as many officers in the warehouse district for backup. Miss Starscout will remain at this scene until the warehouse scene is secure. Let's get moving, Hitch." Zipp explains as she puts her goggles back on.

"All right, Zipp, Let's get going!" Hitch exclaimed as he jumped back into his patrol car, following Moto officer Zipp to the warehouse district.

The warehouse district of Los Ungulas is a massive, sprawling complex situated along the Luna ocean's waterfront, with many storage buildings for storing both legal and illegal goods. The Warehouse district is the most heavily patrolled by LUPD during the daylight hours too early evening. During the evening, only the bravest or foolish of the LUPD patrol the warehouse district and the criminal element knows this and try to start their illegal business during the evening hours if possible.

But on this day, the report of gunfire in the warehouse district has brought the full complement of LUPD personnel to the second largest warehouse building in the sprawling complex to investigate. As Hitch and Zipp arrive at the scene, the Pegasus personnel of LUPD has already taken to sky well out of range of many small windows outside the warehouse building armed with Tommy guns.

At the same time, the unicorn personnel of LUPD set up in a defensive pattern behind their patrol cars to cover the earth pony entrance team, armed with pump-action shotguns, small arms and four Tommy guns. The moment the new chief of police of LUPD, an older unicorn mare, arrived, she signalled the entrance team to enter the building.

Their several tense hours as flash-bang grenades echo in the cavernous building as the entrance team clears the whole building foot by foot. As the three hours time limit come up, a member of the entrance team emerges from the building, signalling that it is all clear. As the Chief of Police begins releasing several LUPD units back onto regular patrol. She enters the warehouse to find four earth ponies stallions well dressed, full of holes, dead in a gangland-style murder.

As the LUPD Chief of Police exits the warehouse, she meets up with Professor Sunny Starscout and her newly established LUPD Crime Scene Investigation unit. Being a forward-thinking mare LUPD Chief of Police Jamila Nebula saw the potential of Criminal sciences and forensics by the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation research division. She approached director J. Edgar Hoofer about putting the team into practice.

After some fiery back and forth between Los Ungulas city council with the chief of police not seeing the potential like Chief of Police Nebula. Jamila approaches Tycoon Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight with the idea that she had. All Los Ungulas City Council members laugh at Jamila, telling her there is no way she could talk to the first mare tycoon in Equestria.

But soon had to eat their words went. Tycoon Silverlight invests her bits into the idea and helps build the facility for the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation research division. Since establishing the facility for the Research team, the CSI unit has assisted in several cases of LUPD. Soon other police forces started looking at the Criminal sciences and forensics team.

Watching the exchange between Chief of Police Nebula and Professor Sunny Starscout from the shadows of a nearby warehouse was a sleek figure with feline-shaped fox brown-colored eyes. Without a sound, the figure slips away, leaving a narrow ten-inch-long footprint in the mud. The most distinguishing feature of the impression was the four toes in front of the foot and a rusty red long bushy tail with a white tip from a slight glimpse of the tail went it ran off from the side of the warehouse.

Chapter 5 (cat burglar p1)

It has been one year since Miss Rarity Radiance, a well-respected unicorn Fashion Designer from Equestria based in Los Ungulas, left Coltifornia to study the posh fashion designs of cosmopolitan Pearis in Prance. Now with all her studies done, Miss Rarity Radiance waits in the Prance International airport for a flight from Pearis to Manehattan, then to Bitburgh onto Salt Lick City onto her home of Los Ungulas.

Sitting in one private lounge waiting for the boarding to begin was attractive looking light gray unicorn mare with a well-styled moderate indigo blue corkscrew curled mane and tail. Her 5ft 7in slender and elegant equine figure was attired in a black lace Marmande flapper dress; the street-length skirt hit her just above her knees. A black wide-brim convertible posh wool hat was sitting on her head between her ears with her spiral horn stuck through it. On her excellent pedicure, nine and one-sixth length feet sported a size six and half shiny black T-bar style sandals with nine-inch heels.

Dangling from her shoulder was a brown leather cross-body shoulder bag with all her personal possessions. This light gray unicorn mare was Miss Rarity Radiance, the respected fashion designer from Los Ungulas in Coltifornia.

As Rarity finishes her third hard apple cider shot from the bar she was sitting at. She is unaware of the stallion hoodlum making his way toward her to pick her pocket for something valuable she is carrying with her.

‘Huh?’ Rarity thought as something set off her mare’s sense.

“Enleve ta main de ma personne! (Remove your hand from my person!)." Rarity said in her pretty good French accent as the stallion hoodlum had his hand on the opening of Rarity’s purse.

“Non! (no!)” the stallion hoodlum replied as he continued trying to open Rarity’s purse.

“Dernier voleur d’avertissement! (Last Warning, thief!)." Rarity said boldly as she subtly repositions her body so she can get to her feet faster.

"Enleve ta main de ma personne! (Remove your hands from my person!)." Rarity said, more forceful went he didn't; she elbowed him back and quickly got to her feet from her stool.

The stallion hoodlum grunted in pain with the unexpected elbow jabs into his ribs by the unicorn mare sitting on the stool in front of him. Pushing him back enough for Rarity to get to her feet quickly before launching into a fury of jabs and punches that catches the stallion hoodlum totally by surprise.

As he gets pummeled by Rarity's unexpected resistance toward him,she knocks him to the ground with a few well-placed strong punches to his body and a heel into the toes. The earth pony stallion hoodlum face is flushed with indignation about being beaten by a unicorn mare.

And quickly draws his switchblade from his pocket. He begins jabbing his switchblade toward Rarity, which quickly backs her up with each jab toward her from the bladed weapon. Went he does one quick thrust toward Rarity, she brings her purse up in front of her, and he stabs it.

She wrenches the switchblade out of his hand. Off balance, she delivers the final blow, a swift kick to the family jewels laying him flat as Force de police Internationale (international police force) arrives to arrest the stallion hoodlum. Before boarding the plane to head home, she tells the force de police Internationale officer a statement, followed by straightening her hat on her head. When she stops temporarily and looks into her purse, she checks a small pouch inside her bag and sighs in relief that it was not damaged.

(It is twelve hours later)

After an exhausting long flight with four stops to refuel the double prop aircraft, the plane finally arrives at Los Ungulas International airport in Coltifornia. As Miss Rarity Radiance disembarks the airplane, she quickly notices fewer airport police officers in this terminal than usual.

From what she overheard, one stewardess told another passenger on the flight some big-name celebrity from Manehattan would be arriving at the same time as this flight at the airport. So many airport police officers would be in that terminal to keep the crowd at bay as the big name celebrity disembarked the aircraft, and he shouldn't worry; then had never been a robbery since she was flown into this airport.

Rarity unleashes an exhausted whinny from the long flight as she walks through the terminal to baggage claim, unaware of the two earth pony colts coming up behind her. The first earth pony colt accidentally bumps Rarity, temporarily losing her balance as she tries to regain her balance. The straps of her purse slide off her shoulder down her arm to her wrist; the second colt grabs hold of the bag, removes it the rest of the way from Rarity, and runs off with it.

“Thief! Thief! Thief! They took my purse!" Rarity screams; her voice explodes as the blood drains from her face, and she watches the two colts run off with her purse.

At that same time, coming into the airport from the opposite end of the terminal was Justice Silverlight. He was called long distance from Pearis from Prance by Miss Rarity Radiance, asking him if he could pick her up at the airport as she took a city cab.

'It has been about a year since I last talked to Rarity since she went to Prance to study the latest fashion design in that cosmopolitan city called Pearis.’ I noticed the two colts heading toward me, carrying a purse with them.

"Robert! And John! That is clearly not a fashion accessory that two school-aged colts would have!" I said sharply as the two colts skid to a stop in front of me.

"You two promise Miss Aperture that you wouldn't steal purses anymore!"I said hotly

“I will not tell Miss Aperture if you give me that purse you took and tell me why you did it?" I asked calmly as Robert handed me the purse.

“Some pony left a job card on the back of the bulletin board of the soup kitchen offer to pay ten bits if you steal a certain unicorn mare's purse. The poster gave an excellent description of the unicorn mare with a purse to steal. After stealing the purse, you were to leave the stolen purse in the dumpster behind the soup kitchen and come back an hour later to find a small bag of bits in its place.” The two colts explain as Justice notices the out-of-breath Rarity trying to catch up to the two colts that took her purse.

"All right, you two here ten bits for both of you. Now don't take any shadier jobs like that again. Now get out of here." I said as I paid ten bits each to the colts for the stolen purse, and they ran off.

"Justice! Why did you let those colts go? They took my purse!" Rarity said sharply but was out of breath as she stopped before me to catch her breath.

"Oh, those two, they good colts. But have a pension for thrill-seeking, and anyway, I think this what you wanted, Rarity." I said, showing Rarity that I got back her stolen purse for her.

"Oh, thank you darling, I can’t lose this purse. They have something essential inside it. That critical to my new fashion designs for this season." Rarity said, grateful as she kissed me on my cheek before putting her purse back on her shoulder and retrieving a small pouch inside her bag.

"Oh, wonderful, the gems are still in here. Now I can start my sample dress designs." Rarity said, relieved as I blinked with surprise went I saw the many small colorful gemstones inside the pouch.

"Well, no wonder someone would want to steal your purse, Rarity. You are carrying a small fortune in cut gems." I said, shocked as Rarity chuckled into the back of her hand and brought out one of the gems.

“I don’t know why anyone would want to steal costume jewelry, Justice?” Rarity commented as she smashed the gem between her finger and thumb breaks it in front of me.

With that, the two old friends make their way to the baggage claim area to get Rarity's luggage, and Justice can take her home to the Sunspots luxurious hotel, where she lives as a hotel resident. The drive to the hotel was a pleasant trip as the two old friends spoke back and forth. During the journey, Rarity asked me the whereabouts of my Alicorn Miss Cadence Aperture. I told her Cadence had some of her family business to take care of for about a week, and I will not see her till sometime next week or more.

We rode the elevator up to the tenth floor of the Sunspots hotel, one floor below the penthouse level of the hotel, where Dilettante Celestia Borealis lived with her sister Dilettante Luna Borealis. I followed Miss Rarity Radiance down the hallway to one of the larger apartments on that floor, her residence and workshop. As Rarity took her luggage to her bedroom so she could unpack it later. I walk around Rarity's apartment looking at dressmaker manikins in various stages of the dress-making process waiting for Rarity to return to the living room/workshop.

"Hey Justice, what are you thinking about?" Rarity asked as she got a small tray out of the lower cabinet.

"Huh? Sorry, Rarity didn't mean to zone out like that." I said apologetically as Rarity placed two napkins on the tray, followed by two teacups.

"That's okay, Justice; you are intently thinking about something. May I ask what? "Rarity asked as the teapot whistled on the stove.

"I am still trying to understand why anyone would try to steal a pouch full of costume jewelry or pay someone to take them?" I commented as Rarity carried the tray with a teapot and teacups back into the living room/workshop.

"Come to think about it, Justice, something similar happens to me at Prance International Airport." Rarity commented as I joined her at the coffee table and gaped in stunned silence went I sat down on the sofa.

“Why I was waiting for my flight to board a stallion tried to pick the pocket of my purse. But I caught him and turned him over to Police Nationale at the airport." Rarity explained as she took a tea drink and noticed me zone out again.

Rarity had a good-natured smirk on her snout when she noticed I zoned out again and decided to have some fun with it. She set her cup down on the tray and walked over to the sofa I was sitting at. She carefully sat down on the couch beside me and brought her foot up near my snout.

Once in place, she started to wiggle her foot, causing the lavender-scented infused moisturizer that she rubs on her foot to waft into my nostrils. The floral and sweet herbal scent with the balsamic undertones filled my nostrils, with each wiggle of her foot slowly breaking my train of thought.

“Huh!?” Rarity exclaimed as I seized her elegant ankle with my hand and brought it away from my snout.

Rarity chuckled softly as I held her elegant ankle in my grip, and she didn't try to escape from my grasp as I placed her foot on my lap. She gestured with her head to go ahead, so using my free hand, I started to unbuckle the small silver buckle on her shoe.

Once undone, I slipped her shoe off her foot and set it on the coffee table in front of me. Sitting on my lap was superb-looking pedicure light gray (more toward the white spectrum), ten and one-third inch slender, elegant mare tapered naked foot. The arch of her exposed foot had a graceful curve that led into a smoothly oval ball of her foot, and another end of her arc led into a smooth round heel.

Continue up to the symmetrically shaped toe stems topped with five shapely toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed, shaped, and painted with mauve nail polish. Why her big toe was the longest on her foot, and the rest of her toes taper off. The sole of Rarity's foot felt incredibly soft and pillowy to the touch, with no hint of roughness or callousness.

She takes excellent care of her feet, keeping them completely clean and blemish-free. Rarity once again chuckled softly and brought her other foot onto my lap. I released her elegant ankle from my grip, and she left it in place as I went to work unbuckling her other shoe and removing it from her foot, leaving her barefooted.

"Well darling, you have rendered little old me barefooted, Justice." Rarity said, relieved as she sat back on the sofa and floated her teacup into her hand.

“If you don’t mind, darling? I have been wearing those heels all day. So your friend's slender and elegant mare tapered naked feet are quite sore. If you don't mind, Justice, could you give your friend Rarity a nice foot massage? As we visit and talk, making up for the year I was gone." Rarity asked, friendly and polite as I went to work rubbing the soreness out of her incredibly soft and pillowy elegant mare tapered naked feet sitting on my lap as we talked.

It was the evening of that same day after Justice left and finished giving his friend Rarity lovely foot massages that she immensely enjoyed. He quite wanted as well as he loved the feel of her incredibly soft and pillowy texture of her well care for mares naked feet.

A little bit before midnight, the door from Rarity's boudoir opens; from the door exits, Miss Rarity Radiance is attired in lace-trimmed two-piece pajamas with a dressing robe. On her light gray (more toward the white spectrum) ten and one-third inch slender and elegant mare tapered naked feet, she wore a pair of soft quilted satin heeled boudoir slippers.

As she makes her way to her kitchen to get a drink of water, she shivers a bit went she passes in front of the balcony door into her apartment. Wondering why she felt a cold chill from the balcony door she had just passed, not knowing that the door was open from outside, she continued into her kitchen for a glass of water.

Standing perfectly still in the center of the living room/workshop was a sleekly built female figure clad from head to ankle in a black costume, a medium-length long tail stuck out the back of the pants. The only other thing visible on the female figure was two ten-inch long cream-colored four-toed pawed feet with sharp, nasty retractable claws. As Rarity finishes drinking her water, she makes her way back to her bedroom, passing again in front of her open balcony door. But this time, she stops and flips on her living room/workshop lights to find out why she got a chill.

"Thief!" Rarity's voice explodes as she and the thief simultaneously noticed the pouch of gems on top of Rarity’s work table in her apartment.

"Oh no, you ruffian! Those gems are not for you!" Rarity said irately as both the thief and Rarity made a beeline toward the work bench; along the way, Rarity lost her heeled boudoir slippers.

As Rarity reaches out to grab the pouch of gems off the workbench being the faster of the two, the thief takes a swipe at her face with the sharp, nasty retractable claws from her five-fingered hand. Her claws catch on the fabric of the bag, tearing it open and spilling the gems out onto the table, breaking a few costume gems when they hit the table.

The feline-shaped glowing gold eyes blink with surprise seeing the gems breaking went they hit the wooden work table. With that, the thieve pull-off a very athletic acrobatic movement, plant her four-toed pawed feet onto Rarity's back and push off. This drives Rarity's body into the carpet floor of her apartment, allowing the thief to make a break to the open balcony door. By the time Rarity gets to her feet, the thief is out the balcony door running at full speed across a wire stretched out a gap from the building on the other side to her apartment's balcony. Before long, the thief disappears into the night of Los Ungulas.

chapter 6 (cat burglar p 2)

The following morning at the Sunspot Luxurious Hotel, the hotel manager called the LUPD to report the break-in of one residential apartment. Walking around Rarity's apartment were Police Officer third class Hitch Trailblazer and Professor Sunny Starscout, the head of the Crime scene investigation unit, searching for clues as to who broke into her apartment.

Sitting on her sofa, a little bit agitated with the whole situation was Miss Rarity Radiance; she had already given her statement to PD and was waiting for Hitch to release her. This morning she attired in a gray v-neck midi flapper dress with a bow, and on her superb-looking pedicure light gray (more toward the white spectrum) ten and one-third inch slender and elegant mare tapered naked feet were silver flat jelly sandals.

"Please forgive me, Miss Radiance; if those gemstones are costume jewelry, why would anyone try to steal them," Hitch said, a bit suspicious about the break-in at Rarity's apartment for worthless costume jewelry.

"If I knew that, Officer Trailblazer, I could do your job." Rarity said sarcastically as she heard the skepticism in Hitch's voice that annoyed her more.

"If you are done with me, Officer Trailblazer? May I leave?" Rarity said sourly as Hitch released her from the scene; with that, Rarity grabbed her brown leather doctor bag from her workbench that served as her everyday purse.

As the elevator pinged on the ground floor of Sunspot's luxurious hotel, Rarity stormed out of the elevator car and through the lobby on her way to the parking lot to get her car. Loading her cleaning cart from the supply closet was a familiar white Pegasus mare. On closer inspection, this Pegasus mare was Reporter Anita Stormchaser the top reporter mare at Los Ungulas chronicle paper in downtown Los Ungulas. She wore a striped gray classic linen dress with a collar and an apron. On her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand bare feet were black lace-up oxford sneakers.

'Hey, that Fashion Designer Rarity Radiance, and she doesn't look too happy. I wonder if that is where the LUPD went to. The manager of this hotel has been keeping the press away. Curious?' Anita thought as she continued loading cleaning supplies onto her cleaning cart before checking her cleaning schedule to see if she had to clean the tenth floor today.

It has been a relatively quiet week for me at the C & J detective agency with my Alicorn mare away on her family business for several weeks. I had to find some pony to help me; luckily, I found the help in the form of a gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare named Lounge singer Emerald Luster a former client of the agency and now a friend. At first, I didn't think she would be a good partner for me being inexperienced at investigating.

But I soon discovered after a few cases she's helping with that she's pretty intelligent and very street savvy, a good fit for the agency. But two things I soon discovered were that she was quite a good actress and ex-competitive shooter specializing in shotguns, rifles and small arms, another good fit for the agency. Emerald sat on the sofa with her long sleek unicorn legs crossed as we waited at the office for the next case to walk through the door. One knee tossed casually over the other, humming to herself as she read an entertainment magazine she had with her.

On this day, Emerald Luster is attired in a gray Charleston flapper dress with elbow-length sleeves that hemline hit her at her knees. On her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven and one-third inch, slender and elegant bare feet were black suede Harlem shoes with four-inch heels.

"Tee-hee, it's quite all right, Justice; I am not bored; my talent agent wants me to rest my singing voice anyway. Plus, those cases I helped you with were quite exciting. I never knew being a competitive shooter when I was younger would come in handy." Emerald said, a little bit embarrassed as I chuckled softly toward her.

"It was quite a surprise for that earth pony forger went you shot his hat off his head from cover. That first time I have seen a tough earth pony stallion pass out, getting his hat shot off his head." I said compliment as Emerald had heavy blush on her snout and smiled back at me.

"Nevertheless, not only am I a good shooter. But a great actress that crooked land developer really thought I was rich mare tycoon looking to invest in that shady land deal he had." Emerald explained as I once again smiled at her.

A moment later, the office door slams open, surprising both Emerald and me through the door steps a very vexed Miss Rarity Radiance. I could tell her adrenaline was coursing through her arteries.

"Well, greeting Rarity, what can we do for you?" I asked as Emerald quickly stood up and took the same position as Cadence.

"Who is this new mare, Justice?" Rarity asked suspiciously as she took a long, appraising glance at the gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare in the same position as Cadence would be.

"My name Miss Radiance is Miss Emerald Luster. I am assisting Mr. Silverlight why his regular partner Miss Aperture is away." Emerald said calmly and politely, which seemed to alleviate Rarity's suspicion of her before she rested her hand on Justice's forearm.

"With introduction done, how may we help you, Rarity?" I inquired as Rarity's anger subsided, and she took a deep, cleansing breath to calm the rest of her anger. With that, she floated a chair and sat down on it.

“I was broken into last night by a very athletic cat burglar who was after that same pouch of costume jewelry that everyone seemed to want from me." Rarity explains, a little bit perturbed as I blink with surprise at her apartment being broken into for worthless gems.

"Miss Radiance, did you call the cops to report the break-in at your apartment?" Emerald inquires as she rests the lower half of her snout in the palm of her hand.

"I didn't, but the building manager had to. If the managing company had its way, the PD would have never come to investigate. Because this is a colossal scandal for the company. They came only because of my prominence as a famous fashion designer.” Rarity explains as I see the gears in Emerald's head moving.

"It sounds like you want us to look into this, Rarity. (Rarity nods her head) so the first thing I want you to do is to write down what you remember doing in Pearis before you left to come home. Because this all started with the first attempt." I comment, handing a notepad to Rarity from my desk drawer so she can write down what she remembers from that day.

(A few hours later)

After Rarity finished writing down her last day in Pearis, she informed us that if we wanted to see her apartment, we would have to come by later this afternoon.

"What are your thoughts on this Emerald?" I asked as Emerald sat on my desk like Cadence does with her long sleek, unicorn legs crossed, tapping her sandal-clad foot soundlessly in the open air.

"Based on how you reacted, Justice. I have no doubt that Miss Radiance is telling the truth about what happened to her. But what puzzled me, Justice, is why tried to steal a pouch of costume jewelry?" Emerald commented as I caught the sole of her shoe between my fingers, and my thumb stopped it.

"That the same thought, I have Emerald went Rarity told me they try to steal the same pouch of costume jewelry in Prance," I commented as I held Emerald's magnificent flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven and one-third inch slender and elegant shoed foot between my fingers and thumb.

“I know you want to take my shoes off, Justice. Cadence told me you like to caress her foot went you two are talking over a case. As I don't believe her went she say it help you both think. I believe you like the feel of the soft skin of mare foot that why you like caress her foot." Emerald said, knowing as I removed her shoe, revealing her magnificent flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven and one-third inch slender and elegant barefoot.

"You read over Miss Radiance's itinerary for that day. Did anything stands out, Justice?" Emerald asked as I couldn't believe that Emerald's foot was even softer than Cadence's foot and even more sensitive as it would shudder each time I stroked any part of her bare foot with my hand.

“Her itinerary looks like your typical business trip. The only notable difference was that she stopped by magasin de bijoux (jewelry shop) to buy four bags of costume jewelry two hours before her scheduled leave time." I explain as I watch Emerald trying to hold it together as my finger stroke her delicate curve arch of her foot.

“S-stahahahap!!” Emerald giggled as I stopped stroking her delicate curve arch of her foot with my finger allowing her to catch her breath as she floated her shoe back on her foot and buckled it again.

"I didn't know your feet were that sensitive, Emerald," I said apologetically as Emerald hopped off my desk, rubbing the delicate curve arch of her foot inside her shoe.

"It quite all right, Justice. Only my late boyfriend knew just how ticklish my feet were. Now you know Justice, and you must promise never to tell anyone how desperately ticklish I am. That is one reason I don't like wearing stockings every day and only wear them when I perform at my shows." Emerald explained, forgiving as I agreed to keep her ticklish little secret to myself.

With that, Emerald and I left the office to drive over to Rarity's apartment to give it a good look over and see what the police department might have missed or overlooked. At Rarity's apartment, it was not unusual for me to request both mares remove their shoes and walk about barefooted in the apartment as both mares have a gorgeous looking naked feet. With them both complying with my request, I soon discover two ten-inch long four-toed footprints with what look like sharp, nasty retractable claws in the thick plush of Rarity's carpet in the center of the room.

‘That thief must have been standing here for some time trying to figure out where Rarity put the pouch of costume jewelry in her apartment to leave that clear of a footprint. Maybe the thief thought Rarity would be fast asleep at that time.' I thought as I looked towards Rarity, who was straightening out the dressmaker manikins that PD moved out of position.

"Hey Rarity, what were you doing went you discovered the thief in your apartment?" I asked as Rarity turned her head toward me to answer my question.

“After that wonderful foot massage, you gave me earlier in the evening. My mouth was parched, so I went to get a drink of water from my kitchen, discovering the thief in my apartment." Rarity answers as she adjusts the collar on one of the dresses on dressmaker manikin; at the same time, Emerald's eyebrows shoot up in surprise went she hears that Justice gave Rarity a foot massage.

"Oh, by the way, Rarity? On your itinerary, you say you bought four bags of costume jewelry from a jewelry store in Pearis. But you only had one bag with you went I picked you up at the airport. What happened to the other three bags?" I asked as Rarity tapped her painted fingernail against the lower half of her snout.

“Oh, I remember the flight I took home had strict weight limit for the passenger. If I was carrying all four bags with me, I would have been over the weight limit and delayed my departure. So I shipped the other three bags home. That is the other reason I had to go to my Grazing hills carousel boutique to receive a phone call from the shipping company telling me went my package would arrive." Rarity explained as Emerald and I looked at each other with Rarity's story she told us.

"Miss Radiance, did the shipping company tell you went your package would arrive?" Emerald inquires as she pip pops in her bare feet toward the door leading out onto the balcony, the possible entry point.

"They did, Miss Luster; they say most likely sometime next month; the shipping company is experiencing some international shipping delays in Prance because of an international police force investigation. Whatever the international police force is investigating had delayed all international deliveries from Prance.” Rarity explains as Emerald pip-pops onto the balcony barefooted to look around the possible entry point of the break-in.

'Well, let's see what I can find on the balcony.' Emerald thought as she couldn't help but smile, hearing the soft pip-pops of the smooth round ball of her foot making an impact with the smooth concrete texture of the balcony.

"Huh?! That's very interesting." Emerald said, looking over the edge of the high balcony, even those she has a mild case of acrophobia from her filly hood.

‘Their tiny hole in the mortar of the brickwork of the balcony. As if securing something in the brickwork.' Emerald thought, feeling a tiny hole in the mortar outside with her fingers and finding the other end of the hole on her side.

"Hey, Justice, come out here for a minute!" Emerald called as I walked out onto the balcony to find the barefooted Emerald kneeling on the balcony looking through a small hole she found.

"What up, Emerald?" I asked, very excited seeing the creamy soft, flawless and unblemished pearly purple skin on the bottom of her foot from her scrunched toes.

“Tee-hee…I found this hole through the mortar of the brickwork of the balcony. On this side, it looks like four scratches, two vertically and two horizontally, as if something punches through and locked in place." Emerald explained as she knew I was looking at her creamy soft skin on her bent foot and listening to her.

"Huh? That is extraordinary, Emerald. What are you thinking?" I asked, looking through the hole to the other building across the way.

"I think this thief might be some kind of two-story thief. A high wire artist." Emerald commented, leaning against the metal rail of the balcony, resting the lower half of her jaw on the flat of her hand.

"If we are talking about a two-story thief, that specialty thief. We are saying that not everyone can hire them. Whoever hires it has a lot of bits to play with." I comment as Emerald nods her head in agreement with me.

"It could be possibly a syndicate type job. But which one?" I comment as Emerald taps her barefoot on the ground.

"My question, Justice? Why are the syndicates after Miss Radiance? She is a well-known fashion designer that too much heat to bring on your syndicate." Emerald commented as I was wondering as well.

"That excellent question, Emerald. Let's head over to my place we can talk more went I put you in that contraption Cadence told you about. See that creamy soft skin on the bottom of your foot should be an interesting experiment with the contraption." I said as Emerald kissed me on my cheek before we walked back into the apartment so Emerald could put her shoes back on for a while and tell Rarity what we are thinking.

Chapter 7 (cat burglar p 3)

As Emerald and I left Rarity's apartment, we walked down the hallway to the elevator to take it down to the lobby. I notice the Pegasus mare cleaning pony watering a potted plant against the hallway wall. At the time, I didn't know Emerald's sky blue eyes narrowed speculatively toward the Pegasus mare cleaning pony in the hallway. But for some reason, Emerald senses something off about Pegasus mare cleaning pony as she would quickly look up to us before returning to her cleaning task like nothing happened.

“Ouch…that sharp pain on the soles of my feet. Is back again.” Emerald pretending to be groaning as my breath caught in my throat, thinks her feet were hurt from me asking her to walk around barefooted in Rarity's apartment.

"Justice, please check it for me." Emerald still pretends to be hurt as she sees the genuine concern in my eyes and winks at me to play along.

Went I figured out she was just pretending to have a sharp pain in the soles of her feet, I winked back at her. With that, I carefully helped Emerald sit down on the carpeted floor of the hallway, and she stretched her long sleek, athletic, unicorn legs out in front of her. I quickly unbuckled her ankle strap sandals revealing her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant bare feet.

I rested both of her creamy soft, supple, round heels in the palm of my hand. Continuing with her ruse, I slowly ran my fingers down her gently flexing creamy smooth, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles on the bottom of her feet. Each stroke down the creamy soft wrinkles of her feet would cause her feet to tremble and her symmetrical shaped toes to splay in response to ticklish stroke upon her desperately ticklish feet.

I could tell it was sheer torture upon her desperately ticklish, gently flexing creamy soft, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles of her feet. As Emerald drove her pointed bright yellow painted fingernails into the carpet, trying to keep it together. As Emerald was about to break from me, tickling her gently flexing creamy soft, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles on the bottom of her feet, the Pegasus mare cleaning pony moved on to the next floor of the hotel.

"Ahahahahahahahahaah sthaahaahaap it pleeeese!"Emerald begged, gasping for air between laughs as I quickly stopped stroking her desperately ticklish feet with my fingers.

"Oh, sorry, Emerald," I said apologetically as she looked at me and shook her head no, her sky-blue eyes glinting with pleasure.

"No, Justice, it been too long since the death of my boyfriend in the war. I allow anyone to tickle my desperately ticklish feet (kiss me on my cheek)." Emerald said as her ten symmetrical shaped toes twitched as she was catching her breath and shivered with a hint of stimulation from allowing a stallion to tickle her so intently.

"What was that all about, Emerald? Pretending to have a sharp pain on the soles of your feet?" I asked as I helped Emerald to her feet; she floated her shoes into her hand and remained in her flawless and unblemished pearly purple slender and elegant mare bare feet.

“Went you sing in front of speakeasy crowd you quickly learn to read the crowd at those establishments to stay away from trouble. That Pegasus mare cleaning pony was too interested in us leaving Rarity's apartment." Emerald explained as the sound of the soft pip-pops of the smooth round balls of her feet was muffled but replaced with the skin on the bottom of her feet scraping over the carpet as we walked to the elevator.

"Come to think about it, Emerald? I remember seeing that same Pegasus mare cleaning pony downstairs in the lobby went Cadence and I left this hotel after deciding not to attend a party we were invited to. I thought nothing of it. But then Cadence started to chew on her lip I thought it was because of what happened to her." I explain as we step into the elevator, and I press the button to the lobby as Emerald is lost in thought.

(A few weeks later)

A few weeks later, the Sunspot Luxurious hotel hired a new housekeeper to add to their cleaning crew as the residents at the hotel had become more demanding about cleaning the hallway. In response, the hotel manager hired an elegant-looking light blue pegasi mare with a peach-colored mane and tail. Her sleeky muscular 5ft 10in equine figure was attired in a striped gray classic knee-length linen sheath dress with a collar and apron.

On her ten inches long, peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet were gold jelly flat sandals with flat heels.

Due to this light blue pegasi mare having experience as a private home maid, the hotel manager gave her the jelly sandals to wear in place of black lace-up oxford sneakers that the other mare cleaning staff wears to mark her senior status.

The only stipulation is that she must wear them like the rest of the cleaning staff barefooted, and she is more than happy to fulfill the requirement. Her standard-sized light blue feathered bird wings were folded on her back. This Pegasi mare was senior housekeeper Diane Sheer from the Los Ungulas domestic service agency. This high-end agency only trains elite domestic servants to work at private residences or high-end commercial properties.

At the luxurious sunspot hotel, Senior Housekeeper Diane Sheer pushes her cleaning cart out of one of the penthouse apartments after cleaning it on the eleventh floor of the building and down the carpeted hallway to the elevator. She pauses momentarily in front of the elevator to take a deep cleansing breath after finishing her assign cleaning chore for the day.

A moment later, the elevator pings on the eleventh floor of the building and Diane pushes her cleaning cart into the car. Inside the vehicle, she pressed the button marked the ninth floor instead of the lobby floor. From the ninth floor to the lobby floor, those floors are guest rooms for visitors to rent while staying in Los Ungulas at this hotel. As the elevator door slides open, she pushes her cleaning cart out of the car onto the floor and down the hallway to a specific hotel room on this floor.

"Housekeeping! I was giving your service request!" Diane calls friendly as she knocks on the door of hotel room 914; she gets no response; she retrieves the keys on her side to unlock the door.

As the door swung open, she pushed the cleaning cart into the guest room before closing the door with her foot inside. Diane is standing in carpeted twenty by seventeen square foot guest room with a double bed, a single round table with two chairs opposite each other and a dresser with a mirror.

Sitting on the dresser was black and white television with an art deco lamp. On the nightstand was an identical art deco lamp with an art deco rotary telephone.Sitting in one of the art deco chairs at the table was Justice Silverlight; he watched Senior Housekeeper Diane Sheer sign her name to complete the work order she had on her cleaning cart.

"Did you sign my fake name to that work order, Diane?" I asked as Diane's face radiant with good cheer went she hung the clipboard on the hook on the side of her cart.

"I did, Justice, and I finished the hotel cleaning chore early. So that gives me an hour of free time before I have to return to the lobby to turn in my completion worksheets, and that cleaning request will cover my free time." Diane explained with a mellow voice as she walked over to the table to join me after I gestured for her to sit down on the other art deco chair.

"Excellent, my dedicated personal maid," I said, pleased as I smiled broadly at her and watched my personal maid sits down on the chair, crossing her legs, one knee tossed casually over the other on the opposite side of the table.

Miss Diane Sheer has been at my side since I was colt; she started out as my nanny when I was small and became my governess when I was in school. As I got older, she transitioned to my personal maid and has been my personal maid ever since. She works for my mother went I don't need her.

"So Diane, what did you learn about that other Pegasus mare cleaning pony?" I asked, reaching over to my personal maid-crossed leg, pulling it straight, and resting her shoed foot on my lap as we talked.

"It is as you thought, Justice. She is a part-time worker here at the hotel. Looking at her personnel files, her name is Anita Cloudburst. It says she had minimum training from Los Ungulas domestic service agency.” Diane said with doubt in her voice as I slipped the jelly sandal off her foot, revealing her ten inches-long peasant-shaped, light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish.

"What is up, Diane? I picked up the slight hint of doubt in your voice." I commented as I started using my thumbs to rub her very supple and smooth light blue skin on the bottom of her foot as her superb flowing creases yielded to slight pressure I applied to it.

"The Los Ungulas domestic service agency, does minimum training for their student in the domestic service accelerate course. That training is ineffective for a high-end commercial property like this, Justice." Diane explains as she groans softly, with Justice rubbing the soreness out of her foot with his thumbs.

“Would the accelerate course be sufficient for a part-time worker, Diane?” I asked as I watched my personal maid kick the other jelly sandal off her foot. Reveal her additional ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish and place it on my lap.

"It would be Justice, but they're a catch to it," Diane said as I rubbed the soreness out of her other foot with my thumbs again.

"That catch is?" I asked as she groaned softly once again, with me rubbing the soreness out of her other foot before releasing a soft sign of contentment with her beloved employer giving his personal maid a well-deserved foot massage.

“The catch is that you must continue your training at the Los Ungulas domestic service agency or lose your job till you finish training. That is why many of the students wait till graduation." Diane explained as I placed her perfect round heels in the palms of my hand before bringing her peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish up to my lips and kissed her big toes.

"So Diane?" I inquired as Diane placed her bare feet back on the carpet floor of the rented room, and I floated her removed jelly sandals back over to her as she accepted them and put them on the table next to her.

“So went I returned to your mother’s mansion after finishing work here. The following morning I called a friend I know in records at Los Ungulas domestic service agency. I inquired if they have been a student named Anita Cloudburst training at the agency during the past few months or continuing." Diane explained as she crossed her legs once again, one knee tossed casually over the other.

"Go on, Diane." I prompted as I created a magical dark blue feather using my fingers to manipulate the object. I caress the naked sole of Diane's high foot. Diane squealed and began to giggle as my personal maid was not as ticklish as Emerald was but sensitive enough to plead with me to stop tickling her foot. I did.

“(Catching her breath) my friend in records went through the records at the agency and found no pony named Anita Cloudburst training at the agency or every being at the agency," Diane said suspiciously as I raised my eyebrow in a questioning slant.

I watch my personal maid use one of her feather bird wings like a hand and toss her remove jelly sandals from the table onto the floor so she can put them back on her feet. Diane slipped her peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish back into the jelly sandals.

"Your job is done, Diane; return to my mother's mansion," I said encouragingly as Diane shook her equine head.

"I am sorry, master, but no! Until we discover who this fake maid is? I am not going anywhere; this is based on my principles! The Los Ungulas domestic service agency and you have given me a lot to be proud of. I will not let any fake maid ruin its reputation or yours!" Diane said, loyal and determined as I watched my personal maid unfold her feathered bird wings to their full length, making her look bigger than she was.

"Very well, Miss Diane Sheer," I said, accepting as Diane refolded her wings back onto her back, and I hugged her from her loyalty.

After that, I told her I would call back the mare that helped me with Rarity's case earlier. I went on to ask Diane to help Emerald get into the hotel secretly and to this room because that fake maid was still hanging around this place. It would be that much easy to plan without that fake maid knowing.

An hour later, Miss Emerald Luster arrives at the Sunspot's luxurious hotel without revealing that Miss Diane Sheer is the personal maid of Justice Silverlight. She sneaks Emerald up a rear staircase to the floor where Justice's rented room is. Emerald is attired in a gentle yellow colored bohemian embroidered cotton voile midi length dress in the room. On her flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant bare feet with light yellow toenail polish were brown T-strap flat leather sandals.

“What??” Emerald exclaims went I tell her that the white Pegasus mare housekeeper at the hotel might not be a housekeeper at all.

"Is your information credible, Justice?" Emerald asked doubtfully as she weighed my reaction with a critical squint toward me.

"As credible as you being desperately ticklish on your feet, Emerald," I said quick-witted as the blood drained from Emerald's face, worried that I would pin her to the ground and unbuckle her sandals to prove my point by tickling her feet again.

“All right, I take your word for it, Justice," Emerald replied as she brought her arm up to stop me from moving, as the last time she was tickled by me, it took her several hours for her feet to recover from the assault.

Slowly Anita Stormchaser regains her consciousness as her sky blue eyes adjust to the dim light condition of the place she finds herself in; she inspects her surroundings. She was in some magical bubble void of anything but the high back chair she now finds herself in. So she figures that she was taken captive by a unicorn pony as their magic ability is the only thing that can create this effect.

Anita's stomach fluttered as she was restrained in the chair she was sitting in; her wrists were tied very securely to the armrests. Two ropes were tied underneath and above her breasts, making them more prominent through the fabric-collared neckline of her dress. She could also feel that her feathered bird wings were tied behind her back, and her thighs were also tied.

Anita's elegant white and athletic legs were stretched out in front of her, tied securely to the second chair. Her flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand shoed bare feet were sticking out the natural holes in the back of that chair. Like her wrists, her ankles were tied very securely to the vertical support posts of the chair.

Anita's face glazes with shock went she finally notices the piece of rope tied around her snout, effectively keeping her quiet. Anita shrieked, but all that came out was a muted groan from the rope tied around her snout. Anita's equine face became a mask of terror went she heard the unmistakable sound of a shoe on a carpeted floor coming toward her.

Her sky-blue eyes widened in alarm went a large dark blue five-fingered hand came into view, pulled on the end of the rope around her snout and allowed it to drop. Once the cord fell off Anita's snout, she unleashed a scream from deep in her chest, at which time the five-fingered hand pinched her snout closed, making her bite her tongue and causing her to stop.

"Stop your screaming, Miss Cloudburst or whatever your real name is? You are trapped in a silent bubble. So no one outside this bubble can hear you." A stallion voice said as Anita nodded her head, and she pick-up two distinctive scents of perfume, one near her feet and the other one to the left side.

“What do you want from me?” Anita asked as she began sobbing, hoping to get the stallion to release her.

"Huh?" Anita exclaimed softly when she heard the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the first distinctive smell of perfume moving behind her.

"All right, mare? What is your name?" I asked as Anita's face flushed with resentment at my question.

"My name is Anita Cloudburst, Stallion!" Anita stubbornly said as she didn't notice the two slender five-fingered hands with cardinal red nail polish on either side of her; each finger sported a pointed nail.

"Ahahahahahahaha!" Anita burst out with ticklish laughter went the pointed nails dug into her ticklish ribs and moved up to her armpits.

“Pleeeeease! Ahahaahahahahahssttoop!” Anita screamed with ticklish laughter as she squirmed what little she could and begged through her tears of laughter, trying to escape the nails digging into her sides and armpits.

At the same time, through her tear-blurred sky-blue eyes, Anita failed to notice the second pair of slender five-fingered hands with light yellow nail polish on end untying the laces of her black lace-up oxford sneakers and loosening them upon her bare feet. The moment the first set of hands stop, Anita's head drops as she begins to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs and assault starts anew.

"Well, look, their master. I think this Pegasus mare is really enjoying this. "A mare voice says behind her as Anita's face grows haggard with worry.

She hesitantly looks down and swallows a lump in her throat went she sees her bust standing erect through the fabric-collared neckline of the dress. She will never admit that she immensely enjoyed having her strength stripped away from her and feeling vulnerable as some mares do.

"Can you imagine what will happen went E gets her turn?" The stallion's voice comment as Anita looks down toward the second distinctive smell of perfume down by her feet. Her sky-blue eyes were transfixed with horror went the hands removed her shoes from her tied feet before she could keep it from happening.

"Nooohohohoho! Nnn-not my Feeheeheeheeheet! Eeeheehahahaha!" Anita screamed as the point fingernail began scratching the skin on the bottom of her richly soft feet with no hint of roughness or callousness.

Anita's richly soft milky white soles easily wrinkled as pointed fingernails ran down the entire length of her milky white soles. Anita exploded with maniacal laughter as the pointy fingernails tickled her. She was in hysterics in no time. The sensations shot up her legs and flashed in her mind. The pointed fingernails began to saw in between her ten equally shaped ticklish toes. Anita was screaming with laughter.

"Ahahahahahahahahaaah stop it!! Ahahahahaha!" Anita screamed as the torture continued. Anita squealed and began to giggle again, pleading with the stallion to stop.

Anita began to giggle and scream more forcefully for the stallion to stop as pointed nails tickled. Anita heard a snap of a finger; the ticklish misery stopped allowing her horribly ticklish soles and toes to begin to recover. She again begins to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs and her super sensitive milky white soles to relax.

"So I ask again, mare, what is your name?" The stallion asked as exhausted Anita nodded her head.

“My real name is Reporter Anita Stormchaser…I work for the Los Ungulas Chronicle here in town. So please just let me go!” Anita said as she began to sob.

She heard the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the second distinctive smell of perfume for her feet moving toward the stallion's voice. Anita could make out a muted conversation between the stallion and the outstanding mare's velvety voice she was telling the stallion something.

A moment later she hears a soft whistle from the stallion followed again by the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the first distinctive smell of perfume from behind her moving toward the whistle. The conversation begins anew with the two mares and stallion talking once again.

"All right, Miss Stormchaser, my mares and I have decided to let you go. But with a condition tomorrow morning, you will show up at the C & J detective agency dressed in your regular clothing to answer any question we ask you.” The stallion explains as Anita nods her head in acknowledgment not wanting to know what would happen to her if she doesn't comply.

Chapter 8 (cat burglar p 4)

It was a little bit after nine o'clock in the morning the following day as I waited in the C & J detective agency for Miss Anita Stormchaser, the reporter from the Los Ungulas Chronicle, to arrive. But to my surprise, another mare came to the C&J detective agency; to my delight, this mare was a beautiful light pink Alicorn mare with moderate violet, moderate rose, and pale gold streaked mane and tail. Her curvy 5ft 9in equine figure was attired in a pastel green floral-print jacket and pastel blue necklace dress.

Her light pink elegant long Alicorn legs were bare, and on her ten-inch, long attractive delicate pink slim bare feet with dusty rose pink toenail polish were black T-strap closed-toed strappy sandals with kitten heels. Folded on her back were her medium-sized light pink feathery bird wings. This Alicorn mare was my dearest Miss Cadence Aperture partner in the C&J detective agency.

“Cadence!? Went did you arrive in Los Ungulas?" I asked her as I stood up from my desk and hugged my dear mare.

"My flight from San Pranciscolt arrived ahead of schedule in Los Ungulas. I was going to surprise you at our apartment. But went I arrived at our home, you were not home. So I put my luggage in my room and figured you might be at our detective agency.” Cadence explains as she returns my hug and kisses me on my lips.

"I am sorry for spoiling your surprise, my dear mare," I said, apologizing as I led my dear Cadence over to the desk so she could sit down on it, which she knew right away meant I had a case to bring her up to speed on.

"All right, Justice, brings me up to speed with the case you are working on?" Cadence asked as she hopped onto the desk and crossed her long Alicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other to be brought up to speed.

Once Cadence was comfortable in her place on top of the desk, I reached over. I unbuckled her sandal before removing it, revealing her slenderly, gracefully rounded, gorgeous-shaped light pink barefoot with dusty rose pink colored toenail polish. As I brought her up to speed with the case, I caressed the supple and soft, luscious satiny smooth, light pink sole of her slenderly, gracefully rounded, gorgeous-shaped barefoot. I felt the very effortless creases give away under the gentle pressure of my hand upon her light pink barefoot with dusty rose pink colored toenail polish.

"(Sigh contently), so this case started with some pony in Prance trying to steal a bag of costume Jewelry from Miss Rarity Radiance. Then that same bag was stolen in Los Ungulas by some pony. You got it back for Rarity, and later that night, a Cat burglar broke into her apartment trying to steal the same bag of costume Jewelry. But left empty-handed from Rarity's apartment." Cadence recaps as I start to caress her five slightly plump elegant and dynamic slender long toes with dusty rose pink colored toenail polish on her naked foot.

"Then the LUPD was called to the apartment to investigate the break-in our detective agency got involved. The LUPD treated Rarity like the one that set this whole thing up for attention which angered Rarity to no end.” Cadence explains as I started to tickle her shapely and graceful toe stems with my fingers causing her slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes to splay on her naked foot.

"As Emerald and you left her apartment, you encountered a Pegasus mare cleaning pony who was a little too interested in both of you leaving the apartment. (Devious smile forms on her lips) so after some underhanded persuasion, you learned that the Pegasus mare cleaning pony was investigating reporter Anita Stormchaser for the Los Ungulas Chronicle, looking for a story to write in the paper." Cadence finished as she stretched her equine neck out and kissed me on my lips, enjoying me manipulating her susceptible Alicorn bare foot like that.

Meanwhile, in the Los Ungulas field office of the International Police Force building leaning against her desk in the Criminal Investigation Bureau, was a distinguished-looking American short-haired female cat morph with shoulder-length chocolate brown hair and medium length tail sticking out a hole in the back of her dress. Her athletic 5ft 11in feline figure was attired in cream color embellished flapper cocktail dress.

Black Grecian sandals were on her wickedly gorgeous and exquisite curvy and slender chocolate brown well cared for four-toed pawed feet. This chocolate brown female cat morph was International police force Detective Inspector Godiva White a cat morph from the Capital City of Panthera in Abyssinia.

‘For six months that Detective Constable in Pearis field office of International Police force has investigated the robbery of that shipment of precious gems that the syndicates did and came up with nothing! Now there is a report of high altitude robbery at an apartment here in town!’ Godiva thought, driving her painted retractable claws through the newspaper on the table into her desk as she released a prolonged hiss.

Sitting on her desk was an open criminal file; it details the exploits of a daring high-altitude cat Burglar that has robbed several high-profile targets over the years. Most targets have been of questionable morals and fortunes, and this cat burglar has yet to be identified. The robbery at Rarity's apartment sounds like the job of this cat burglar, but it doesn't fit the Modus Operandi, a target of questionable morals and fortunes.

Rarity makes no secret that she worked her tail off to get where she is and the fortunes she amassed. Plus, she also funds many charitable foundations to help those in need. She also strongly connects to Tycoon Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight through her son Dilettante Justice Silverlight. Those two mares are well-liked by the ordinary ponies and secret kept in disdain by the upper class, who believe that their fortune will keep growing forever and beyond.

Meanwhile, at the wayward star hotel in downtown West Applewood sitting in a small rented room, was an angelic-looking American short-haired female cat morph with shoulder length cream colored hair and a lengthy medium tail sticking out a hole in the back of her dress. Her sleek 5ft 6in feline figure was attired in a pink knee-length vintage wrap dress.

On her wickedly gorgeous and exquisite curvy and slender cream colored well, cared four-toed pawed feet were black open-toe sparkly dancing shoes with a three-inch heel. This cream-colored female cat morph was tight rope walker and Daredevil Irene Barrow, a cat morph performer from the second largest city in the country of Abyssinia Megakat city.

A week ago, since she arrived in Los Ungulas with her circus troupe, Miss Barrow had been planning for her tightrope act at the Applewood Bowl in griffon park with her circus troupe.

“Huh!” Irene exclaimed as she reached for a glass of the fine milk in all of Equestria. And noticed the morning paper she brought with her back to her room after finishing her breakfast with some other circus performers to check the weather report for the circus performance later today.

“A daring high altitude robbery was committed early this week at the Sunspots luxurious hotel; the target of the theft was well-known Fashion Designer Rarity Radiance. The Los Ungulas Chronicle has reached out to Officer third class Hitch Trailblazer for comment about the crime. But Officer Trailblazer has yet to respond to the request of this paper." Irene reads aloud as her lilac-colored feline-shaped eyes blink with incredulity, and several other circus performers burst into the room with their faces glazed with shock at the story in the paper of the robbery.

“Guys and gals, I can reassure you that I didn’t break into Fashion Designer Rarity Radiance's apartment here in Los Ungulas. Besides, those robberies are a team effort; we only target those that have used underhand ways to get rich. All the research we did on Miss Radiance doesn't fit our criterion. She worked hard to get where she is and the fortunes she amassed." Irene explains reassuring as it calms the fears of the rest of the circus troupe about the robbery mentioned in the paper.

In the office of LUPD Chief of Police, sitting behind the desk, was a crazed-looking lovely golden brown unicorn mare with jet black mane and tail. Her athletic 6ft 3in equine figure was attired in the navy blue skirt uniform of the Chief of police of LUPD. On her head, between her ears behind her horn, was a navy blue peaked cap with the gold emblem of the LUPD.

On her sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet with burgundy red nail polish on her beautiful elegant and refined toes were black narrow T-strap dress pumps with two-and-one-half inch flapper heels. This unicorn mare was Chief of Police Jamila Nebula, the newly appointed police chief for the City of Los Ungulas, after the original Chief of Police was charged with corruption.

After the arrest, the former Chief of Police sang like a bird naming all the corrupt officials in the City Of Los Ungulas city government to the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Justice. After a year of tireless investigation by the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Justice, the Equestrian government moved quickly and secretly arrested every corrupt official in the City government.

This decisive action left the only non-corrupt official, Mayor Rebecca Mare, with many empty department seats that needed to be filled, forcing her to call for a special election to fill those seats. Even before the arrest was finalized, the former Chief of Police of LUPD, Senior Security agent three Jamila Nebula of the International Police force, stepped forward to take over the position of Chief of Police of LUPD.

With Jamila impressive resume as an agent in the International Police Force, Mayor Rebecca Mare appointed her to the position of Chief of Police. Once in that position, Jamila began cleaning the remaining corruption out of the Los Ungulas police department. By that time, most of the corrupt officers had resigned from the force went the Chief of police was arrested, fearing that they would be the next target of the EBI investigation.

Those that didn't fear that situation soon found themselves in the crosshairs of the New Chief of Police with her connection to the International Police Force and Equestrian Bureau of Investigation, and the Department of Justice; they found themselves with a nice new pair of silver bracelets.

(One year before Rarity Radiance returned to Los Ungulas why Cadence was away from the apartment)

(A knock on the apartment door)

"Huh? Aunt Jamila?" I said, a bit puzzled seeing my Aunt Jamila Nebula wearing the navy blue uniform of LUPD Chief of Police standing in the hallway of our apartment building.

"Greetings, nephew. I am here to officially ask you and your partner, Cadence Aperture, to return to the Los Ungulas Police Department at the rank of Police Detective third class and Police Detective second class." Jamila's voice was wooden, distant as I gestured to my aunt inside our apartment so we could talk more privately without every pony listing in with our conversation.

"You already know my answer, Aunt Jamila, or why would your voice be so sad about it," I said as she sat on the chair on end, and I sat down on the sofa.

"Of course, I know, nephew…But still, that story was a stain on our family name. Even those I knew it was all a lie like your mother and sisters. There was nothing I could do to correct it, Justice. It was not an International Police Force case to get involved with.” Jamila explained with a deepening hue of shame formed on her snout.

"It fines auntie…all that is in the past. But anyway, would you like to visit me? It has been a while since my Aunt Jamila visited me as family.” As I saw the noticeable change in her demeanour, she snapped her fingers, changing her uniform into a red wine-colored tea-length party dress and black diamond T-strap pumps with one and three-fourths-inch heels.

"I would love to, nephew; I am officially off duty," Jamila said, cheerful as she floated the teacup off the tray into her hand and started our visit. Until Cadence returned home, I introduced my Aunt Jamila to her, a member of my family she had never met before.

(Back to the present)

"Officer, third class Trailblazer! Why in the hay are you talking to the press!? Did I need to make my instruction perfectly clear! No talking to the press without my authorization!" Chief of Police Jamila Nebula said hotly, floating the newspaper story in her magical bubble in front of him.

"Chief? How was I supposed to know that I was talking to a reporter? She looked like a harmless cleaning pony mare from the hotel?" Hitch explains as he had an elaborately casual expression on his snout as it enraged Jamila.

"I suggest, Mr. Trailblazer, you leave my office before I toss you out with my telekinesis!" Jamila said, warning as her two-foot-long spiral horn sparked to life with her mystic energy, and Hitch ran out of the office as the door slammed closed behind him.

"A little trouble in your ranks, Miss Nebula?" A calm mares voice says from the shadows as a pair of dark cyan-colored eyes appear in the darkness.

“No! And why is the EBI interested in an International Police Force case?" Jamila inquiries as heels clicking in the darkness can be heard walking about.

"The same reason the International Police Force is trying to solve the same case." The mare's voice said as her dark cyan-colored eyes blinked incredulity at Jamila.

"Horse feathers! I don't think the EBI would endanger two of their best deep-undercover agents to recover stolen war gems. Those gems were stolen from the Midnight castle early on during the war. They disappeared went the war ended and reappeared years later up for auction in Prance. After being brought by the Sabble Arabia royal family, they were stolen by some pony. Sabble Arabia royal family denied buying them, knowing they were war gems." Jamila explains as her celestial blue eyes narrow with contempt toward dark cyan-colored eyes.

"That's quite the look you are giving me, Miss Jamila Silverlight. Your maiden name, if I am not mistaken." As it stopped in front of the sofa, the mare voice said, Jamila's face glazed with shock.

"So you know my maiden name," Jamila said, her voice edged with tension as she calmed herself.

"So, agent that still doesn't tell me why the EBI is interested?" Jamila said smoothly as some pony sitting on the sofa could be heard.

"My-my-my, that's a quick change of mood Miss Silverlight." The mare voice said as the dark cyan colored eyes blinked with surprise.

"My family has always been swift to change. Besides that, I think I know why EBI is interested." Jamila said, raising her eyebrows superciliously toward the other mare on the sofa.

"Oh, do tell, Miss Silverlight? Why is the EBI interested?" the mare asked as it puffs up with self-importance.

"The EBI is interested because they suspect that syndicates are the ones that had the war gem stolen. But with all their intelligence, they don't know which one did it. Am I right, Miss Borealis?" Jamila said as Luna gulped air furiously with her identity being known by Miss Silverlight.

"I am dead now." Luna's voice shrills with horror.

"Oh, calm yourself, Miss Borealis; I have a silent spell on this room. That I control with a little magic button hidden inside my shoe." Jamila explains, tossing her shoe over to Luna, who catches it and sees the magic button on the sole of the shoe where the balls of her feet would sit.

Chapter 9 (cat burglar p 5)

(One month before Cadence Aperture returns from San Pranciscolt and two weeks before Rarity Radiance returns from Prance.)

It was early evening at my mother’s manor in the City of Grazing hills at her annual Film Guild meet and greet. The yearly Film Guild meet and greet is a huge party held at my mother's manor; at this party, numerous film producers try their best to woo my mother into investing in their motion pictures.

Our family success in investing in blockbuster movies about ninety-nine percent of the time, with the only exception of a film called 'A dozen sisters,' we withdrew our investment into the cinema after the star actress killed herself. Due to the expense of making the film, the producer released it to the public; to our surprise, the movie was a hit after the death of a leading actress and the public interest in up and coming young actress's death.

I walk out of the main ballroom in my mother's manor into the garden to get some fresh air outside as my sisters and mother continue listening to the movie pitch from the producer.

Along with the movie producer, sometime they would bring the likely star of the film to help with the movie pitch; that is how I met a lovely unicorn mare actress and befriended her.

As I walked onto the garden landing, standing in front of the staircase leading into the garden was a stunning gorgeous light gray unicorn mare with a pastel magenta whitewashed streaked mane and tail. Her 5ft 10in curvy equine figure was in a pale pink short-sleeve below-the-knee-length cocktail dress.

On her eleven-inch long, elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty painted with shiny pink nail polish were black closed-toed strappy T-strap sandals with three-inch kitten heels. Dangling from her symmetrically shaped shoulders was a black lace evening handbag with a chain strap and all her possessions. This unicorn mare was Unicorn Actress Fleur De Lis Glitter and a friend of Justice from the last annual Film Guild meet and greet.

"Hey, Fleur!" I called her to get her attention as she looked over her shoulder, her pale light grayish violet eyes shining with pleasure, seeing me approach her.

"Well, greeting Justice." Fleur greeted me as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Is your Talent Agent Gavin fancy pant Bankroll proposing a movie script to my mother this year?” I asked as Fleur giggled softly to herself and kissed me once again on my cheek.

"No, Justice…your mother invites me to this year's annual Film Guild meet and greet. To help look over the numerous film scripts submitted to her for investment. She wanted to narrow it down to the most profitable movie scripts. Since I know the movie business very well, she wants me to choose from ten movie scripts." Fleur explained as she took a sip from the small glass of hard apple cider she was holding.

"I see Fleur…but beyond that, you look like you were thinking about something else? May I ask what?” I asked as Fleur gestured her head, asking me to take a walk with her in my family garden to talk.

“I don’t know how much you were up on the last war?” Fleur comments as our heels click-clacked over the cement footpath that weaves through the garden border by the small patches of grass.

"As much as the newsreels would show in the cinema and speak on the radio," I answer as Fleur sighed softly and took another sip of the small glass of hard apple cider she was holding.

"Then you know of Midnight castle robbery during the war," Fleur said, her voice a lifeless monotone that I picked up on the moment she spoke.

“Was one of your family parts of that midnight castle robbery during the war?” I asked as Fleur's pale, light grayish violet eyes misted over, and she nodded.

"My father, Staff Sergeant Archer Miller, was the pony accused of masterminding the whole robbery with no tangible evidence. Even though there was evidence accusing a high-born Major of masterminding the robbery that mysteriously vanishes before the court case." Fleur said with a hitch in her's voice as I slammed my fist into my open hand, angry.

"Dammit! That was one of many cases I was accused of stealing key evidence. Because the area was still under reconstruction after the war, and the accused was from Los Ungulas. They forwarded the case files to Los Ungulas Police department detective bureau, and they landed on my desk. I read over the case files and saw the evidence that the real mastermind was the major. Just as the case was going to court, the key evidence of the Major guilt vanished. They pin the crime on me, the first nail in my coffin." I said testily as Fleur's face glazed with shock at what I said.

"Oh, my stars! You were the detective looking into my father's case? (I nodded my head) We received your personal letter saying you found the evidence of the major's guilt. My mother fell gravely ill soon after and died. As the case was coming up, I saw the news report of the detective stealing the key evidence. I was quite upset that the detective had betrayed our family. Now I understand they did the same thing that they did to my family. They framed you like my father." Fleur said, her voice cracking as she hugged me and forgave me.

"Still, Fleur, why are you thinking about that case?" I asked as Fleur made the glass she was holding in her hand disappear, and she sat down on the edge of the fountain, crossing her long light gray unicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other, tapping her sandal-clad foot soundlessly in the open air.

"A few months ago, I was in Pearis in Prance on holiday at one of the small bistros in the city. As I was finishing my meal, I noticed one of the city papers mention an auction of some gems. Wondering if they could be those stolen war gems. I went to the auction house; being a well know supermodel in Prance, the auctioneer allowed me an exclusive preview of all the lots. To my surprise, they were the stolen war gems. I asked about the gems, and the auctioneer told me many bidders had already bid on that lot. Went I heard that I toss my hat into the ring." Fleur explained as I sat on the edge of the fountain next to Miss Fleur De Lis Glitter.

"So why would you place a bid on stolen war gems, Fleur?" I asked a bit puzzled and, at the same time, very disappointed with Fleur. As Fleur looks like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

"If I won the auction, I would have turned the stolen war gems over to the Pearis field office of the international police force. I would have told them my full story and hoped it would clear my father's name for the crime." Fleur explains, her voice cracking as I padded her on her back.

(Back to the present C&J detective agency)

“What!! Miss Glitter told you that? If you tell me that, I will assume that you think these two cases are linked together, Justice." Cadence exclaims as my pink mare face glazes with shock.

And I knew she was in shock as my finger was scratching right in the center of her perfectly smooth and shallow arch, the most delicate part of sweet mare slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeously shaped barefoot, and she didn't react.

“Stahahahahaaa! Stahaahaahaha!”Cadence exploded with maniacal laughter as the itching and tingling sensation in her ticklish arch finally struck.

She was in hysterics in no time as the sensations shot up her leg and exploded in her brain. I soon withdrew my finger from the center of her perfectly smooth and shallow arch, allowing my pink mare to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs. Cadence's slightly plump elegant, and dynamic slender long toes twitched as she slowly caught her breath and regained control of her overstimulated nerve endings in her luscious light pink sole.

“If we follow that line of thought, Justice? That these two cases are the same? Do you think Miss Radiance would be involved with something like this?" Cadence inquired as she uncrossed her long Alicorn legs but left her single strappy sandal off to allow her foot to recover from being overstimulated.

"That easily answered, my dear mare…No, Rarity would not be involved with something like this. She is more concerned about her reputation in the fashion industry and not trying to increase her wealth illegally." I answer as I watch my mare unbuckle her other strappy sandals and float them over to the sofa, leaving her barefooted.

"But my dear mare…we know one other Fashion Designer mare that would do something illegal," I commented as I caressed her warm, slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeous shaped barefoot.

"Suri Polomare from the city of Detrot, the head of Buttonbelle syndicate." We said simultaneously.

"This does sound like a scheme of Miss Polomare! But there is one huge glaring problem with that, my dear stallion!” Cadence said, her voice edged with tension as she tapped her painted fingernail on the lower half of her snout.

"That is?" I inquire as I continue caressing her slenderly, gracefully rounded, gorgeous-shaped barefoot with my hand.

"This scheme is too complex for the small Buttonbelle syndicate to pull off on its own." Cadence commented as my face glazed with shock, realizing she was right.

"By the light! From our days in PD, the Buttonbelle syndicate does mostly forging and counterfeiting. As a matter of fact, Fashion Designer Suri Polomare running the syndicate, makes quite a nice profit in counterfeit fashion design. So why was she involved with them?" I asked Cadence as she tapped her fingernail faster on the lower half of her snout.

"(snapping her fingers) their international shipping contacts…Whoever stole those war gems would find it very difficult to get those stolen war gems out of the country with the International Police Force looking for them. So who better than Buttonbelle Syndicates?" Cadence comment as my breath catches in my throat.

“That sounds very logical, my dear mare…But the question comes up, who is pulling the strings?" I asked as Cadence hopped off my desk and pip-popped about in her slenderly, gracefully rounded, gorgeous-shaped bare feet in the office to think about my question.

“We can for sure eliminate most of the know Syndicates…Having stolen war gems will bring way too much heat on your syndicates…Maybe a new syndicate?" Cadence says out loud as the office door opens.

From the hallway, enter a gorgeous-looking white pegasi mare with a Spanish blue mane and tail. Her physically fit 5ft 7in equine figure was attired in a silica blue tiered fluttered sleeve A-line dress.

On her ten inches-long, flawless, and unblemished white-shaped bare feet with clear toenail polish were wine-red dress pumps with one-inch heels. On her hands were berry red silk-lined leather gloves and on top of her head, between her ears, was a baby pink mare’s fedora. Plus, folded on her back were her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings. This white Pegasi mare was Reporter Anita Stormchaser the top reporter mare from Los Ungulas chronicle in downtown Los Ungulas.

"I might be able to answer that question, Mr. Silverlight and Miss Aperture," Anita commented as she closed the office door with her foot and sat down on the sofa in the office.

"Mind you, this is just a rumour…no newspaper reporter has been able to confirm it or have the PD," Anita said as she glanced slowly at the unicorn stallion and the Alicorn mare in the office with her.

"Before you say anything, Miss Stormchaser, May I asks why you want to help? Mind you, we tickle torture you to make you talk." I asked as Cadence noticed the subtle look of rapture on the face of the Pegasus mare went. I mentioned her being tickle torture.

"I have worked for the Los Ungulas Chronicle newspaper for many years. In my career, I had to be as tough as any stallion reporter to move up the ladder to be the top reporter for the paper. During that time, I had to put aside my marehood to do my job. Then you and your mares took me captive, tickle tortured me till I talked. I felt my fake toughness melt away and my marehood return. I enjoyed feeling my toughness go away and allowing my marehood to enjoy the weakness. In other words, Mr. Silverlight, I want you to tickle torture me more; that's why I want to help." Anita explains as she finally notices Miss Aperture walking about in the office in her gorgeous bare feet with her light purple eyes shining with pleasure.

"Heheheh…Well, Justice, it looks like you got another willing mare, a Pegasus, this time. But anyway, Miss Stormchaser." Cadence comment as the Pegasus mare raises her hand to stop Cadence.

"If you don't mind, please call me Anita…If I am going to allow my sensitive feet to be exploited like that. I would prefer to be called by my first name." Anita asked politely as Cadence and I agreed to call her by her first name.

"As you wish, Anita…So Anita, what is this rumour you mention?" I asked as Cadence hopped up in front of my desk and sat down before crossing her long Alicorn legs.

"I don't know if you heard about the killing of the three nightclub singers in Tampa Neigh some time ago?" Anita asked as Cadence, and I looked at each other, blinking with surprise.

"From that look on your faces, you probably didn't hear about it. The authority in Tampa Neigh quickly put a lid on the killing of those three nightclub singers. To protect the reputation of Tampa Neigh being a very safe city.” Anita explains as the breath catches in our throats.

"The three-night club singers were suspected of being the heads of the siren syndicate in Tampa Neigh," Anita said as Cadence, and I gasped at the information Anita told us.

“As for the rumor…word on the street has it that a new syndicate based in Chicoltgo is the one that orchestrates the killing of the heads of the Siren syndicate. If the rumor is true, there's a good chance the new syndicate looks for those stolen war gems and is pulling the strings on the Buttonbelle Syndicate."Anita explains, flipping the palm of her hand right side up toward the ceiling.

"Let's say that the rumor is true, that the new syndicate is looking for the stolen war gems. The question that comes up is why?" I inquired as I drummed my fingers on my desk, waiting for an answer.

"From my mentor, who has been following the story since the beginning. Before he retired from the Los Ungulas chronicle newspaper and left me with all his notes. Three gems in the collection are worth more than the whole collection. They are a Pink Diamond, Black Opal and Red Beryl." Anita explains as Cadence, and I gape in stunned silence.