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1. Flirt with the guard 31.25% (5 votes)
2. Look for the pony the guard is looking for. 31.25% (5 votes)
3. Try to find the club 18.75% (3 votes)
4. Convince Pipp to help her find the pony the guard is looking for 12.5% - (2 votes) (Reader Entry!)
5. Go back to Pipp - 6.25% (1 votes)
6. Tell Queen Haven about what the guard is doing - 0% (0 votes)

Zipp attempts to flirt with the guard, AND looks for the pony the guard is looking for.

Zipp takes a moment to look the guard up and down. She is a well-toned mare, small in stature with broad, well-groomed wings. She stood up straight and tall and had a refined and stoic gaze. Her guard armour did her favours in slimming down her hips even more, accentuating her feminine curves.

“So got nothing to do, then?” Zipp asked. She tried to make herself look alluring and stood in a similar fashion.

“Well, I should really report back to my CO, but I suppose the investigation is at a standstill for now.” The guard answered matter-of-factly, paying little attention to Zipp.

“Maybe you could help me with something? Upstairs, in my room.” Zipp turned away, flicking her tail up and away, to give the guardsmare a perfect view of her rear and the tight fillylips nestled between her thighs.

The guard only briefly glanced at Zipp, ready to dismiss whatever shenanigans the young princess was trying to get her into, but what she saw instead gave her pause. Her whole face lit up a deep reddish hue, all the way to the tips of her ears. Her eyes went wide and the fur on the back of her neck bristled up.

“I-I…what?” The mare asked in disbelief. She suddenly looked very uncomfortable, and began shifting from hoof to hoof.

“You know what I mean. I’ve got some home work that I need help with. On pony anatomy.” Zipp waggled her eyebrows. She arched her back a little, stuck out her rump and shook it briefly. From the corner of her eye, she made sure no one was watching. She couldn’t see anypony doing that, but she felt eyes on her.

“W-whoa. You’re trying to…no way, this is a trap. Nope. Nopenopenopenope.” The guard shook her head rapidly. She grabbed her helmet, stuffed it back onto her head, and in the blink of an eye turned tail for the door. She was gone in seconds, rushing down the hall for some unknown emergency before Zipp even had the time to realize.

Well that was a bust.

Feeling a little defeated with her frustration mounting, Zipp turned her attention back to the crowd. Maybe she could focus her attention on the mystery, instead. Zipp did love a good case, and with the guard gone this was a perfect opportunity to investigate unabated. Plus, it would keep her within the ballroom, so her mother wouldn’t complain.

There were a lot of ponies, and the lights were dimmed enough that Zipp found it difficult to make out faces until she was close. Not to mention the challenges her limited, filly-sized height afforded her. She didn’t even know what this pony was supposed to look or sound like. She began having second thoughts about her usefulness in this particular situation.

She pushed through throngs of ponies. There was no question that this was on the more crowded end of Queen Haven’s usual events. Perhaps there was a reason for that, a specific occasion Zipp wasn’t aware of. She tried to think back to everything her mother had said in the preceding days, but nothing struck her as out of the ordinary or hinting at a holiday Zipp might have misremembered.

Her thoughts were cut short when, as she brushed past a burly stallion, she felt a hoof fall onto her rump. Her path was blocked by ponies in front of her paying little attention to their surroundings, and she felt stuck in place. The hoof wandered down, under her dress, flicking fabric aside. It grabbed her tail, tucked it sharply. She stepped back, led by the tail, and the hoof found her bare rump. It groped and squeezed deliberately. Then, almost as soon as it had been there, it disappeared.

Zipp whirled around, ready to face her molester with fury, but she had neither eyes nor ears of where those hooves had gone. A faint, musky smell of alcohol lingered near her. She looked up at the source to find the burly stallion gazing down at her with a sickening grin. He bent down to lean close, whispering in her ear. Except, thanks to the music and crowd it was more like yelling.

“You’ve got quite the rump on yeh.” His breath was repugnant and horrible. Zipp wanted to gag. “Bet you’ve had yer way around a few colts, eh? How’s about you and I find ourselves a nice quiet spot outside and ‘get to know each other’. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a job offer for yeh?”

Zipp recoiled in shock. The stallion laughed sharply and put a hoof on her back. He was strong, strong enough to pin her to the floor if he wanted to

“Saw you talkin’ to that guard over there,” he continued, “Suppose she was looking for me, eh? But you made quick work of her. I can tell you know how to get what you want, and what older ponies want from you, don’t ya? So how’s about it?”

Zipp barely understood why, but she suddenly felt vulnerable and shy. This stallion knew how to take what he wanted, and judging by his intense, predatory gaze, he had already decided that he wanted her. She could lead him outside and hopefully run into a guard so he would get caught, but that could be dangerous. She could lead him to Pipp, who was notorious for her long tangents and would easily keep him busy until Zipp found a guard.

But then, there was the itch in her backside; a part of her wanted to lead him to her chambers and let him have his way with her. Maybe he could tell her more about the club. Did she really want that? She felt a small chill run up her spine.

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