The Ponyville Prowler

Silence hung over the moonlit streets of Ponyville. The many homes and shops that lined those quaint little avenues were dark and quiet, every last one, its fearful citizens too busy cowering under their blankets to enjoy the beautiful night. No nighttime birds sailed through that still air, and no crickets chirped their soothing songs. Even the gentle summer wind seemed to be holding its breath, lest it disturb that almost unnerving peace.

So it was that, as the little mare named Ersatz Quarry walked down those silent, empty streets, the only sounds she heard were the soft crunch of dirt beneath her feet, and the booming thumps of her own heart.

Her feet, decorated with nail polish of a bright, almost garish pink, and squeezed into open-toed heels of the same color, trod upon the ground at a casual, almost carefree pace, as if she were in no hurry to get where she was going. Her slender, girlish legs were bare, and led up to a set of hips that, while not particularly wide, swayed slowly and sensually as she walked, a sight alluring enough to have ignited the passions of any red-blooded stallion. Clinging tightly to those hips was a pair of scandalously short pink shorts that did not even conceal the entirety of her pert little bottom, allowing a teensy bit of those soft cheeks to slip out the bottom. Rising up above those hips was a smooth, lavender-colored tummy left bare by a teeny-tiny tube top of the same pink as the rest of her attire. Her breasts were small, barely a handful, yet were perky enough to hold their teardrop shape even without the aid of a bra. Her shoulders were bare, and her slender arms led down to hands tipped by long, pink nails. A pretty, pink tail swished and swayed behind her, while the luscious, pink locks atop her head had been done up in twintails, accentuating her youthful, girlish appearance. Her face was as lovely as the rest of her, her soft, smiling lips smeared with pink lip gloss, her long lashes thick with mascara, and her spiraling horn polished like a mirror. Perhaps the only thing out of place about that mare's stunningly sexy appearance were her eyes, eyes which, while as big and beautiful as a pair of sparkling amethysts, betrayed the tense, anxious fear that filled her heart.

She was right to be afraid, of course. She knew what was out there, lurking in the shadows. She knew that, at any moment, her quiet, peaceful walk might become something else entirely. She dreaded that moment as the minutes slowly passed by...but she also hoped against hope that it would come.

You see, Ersatz Quarry was not like those poor, innocent mares who had walked blindly into the waiting arms of the monster who had terrorized that little town for the past two weeks. She knew what she was getting into, and she knew exactly what she would do once she got into it. It was all part of the plan, you see, the plan that she had spent many hours preparing, organizing, and checklisting for.

Ersatz Quarry, if you couldn't guess, was much more than she appeared to be. Everything about her, in fact, was deceiving, from her appearance, to her mannerisms, and even to her name. Those elements had been carefully designed for the one who now wore that persona, the one who was currently doing her very best to play her role in that grand charade: the little unicorn named Twilight Sparkle.

Just relax, Twilight. Just relax. Any minute now. Any minute now.

Twilight allowed herself a calming sigh as she strode down the street. Despite the anxiety she felt, she was doing a commendable job at keeping a level head, especially given how prone that little egghead was to cracking under pressure. Still, she was understandably on edge, and so mentally reviewed her plan as she went along, as if doing so enough times would ensure its success.

It was a simple plan...foolishly simple, some might have said. If she and her friends could not get to the Prowler, as their many failed attempts to do so had made clear, then it was only logical that they get the Prowler to come to them, and there seemed to be no better bait for that villainous pervert than a vulnerable, defenseless little mare all alone on a dark night.

Her friends had objected, predictably. The idea of Twilight willingly putting herself in harm's way, acting as live bait for the Prowler, had been abhorrent to them. They had argued about it for a while, her friends insisting that there had to be some other way to catch the Prowler, despite not having any better ideas. In the end, it had been Rainbow Dash who had come to Twilight's aid, passionately commending her bravery for taking on such a dangerous mission, and saying that any one of them would have done the same if it meant protecting the mares of Ponyville. That had ended the argument quickly, and although they had still feared for Twilight's safety, the rest of her friends had agreed to help her.

The trickiest part of the plan by far had been turning the prim and proper Twilight into the lovely and lascivious Ersatz Quarry, a mare that the Prowler could not possibly ignore. Rarity had done most of the heavy lifting in that regard, designing an ensemble that was sexy enough to make Twilight downright irresistible, but not so sexy as to arouse suspicion. Added onto that had been a generous amount of pink hair dye, makeup, and some false nails in order to make Twilight truly unrecognizable, as if she were just some sexy little mare out for an evening stroll, rather than the powerful, determined unicorn that she was. Unsatisfied with Twilight's chaste, unprovocative demeanor, Rarity had also spent quite a while showing Twilight how to use what her mama gave her, teaching the nerdy mare how to sway her hips, swish her tail, bat her eyelashes, and do all of the hundred other little things that mares do to draw attention to themselves. While she wouldn't be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon, Twilight had been deemed proficient enough in the feminine arts to play her role, and so they had carried on with their plan.

Her friends had, of course, asked why Twilight had to put herself in danger all alone, without them by her side. Twilight had been quick to point out that the Prowler almost certainly would not have attempted to ambush a small group of mares walking together, making the whole exercise pointless. No, if they were to catch the Prowler, then they could not take any such chances. The Prowler had demonstrated herself to be wily and clever, and would no doubt be able to sniff out any obvious traps. For that reason, Twilight and the girls had done their best to make it seem like nothing was amiss. The guards' patrols had been unaltered, as such a move would have been easily noticeable and quite suspicious, although they had been told to keep their distance from the little pink-haired mare. Twilight's friends, meanwhile, had been positioned in strategically chosen locations throughout Ponyville, under strict orders not to come to her aid until she signaled for help, lest they scare away the Prowler. That signal would come in the form of a bright, magical flare Twilight planned to send up from her horn as soon as she caught sight of the villain.

It seemed so straightforward, and yet Twilight, as one might expect, was still able to fret and fuss over every conceivable way the plan could go awry. She had been tense and poised ever since she had begun her walk almost half an hour earlier, ready for anything, but as the time had passed, and nothing of note had actually happened, her focus had waned. She was growing impatient, and paranoid, fearing that, somehow, the Prowler had discovered her plan and was deliberately avoiding her. Suffice it to say, Twilight was a bit jumpy as she turned off of the street and sauntered down a nearby alleyway, a pair of lustful eyes watching her from the shadows as she went.

Twilight had walked down many of Ponyville's alleys that night, calculating that the Prowler was most likely to attack her in such a secluded location. That alley, however, seemed to be no different from all the others, just a thin little passage decorated with a few old fliers on the walls and a few dented trash cans. Still, Twilight kept her guard up as she walked down the alley. After all, the Prowler could sneak up on her at any—

Rattle!

A fraction of a second after Twilight heard the metallic rattle of a trash can behind her, she was already whipping around, her horn igniting with magical power. In the blink of an eye, she had readied and loosed the stunning spell that she had been waiting to cast all night long. A luminescent beam of pinkish-purplish energy shot from the tip of her horn, sailing through the air straight towards the one who stood beside the trash can just a few yards away from her. A heartbeat later, the light had faded, and Twilight looked upon the spot she had fired upon, where she saw...

A stray cat, still clutching a morsel of food it had nabbed from the trashcan between its teeth.

"Meow?" said the cat, surprised and confused at why its body has suddenly become as stiff as a statue. A moment later, it toppled down onto the ground beside it, unharmed, barring its sudden petrification.

It took a few moments for Twilight's panicked brain to process that the creature before her was not, in fact, a dangerous mare-molester, but merely a harmless kitty-cat. Shock and embarrassment quickly replaced fear, and Twilight was grateful that Fluttershy was not there to witness the act of accidental animal abuse.

"Oh my gosh!" said Twilight. "I-I'm so sorry! Uh...here, let me..."

Twilight was readying her magic, preparing to cast the spell that would restore the cat to its normal state, when, suddenly, she felt a small weight on her head, and the spell dissipated like dust in the wind. All of her magical power was gone, in fact, the sudden disappearance sending a shiver down her spine. It would have been difficult to describe such a unique feeling to a non-unicorn, but for ponies such as Twilight, ponies whose magical abilities were as much a part of them as their arms or legs, it felt comparable to the feeling of one of those limbs going completely and utterly limp. She could still feel her magic; it was still connected to her, and yet it merely sat there like a piece of meat, a dead weight that she was incapable of prodding to life again.

Twilight let out a sharp gasp as she became aware of her sudden impotence, and reflexively looked up at her horn, leaning her head back, as if that would somehow give her a better look at something that was attached to her forehead. Despite the awkward angle, she could clearly see the little ring of black metal that sat snugly on her horn about halfway down its length. She could also see past her horn, up above her head, where she saw the grinning face of the one hovering in midair above her.

"Hey, cutie," came the raspy voice of the Ponyville Prowler.

The instant Twilight recovered from her shock, she opened her mouth wide, preparing to let loose as loud of a cry for help as she could. The Prowler, however, clearly anticipating such an action, took advantage of the opportunity to shove something big and soft into Twilight's mouth. Twilight had barely gotten out a single letter of her plea before her scream was abruptly muffled by what she knew was undoubtedly a sock, even before she tasted its sweaty fabric.

Twilight let out a stream of muffled screams, cries, and curses as the Prowler grabbed her arms from behind and forced her up against one of the alley's walls. The Prowler held her there, her chest pressed against the side of the building, while she pulled her arms behind her and began to bind her in her usual fashion. Twilight wriggled and writhed in the Prowler's strong grip, desperately trying to break free, but the little bookworm was just too weak to escape. She desperately kicked backwards, hoping to jab the Prowler with her heels, but the Prowler merely raised her legs up and out of Twilight's reach as she hovered behind her. Twilight's magic was no use to her either; she tried again and again to summon her magic, trying to cast a teleportation spell, a shield spell, or any spell for that matter, but was unable to rouse her horn to life.

"You know, I kinda like this plan of yours," the Prowler said teasingly. "I saw right through your little disguise, of course, but when I saw you all dressed up like some slutty streetwalker, I just couldn't resist! It was a good plan, but...it probably needed a little more work." As she said this, the Prowler reached up and tapped the ring on Twilight's horn for emphasis, before returning to her knotwork.

A horn ring! A horn ring! Why didn't I think of that? Why in Equestria didn't I think of that?

Twilight mentally lambasted herself for not considering that possibility. Then again, why should she have? A horn ring was such a trivial thing, just the magical equivalent of the fuzzy handcuffs one might buy at a seedy sex shop. They were just for pretend, just for ponies looking to spice up their bedroom activities a little, and were not a serious restraint...provided you knew the magical safeword to deactivate them. Unfortunately for Twilight, the Prowler did not seem inclined to share that safeword with her.

"There we go!" said the Prowler as she gave Twilight's knotted tail one last tug, securing the makeshift binding around Twilight's wrists.

Twilight angrily demanded that she be released, and struggled to wrench her hands free from their bindings, but her muffled words fell on deaf ears, and her frantic pulling only succeeded in giving her tail a few painful tugs.

"You know," said the Prowler, wrapping her arms around Twilight from behind in a mockery of a loving embrace, "I normally like to take my time with this...play with my food a little." As she said this, the Prowler's hand wandered up to Twilight's tube top, slipping a finger beneath it and tugging it down slightly, revealing a tantalizing inch of the lavender cleavage it concealed. "But...I think I'm gonna get my meal to go tonight."

Twilight's anger and frustration quickly turned to desperate fear as she realized the unfortunate predicament she was in. There was no way she could physically overpower the Prowler, and without her magic, she had no other way of escaping. Her friends would not be coming to her aid; they would be waiting for Twilight's magical signal, which she was now incapable of sending. There were no guards nearby either; she had been intentionally avoiding them, lest they scare away the Prowler. Twilight's plan to get some time together with the Prowler had worked a little too well, it seemed.

Twilight had only a moment to consider this, however, before the Prowler suddenly swept her off her feet, picking her up in a princess carry.

"Hang on tight!" said the Prowler as she spread her wings wide.

Twilight's eyes went wide, and she wriggled in the Prowler's grip, but was unable to prevent those powerful wings from flapping, sending both ponies shooting straight upwards.

Twilight screamed in terror as the Prowler zipped through the air, darting to and fro over the rooftops of Ponyville, but she could not even hear her own muffled voice over the whistling of the wind rushing past her. She tried in vain to keep track of the buildings they passed by, but the two flew past them so quickly and so erratically that she was soon disoriented on top of terrified. If she had had a better view, and been in a more analytical mindset, Twilight might have realized that the Prowler was zig-zagging through Ponyville's airspace in such a way as to avoid the eyes of the patrolling guards. The Prowler was also flying low, practically skimming the thatched roofs of the homes beneath them, keeping her out of sight of Twilight's friends, whose eyes were currently glued to the skies far above, watching for a firework that would never come.

However, that all changed once Twilight and the Prowler had flown past the very edge of Ponyville, soaring over the wide, green meadows and low hills that lay just beyond the town. There, the Prowler dispensed with stealth. There, the Prowler slowly angled her trajectory, veering upwards from her previously horizontal path, sending the two of them rocketing straight up into the air. Twilight's stomach tingled as she felt the intense G-forces of their rapid ascent, and screamed again. She watched in horror as Ponyville shrunk into the distance, and the scattered clouds overhead grew closer and closer. Eventually, however, the two came to a stop, the Prowler spreading her wings and grinding to a halt so quickly that Twilight's inertia sent her shooting up several extra feet into the air. Twilight screamed and wriggled in midair as she rose, and then slowly fell back down into the waiting arms of the Prowler.

For several moments, Twilight could do nothing but tremble from the heart-stopping ride she had just been on. Slowly, she turned her head and looked down at Ponyville far below. Those pretty little houses and shops looked as small to her eyes as those one might see decorating a model train display. As she looked upon the familiar town from that unfamiliar angle, taking in the sight of it and the miles of meadows and woodland that surrounded it, Twilight whimpered in fear, realizing just how high up she was.

"Aww...What's the matter?" said the Prowler. "Afraid of heights?"

Twilight looked back at the Prowler, seeing the smug look upon her assailant's face. While still absolutely terrified, Twilight's earlier indignant rage slowly returned, and she hurled a volley of angry exclamations in the Prowler's direction.

Let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me go! Let me go, you...you pervert! Let me go right this instant!

The Prowler, of course, heard none of this, Twilight's voice still being muffled by her makeshift gag, but she got the gist of what Twilight was trying to convey.

"Oh? Oh, what's that?" said the Prowler, cocking an ear. "You want me to let you go?"

Twilight nodded enthusiastically, and grunted her affirmation.

The Prowler shrugged. "Okay," she said, "whatever you say."

Yes! Just let me go and then...wait, no no no no no no no no!

An instant too late, Twilight recognized the trap she had walked into. She screamed long and loud as the Prowler did as Twilight had commanded, releasing the little unicorn and allowing her to plummet down towards the ground. Twilight kicked and squirmed as she fell, her eyes glued to the ground, which was rushing towards her at a frightening speed. In the span of a few seconds, Twilight saw her life flash before her eyes, thinking to herself that she should have read more books.

While it felt to Twilight as if she were falling for hours, in reality, it was only a moment or two before she saw a flash of motion beneath her, and felt a pair of strong arms catch her, slowing her to a halt. The Prowler chuckled as she adjusted Twilight, getting the mare into a princess carry once again.

"You should see the look on your face!" said the Prowler.

Twilight panted heavily, and her body trembled from the buckets' worth of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She stared silently at the Prowler, too terrified of provoking the madmare to risk another word.

"Oh, come on!" said the Prowler. "You gotta admit that was a little bit fun!"

Twilight repeated her muffled pleas for release, but this time, her tone was noticeably less demanding and noticeably more fearful, even with gag muffling her.

"Huh? You want me to play with you some more?" said the Prowler, her devious grin widening. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

The next few minutes were a wild ride for Twilight. The Prowler gleefully subjected her to further "entertainment", tossing the little mare about like a filly playing with her dolly. The Prowler would throw her into the air, letting Twilight scream and flail for a moment, before catching her once again. She would fake-drop Twilight, just to mess with her, and then actually drop her, allowing Twilight to plummet for a few seconds, before inevitably coming to her rescue. Twilight had never before felt so helpless, so completely at the mercy of somepony else, as she did then.

As she played with her new toy, hefting and hurling her around with ease, the Prowler snuck in playful squeezes of Twilight's cute little buns and her perky tits, although Twilight was much too busy being afraid to feel any shame at this perverted treatment. In fact, Twilight, abandoning any notions of modesty or self-respect in favor of self-preservation, tried desperately to cling to her tormentor, wrapping her legs around the Prowler's waist and squeezing tightly.

"Aww...You wanna wrap your legs around me?" the Prowler teased. "Well, just hang on a little bit longer. We're almost there, then you can hold me as much as you want."

Twilight had not noticed it, due to being a bit preoccupied with not falling to her doom, but the Prowler had been slowly making her way further away from town as she had toyed with Twilight. Now, Twilight looked up, following the Prowler's gaze towards a big, fluffy cloud that hovered just a short distance away. After a few more moments and a few more playful gropes, the two reached the cloud, then dove straight on into it. Twilight felt the touch of cool mist upon her face as they plunged into that fluffy mass, a feeling that would probably have been soothing, had she been in the correct mental state to appreciate it.

A moment later, the two emerged into what Twilight quickly realized was some sort of hollowed out space in the center of the cloud. The space was not particularly big, being around the size of a child's treehouse, just big enough to stand up and move around in comfortably. Twilight might have called it cozy, had such a wholesome word not felt inappropriate to describe the hideout of a depraved mare-molester. The Prowler's hideout was mostly empty, with the notable exception of the big mattress and accompanying pillow that lay in the middle of the space, their fabric bearing stains from indeterminate fluids that Twilight did not contemplate for too long. Several other smaller items lay scattered about the cloudy floor: empty cans of energy drink, a half-eaten bag of chips, and some old socks to name a few. Some of the more worrying articles that Twilight noticed were several dildos of varying size, material, and color, and a half-empty bottle of lubricant, which forced Twilight to recall the experiences of the Prowler's previous victims. Despite having read several books on the subject, Twilight still did not fully understand the physics-defying ability of pegasi to support objects on top of clouds; still, if the pegasi could make clouds capable of supporting entire coliseums, then she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised to see a mere mattress supported on one.

"Ah...here we are," said the Prowler.

The Prowler landed on the fluffy floor of the hideout, which squished beneath her feet like a sofa cushion. She approached the mattress, then pried the still-quivering Twilight off of her, gently tossing her down onto the mattress. Twilight made a soft pomf as she fell upon the mattress, which bounced her back up slightly, but she quickly came to rest.

"Here, lemme get that for you," said the Prowler casually, before reaching down and pulling the sock out of Twilight's mouth.

While she may have been scared out of her wits, Twilight was still able to recognize the opportunity her un-gagging presented, and promptly took advantage of it. She immediately sat up and turned her head towards Ponyville, before shouting at the top of her lungs. "Help! Help! Somepony hel—" she began, before the Prowler placed a strong hand over her mouth, silencing her.

"Jeez, you're gonna blow out my eardrums screaming like that!" said the Prowler. "Why do all the mares I bring up here think that'll do any good? We're inside a cloud, egghead! Nopony in Ponyville is gonna hear us, so do us both a favor and save your breath."

Twilight's muffled cries slowly died away as the Prowler's words filtered into her panicked brain. As much as she hated to admit it, the Prowler was right: she was too far away and too muffled by the fluffy cloud around her for anypony in town to hear her pleas for help. In fact, that was something she had realized when analyzing the stories of the Prowler's previous victims, who had made similarly fruitless attempts at calling for help. In her panic, she had forgotten that detail, a fact which she silently chastized herself for.

Twilight took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. Now that the Prowler was no longer tossing her about through the air, her terror gradually waned, making way for the mare's sense of reason. She was still scared, of course, yet she was able to recognize that screaming and babbling like a madmare would not help her get out of that sticky situation. No, if she had any hope of escaping her captor, then she would need to use that big brain of hers to come up with a solution.

Seemingly satisfied with Twilight's calmer demeanor, the Prowler removed her hand, allowing Twilight to take several heavy, gasping breaths. "There we go," said the Prowler with a smile. "You caught on a lot quicker than the others did. Heck, Lyra was screaming pretty much the whole time she was up here. Of course, not all of that screaming was 'cause she was afraid." The Prowler's lecherous smile made it perfectly clear what she meant by that.

Twilight fought to keep a straight face as she glared up at the Prowler, refusing to let her fear and disgust show. The Prowler chuckled at Twilight's non-reaction as she stood up and casually walked away from the mattress.

As her heartbeat slowed, and her trembling body gradually calmed, Twilight looked up at the Prowler, getting a good look at her abductor for the first time. As she had suspected, the Prowler was clearly a mare, although she might have had difficulty discerning that had the Prowler not been dressed in such revealing clothes. As her previous victims had attested to, the Prowler's body was lithe and slender, yet powerful, like the blade of a slashing saber. She was covered from head to toe in toned, sculpted muscle, although this did not diminish from the mare's feminine allure one bit. She was like some marble statue carved by the ancient pegasi: the very image of physical perfection as defined by classical aesthetics. Her long legs led up to a set of hips covered in tight spandex shorts which emphasized her iron buns and the subtle cameltoe between her thighs. A black sports bra concealed her breasts, which looked to be even smaller than Twilight's humble pair, while leaving the rest of her torso bare, allowing Twilight to gaze upon her muscular back, and the set of sculpted abs upon her flat tummy. Both her arms and the pair of feathered wings now folded against her back were clearly muscular and powerful, yet paradoxically sleek and feminine in appearance. All in all, she had the sort of body that many mares would have traded their souls to posses...or to spend an evening rubbing up against.

The Prowler bent at the hip, reaching down to slip off the pair of running shoes she wore, and presenting Twilight with an excellent view of her tight, toned tushie. Twilight had a brief urge to nibble on those beautiful buns, but she banished the thought as quickly as it had arrived. That was no time to let her baser desires rule her, she told herself.

Quickly refocusing, Twilight looked upon the Prowler again, focusing on the more meaningful aspects of her appearance. The Prowler's coat, as her victims' testimony had suggested, was a sort of sky blue, although it was a bit difficult to make that out, as the pale moonlight that filtered through the cloud made everything within appear dim and washed-out. Despite this, Twilight was still able to make out the Prowler's long mane and tail, and quickly realized why her victims had given such differing accounts of her hair color. The Prowler's hair was not blue, or red, or green, but all of those at once, her multicolored mane boasting streaks of every color of the rainbow. Unfortunately, the Prowler's cutie mark was obscured by her shorts, and the top half of her face was covered by the black bandit mask her victims had described, preventing any easy identification.

Sky blue coat and a rainbow mane? Why does that sound so familiar? Oh, if only she would take off that mask...or let me get a good look at her ass...for science, of course.

The Prowler sighed in relief as she yanked off her gym socks and placed her bare feet on the cool, fluffy floor beneath her. She stood up straight, doing some quick stretches, before glancing back at where Twilight sat on the mattress. "Hey, you want somethin' to drink?" she said casually. "I think I got a fresh one of these somewhere." As she said this, she rummaged through the cans of energy drink littering the floor, shaking them to feel how full they were.

Twilight's jaw tightened. She had heard that the Prowler liked to engage in idle chit-chat with her victims, as if she were an old friend of theirs who had invited them over to hang out, rather than a dangerous criminal intent on violating them. Twilight believed the Prowler had done this in order to get the mares to lower their guards, and make them less inclined to escape. Well, it didn't matter what kind of mind games the Prowler wanted to play, Twilight told herself, she was not about to lower her guard even for even a moment.

"Ah-ha!" said the Prowler as they found an unopened can amidst the garbage. She presented it to Twilight, shaking it enticingly, but when she saw the hard scowl upon her captive's face, her grin faded. "Oh, come on. It's not poisoned or drugged or anything. I'm into some kinky shit, I'll admit, but I'm not into that kind of stuff!" When Twilight remained silent, the Prowler shrugged. "Ah well, more for me then!" She quickly cracked open the energy drink and chugged what must have been half of the can's contents, before letting out a satisfied sigh. "Ah...that's the stuff!" She lowered the can to the floor and wedged it into the cloud, which held the can as solidly as if it were made of snow.

As she observed the Prowler's bizarrely friendly behavior, Twilight worked to come up with some sort of plan. Obviously, her first priority was to escape the Prowler's clutches, but stuck high up in the Prowler's hideout as she was, and without any wings of her own, she could not simply walk away. She could try to free her horn, but the Prowler would surely notice and stop her if she tried to escape her bindings. Her only hope, therefore, was if somepony else came to her rescue, her friends being the most likely candidates. Eventually, her friends would surely realize that something had gone amiss, and would come looking for her. All she had to do was stall for time, something that Twilight thought she might be capable of doing. The Prowler seemed to be quite chatty, after all, so if Twilight could just keep her talking long enough...

"Why are you doing this?" Twilight said flatly.

"Huh?" said the Prowler confusedly. "Why am I doing what?"

The Prowler's casual response struck a nerve with Twilight, and her anger flared up. "This!" she said, her voice growing louder with every word. "All of this! Why are you kidnapping mares? Why are you doing such horrible things to them? You...Who are you?"

"Woah, woah, woah!" said the Prowler, holding out a calming hand. "Take it easy, Twilight! One thing at a time." She chuckled, as if Twilight were getting all upset over nothing.

Twilight took a deep breath, then snorted like an angry bull. "Who...are...you?" she said through gritted teeth.

The Prowler's smug grin returned. "Who am I?" she said. "You think I'm just gonna tell you? Aren't you supposed to be the detective here?"

"Who are you?" Twilight repeated, ignoring the Prowler's taunting.

The Prowler seemed to consider the question for a moment. "Who am I?" she said. "Hmm...who knows?" She slowly approached Twilight, like a lioness creeping up on a cornered gazelle. "I could be anypony. I could be...your neighbor. I could be...the mailmare. I could be your best friend." She slowly circled Twilight as she said this, then suddenly ducked down, pressing her lips against Twilight's ear. "I could even be Princess Celestia in disguise. Ever think of that?"

For a brief moment, the many lewd fantasies that had snuck their way into Twilight's mind over the past two weeks suddenly resurfaced, only this time, instead of Twilight imagining herself being molested by some faceless, shadowy figure, she found herself staring into the divinely beautiful face of her beloved mentor Princess Celestia, the regal mare smiling warmly as she pressed her voluptuous body against Twilight's and slipped her fingers between Twilight's legs. Twilight quickly forced those shameful thoughts out of her mind, but not quickly enough to keep her thighs from quivering in excitement.

Twilight turned to face the Prowler, glaring up at her grinning face. "Princess Celestia would never do something so horrible!" she declared. "My friends wouldn't either, so don't even joke about that! Why don't you stop playing around and just take off that mask already...unless you're scared of me seeing your face." It was a gamble. Twilight knew that the Prowler was prideful and arrogant, so perhaps such an accusation would get under the Prowler's skin.

"Hey! I'm not scared of anything!" said the Prowler, her smile vanishing. "I don't want the royal guard to come knocking on my door or anything, but that's doesn't mean I'm scared! Besides..." She stood before Twilight, her lips stretching into a hungry grin as she stared down at her captive. "It's so much hotter this way."

Twilight sneered in disgust and looked away. The Prowler leaned down and grabbed Twilight's chin, forcing Twilight to look into her face.

"Don't deny it," said the Prowler. "Don't tell me it isn't hot as hell to think about some mysterious stranger jumping you when you're all alone at night, then putting your sexy little body through the wringer. I wonder how many times you've imagined that recently."

Twilight fought to keep a straight face, but she was powerless to stop her cheeks from reddening.

The Prowler chuckled as she released Twilight and stood up straight again. "So, no," she said. "The mask stays on. Although...I can meet you halfway." She slowly turned around, facing away from Twilight and looking back over her shoulder. "I bet you've been wanting to get a good look at my ass, huh?" She lifted her tail and slowly wiggled her hips, presenting her perfect posterior to Twilight.

"What? No!" said Twilight reflexively. "I mean...I've been wanting to see your cutie mark, yes, but not..." She trailed off as her eyes wandered back to the spandex-clad cheeks just a couple of feet away from her face.

The Prowler chuckled as she saw the distracted look on Twilight's face. "Don't worry, Twilight," she said. "I know what you want."

The Prowler slowly moved her hands to her hips, slipping her thumbs into her shorts. Ever-so-slowly, she began to work her shorts down her hips, and at the same time, swayed her ass back and forth in a sultry striptease.

Twilight wanted to look away, but her eyes remained locked on those glorious glutes, for more reasons than one. If there was even a sliver of a chance that the Prowler would actually show Twilight her cutie mark, then Twilight couldn't afford to miss it. She had to look at that ass...for science! At least, that's what Twilight told herself as her breathing grew heavier and her heartbeat quickened.

The Prowler spent several long moments pulling down her shorts, revealing her beautiful blue buns at an agonizingly slow rate. She watched Twilight's begrudgingly attentive expression all the while, gauging her reaction. When the first bit of her buns poked up over the fabric, she saw Twilight's eyes widen. When the first tantalizing inch of ass-cleavage was revealed, she saw Twilight nibble on her lip. Suddenly, she froze, her hands and her hips falling still for a long, dramatic moment. She waited, savoring Twilight's clear need to see more, and then, with one swift motion, yanked her shorts all the way down to her thighs.

Twilight gasped as she beheld that butt, poring over its tight, taut flesh, its smooth, sleek curves, and...the strips of black tape on the side of each cheek, concealing the cutie marks beneath. Disappointment briefly flashed through Twilight's mind, but it was almost immediately forgotten, as was every other thought that did not revolve around the succulent, sexy ass before her face. Twilight was soon lost in that ass, mesmerized by it, unable to tear her eyes away from that perfectly sculpted rear. She watched a bead of sweat slowly roll down one cheek, before disappearing into the canyon between them. She smelled the deliciously disgusting aroma that emanated from it, an incomparable mixture of salty sweat and thick, feminine musk. As she stared, the Prowler flexed her glutes, one at a time, a sight so invigorating that Twilight could not help but let out a little moan as she beheld it.

"Enjoying the show?" said the Prowler.

The sound of that raspy voice roused Twilight from her stupor, and she managed to tear her eyes away from the Prowler's ass, looking up at the aggravatingly smug grin upon her face. Twilight's anger quickly flared up at the sight of that grin, and she looked away indignantly.

"Aww, don't be like that," said the Prowler. "You should get a good look at the body you're gonna be worshiping pretty soon."

The Prowler turned around, facing Twilight, and as she did so, Twilight saw, out of the corner of her eye, something that she could not ignore. Right between the Prowler's toned thighs, and beneath her smooth, shaven mound, sat the most picturesque little pussy Twilight had ever seen. Those little blue lips, like every part of the Prowler's body, were tight and taut, pursed together to conceal her entrance from view. At the same time, they were thick and plump, boldly declaring that their owner was indeed a mare, not some little filly. The cherry on top of that feast for the eyes was the pretty little clit that sat nestled between those lips, practically begging to be touched and teased.

For a long moment, Twilight gazed upon that pussy, her mouth slowly gaping as the sight burned itself into her brain. Eventually, though, she managed to come to her senses, shaking her head and snapping her mouth shut. She quickly looked up at the Prowler, whose visible smugness was rising to insufferable levels. She gave the Prowler a stern, disgusted look, then looked away again. She silently willed herself to concentrate, realizing that she was doing a poor job of stalling the Prowler, and that she would continue to do so if she allowed herself to be distracted by the sexy body before her.

"Why are you doing this?" said Twilight. "Why kidnap me...and all those other mares? Why can't you just...just...?"

"Why can't I just pick up mares the 'normal' way?" said the Prowler, with accompanying air quotes. "Believe me, I could if I wanted to. If I wanted to, I could pick up pretty much any mare I wanted. It's really not that hard when you're as awesome as I am. All it takes is a quick flash of these abs, or this killer ass...and mares will practically throw themselves at me. In the past, that's usually been enough for me...bringing home a slut or two to play with, fucking their brains out, making them squeal...but lately, it's just gotten...boring. When you have thirsty little whores begging you to fuck them on a regular basis, it's...it's just not a challenge...it's just not as fun. On top of that, I've been under a lot of stress recently, so not being able to have fun fucking sexy little mares was really leaving me all pent-up."

The Prowler sighed heavily, slowly looking off into the distance, as if losing herself in thought, but when she looked back down at Twilight, her lips spread into predatory grin. "Of course, I figured out how to solve that problem," she said. "I figured out how to up the ante a bit...make things a little more exciting." She leaned down, grabbing Twilight's chin and forcing Twilight to look at her. "Why bother with talking and flirting and stuff like that...when I can just take whatever I want, whenever I want? It saves everypony a lot of time, and everypony wins! I get to have a nice, fun time domming little mares who actually put up a fight, and the mares get to enjoy the sort of good, hard fucking that they couldn't get anywhere else."

Twilight wrenched her head away. "Enjoy it?" she said, her voice tinged with disgust. "How can you say that? How can you possibly think that those mares enjoyed what you put them through?"

The Prowler suddenly broke out into a bout of hearty laughter. "Oh, come on, Twilight!" she said as she recovered. "Don't try to tell me I imagined all of those mares cumming their brains out. I was there, remember? I know they probably didn't say it, but...you talked to them. You know how much they enjoyed spending the night with me. I know you do. You're not an idiot, Twilight, so don't play dumb."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Twilight said reflexively, but even as the words left her lips, she knew it was a lie.

Twilight had indeed spoken to the Prowler's victims, listening to every sordid detail of their accounts. Throughout those interviews, the molested mares had spoken at length about how horrified, embarrassed, violated, and terrified their experiences had made them, and had lobbed pretty much every insult in the dictionary at the Prowler, making no secret of their supposed disdain for her. That being said, even as she had listened to them, Twilight had not been able to shake the feeling that the mares were being a bit...overzealous. The mares had certainly said that they had been horribly traumatized by their intense molestings, but Twilight had not really gotten that impression as she had listened to them eagerly recount every indecent thing the Prowler had done to them. Even as the mares had cursed the Prowler's name, Twilight could not help but notice the way their cheeks had flushed, their thighs had rubbed together, and they had nibbled their lips. Until that moment, Twilight had dismissed such reactions as the product of nerves, even when her own body had reacted in a similar fashion to the obscene stories she had heard.

When Twilight saw the Prowler chuckle, she realized that her face must have betrayed the truth that she could not being herself to admit.

"Come on, Twi," said the Prowler. "Just admit it. Just admit that those mares loved every second of it. I know you were probably hoping I was some big bad guy running around molesting mares 'cause of how evil and nasty I was. I bet you thought the princess would be really proud of you for catching somepony like that. The truth is, I'm just a mare who enjoys a little...proactive dating every now and then. Oh, and rough sex, but who doesn't like a little slap and tickle every now and then, emphasis on the 'slap'." She punctuated this with a quick spank she delivered to one of her own cheeks, the crack of her hand on her muscled glute like that of a bullwhip. "Those little mares sure did!"

"No! You...You are a bad guy!" said Twilight, her voice betraying her crumbling resolve. "You molested some of the most prominent mares in town! Just...Just leaving them out there in the open like that...and that writing! You can't expect me to believe all that was just...just for fun!"

Strangely, the Prowler's smile faded, and she sheepishly scratched the back of her head. "Yeah...I sorta get where you're comin' from," she said. "Honestly, that was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. After I finished fucking Spoiled's brains out, I was gonna try to clean her up a bit, but she just looked so fucking hot...just lying there like a used cum rag. I thought to myself, wouldn't it be hot if everypony in town could see her like this? So, I took her back to town, set her up nice and slutty, and marked her up a little bit for emphasis. I was worried it might have been a bit much, but when I saw those pictures the Enquirer got of her...I just couldn't help myself. I knew I had to do that again!"

"You're telling me you didn't have anything against those mares?" said Twilight. "That this has all just been some...some fetish of yours?"

"Of course I don't have anything against them," the Prowler chuckled. "Why would I? I mean...I think Spoiled is a huge bitch, but so does everypony. I didn't molest her just 'cause of that. She just happened to be in the right place at the right time. As for the mayor, well...I might have been a teensy bit annoyed at her for what she said about me that day, but it's not like I hated her or anything. I was just...paying her back a little. Of course, if I'd know how badly she needed a good fuck, I might have molested her a long time ago. Same with all those mares, actually."

The Prowler noticed the disgusted look Twilight was giving her. "Oh, don't give me that look," she said. You know I'm right. The mayor's been as frazzled as you these past couple weeks. Admittedly, that might have been slightly my fault, but that just meant it was my responsibility to help her chill out a bit, and I think I did pretty well on that front. Don't you?"

Twilight didn't answer. She couldn't bring herself to admit that Mayor Mare, who was normally wound tight even on a good day, had been abnormally calm and collected ever since her encounter with the Prowler.

The Prowler didn't wait for Twilight's response. "Same with Carrot Top," she said. "That mare works so hard that she doesn't even have time to date. I bet it'd been years since she'd gotten laid. She sure seemed to enjoy me setting that clock back down to zero."

Twilight had wondered why the hardworking Carrot Top had been so mellow recently, and had even lowered the prices at her carrot stand, despite historically driving such hard bargains.

"Lyra and Bon Bon?" the Prowler continued. "Heh...everypony knows those two haven't really been doing it for each other lately. It's a good thing I happened to be flying by that night. Turns out, nothing brings two mares closer together than a good, rough mare-molesting."

Lyra and Bon Bon's relationship problems had always been an open secret amongst certain circles. Because of this, it had come as a pleasant surprise to many to see how affectionate the two had been with each other recently...how happy, satisfied, and content they had seemed.

"And Spoiled?" chuckled the Prowler. "Oh, don't act like she didn't need to get knocked down a peg or two. That bitch spends so much time fucking over other ponies, but I don't think she'd gotten a good fuck herself in years. I fixed that right up, of course. I even got her to say 'please' and 'thank you' while I did it!"

Twilight had had the most difficulty ignoring Spoiled's recent change in mood. While the mare was still a huge bitch, it had seemed as if the Prowler, while rummaging around in Spoiled's ass, had managed to find the huge stick previously shoved up there, and had managed to dislodge it slightly. Rumor had it that Spoiled had stopped charging her maid for sick days, and had even approved the purchase of new textbooks for the local schoolhouse, something that Twilight could not pretend she was not happy about.

"Face it, Twilight," said the Prowler. "I'm the good guy here! I've just been giving the horny little mares of Ponyville the hard fuckings they need! I'm like some sort of superhero...a sex superhero, saving Ponyville from sexual frustration, one slut at a time! Heck, I've even got a superhero name! The Ponyville Prowler!" She slowly waved her hands before her, as if imagining the name up in lights. "I wonder how long it'll be before they start making merch?"

"Superheroes don't go around molesting innocent mares," Twilight said flatly.

The Prowler grinned, then bent at the waist, leaning down to bring her face closer to Twilight's. "If they did...I bet their comics would sell a lot better," she said.

"You're despicable," said Twilight. "You won't get away with this. I'll...I'll stop you!"

The Prowler chuckled as she rose. "I've been getting away with it for a while now," she said. "So...why don't you just chillax and...you can go back to worrying about your little investigation after we've had some fun together." As she said this, she reached up and took hold of her sports bra, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion.

Twilight was about to say something, but fell silent as she beheld the Prowler's beautiful blue boobs. They were indeed small, just big enough for her to avoid being called flat-chested, but like every other part of her body, they were perfectly shaped, as if sculpted by a master's hand. Those pretty little hills were perfectly perky as well, holding their shape just as well without a bra as they had with it, and each one was crested by the most adorable little pink nipple. So stunning was the sight of those tantalizing tits that Twilight remained frozen in awe...until they began to come closer to her.

Twilight gasped as the Prowler advanced towards her, moving as slow as a slinking snake. "Wait!" she cried, reflexively scooting away from the Prowler, as if that would do her any good. "You...You can't!" Her heartbeat quickened as she realized what was surely coming next. She frantically racked her brain, desperately trying to come up with something to delay her inevitable molesting further. When the Prowler suddenly planted a foot on Twilight's chest, however, and forced her down onto the mattress, the shock wiped Twilight's brain clean. Twilight merely stared up at the smiling face of her captor, her head resting comfortably on the pillow behind it, and the Prowler's foot pinning her firmly, but not painfully, to the mattress.

"I can't?" said the Prowler. "Can't what? I can't hold you down, rip those slutty clothes off of you, and go to town on that sexy little body of yours? I can't use you however I want, as hard as I want, for as long as I want? I can't make you cum over and over and over again...make you cum harder than you've ever cum in your entire life? I hate to break it to you, Twi, but...I can. I can...and I will." The smile that stretched across her lips sent a shiver down Twilight's spine, and made her moistening marehood clench in eager anticipation. "So...if you have any last words, I'd suggest you get 'em out now...'cause you're not gonna be doing anything but moaning and screaming for the rest of the night."

There were, in fact, many things that Twilight wanted to say in that moment, but she was too stunned, too terrified, and too horny to get a single word out in the 3.8 seconds she had before the Prowler pounced.