The Ponyville Prowler

The moon hung high over the little town of Ponyville, surrounded by a blanket of twinkling stars. The pale illumination of that great orb filtered down onto the town far below, but unlike most other nights, it did not fall upon still, quiet lanes or upon the heads of the odd night owl making their way home through the gloom. Rather, the moon shone down upon the town square, where its gentle light was overpowered by the warm, friendly glow of the dozens of festive lanterns that decorated the place. In the light of those lanterns, dozens of ponies met and mingled with one another, laughing at bad jokes, sampling the snacks filling the many snack tables, and dancing enthusiastically, if not skillfully, to the cheerful, rustic music of the band. Altogether, the revelers created quite a din, disturbing the otherwise peaceful quiet of the evening, but they could be forgiven for this; Ponyville's autumn harvest festival only came around once a year, after all.

Standing in the shadows a ways away from the fun, unseen, but seeing all, was a young mare by the name of Twilight Sparkle. Her pretty face, adorned with a soft smile, was framed by her neatly styled mane of dark blue, as usual. More unusual was her attire, the mare's petite frame being concealed beneath an unassuming, gray trench coat which covered everything from her neck down to her knees. The only other part of her ensemble to be seen was the pair of black, high-heeled shoes she wore, another unusual fashion choice for the modest, practical mare.

Twilight chuckled softly as she looked upon the familiar faces of her friends and neighbors, watching them make fools of themselves on the dance floor, help themselves to a little too much apple cider, or share smooches with their sweethearts when they thought nopony else was watching. It was all so carefree, she thought to herself, so uninhibited, but she did not fault them for that. Everypony deserved to cut loose and enjoy themselves once in a while; she would be quite the hypocrite to say otherwise. Besides, it was not as if they had anything to fear, being out late at night as they were. The streets of Ponyville were safe, and had been for weeks, all thanks to her.

The ponies of Ponyville had, of course, been quite on edge the night Twilight had been abducted by the Prowler, especially her friends, who had been up all night looking for her. When Twilight had staggered back into town the next morning, she had caused quite a stir, and not just because she had been weary, smelly, disheveled, and wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that were not hers. The concern of the townsponies had quickly turned to joy, however, when Twilight had told them of her epic confrontation with the Prowler, which had ended with the villain's complete and utter defeat. The Prowler, which Twilight had discovered to be nothing more than the deranged mirror pool clone of an unknown pony, had put up quite a fight, pushing the little unicorn to her magical limits. The tale of this great battle might have seemed far-fetched to some, but the ponies of Ponyville, who had seen firsthand what the products of the mirror pool were capable of, were more than willing to believe it. They were happy enough knowing that Twilight had banished the clone back to the pool, where it would never bother the town ever again.

In the wake of the Prowler's defeat, things in Ponyville had quickly gone back to normal, its citizens returning to the quiet, peaceful lives they were accustomed to. Applejack was busy with her orchard, and was currently harvesting a big, beautiful crop of juicy apples. Rarity had successfully debuted her fall line, which had proven quite popular amongst the local mares. Rainbow Dash had continued her Wonderbolts training, and had developed a much better attitude about it that she used to have; supposedly, she had found an excellent way of de-stressing after a long week of strenuous, mind-numbing drills. Twilight had gone back to her old life of reading books, learning about friendship, and being the respectable, dependable little unicorn everyone knew her to be, although Spike had mentioned that she seemed much happier, much more relaxed, and much less prone to her characteristic freak-outs than she used to be. Twilight typically dismissed such comments, despite knowing in her heart that it was very much true.

As Twilight watched the harvest festival from afar, she saw mothers and fathers occasionally leave the square, carrying sleepy and sleeping children in their arms as they made their way home for the night. The sight reminded Twilight of how late it was getting, and reminded her that she had a little party of her own to attend that night. A sudden breeze blew past her, the gentle, yet chilly gust of an autumn night. The wind snuck beneath the bottom of her coat, running up her bare legs like a lecherous hand, reaching for the warmth between them. She shivered, pulling her coat tighter around herself, but grinned in excited anticipation. She took one last look at the festival, then quietly slipped away into the shadows.

The lights and sounds of the festival quickly faded away as Twilight made her way down the streets of Ponyville, and before long, she was surrounded by nothing but still, silent houses and storefronts. Just a few minutes after leaving the town square, she had arrived at a certain unremarkable alleyway nestled between two unremarkable buildings. She paused before it, taking a quick glance up and down the street, ensuring that she was well and truly alone. Seeing nopony else nearby, she grinned eagerly, then swiftly stepped into the alleyway.

Once inside, she slowed, walking at a casual, almost carefree pace, as if she were in no hurry to walk out the other side. She hummed softly as she passed by trash cans and bits of litter, moving with a notable sway to her hips that highlighted her alluring figure. It might have seemed like a pointless display to some; after all, there was nopony else there to see it...right?

Twilight did not hear the pair of wings silently slicing through the air behind her; she never did, but that just made it all the more exciting, never knowing the exact moment when...

Twilight cried out in surprise as she suddenly felt a body press up against her back, and a pair of strong arms wrap around her, locking her in a possessive embrace. Her shock quickly dissipated, but her excitement only increased as she felt a tongue make its way to her neck, then slowly lick its way up to her chin.

"You're late," whispered a raspy voice.

A moment later, those strong arms grabbed Twilight and pushed her forcefully, but not painfully, up against the side of the alleyway, pinning her there with her back to the wall. A shiver ran up Twilight's spine as she looked up into the masked face of the Ponyville Prowler.

Twilight gulped. "I'm sorry..." she began, her lips slowly stretching into a smile, "mistress."

A hungry, lecherous grin appeared on the face of the Prowler as she stood before Twilight, easily reading those eager eyes of hers. She allowed herself a quick chuckle, then darted forward, locking lips with Twilight in a rough, forceful kiss. Twilight's eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned into the Prowler's mouth, savoring every second of her oral domination.

It had been a simple arrangement the two had reached, one which had ensured that everypony, from Twilight, to the Prowler, to the townsponies, and even the princess, had gotten what they wanted. Twilight had always been good at coming up with plans, although the one she had devised while lying half-conscious on a cum-stained mattress had been a particularly impressive one, given that she had come up with it after having her brains fucked out of her, then fucked back into her, and then fucked back out of her again for good measure. Thankfully, the Prowler had been in a very agreeable mood by that point and, after considering Twilight's proposal, had agreed to go along with it, to Twilight's great delight.

Upon returning to Ponyville the morning after her abduction, Twilight had, as planned, told everyone of her defeat and subsequent banishment of the dastardly "mirror pool clone" that had been molesting the mares of town, an explanation that conveniently did not require her to drag the Prowler back in handcuffs for all to see. As expected, the townsponies had rejoiced at the news, hailing Twilight as a hero for saving the town once again. The townsponies had been happy, the royal guards had been happy at the investigation finally coming to a close, and even Princess Celestia had been happy, telling Twilight how proud she was of her for saving the day yet again.

Of course, that still left Twilight and the Prowler in need of satisfaction, although that proved to be the easiest part of the whole thing. Twilight, having experienced a molesting of life-changing proportions, had suddenly found herself in the need to experience such intense sexual domination on a regular basis. Meanwhile, the Prowler was still in need of horny, slutty mares to molest, preferably those who could give her exactly what she was looking for. Realizing that each of their problems could be used to solve the other, the two had proceeded to do just that, meeting up every Friday night for the past several weeks for another good, old-fashioned mare-molesting.

After spending several moments playfully bullying Twilight's tongue, the Prowler broke their passionate kiss, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting their slick lips. "You know I'm gonna have to punish you for that," she said, smiling a sinister smile.

Twilight's moistening marehood clenched as she imagined what manner of punishment awaited her. "Oh, mistress...please don't punish me," said Twilight. "Please don't pin me down...spank me and...fuck me all night long. I'm a good girl...really!" It certainly wasn't an award-winning performance, but she wasn't really trying to fool anyone.

The Prowler chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you are...you little slut!" she said, before commencing another brief, yet heated make-out session with her favorite fucktoy. "I'm still gonna punish you though," she said after breaking the kiss.

Twilight gulped. "Yes, mistress," she said with a smile.

The Prowler quickly glanced up and down the alleyway. "Just you tonight?" she asked.

"Yes," Twilight replied.

Despite her thorough enjoyment of the little eggheaded unicorn who had quickly become her favorite sex-pet, the Prowler was not, and never really had been, big on monogamy. Luckily, Twilight had been more than willing to cater to her mistress' desires. As it turned out, there were many mares in Ponyville who were like Twilight used to be, mares in desperate need of a good, hard fuck, despite often not realizing it themselves. Twilight had kept an eye out for such mares over the past weeks, and would often reach out and invite one of them on a moonlit walk on Friday night, leading them down a certain dark alleyway to meet a certain "mirror pool clone". They always struggled at first, much to the Prowler's delight, but they would inevitably come around; the Prowler had never had an unsatisfied customer, or one who was unwilling to keep the secret...in exchange for the promise of a future appointment. While the Prowler no longer got to enjoy making public displays for them, for obvious reasons, having a constant supply of needy mares to "proactively date" had more than made up for that.

"I hope you don't mind, but...I wanted it to be just you and me tonight," said Twilight, batting her eyelashes.

The Prowler chuckled. "Okay," she said, "but you're gonna have to pick up the slack."

"Gladly," said Twilight.

The Prowler's gaze fell to Twilight's coat, and her smile faltered. "What's with the coat?" she said.

"Oh!" said Twilight. "I, uh...wore something special tonight."

The Prowler stepped back as Twilight reached for her trenchcoat, untying the belt, then pulling it apart, revealing what lay beneath it. A white, buttoned shirt covered the top half of Twilight's torso, tied off beneath her braless breasts, leaving her tummy bare. A loose microskirt of plaid coloration hugged her hips, the garment so revealing that it showed off the bottom of her soft, purple buns, and gave a glimpse of the chaste, pure, and wholesomely white cotton panties beneath. Twilight reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a pair of dorky, thick-rimmed glasses, which she quickly slipped on, completing the image.

"I'm...I'm ready for my lesson, Miss Prowler," said Twilight, squirming in anticipation.

For a moment, the Prowler merely gawked at the slutty schoolgirl before her. Then, her smile returned, as hungry and as lewd as ever. "Oh...I am so gonna enjoy ripping that off of you tonight," she said, licking her lips.

"Not as much as I'll enjoy it," said Twilight.

The Prowler stepped forward, wrapping her arms around the sexy little egghead before her and holding her tight. "You ready?" she said softly, her hot breath caressing Twilight's face.

Twilight gazed lovingly into the face of her mistress, which was covered by the same jet-black bandit mask it had been on their first night together. Even after their amorous armistice, the inquisitive Twilight still had moments where she wondered what lay beneath that mask. There had been more than one occasion when she could have easily reached out and plucked the mask from that face, but she had never done it. Inevitably, Twilight's desire to know who the pony was who had changed her life so dramatically, the pony who had given her the perverse pleasure that she had always secretly desired, was overpowered by her desire not to know. She had come to realize that that Prowler had been right after all: it was so much better not knowing who it was making her squeal and scream every Friday night.

The Prowler could have been anyone, a neighbor, a rival, or even a friend, but with that mask on, she was much more than any of those ponies could ever have been. She was a symbol, an icon, an embodiment of every naughty, perverse fantasy that respectable little mares such as Twilight tucked away in the recesses of their hearts. She was a veritable sex goddess, a supernatural force descended upon the world of mortals to fuck and be fucked, and there was nothing that the mares of Equestria could do about it but submit to her in mind, body, and soul, and enjoy every pleasurable second of doing so. Twilight certainly enjoyed it, and she was not about to ruin that experience for anyone, especially herself.

"So ready," said Twilight.

With a flap of wings, the two were off, shooting away into the night sky. Wind whistled through the alleyway, and trash cans rattled, then all was still and quiet.

As the night dragged on, the ponies of Ponyville slept peacefully in their beds, happy smiles adorning their faces. Meanwhile, high over their heads, two perverted little mares enjoyed the night together, a night which, despite not being so peaceful for them, brought even bigger smiles to their pretty little faces.