Gangs of Manehattan

Two weeks after the trip to the club, and two weeks without much success in finding any major things against Spike and his club, the precinct received an anonymous hint! A letter, telling them to “Check the trunk of Spike the Dragon's car before he can leave his home this morning.” The message also included license plate and address.

A police patrol was dispatched so quickly that Fluttershy didn't have any chance to warn the him. Not wanting to give away that they'd been tipped off, they'd made up an excuse for why he had to show them his trunk. “Of course, officers. You'll see there is nothing-...”

The rest of the sentence got stuck in the dragon's throat as he saw some stuff that wasn't his. “What do we have here?” One of the cops asked Spike rhetorically, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face!

“That's not mine!” The mortified dragon protested! “That's been planted on me!”

“Of course...” If they had a Bit for every time somebody told them that... “You have the right to remain silent!”

Half an hour later, Spike was sitting in a MPD interrogation room. Spitfire herself interrogated him, figuring that, since she hadn't seen him in the club, he probably hadn't seen her either. And in any case, they had somewhat disguised themselves...

“And I repeat: It's not mine!” Spike told her to the tenth time! That's it. He had enough. “I think I've said enough... I want my lawyer. I assume you know her?” A certain smugness crept into his voice, “Starlight Glimmer?”

“Ah... shit.” The smugness on his face, in his voice... and that name... They made sure that Spitfire's good mood took a dive as she left the room.

She returned a few minutes later, somewhat more happy again! “Unfortunately, Ms. Glimmer won't be able to make it here today, apparently she is in Las Pegasus for some other business.” The pegasus told him! “So, I guess, you will have to be our guest until tomorrow. At least.” She added in a smug tone.

Annoying, but not a total disaster. “Meh... Fine...” He shrugged. “I'd like to call my club now and tell them that I won't be able to make it today!”

As he was being lead to the phone, Spike passed Fluttershy. He stopped and turned to her. “So, you work here, huh?”

“Y-Yes...” Shy stammered. This whole situation was very uncomfortable to her.

“I thought you wanted your call?” The dark, burly pegasus gave Spike a push! “Move it...”

The dragon glared at him as he stepped back to Fluttershy! “At least give me a moment to talk to my FRIEND!”

“It's alright, Thunderlane. Give me a minute, OK? I'll take him to the phone afterwards.”

“I don' think that's a good idea,” Thunderlane wanted to object. Then, he saw the expression on her face. “But if you're sure about that, Fluttershy...”

When the stallion had moved a few steps, Fluttershy hissed in a half-angry, half-worried tone: “What happened?!”

Spike whispered his reply: “Somebody planted shit in my trunk!” After a moment of consideration, he specified: “My car's trunk!” Afterwards, he added some general chitchat, appropriate to the situation, in a louder voice.

“And we got an anonymous tip this morning!” She whispered as they began to move, then replied to his casual conversation.

“That explains the patrol car...” The dragon grumbled. He checked left and right and, seeing that none of them paid attention to him, slipped something into Shy's hand. “Take this.” It was a thumb drive, and it had been very difficult to hide. “I'll tell you about it later.” At a normal volume, he now declared: “Well... time to make that call...”

When Tempest had heard where he was, and on what charges, she had been about to charge into the police station! Luckily, he managed to talk her out of it. And, Spike hoped, she'd be able to talk the others out of doing anything stupid! For now, they'd have to keep their... other business somewhat more quiet.

For now, Spike was sitting in a holding cell in the station's basement. And, for the time being, he was the only inmate, which was rather nice. He knew the annoyance that crowded, or overcrowded, holding cells could be. It was a bit of a surprise, to be honest, but maybe they had more cells in other areas, and Fluttershy got him into the, as of yet, still empty one? Or, maybe, they worried about potential connections he had and didn't want him in speaking distance with crooks?

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about some sort of bureaucratic issues with his papers, considering his rather shadowy background, what with being found on the streets and taken in by a family, just to run away when they moved. It had been one of the few good things Sludge had done! Next to teaching him, Tempest and some of the others all they needed for their trade, the old bastard had bribed some officials to have all the necessary paperwork and so on handled. He always loved to complain about how much easier it had been 'in the old days'. Which for him, as a dragon, had meant about a hundred years or more ago...

Spike mused about what was going on. For the most part, his register of offenses was, for the most part, minor. Some petty theft, one case of grand theft auto, that sort of stuff. He had always been resourceful enough to keep the big stuff out. Well, there was not much he could do for now, so it was time to wait for Sunset Shimmer's return, and then enjoy the show she'd unleash on poor, poor Captain Spitfire.

The dragon sat down on his bed, crossed his arms behind his head and leaned against the wall. Time to wait...

“Shouldn't we get him something to eat?” Fluttershy asked Spitfire after about an hour.

The captain sighed. Honestly, she had hoped finding all the stuff in the guy's trunk would just cause him to confess and save them all the hassle. And now, she would have to deal with Starlight Glimmer, that would be a lot of fun... She could already imagine the scene she'd cause... “Probably,” she admitted. “You know him. Go down, take the menu from that restaurant we usually order from and let him pick what he wants, within reason. I think the others wanted to order anyway.”

Ten minutes later, Fluttershy stood in front of Spike's cell, menu pamphlet in hand. “Hello, Spike?”

“Yes, Fluttershy?” He stretched himself as he stood up and walked over to the bars.

“Are you hungry?”

“A bit peckish.” The dragon admitted.

“Well, we're going to order some food, and,-” she handed him the menu, “-if you want some, here's the menu.”

Spike browsed over what was on offer for a few moments. “I'll take Nr. 20, the fried noodles.”

“Alright. I'll let them kno-...” As the pegasus turned to walk away, Spike grabbed her arm! “W-what?!”

His muzzle was close to her ear when Spike began to whisper: “When you go back, give the thumb drive to Moondancer. It contains a little program that should give us some alone time here... Nothing dangerous, just a short camera loop that makes it look like nothing's happening here! If you catch my drift...”

She did. And she was internally divided on that issue... Especially if that was more than this “harmless little camera loop program” he told her it was! But then, would he lie to her about that? He had promised her that he wouldn't put her into too much trouble!

On her way back, Fluttershy passed by Moondancer to take her order, and give her the USB-stick and the orders that Spike had given. When the food was delivered, she took her order, fried rice, and went to the security room. A very bored looking earth pony was paying only partial attention to the monitors. “Hey, food's here. Want to take your break? I can take over for a bit!”

“Thanks Moondancer! Haven't had my break yet!”

The unicorn got herself comfortable, the thumb drive still save and secure in her bag in her office. She had no intention to use it, she had her own ways... While forensics were her main forte, her skills in computers wasn't to be scoffed at either! A few times the system administrator had been baffled how she had managed to do stuff at computer that shouldn't have been possible with the settings!

That dragon wanted the holding cell cameras on a loop? Oh, he had something planned! And, Moondancer expected, something with Fluttershy specifically. She'd enjoy watching this!

Fluttershy and Spike had eaten their food. Now, they were making out through the bars, and Shy was grinding her thighs together. “I'm such a bad policemare...” She sighed sadly when their lips parted, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her waist.

“Bad policemares make for great fucks!” The dragon laughed, squeezing her ass! “Come on... pull it out. I know you want to!” And as Spike's claws moved her panties aside and gently brushed over the pegasus' slit, her, by now quite able, hands opened his fly and pulled his already hard cock out.

After a few moments of teasing, Spike growled into her ear. “You want to have some more foreplay? Or straight for the main event?”

Driven half by excited lust and half by the fear of one of her colleagues walking in on them, there was only one answer Fluttershy could give: “Fuck me!”

“A pleasure...” He told her, quickly opening her blouse and pulling down her bra so that her big breasts were on display, then pulling her thighs through the bars, they were just far enough apart, so that he could lift her onto his hard cock and fuck her through the barrier between them!

Moondancer, meanwhile, was watching her life porn feed with a lot of pleasure! She wasn't using the program on Spike's thumb drive! Instead, she'd use her own skills to get rid of the footage in a more elegant way. While keeping a copy for personal use.

She pushed her turtleneck sweater up, opened her bra, she had to wear one at work, and gave a gentle squeeze to her hard nipples. Her right hand moved down and, after a few moments of getting her clothes out of the way, grabbed the dildo inside of her pussy and got to work...

“Damn... that's good stuff! I wish he'd take me like that!” She approved of what Spike was doing to Fluttershy. “Fluttershy's tits bounce sooo nicely...”

A few minutes later, Spike was taking his lover from behind, spanking her ass every now and then! “Honestly? I've always kinda dreamed of fucking a police slut while behind bars!” He told Shy, the amusement in his voice audible!

“Really?” The pegasus was able to ask between her moans, and the sounds of Spike's hips slapping against her own.

“Sure! Think about it: I'm in a holding cell, a cute policemare like you comes along, I seduce her, she falls for me... And then whores herself out for my cock!” Then, laughing, he added: “Of course, this didn't quite go like that, but the fantasy predates our first meeting!”

“This'll be my first time working with a cream pie in my cunnie!”

“I hope you'll enjoy that so much,” Spike laughed, “-that you won't want to work any other way!”

“I hope not... I mean, I wouldn't be able to always satisfy that desire with you or the others, and could end up being careless!”

In the meantime upstairs:

“I hope we won't be banned from Tartarus!” Rainbow Dash sighed, leaning back in her chair, the emptied food container in front of her on her desk. “For taking the dragon into custody, I mean.”

“Hm?” Soarin looked at her. “Why? I mean, it was nice, but this is still our job.”

“I enjoyed it, and would like to g there again!” Dash told him. “Also, that young pegasus, Scootaloo... I kinda like her!”

“You like that she's stroking your ego with hero worship!” Gila laughed! “She was constantly begging you to tell her another story!” Not that she would have been any better if a young griffon had come to her and asked her to tell stories...

“No!” The prismatic pegasus protested! But, after a moment of consideration, she had to admit: Maybe a little... But I do like her. Maybe I could be able to convince her to get away from them? If she does well in school, maybe she could join the academy!”

“You know, you should probably also hope that the club doesn't end up having to close down due to potential controversy.” Thunderlane told her.

Engrossed in their talks, they didn't notice how long Fluttershy was taking.