Cute Mark Crusaders Destroyers of Worlds, Yay!

Trixie drifted lazily back to consciousness, her pelvic region still sore and throbbing from the pounding it had received the night before. She felt a warm, feathery mass behind her and snuggled closer to her griffon lover. He stirred slightly in response. Trixie gave a wicked grin and began to squirm down towards the bottom of the bed. She turned to find his cock thrust out into her face. She gave it a gentle lick and Blood Beak stirred again, beginning to purr. She grinned again, mischievously, then opened wide and moved closer, enveloping it in warm, wet delight. It hardened in her mouth, and her eyes rolled slightly as she felt the tiny barbs on the cat penis that had scrapped her vagina raw during their passionate lovemaking the night before pull across her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

It didn’t take long for one as practiced as Trixie. Before long the now wide awake griffon was giving a leonine roar to announce his orgasm to all and sundry and the back of Trixie’s now sore throat was given a soothing balm of salty cum. Trixie swallowed, gave Blood Beak’s balls one last tender lick and rolled on her back. She stared at the ceiling as her companion sat up and began to stretch. The shrieking animal sex had done its work and driven the memories of recent events from their mind, but Trixie knew that couldn’t last forever. Already she felt reality beginning to seep back in. She closed her eyes, desperate to hold onto her exhausted peace of mind. The mattress began to rock as Blood Beak began to get out of bed. Trixie gave a mental sigh and followed suit.

They regained their feet at about the same time and looked at one another. Trixie gave him a coy smile and the big lummox seemed to flush beneath his feathers. The smile turned into a grin as she turned her head to scan the room and the hallway leading from it. Holes had smashed in the walls at various points and deep claw marks had been ripped into the floor. Broken fixtures littered the room and the carpet was shredded in places.

“Trixie gives last night a seven out of ten,” she said after due consideration.

Blood Beak looked offended. “Seven?”

“Fix Trixie breakfast and she will consider raising her assessment to an eight,” the unicorn said with a sniff. She walked out of the bedroom, flank swaying dangerously as she did. “Trixie prefers her coffee black.”

Whoever the safe house had originally been intended to must have been fairly well-placed in the organization. The walk-in freezer was filled with various kinds of meats, not something that was common or strictly speaking legal in a pony city. Blood Beak wanted to indulge, but a revolted look from Trixie put paid to that. The griffon grumbled as he prepared oat porridge for the haughty pony, but he did it under his breath. When the meal was ready the two sat and regarded each other awkwardly from across the table. Awkward for the griffon anyway. Trixie casually levitated her cup of coffee to her mouth and took a sip. She sighed contentedly.

“Trixie does so enjoy the finer things in life.”

She gave Blood Beak a look.

“You said your boss had sent instructions?”

Blood Beak started, remembering what he had been trying to do the night before when everything started.

“Yeah, he wants us to report back,” Blood Beak stammered. “Said he wants us back at his compound. Too many of the dealers got away. Circle the wagons, that sort of thing.”

Trixie took another sip of the coffee and shuddered in ecstasy. “You do realize there’s no point in going back, don’t you?”

Blood Beak looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Trixie has seen how these ponies operate. Do you really think they wouldn’t immediately retaliate after an attack like this? Most likely everyone from the don to the cleaning staff is already dead.”

Blood Beak stared at Trixie blankly. Trixie continued.

“Trixie believes that there is more to this than simple drug smuggling. Having seen the effects of this marijuana in action Trixie concludes that it is not a sustainable product. If the ponies Trixie encountered at the warehouse are anything to judge by the mere presence of the drug would lead to mass chaos and death. Criminals are still business ponies, and they need someone to sell to. Thus it cannot be simply about turning a profit.”

Blood Beak still didn't understand. “Then what is it about?”

“That is what Trixie intends to find out.”

†

“I’m surprised to see you had the guts to show up.”

Scootaloo narrowed her eyes. “Likewise.”

The half-grown griffon chick chuckled as she prowled across the rooftop towards the orange pegasus. When she came within a few feet she changed course and began circling Scootaloo, who turned to keep her in sight. After completing a full circuit the griffon stopped and gave Scootaloo a cocky smile.

“Did you bring it?” she asked

“Of course,” Scootaloo said with a bravado she did not feel.

“Alright then,” the griffon said as she pulled something from the bag at her side. “Let’s do this.”

That said, the two sat down on their haunches and began to lay out their respective cards. Minutes went by as the two built up their opposing forces and went at each other with reckless abandon, sending imaginary hordes crashing into one another in the space between them. Sweat beaded on their faces as they both reshuffled their respective decks for what they both sensed would be the last phase of their battle. Finally Scootaloo laid down a card with a flourish and grinned.

“Got anything that can stop that?”

The griffon chick looked at her hand desperately, scanning every card in her possession for some sort of gambit that could get her out of the trap. Finally she sighed.

“Starswirl’s Timehop. Good one. Not many players can pull it off.”

Scootaloo puffed her chest out. “I learned from the best,” she boasted, thinking back to how Twilight had given her that book on winning Po-Ni-Oh strategies. She slumped slightly as the thought brought back more memories of home, of how she had taken up the game to impress Rainbow Dash, of how…

“You alright?” the griffon said, confused at the tears that had suddenly appeared on her opponent’s face. Scootaloo wiped at her eyes and snorted in a quick breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said huskily. “Good game.”

She extended a hoof. “Scootaloo.”

The griffon bumped a closed claw against it. “Nina Slatewing.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Scootaloo said, awkwardly repeating the phrase she had been told to use during their rushed etiquette training. Nina rolled her eyes.

“Please, don’t give me that. I was just about to say that you don’t seem like the rest of these stuck-up ponies.”

“Oh, hehe. Right.” Scootaloo said, sheepishly running her hoof over the back of her neck.

Nina looked up at the sky.

“S’about lunch time. You wanna go grab something? My treat.”

Scootaloo looked confused. “You mean the cafeteria?”

Nina made a rude noise. “As if. Damned pony preppies think they’re too good for a little protein. Come on, I know this great bodega a cousin of mine runs.”

Manehatten had an excellent mass transit system, Scootaloo learned. Within twenty minutes they were walking out of a little hole in the wall with bags of delicious-smelling food dangling from their mouths. They made their way to an empty bench and made themselves comfortable. Scootaloo dug into her noodles hungrily as Nina unpacked her own to-go box. Scootaloo looked over curiously.

“What is that anyway?”

Nina thrust a claw into the box and pulled out something steaming. She held the speared morsel out for Scootaloo’s inspection.

“Fish.”

Scootaloo drew back, gorge rising. “Ugh, really? Is that even legal?”

Nina rolled her eyes. “You big chicken.”

“I’m not a chicken!”

“You ain’t ever had non-pony cuisine, have you?”

“Of course not!” Scootaloo blurted out before she realized how that sounded. “I mean, where I’m from there aren’t any meat-eaters.”

Nina chuckled. “I’da figured you’d at least seen animals chowing down living out in the sticks.”

“Hey!” Scootaloo protested. “I’m not—“ she paused. “How’d you know that?”

“Accent. Everypony here is either old money or from new money who can pay for voice lessons to catch up. You don’t talk like either, and you sure ain’t no Manehattenite.”

Scootaloo frowned. “You don’t sound like—“ she started to say ‘Rarity,’ but stopped herself. “Some high class pony.”

Nina laughed at that, a loud exuberant cawing that reminded Scootaloo strangely of Rainbow Dash. “That’s cus I ain’t a pony, and my family has enough say that I don’t have to make myself sound like no wanna be social climber.”

She flexed her wings. “Griffons don’t gotta climb nowhere. You get my drift?”

Scootaloo nodded slowly, though she wasn’t sure she understood.

Conversation ceased by mutual unspoken agreement at that point as the two returned their attentions to their respective meals. Scootaloo kept her eyes carefully away from her new friend. She didn’t trust herself to keep her noodles down otherwise. When she finished Scootaloo hopped down from the bench and walked over to a trash bin to dispose of her take-out box. A shadow fell over her as she tossed it in. She looked up to see a fedora-wearing unicorn looming over her. She skittered away from him by reflex only to slam back up against the trash bin. The unicorn leaned down after her, his sickly sweet breath blowing into her face.

“Hey little filly,” the pony said, giggling weirdly. “Looking for a good time? I’ve got something that’ll get you good and wasted.”

“Whaddya mean, wasted?” Scootaloo said suspiciously.

“I mean it’ll help you get hiiiggh,” the unicorn said, drawing out the last word as he levitated a small bag from out of his trench coat.

“I don’t know what that means!” Scootaloo said. She was nervous and confused, but she tried to hide it. “Besides, I don’t have any more bits on me,” she added, hoping that would be enough to get rid of the strange pony.

“That’s okay, little filly,” the unicorn said in a strange, high-pitched voice that raised the hairs on the back of Scootaloo’s neck. “The first time’s free. Come on, try it. It’ll make you feel good.”

Scootaloo tried to say, “No thanks,” but as she opened her mouth something shot out from the bag and into her mouth. Her lips closed around a long, weird-smelling cylinder of paper wrapped around something dry and ground up. Scootaloo tried to spit it out, but the red glow of the unicorn’s magic enveloped her muzzle and forced her mouth to stay shut. Scootaloo struggled vainly as the unicorn conjured up a tiny spark of flame in the air in front of her. It drifted closer towards the blunt’s tip.

“Party time…” the unicorn whispered with perverse delight.

Just as the cigarette began to glow and smoke something leapt onto the unicorn’s back. He howled in agony as sharp claws ripped into his flesh, drawing long, bloody gouges. The sparkling magic vanished from around Scootaloo and she hurriedly spat out the burning thing.

“Whatcha doing, little kitty?!” the unicorn said, still in the same creepy pedo-voice. “I’ve got more than enough to go around!”

The unicorn’s horn glowed again, and the furious Nina was lifted off of the pony’s back. She hissed and clawed furiously at the air, but the unicorn backed out of the griffon’s range.

“Leave her alone, ya freak!”

“Is that any way to talk to your pusher man?” the unicorn said with another titter. He levitated the fallen blunt off of the sidewalk. “Here, we don’t mind sharing.”

Nina clamped her beak shut. The unicorn frowned and slammed her into the side of the waste bin. Her mouth opened in shock, and the unicorn was quick to force the smoking blunt in. He shifted his magical focus and suddenly Nina felt her nostrils being pinched shut. She struggled futilely in the air, trying to hold her breath, trying to make every second count. Her lungs burned with agony, and she knew she couldn’t resist for long.

“Halt, criminal scum!”

The unicorn jerked his head towards the speaker just in time to see a pair of iron-shod hooves slam into his face with a sickening crunch. He went flying end over end. Nina fell to the sidewalk with a squawk as the field of tingling magic suspending her in the air vanished abruptly. The sudden impact forced her to exhale in a sudden burst. Her feathery chest heaved as she sucked in air in ragged gasps. As the dark spots began to clear from her vision she struggled to regain her footing, claws scrapping frantically against the pavement. As she did something hard poked into her shoulder. She spun around snarling. She was about to bite a chunk out of her assailant when she recognized Scootaloo’s terrified face inches away from her own. She froze. Scootaloo stared at her with wide eyes. Nina snapped her beak shut and shook her head, fighting to regain her senses and resist the predator’s instinct to rip and tear.

Before either filly could say anything a shadow passed over them, accompanied by the rustle of feathered wings. They turned in unison to see a white coated pegasus in gold armor land between them and unicorn, who was sprawled out in a heap beneath the wall of a nearby building. The pegasus struck a ready stance, keeping his eyes fixed on the fallen pony. He gestured with his head without looking back.

"Are you two alright?"

"Y—Yeah mister," Scootaloo said in a slightly quavering voice. She gulped audibly, trying to hide her fear.

"Stay back," the guardspony barked in a gruff voice. "Don’t get too close. I’ll—"

Something flickered at the edge of Scootaloo’s field of vision. She looked down to see the red glow of the unicorn’s magic lift the still-burning joint off the sidewalk. Scootaloo shouted, "Look out!" just as it whipped through the air towards its summoner. The pegasus guard flinched slightly as the burning blunt zipped past him. It landed neatly in the fedora-wearing pony’s slightly open mouth. He took a deep drag from the evil cigarette and shuddered as the vile fumes filled his lungs.

"Hehe," the unicorn giggled, sounding more twisted and pedophilic by second. His eyes began to smolder as literal flames sprang from their sockets, and oily black shadows began to congeal around his horn. The guard pony took an involuntary step back, then forced himself to stop. His out-stretched wings snapped back down to his sides as he lowered his head and charged.

"Sol Invictus!" he cried, gallant as anything the two youngsters had ever seen as he rushed the pot-fueled evil doer. More laughter rang out in reply, and a tendril of solid darkness lashed out from the unicorn’s horn. The dark magic smacked the guardspony off his hooves and into the air with casual ease. He spun wildly before managing to regain control with his wings. He hung hovering in the air for a moment.

"Children," he said before gasping and clenching his teeth in pain. He hissed and dropped a foot in altitude before forcing his way back up with shuddering wing beats. "Get out of here."

Scootaloo and Nina stood frozen and staring. The guardspony risked a look back and gave them a hard glare.

"Go!"

Nina was the first to recover. The griffon chick nudged Scootaloo hard. The pegasus filly flinched, then tore her gaze away from the scene. The two turned and ran away as fast as their half-grown limbs would carry them. Behind them came a horrible shriek, followed by more maniacal giggling. Cement cracked as something was slammed into it hard, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The giggles became full-blown laughter as the shrieks of pain turned to sobs and incoherent begging. Then the begging was replaced by more frenzied screaming.

"HE'S RAPING ME! HE'S RAPING ME! HE'S RAPING ME AND IT HURTS!"

They beat a hasty retreat.