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- >Day Crime Never Pays 3: The Breeder in Equestria.
- >Be The Handler.
- >It took a while, but Dr. Stable examined both Bon Bon and Octavia.
- >He said that there was no evidence that Anon raped these mares.
- >There were no candle wax burns.
- >No rope marks.
- >Nothing.
- >They spent two weeks under psychiatric evaluation.
- >The doctors confirmed that they were fine.
- >You went with them to Anon’s mansion to apologize.
- >When you got there he was gone.
- >Furniture was thrown haphazardly.
- >You can’t be sure if this is happened during your fight with Anon, or if he did it afterward.
- >What strikes you as the most odd is the broken mirror.
- >It looks like somepony carefully placed it, and then smashed with one hit.
- >That was two weeks ago.
- >You’ve gone back twice to apologize, but BonBon always sends you on your way.
- >Maybe one day he will let you make up for what you did to him.
- >
- >
- >Be Anon.
- >You’ve been in reclusion the last few weeks.
- >Octavia usually brings you your meals, and cleans up after you.
- >She tried to talk to you a few times, but you would always tell her to leave you alone.
- >You’ve taken this time to think, about yourself, about The Handler, and your role in society.
- >But your mind always drifts back to one thought.
- >Revenge.
- >When you fought with The Handler, you swore you would kill her.
- >That seems like it would be too merciful.
- >What you need to do is to make her feel worse then you felt when she violated you.
- >So it is decided.
- >You’re going to rape The Handler.
- >Octavia is behind you making your bed as you look out the window.
- ”Tavi?”
- >A moment passes.
- >”Anon?” She asks just over a whisper.
- >You’ve yelled at her anytime she spoke with you.
- >She’s probably frightened that you’re going to have another outburst.
- “I think I’ll have breakfast in the garden today.”
- >You hear her sharply inhale, and you turn slowly to face her.
- >She looks shocked.
- 1/9
- >”You’re feeling better then?”
- >You offer her a weak smile.
- ”Yeah.”
- >Octavia runs toward you and leaps into your arms.
- >”I thought you were gone.”
- >She buries her face in your shirt.
- “But I never left.”
- >She looks up at you with watery eyes.
- >”No. You were completely different. It was like you were lost.”
- >Her eyes glisten as she looks at you.
- >You lightly pet her mane.
- >”BonBon will want to see you.”
- >Tavi shakes a few times and you let her down.
- >She tugs on your hand and you follow closely behind her.
- >”BonBon?”
- >She looks around.
- >”She was here a minute ago.”
- “That’s fine. I’m su-“
- >”Anon?!”
- >BonBon drops your breakfast tray.
- >The cinnamon roll lands upside down.
- >Somehow the glass of milk teeters but doesn’t spill.
- >BonBon starts to clean the mess, but you kneel down and pull her into a hug.
- “I wasn’t very hungry anyway,” you assure her.
- >She scrunches her nose when you grab her.
- >BonBon returns the hug, but whispers into your ear, “You need a shower.”
- >You laugh at this.
- >Same old BonBon, always telling you what to do.
- “You’re right, but first I want to talk about my plans.”
- >”The Handler. We know who she is,” Octavia offers.
- ”What was that?”
- >BonBon jumps in.
- >”The Handler, her real name is -,”
- “Stop. I don’t want to ever hear that name again in this house.”
- >”But she –“
- “No. Nothing happened. That mare never here.”
- >Your two friends exchange confused looks.
- >”Anon, it’s not healthy to just pretend it never happened…”
- >”You locked yourself away for a month.”
- “I just needed time to think, that’s all. Now let’s never talk about The Handler again, agreed?”
- >Octavia frowns, but nods in agreement.
- >BonBon just scoffs at this, but you know she will come around.
- 2/9
- >
- >
- >Half an hour later you are sitting in the garden with your girls.
- >Both occupy either one of your arms.
- “I’ve decided I’m not going to work anymore.”
- >”So you’re going to spend more time with us?” Octavia asks as she snuggles closer.
- “Probably. But instead of work I’ve decided to focus on philanthropy.”
- >”Really?”
- “Yeah. Like a hospital for ponies with mental problems, or the insane.”
- >BonBon looks up when you say this.
- >”That would have helped you.”
- >You pat her twice when she says this.
- “And since we’re talking about a hospital, I’ll have a research lab in the basement.”
- >”I didn’t know you studied medicine.”
- “Well, I haven’t, but think about all those ponies I can help,” you lie.
- >”I’ll help you pick a spot,” Octavia offers.
- “Don’t worry about that. I’m sure I’ll find the perfect location.”
- >”With all you spare time you should find a new hobby.”
- “Like what?”
- >”I could teach you to play an instrument.”
- >”No, I think Anon would prefer learning how to bake.”
- “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of sewing.”
- >
- >
- >A month later.
- “And now Anon, if you will, please cut the ceremonial ribbon.”
- >The mayor hands you an oversized pair of scissors.
- >You take it and slowly cut the fabric so ponies can take pictures.
- “We’re now officially open for business!”
- >You hear cheers from half of the town.
- >A hand moves on its own to wave at your crowd.
- >One pony isn’t cheering though.
- >You watch the minty pony trot away from the others.
- >She looks familiar.
- 3/9
- >
- >
- >Be Lyra, The Handler.
- “I’m telling you Mayor, something is wrong.”
- >”Oh, not you again.”
- >You toss the newspaper at her.
- >It takes two tries before she finally grabs the paper.
- >She’s drunk again.
- >”What am I looking for?”
- “The front page. This is the third sperm bank robbery this week.”
- >She adjusts her glasses.
- >”It says, ‘Bundles of Joy loses another batch. Time to retire?’ Everypony knows she’s forgetful.”
- “Mayor, something has to be done now!”
- >”Though she was looking a bit tired last time I saw her. Maybe she just misplaced it?”
- “You can’t just misplace gallons of semen.”
- >The mayor takes off her glasses and pours herself another drink.
- >She halfheartedly raises an eyebrow to ask if you would like some.
- >You wave a hoof to dismiss her offer.
- >”Handler, I know you’ve done so much for our town,” she says before taking a sip.
- >Here it comes.
- “But we both remember what happened the last time you... had an intuition.”
- >You turn away from her.
- “That was a mistake.”
- >”Poor Anon locked himself away for weeks. I’m just glad he decided to forget about the whole thing.”
- >She’s right.
- >You were wrong about Anon.
- >What else have you been wrong about?
- >”Now if you want to see for yourself, then go ahead,” she takes another sip. “Do a stakeout or something.”
- ”So you won’t help me?”
- >The mayor sighs loudly.
- >”I think you’re making a big deal about nothing.”
- >That’s all the answer you needed.
- >You jump out the window.
- >”Now if you – where did you go?”
- 4/9
- >
- >
- >You wait outside of the Ponyville fertility clinic.
- >It’s just past midnight.
- >You checked the building a few hours ago.
- >There was a piece of tape in the side entrance that prevented the door from locking.
- >That sick fuck, or one of his helpers was here earlier.
- >You’ve waited for hours, but the thief still hasn’t arrived.
- >Annoyed at wasting time, you stand up to go, but stop yourself when you see a figure in the distance.
- >He’s here.
- >You crouch lower so he won’t spot you.
- >The stallion has a very strange gait.
- >He easily walks on two legs.
- >You watch as he opens the unlocked door.
- >The building illuminates brightly as he turns on every light.
- >He doesn’t care if anyone sees him.
- >Alright, Lyra.
- >Go slowly so he won’t hear you.
- >You approach carefully.
- >You poke your head through the doorway to see the tall stallion in front of a large industrial refrigerator.
- >He is wearing a red and black jacket over a white shirt.
- >Faded blue canvas pants with a red bandana wrapped around one leg.
- >But you can’t make out his face.
- >He is wearing a mask, or maybe large sunglasses.
- >The only pony as big as this stallion is Trouble Shoes.
- >The stallion examines the lock for a moment before reaching into his bag.
- >What is that?
- >It looks like white putty.
- ”That’s far enough.”
- >He freezes, and turns his head toward you slowly.
- >”Handler. So nice of you to join me,” he says half smirking. "I thought you would have been sleeping by now.
- “Justice never sleeps.”
- >”Of course not, but you aren’t justice. You are just a vigilante. Justice is a slow process. It’s slow to make sure that mistakes aren’t made. Do you ever make mistakes, Handler?”
- >He takes a step toward you.
- “Everypony makes mistakes. It’s my job to make sure that they pay for crime. Now lay down on your stomach, and spread your legs out.
- 5/9
- >”Hmmm, let me think about that for a moment,” he says while pretending to think. “I’ll go with no.”
- “That’s what they always say.”
- >You charge up your horn to force him to the ground.
- ”This is your last chance.”
- >He sits down on the edge of a chair, while leaning toward you.
- >He smiles with an open mouth.
- >It’s almost as if he wants you to throw him down.
- ”You asked for it.”
- >You use your magic and -
- >Nothing happens.
- >”Oh, no. It didn’t work,” he says imitating your voice.
- >Shit.
- ”That was just a fluke,” you say as you try again.
- >He laughs as you try in vain to throw him.
- >You hate it when ponies laugh at you.
- >Your magical hands explode to life.
- >He stands up violently, and his chair flies back.
- >His hooves, no… he has claws!
- >He must be a griffon.
- >The griffon grabs you and throws you across the room.
- >A magical hand braces reaches the wall first and slows your impact.
- >Still you make a thud when you hit the ground.
- >He’s so strong!
- “You’re a big guy.”
- >He smiles at this.
- >”For you.”
- >The griffon dashes toward you.
- >You throw an arm in an uppercut and he barely dodges.
- >He spins and a red shoe impacts your other arm.
- >You stumble to the side and he takes this chance to grab you by your collar.
- >Your head moves on its own and pokes him in his throat with your horn.
- >”Arg.”
- >The griffon’s grip loosens and you punch him in the face.
- >He lets you go to defend himself.
- >You punch him twice in the gut before drop kicking him across the room.
- >He lands on the chair and it splinters into a thousand pieces.
- >Time to get serious.
- >You pull out a giant dildo and spin it twice before facing him again.
- >The griffon wobbles up just as you leap toward him again with a magical fist.
- >His gloved claws grab you in midair and he slams you against a wall.
- >He tries to stomp you but you barely roll out of the way.
- 6/9
- >You wave the dildo at him, and he leaps over it.
- >Without thinking you jump up on two hooves and swing your weapon as hard as you can.
- >He blocks with his right arm and your attack harmlessly bounces off.
- >This makes him smile.
- “What’s so funny?”
- >He flexes an arm to show you.
- >You see bulges in his red jacket.
- >”I’m wearing armor.”
- >Fuck.
- >”Think of all those lives you’ve ruined, Handler.”
- >He has to have a weakness.
- >”You’re such a busybody aren’t you?”
- >Magic doesn’t work, and neither does physical attacks.
- >”Have you ever considered just being a normal pony?”
- >You look him over closely.
- >”I think it would suit you just fine.”
- >His face and legs don’t look like they are armored.
- >”Why don’t you settle down and start a family like a good mare?”
- >You’re going to have to grapple with him.
- >You turn away slowly as if you are thinking.
- “Yeah? With you?”
- >Behind you he takes a step forward.
- >”That’s right. You could be my girl.”
- >He puts a claw over your withers.
- >Bingo.
- “Let’s both be girls!”
- >You drop so your front legs hold you weight.
- >Both back legs buck as hard as they can.
- >You feel something squishy before settling into muscle.
- >”Fuck!”
- >As you turn the griffon falls to his knees, holding his crotch.
- >You punch him twice in the face and he doesn’t even try to block.
- >The griffon falls backwards and you get a good look at him.
- >His canvas pants are soaked.
- >Your kick must have ruptured something.
- >”You fucking bitch!” He snarls.
- >You take the dildo and chop toward his face.
- >An arm barely moves up in time to absorb the blow.
- >With your other magical arm you take the opening for another punch.
- >He takes the hit instead of abandoning his prize.
- >You reach back for another swing but he grabs you by your throat.
- >His legs snake behind yours and he bucks his hips so as to roll to the side.
- >Shit.
- 7/9
- >As he rolls you fall down and he ends up over you.
- >You try to buck him off but he’s too big.
- >He takes another punch in the face before grabbing your horn.
- >Your magical arms instantly disappear.
- >He throttles your head a few times.
- >You helplessly flail against him.
- >”Are you going to be a good girl?”
- >You spit at him.
- >The loogie lands on his sunglasses and slowly trickles down.
- >He leans to the left and elbows your face with his right arm.
- >You feel a warm rush in your mouth and spit again.
- >This time there’s blood.
- >”You ponies think you’re so great.”
- >How are you going to get out of this?
- >”That you know everything.”
- >You search the room for an answer.
- >”I was a normal person not long ago.”
- >The dildo is too far away for you to reach without magic.
- >”You ruined my life, Handler.”
- >If you can get your horn loose you can magic something to help.
- >”And I thought, I know, I’ll lure her into a trap, and then ruin her life.”
- >To your left lies a piece of the broken chair.
- >You’ll play along to distract him when you make your break for it.
- ”Yeah? How?”
- >He waits a moment before answering.
- >”Have you ever been pregnant, Handler?”
- >You’re eyes open wide at this.
- >Griffons and ponies can’t get anything together, right?
- >Well there is that one Hippogryph.
- >You forget his name.
- >”I know what you’re thinking, that isn’t possible.”
- >You struggle to escape his grip.
- >The griffon lets you tire yourself out before continuing.
- >He reaches down toward his pants.
- >”But where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
- >His member pops out of its prison.
- >The griffon’s balls are grotesquely large.
- >”I think that kick drained me a bit, but I’m sure there’s still enough to make do.”
- 8/9
- >What does he mean?
- “That’s why you robbed the sperm bank?”
- >He taps your snout twice.
- >Suddenly realizing your mouth opens on its own.
- >He must have injected himself with that crap.
- >That sick fuck.
- >”Just play along and I won’t hurt you… too much.”
- >He looks down and tries to rip your spandex.
- >It’s now or never!
- >You grab the wood and jam it into his face.
- >It barely misses his eye and his sunglasses clack against the floor.
- >He covers himself with one hand and tries to block with the other.
- >Your magical hands come back to life and hold his throat.
- >You punch him twice and he jumps off of you.
- >With the initiative you follow close behind.
- >He can only use one arm as the other keeps you from seeing his face.
- “I’ve got you now!”
- >He makes a dash for his glasses, but you grab them with your magic.
- >”Shit.”
- ”Give up, griffon.”
- >He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small white ball.
- >”That’s not my name.”
- >You fake lunch toward him and he jumps back.
- “Whats your name then?”
- >He hesitates for a moment.
- >”The Breeder.”
- >Breeder slams to ball toward the ground and a flash of light engulfs the room.
- >You cover your eyes.
- >Instinctively you swing your free magical arm around you.
- >An instant later you open your eyes.
- >All that’s left is a puff of smoke.
- End of Chapter 1
- 9/9
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