Canterlot Confidential

>You saw her from across the bar.
>She sat there almost every evening with either a Sangrita or just regular red wine.
>Christ, she was so beautiful for such an older mare.
>Those eyes, they glistened under the soft, warm colored lights like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
>And oh dear, that skin, you could only assume how soft it really was.
>Not to mention the hair. Two tones drove you over the fucking edge.
>You watch as she reaches for her fourth one tonight. God knows how knocked up she is right now.
>Her movements are so fluid, she seemed like the mare that knew exactly what she wanted before she even made any sort of advances to get it.
>How could you even begin to describe her?
>You couldn't, you thought she was just too perfect for any word for even the most detailed description.
>However for you, she doesn't pay much attention to the man in the tuxedo and fedora.
>Your presence doesn't scare any of the ponies in Equestria all that much. They've seen much more bizarre creatures, and if anything they know you're quite a big help.
>Ever since the heist  and the murder of 3 chairmen for the city, Canterlot has had a sort of post-noire type of vibe. Crime has increased, and security among the princess's castle has gone up as well. Leaving almost all of Canterlot within the crossfire. It had its good part, but almost like Baltimare it was overall not a great place to settle down.




>But that still leaves the question as to what you did to make the city a better place to live in. Well, in the old world you were an acclaimed detective. >You lived an average life for one too, seeing your fair share of murders and rape cases.
>Although you never expected to come and work in a city you had thought to previously be fictional, you enjoy working it nevertheless.
>Upper Crust had make some indirect remarks about you before. She regarded you as a "Nice gentlemen" and trusted you for working in the force. This information came from a higher-class party they held at her mansion out of town while talking to a wealthier friend of yours.
>You really enjoyed the compliment, and you wish she gave you more.
>But, being married, that was something she simply couldn't offer.
>Jet Set, her globetrotting husband, was rarely ever with her. He pretty much leaves her at whatever time share they plan on staying at and makes her do the chores while he goes on "business."
>Glaring over at her again, it makes you wonder why the hell such a petite, classy lady would even consider marrying a cocksucker like him.
>For all you know he could be banging disease-infected fillies in whatever shithole country he goes to make himself look like a God. What a piece of shit.
>Anyhow, you notice her again. Still looking the same since you dosed into your own thoughts.




>You wanted to make some sort of conversion with her, but how would you go about doing that? You felt that opinions on things may differ drastically due to her lifestyle versus yours, so that was out.
>What if she left her purse on the bar table, then you could bring it back to her. You thought something along the lines of this for a second as well, but that was a very unlikely situation. Knowing how much she owns and how pricey they cost, she wouldn't dare do such a mindless thing.
>”Eh.” You thought to yourself. “One of these days we’ll make something work.”
>You’re a member of law enforcement, sure, but you're only there to enforce those laws. You couldn’t give a damn when it comes to moral value.
>You light another cigarette as she arose from the table. You are a little dumbstruck while watching her adjust her pearls and such, making sure she looks just as darling as she did coming in.
>”Goodness gracious.” Whispering under your breath. Her backside was almost as exquisite as the front. It had aged quite delectably, like the wine she’d had been drinking a moment ago.
>Your mind conflicts with itself. A mix of classy, yet perverted thoughts dash through your head at speeds unknown to even the fastest being in Equestria’s existence. Should you make some sort of move, or let her go for now?
>You sigh a breath of defeat. “It’s too late.”
>And before you knew it, she disappeared into darkness of the city street.




>A clock on the wall reads “10:48.” you figure it is time to get back to your apartment. It was going to be a long way home tonight.
>You follow the same as she did and made your way towards the exit. Summer had turned to fall, and the cold nipping sensation was already in effect. Although for you, it didn't bite as hard as it usually did. Your mind was still pacing itself so attention was limited.
>The calm ambience of the bar doesn't compare to the looming offset in the streets. It just felt a little more negative than it usually did. You've personally never experienced a war zone, but it could be compared to such. Any sort of shops or homes were bases, and the roads and alleyways were the battlefields. Everypony for themselves they say, nobody in particular was left out.
>You made your way a few blocks down past the more downscale residential area. It was a shortcut to get to your apartment on the edge of town, but it was always a risky route to take for anyone, especially the wealthy.
>Rounding the final corner of a desolate intersection, you hear a faint, low pitched moan. It sounds like her, but you can't be too sure about it.
>You walk further up the street trying to find the source of the noise and see a break in between two apartment complexes. You dash over to it with the sound increasing in volume.
>Peering down the alleyway, you see her.
>Clothes tattered and torn, mascara running and bruises up and down her body she sit helpless, sobbing to next to three garbage bins and a puddle of putrid, stagnant water.




>You could see near the bottom of her collared shirt was thrashed at the most, possibly due to a potential rape.
>Regaining false composure, she looks up at you questionably. Wondering whether or not to speak to whomever was at the end of the passage. You as well gambled with the thought for a bit, however she beat you to it.
>”D-Detective Anonymous, I-Is that you?”
>You perked up. How did she even know what you looked like as a silhouette at the brim of the alley entrance? Let alone at all?
>Dismayed at the initial response, you respond as you would with any civilian in distress.
“Yes ma’am, but could I ask you first what had just happened?”
>You felt bad for having to ask that, but again its for the wellbeing of the victim. Even if you lusted after her you had to follow procedure.
>”A-a stallion mugged and pulled me into the alleyway…. I-I tried to run but he t-tackled me from behind... N-next thing I know he’s c-choking me with my own sweater... I think he tried to *gulp* r-rape me!”
>Visibly shivering at this point due to the frigid weather and shock, she attempted to stand up. As she tried making any sort of effort to advance towards you, the shock from the incident overcame her and collapsed to the ground.
>You broke into a dash, taking less than 3 strides to the unconscious mare.
>You squatted down to pick her up. She was much lighter than you expected her to be.
>You’ve never held a pony before so for the first couple of seconds it was a little awkward for you.
>But after the awkwardness, you cradled her in your arms like a newborn. She defiantly wasn't the size of a human baby to say the least, but you managed.
>She was just so peaceful. And all that you were occupied with was the sound of her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest.




“Even while insensible she's still alluring.”
>You say this to yourself, scanning up and down her limp body.
>Unsure of what to do, the best option at this point may be taking her back to your place. Considering the fact the hospital was across town and you didn't know where she lived, you thought this to be best suited. Not to mention she didn't hit her head when she fell, so the possibility of a concussion wasn't likely.
>Besides, your servicing her in a way. You know she will see it as an act of kindness.
“Hopefully.”
>Mumbling under your breath.
>Walking out of the alley, you take your coat and begin to wrap it around her like a blanket.
>The thought of her being cozy and warm made you feel the same way. You found comfort in that.




>A few block later, you had made it back to your abode. You sit her upright, bottom propped on the part between your fore and upper arm to get to the keys in your backpocket.
>After you had opened the door, you looked around your small, dark living space.
>It suited you well, you were a single guy but it could always be due for guests on special occasions. You even kept it well decorated.
>It was anything but special at the moment. In fact, it was quite serious.
>Shutting the door behind you, you pulled the coat off of her and began to remove her shredded garments.
>The faint aroma of combined body odor and perfume danced around your head. It was quite the smell, and to most it would be quite putrid. But to you it was like a pie coming fresh out of the oven.
>Sitting in the far left corner was a little box filled with extra blankets and pillows. Laying her down on your largest sofa, you grabbed the absolute best one of each.
>You gently propped her head on the pillow while pulling the covers up to her collarbone, hooves exposed.
>As you begin to walk into the kitchen, you look over your shoulder at the back of the sofa. Again hearing the sound of her slowly paced breaths.
>You shed a tear, knowing the stress and pain of not only going through something as traumatic as what just happened, but the whole of being affluent and having such a good-for-nothing companion.
>You head back over where you previously were.
>Leaning over the side of the armrest, you put your hand on her cheek and kiss her forehead.
“Goodnight madame.”
>You whisper.




>Making yourself a cup of coffee and sitting down at the small wooden dining table, you contemplate future consequences for not taking her into to the medical center.
“What if I get fired? What if she charges me for ponynapping and I get locked up? I can’t afford that publicity! Especially among the higher class!”
>Just then, you hear rustling in the other room. She was waking up.
>Your heart feels as if it’s beating out of your ribcage, ready to escape. You have no idea what type of reaction she is going to have, for or against you.
>”Detective Anonymous? Are you there?”
>A drowsy sounding Upper Crust speaks from the next room over.
>Hesitant to say anything at first, you work up enough courage for a reply.
“It is. Are you feeling any better?”
>”Umm, yes sir. But would it be any trouble to you if I asked for a glass of water? I’m a little parched...”
>You proceed without question. Water in hand, you take it back into the living room.
“Here you g-”




>The glass hit the floor, shattering into pieces among impact.
>Blanket down past her shins while laying seductively on the sofa, she looked back at you with eyes of hunger. She wanted you, and you finally knew it.
>However you couldn't go forth as so at first, it may just be the booze talking.
>”Y’know Anon, I’ve seen you eyeing me at the bar many times now, and you're quite a studmuffin if I do say so myself.
“I-Is that so..?”
>Starting at her thigh, she brought her hoof up and over her smooth, thick hips. It was like watching a carriage go over a hill, yet never seeming to lose any speed in the process.
>”Mmhmm..”
>Sweltering anxiously, you respond with the first thing you can come up with.
”But what about Jet Set?!”
>She rolls her eyes from you to look down at her light yellow fur. She takes the same hoof and makes a circular pattern around her belly, barely grazing it with the tip.
>”Lust is uncommon between the both of us nowadays. There are times I want him to, but he is never around. And when he is, he is so demanding and wants me to try things that I do not want to try. It’s been a mess.”
>She smirked at you like she knew something you didn’t. Almost like with the criminals you’ve interviewed in the past, but without that provocative flare.
>”We can work something out that will satisfy us both tonight. And you want it just as bad as I do Anon, I can see it.”




>She stretches on the couch with a long, low yawn. Getting up, she trots in your direction. She exaggerates her hip movements to get you to notice. You watch them swing back and forth like a watch on a chain, hypnotized.
>”Come on Anon, you know you want me. Even if it’s for one night we’ll both be satisfied in the end.”
>She reaches for you, putting her hoof as high as it can go on your breast. You cup it with your hands and look  into the depths of her soul. You’re going to take one of the biggest chances of your lifetime.
“I do, but I must know one thing before anything else. Are you..?”
>”No Anon. I may be a little tipsy, but again I know what I want. And as for you, well, you don't seem all that concerned.”
>She works her hoof past your stomach down to your groin. She pauses and looks up at you.
>”Now, let's get these filthy pants off of you, shall we?”
>You feel as your trousers pass your legs. Goosebumps began to form everywhere as the sheer pleasure of her taking off your clothes increases.
>”Well, this just won’t do.”
>Rising back up she stares perplexed at your undergarments.
>”Huh.. These won’t do either.”




>Arising once more, she stares at your flaccid dick in amazement with her hoofs up to her cheeks.
>”Ooh, aren't you hung?”
>She begins to caress the tip in soft circular strokes.
>Batting her eyes up at you, she parts her lips to make casual small talk as she works her way down your shaft and back up again.
>”So, you enjoy working as a member of the law Anon?”
”W-well it puts money in my pockets, I-I guess.”
>”Ah, a man with a steady income is always something us uppity mares admire.”
”Y-yeah, g-guess so..”
>As she picks up the pace she keeps her
movements somewhat rhythmic.
>You notice her other hoof work its way back up to your breast.
>Her sweet lips also follow suit to your ear.
>”No need to speak anymore, sweetie. You're nervous. Let me do all of the work and you just relax.”
>The words speak for themself.
>A tingling sensation begins at your eardrum, shooting throughout the rest of your head like medicine being administered via vein.
>Her somatic air switches to more a dominating demeanor.
>”Now that I've warmed you up, here comes the fun part..”




>She practically tackles you over the sofa arm, head careening into the center of a throw pillow.
>Grasping the collar or your now wrinkled shirt the smooth brim of her mouth makes contact with yours.
>Locked into what could only be described as an obscure battle a fight for dominance ensues.
>Foreign saliva seeps past your teeth like a partly  dammed waterway, coating the inside of your formally dry cheeks.
>You close your eyes, drifting away from reality as you fall into another dimension of pleasure.
>Without really realizing it your hand creeps over her back with each nerve feeling the soft follicles of fur.
>This erotic display of affection between equine and human feels so wrong, yet all the more right knowing it’s with a pony you have adored even the mere thought of.
>You feel a warm, wet spot form at the base of your overcoat.
>”Oh my! I'm very sorry detective..”
>You open your eyes, wrenched away from the enticing blackness.
>Faced flushed of color with a warm blush she straddles you with a partially saturated area underneath of her.
”No you’re alright, dear.”
>Time to take it to the next level.


>She opens up like a rose, revealing her glossy smooth pussy.
>You slowly slide your cock into her like a knife slicing through margarine.
>In response the mare lets out a heavenly yelp of gratification, tensing up around you.
>It takes you a second to get into the motion of things.
>Though with each passing second her warmth engulfs your rod with each thrust.
>Head skimming along the inside walls the nerves along your shaft stay consistent with the sexual gratification you receive.
>Your partner, however, was nowhere in any known reality.


>You close your eyes once more.
>The blackness behind your eyelids leads to a massive fabrication of diminutive dots scattered across the plane of what there is to discern.
>The given scene was comparable to the vastness of the outer limits.
>As you observe your surroundings, you feel at east attributing this anomalous event to the effects of sex in the Equestrian world.
>The “stars” begin to gravitate into the center of your visual field, forming into a bright mass.
>A muffled yet distinguishable moan came from within it.
>Without notice you begin to accelerate.
>The voice becomes more clear as you pick up speed towards the mass.
>It was Upper Crust.
>She cried your name as a current of dopamine electrifies your being.


>You come back to find yourself grinding faster. Finding both you and her moaning like two solus voices from within Everfree Forest.
>”A-ANON, F-FINSH PLEASE!”
>Picking up the pace you think about the sweet release coming up.
>You feel your member hit the back of her snatch a few times in the process, which in turn gave the most pleasurable reactions.
“AHH ALMOST THERE”
>You feel yourself start to climax.
>A massive load ejects itself into her womb.
>Cum begins to gush out of all sides of her vulva, seeping onto the sofa cushion.
>Upper Crust falls forward into your chest, rod slipping out of her slit flinging a white wet mess all over the upholstery.
>You feel her shake against your skin ascribed to the mind shattering orgasm.
>Eyes shut, the mare that hated everyone whispered the three words that have stuck in your mind forevermore.
“Goodnight, Detective Anonymous.”


>You awoke to birds nestled in a tree outside the front window.
>The sun gleamed in through the glass, signifying a new day has come.
>However, this new day failed to bring one particular thing to light.
>The mare who had stolen your heart.
>Still nude, you ran frantically throughout the home, searching top to bottom for the mistress.
>In the end however, your search efforts came up nought.
>You sat down on the couch.
>A sigh of sorrow slips your mouth.
>You glance around at your apartment.
>Though everything is irradiated by the ray of sunshine, your dwellings felt empty.
>Gazing around the room you spot a piece of note sized paper stuck between the doorframe.
>Picking it up, the memories of last night flood your thoughts.
>The scent of her perfume hits your nostrils a final time.


>“Mr. Anonymous,


>Thank you for such a wonderful night last night. You made me feel like not only a mare should but a pony that actually mattered. Being married to Jet Set can be quite a horrid experience, always expecting to be rude and condescending towards others. He treats me poorly but I try the best to always see the good in that man. But going back to you detective, you showed me compassion when I was laying in a ditch looking utterly dreadful. Nopony should ever have to go through what I went through, but I guess there won't always be others around like you to help them out.


Please keep helping to make Equestria the best that it can be. You have showed that even the darkest Canterlot has to offer there is still sense of fraternity and empathy among its streets, which is what it needs more than ever as of now.


Sincerely yours,
Upper Crust.”


>You set the note aside as you get ready for work.
>The routine feels less stressful.
>Life already felt like a dream, but could this actually be real?
>A dull pinch to your hand confirmed reality.
>For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile came across your face.
>Slipping on your trench coat you pocketed the note, hidden from sight in an interior patch.
>You turn the knob to the front door, staring back at the sofa.
>You give it a nod of the head as you exit optimistically into the city of Canterlot.