“Babs!” Nightcap called. “Babs!”

“Get out,” Babs muttered and rolled on the bed, sinking her face into a pillow.

“Babs!” Nightcap approached the bed and lifted the blanket with her magic. “Ya came here three days ago, covered in mud, ya sleep in my bed, drink my vodka, there’s a fuckin’ gun lying on the table… What the hell is goin’ on?”

“Check out the news,” Babs replied, staring blankly at the cracks on the wall.

“I don’t need to,” Nightcap replied. “Why do ya think I’m here instead of workin’? It’s some fuckin’ mess… Since they found that girl in the warehouse, everypony went crazy. The mayor said that they’re gonna start work against crime and such bullshit. So far, the guards almost arrested me for standin’ next to the railway station. Ya should read what the father of that poor girl said...” She paused hearing Babs weeping. “What’s goin’ on? Ya killed her or what?”

“No,” Babs replied.

“I’ve heard it was griffons,” Nightcap said. “No wonder both the mafia and the guards wanna get rid of ‘em…”

Babs groaned and put a pillow over her head. Nightcap sighed and circled the bed to face her.

“Listen to me,” she said. “I have nothin’ against ya bein’ here, but I’ve slept for three days on my old, mouldy sofa and my back is killin’ me. Can ya, please, tell me what happened?”

“No.” Babs turned in the bed and covered herself with a blanket.

Nightcap stood in front of her and aimed her horn at her. “Get outta my bed or tell me what happened or I’ll blast ya to the next Friday.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Babs muttered.

“That wall behind ya is so thin ya’ll fly through it. And remember that it’s the eighth floor…” Nightcap lit her horn and smiled menacingly.

“Okay…” Babs said. She rolled on her back and sighed.

Nightcap shuddered, seeing her red, puffy eyes and tear-stained face. She sat on her bed next to Babs. “What bothers ya?” she asked.

Babs hesitated. She started to cry again, sinking her face in Nightcap’s coat. “I… I killed ‘em…” she whispered.

Nightcap furrowed her eyebrows. “Killed who?” she asked. “What the hell have ya done, Babs?”

“The griffons,” Babs replied. “I… I saw what they did to Dove… and…” She sobbed and hugged Nightcap frantically.

“Well…” Nightcap muttered. “At least they’re still lookin’ for their bodies… The guards found the blood and think that the mafia hired someone to kill ‘em...”

“I don’t care…” Babs said. “They can catch me if they want… I’m thinkin’ about turnin’ myself in...”

“What?!” Nightcap exclaimed. “Ya’ll be tried like an adult… They’ll kill ya… I know that ya regret it, but–”

“Regret?” Babs interrupted her. “I don’t regret that…” She sat on the bed and wiped tears from her face. “I’d do that one more time… Ya haven’t seen Dove… The only thing I regret is that I didn’t make ‘em suffer longer… Beg me for mercy… For death… I regret that I didn’t left ‘em mutilated…”

Nightcap froze. She moved on her bed to be further from Babs. “Honestly? If I were in the jury, I’d be the first to vote for shooting ya…” she said. She saw that Babs shuddered, so she added, “But it’s not the court and I’m not in the jury. If ya didn’t regret that ya killed ‘em, then why were ya cryin’ in my bed for three days?”

“It’s just… everything,” Babs replied. “Dove… And I do feel remorse… I don’t want to feel it – they were raping her till she died, probably even after that… I want to hate ‘em, but… When I think of their bodies…” She hugged Nightcap again. Nightcap shuddered, feeling her hooves on her body – since she’d learned about what Babs had done, she was repulsed by the very sight of her lying in her bed. However, she just couldn’t push her away. She patted Babs’ mane and pulled her into a hug, lying in a bed next to her.

“Stay with me…” Babs muttered. Nightcap felt that she started to shiver.

“Well, my bed is kinda crowded, but…” Nightcap shook her head. “As long as ya want, Babsie… As long as ya want…”

Babs nodded and closed her eyes, sinking her face in Nightcap’s coat. Nightcap started to rub her back with her forelegs. Babs purred like a cat. Nightcap massaged her body slowly, making her roll on the bed and lay on her stomach, moaning.

“No way!” Nightcap exclaimed. “Ya sound like ya’re getting off to that…”

“What if I do?” Babs asked, turning her face to Nightcap. Her fur was still stained with tears, but the unicorn could already see a faint trace of her usual smirk.

“You’re the sickest and most depraved teen I’ve ever met,” Nightcap replied. “Mugging, murders and now molesting me…”

“I’m sorry, but it seems that I’m being molested here.” Babs stretched her hooves. “I’m technically a minor, so…”

“It’s just a massage,” Nightcap said quickly. “Ya’re sad, so I’m doing that to cheer ya up. Nothing more.”

“I don’t need cheering up,” Babs muttered. “I need to forget. Since I doubt that ya can remove a part of my brain…” She shook Nightcap’s hooves off of herself and sat on the bed, facing the wall. “Why I’m like that? It’s not even about those griffons. Remember that girl I killed earlier. She just took a pepper spray and the first thing I did was stabbin’ her. Is that normal?”

“It’s not,” Nightcap said, sitting next to her. “But the world ain’t normal either…”

“The world!” Babs exclaimed. “Who causes the world to be like that? We do!” She sighed and looked at the dusty floor. “That’s completely fucked up…”

“Ya should become a politician…” Nightcap muttered, wrapping her hoof around Babs. “In case ya can’t convince the others, ya can always shoot ‘em…”

“Shut up.” Babs prodded Nightcap. “I’m not shooting anyone…”

“Okay, ya can’t be a politician,” Nightcap said. “Ya have conscience. Dirty, rotten conscience that whores itself like… Well, like me… But still...” She ruffled Babs’ mane.

“Admit it…” Babs blew her mane from her eyes. “Bad girls turn ya on, huh?” She spread her hooves. “Ya want it, don’t ya?”

“Maybe,” Nightcap said, blushing heavily. “I’d like to remind ya that ya came to my bed yourself… Slut.”

“Slut?” Babs tackled Nightcap and looked directly into her eyes, smirking. “Ya let old pricks use your cunt for fifty bits and ya call me a slut?”

Nightcap smacked her face and rolled on the bed, pinning Babs to the mattress. “Yes, slut,” she replied. “You’re a slut…” She kissed Babs, forcing her tongue deep into her mouth. “...a thief…” Another kiss. “...and a dirty, little murderer…” She smacked Babs’ flank. “...and a fat one.”

“Fat?” Babs exclaimed. She freed one of her hooves and slapped Nightcap across the face.

“Ya beat like a little foal…” Nightcap said. “C’mon, I’ll give ya a chance to show me that ya can do better… Ouch!” She started to rub her cheek after Babs hit her once more. This time it wasn’t a gentle slap – Nightcap’s cheek started to swell. Before she could get her bearings, Babs tackled her and sink her teeth in her shoulder. The smell of blood made her body shudder and for a moment she lowered her guard.

For Nightcap, it was enough. She tackled Babs, throwing her out of bed and pinning her to the floor. Babs tried to catch her breath, but then Nightcap lowered her head and started to suck one of her teats.

“S-stop it!” Babs exclaimed. “It… It…”

“Yeah, I know…” Nightcap gave a long lick to one of Babs’ nipples. “I do that for a livin’ – I know how to make ya beg for that…” She resumed licking and put one of her hooves on Babs’ crotch, stroking it gently. Babs moaned, trying to kick Nightcap off of herself – or rather pretending to do so.

“For what ya did to my face I should either stop right before ya come or shove my hoof up your fat ass…” Nightcap muttered, licking Babs’ teats and slowly lowering herself towards her labia. “Really, the clients will think that I have a crazy pimp…”

“Ya shouldn’t have said that I beat like a foal…” Babs panted. She resigned from trying to kick Nightcap and wrapped her hind legs around her shoulders.

“I still think that…” Nightcap paused for a moment before shoving her tongue into Babs’ vagina, causing her to moan, clenching her muscles around it.

“If… I… mmph… Punched ya… Aargh! Like I usually do… I’d break your jaw...” Babs muttered. “Oh fuck… Don’t stop…”

“Why not?” Nightcap retreated her tongue. “I should leave ya here like that… And watch ya finishing yourself off with your hooves…”

“Don’t ya dare…” Babs muttered. “Or I’ll really break your jaw…”

“Why so violent?” Nightcap gave a long lick to Babs’ clit. “And ya wonder why ya killed ‘em…”

Babs kicked Nightcap in the same place on her shoulder where she’d left the bite marks. Nightcap hissed and bit Babs’ inner thigh, causing her to scream in pain and surprise. Before Babs could react, Nightcap was lying on her, and kissing her. The smell and taste of her own juices overwhelmed her. She moaned, hugging Nightcap and licking every single drop off of her lips.

“You like it rough, huh?” Nightcap muttered when their lips parted. “I’ll make it rough… But don’t cry later that your poor pussy hurts…” She started to rub her marehood against’ Babs’, forcing herself between her legs. Even though Babs’ fur was already damp, she felt that it wasn’t enough – Nightcap was scratching her. Babs gritted her teeth. Her mind started to drift off, confused by pain and pleasure mixing into one, overwhelming feeling. She was getting close; she could feel it. She gave out a loud moan, but before she came, Nightcap paused again and sat on her stomach, smirking playfully.

“You’re tough,” she said. “But it’s not funny when I can feel your blood down there…” She turned around and swished her tail to the side. “Okay, Babs… Show me if your mouth can do more than braggin’...” She lay down on Babs, and started to suck on her clit, rubbing her teats with her forelegs. Babs lifted her head and tried sticking her tongue into Nightcap’s vagina. Her tongue seemed clumsy and slow, but Nightcap started to moan quietly.

“Good,” Nightcap muttered. “Keep goin’...” She groaned and bucked her hips. She gave a lick to Babs’ labia and came back to playing with her clit, grabbing it gently with her teeth.

Babs finally found a fitting rhythm and synchronised her licks with Nightcap’s moves. Her mind went into overdrive – the events of the last couple of days started to fade. The waves of pleasure were spreading over all her body, rendering her limbs numb. She could barely focus on returning the favour.

“Babs! I’m…” Nightcap moaned louder than before and some of her fluids escaped her pussy, bathing Babs in them. Babs gave her a final lick before she also drowned in pleasure, her whole body twitching and relaxing. Nightcap rolled off of her and lay on the floor next to her, panting heavily.

“That was…” she said, but paused when she turned to Babs and saw tears in her eyes. “What’s goin’ on? I made quite a mess here…”

“No, it’s not that…” Babs muttered. The post-orgasm haze was slowly wearing off and all her fears and worries came back.

“Okay, I get it,” Nightcap said, getting up from the floor. “It’s just ya bein’ ya… Murder for breakfast, sex for lunch, remorse for supper.”

“I’m gonna go,” Babs muttered, standing up and wiping her face. “May I use your shower?”

“Sure, why not…” Nightcap said, sighing. “Ya already used my bed and me…”

“Ya started it…” Babs glared at her angrily.

“I’m jokin’, okay? Watch out for the water, it’s cold…”

Babs’ mother glared at her angrily when she saw her opening the door. “Where have you been?” she asked, putting the broom into the corner of the hall and blowing her mane off her eyes. “You left home on Saturday. It’s Wednesday…”

“I needed to… help a friend…” Babs muttered and tried to get past her mother to go to her room.

“For five days?!” Babs’ mother exclaimed and looked at her daughter. “Sweet Celestia, Babs, have you gotten into a fight again?”

“No,” Babs replied. She sighed with relief when she realised that her jacket was covering the biggest scratches and bite marks. Their location would probably make her mother faint. “I tripped and fell.”

“Of course…” Babs’ mother shook her head. “Do you know what happens in the town? Dad wanted to tell the guards that you’re missing…”

“And he didn’t for five days?” Babs asked. “I see that ya really care about me, mom!” She trotted to her room and slammed the door shut. She threw her jacket on the floor and sat on her bed.

“The guards were here,” her mother said, opening the door. “They were lookin’ for you.”

Babs froze. “What did they want?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

“The principal told ‘em that you got into a fight with that girl who was killed by the griffons. They thought you helped them…”

Babs slammed her hoof against her forehead. “They should’ve asked her dad why she was smugglin’ drugs in the first place…”

“Was she?” Babs’ mother asked. “They didn’t mention that.”

Babs cursed her own stupidity. If she told the guards that she knew about the drugs, she’d surely end up in jail. “She wanted me to help her,” she said quickly. “That’s why we started to fight.”

“Oh…” Babs’ mother raised her eyebrows. “Well, you shouldn’t have beaten her… But it’s good that you at least stay out of trouble…”

“Yeah,” Babs muttered, lying on her bed. When her mother left the room, she sighed and trotted to the shelf with her records. She found an album with old Octavia Melody’s songs and lay back on her bed, listening to the sad sounds of a cello.

“I stay out of trouble, mom…” she whispered. “Except of trouble I make myself…”

Author's Notes:

Mom probably wouldn't be happy...