Chapter 147

After a deep inhale through her nose, Rarity let out a blissful sigh. “Ahhhhh… this is lovely, darling. A brilliant idea, I must say.”

“Mmm. I’m glad you like it, Rare,” Fluttershy replied softly.

Another relaxed sigh. “How did you think of it again?”

“Oh, um… well, partly because of that night I tried to get Goldie to stay home from the hotel mission, but also because I was watching that show about newborn babies and how the moms like to do ‘skin time’ with them.”

“Mmm. You’re a genius, Fluttershy.”

It was late in the evening, and Rarity and Fluttershy were sprawled out together on the couch, listening to some relaxing music. The fashionista was laying face-down with her arms folded in front of her, resting her cheek on them. She was nude, save for a black lace thong that stretched across her hips and disappeared in the crack of her derriere.

Fluttershy was sprawled out on top of that pale, white form, but lower down; her hips rested on the cushion between Rarity’s legs while her head rested on her back, her long pink hair pouring down and mixing with the silky indigo locks of her girlfriend. The shy girl was dressed the same, wearing nothing but a pair of plain teal panties, her full, yellow breasts mashed against the white cheeks of Rarity’s backside.

Skin time was a happy time for these two lovers, a new favourite avocation that they’d tried tonight for the first time, and it was a winner indeed. Miles of bare skin --white, yellow-- that seemed to go on forever; soft, smooth, and delightfully warm to the touch; add to that the soft tickle of fragrant hair, and this had quickly turned into one of the most relaxing bonding activities they’d ever engaged in.

The only real test was how long they could hold out before things got heated.

Rarity closed her eyes after noting the time in the corner of the dormant TV screen, smiling at the cool tickle of Fluttershy’s breath on her back. “They’re certainly keeping Golds late on his first day back; it’s after eight o’clock already.”

“Hhmm,” Fluttershy sighed. “They’re probably just catching up. I think Goldie really likes his boss. He missed working there a lot; it really bothered him when they let him go.”

“Mm, yes. It easy to tell he was despondent about it,” Rarity replied, lifting herself onto her elbows to look back at the girl, who lifted her head to see what she wanted. “D’you mind of I turn over, darling? I’d like to lay on my back for a while.”

“Sure,” Fluttershy said, sitting up on her heels to watch that slender, elegant figure turnover, revealing those ample, yet perky white breasts, complete with soft, pink nipples that began to harden immediately once the air hit them.

Rarity laid on her back, using her hands to sweep her hair over one shoulder before getting comfortable. The shy girl shifted backwards slightly before lying down on her side, placing her shoulder on the cushion between those milky thighs and resting her cheek on the fashionista’s lace-covered mound.

Sighing, Fluttershy stared at the blank screen for a moment before letting her eyes wander across the slope of Rarity’s hip, noting the smoothness of that powdery skin. She tilted her head upward to follow the slender shape of her figure, stopping when she’d reached the sudden rise at the base of her breast; from this perspective, it was like floating in an ocean of vanilla soft-serve, aside from the comforting warmth that radiated from her skin.

With a content smile, Fluttershy tilted her face down to bury her nose in the lacy fabric of Rarity’s panties, inhaling deeply through her nostrils. A subtle musk rushed in to fill her senses, a smell that, while not the freshest when taken at face value, Fluttershy loved. It was one of the fashionista’s most intimate scents, and it reminded the shy girl that even someone as seemingly flawless as Rarity was subject to the laws of nature; it made her that much more real.

“Mmmm…” the shy girl moaned, brushing her hair aside with her fingertips.

“Mm-hm…” Rarity replied, eyes closed to show off those powdery blue eyelids.

“This is nice,” Fluttershy said, running her fingers up her lover’s thigh, absorbing their warmth as she lay between them.

“Indeed.”

After several seconds of silence, the shy girl shifted her head back to let it rest closer to Rarity’s hip, looking down at those elegant, black panties as she brushed her fingertips over them, feeling their embroidery beneath her touch. She traced her index finger along the far edge, slipping it underneath to pull them gently aside, revealing that white mound with its decorative strip of short, violet hair.

Rarity did not react to having her womanhood uncovered.

“Rare?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why don’t you like your little landing strip?”

The fashionista opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. To be fair, I wouldn’t say I dislike it, per se; I simply wish that I’d gone with something different--having none at all like you, for instance. Had I known it would be permanent, I would have put a little more thought into it.”

“Hm.” Fluttershy, still holding the panties aside, reached out with her middle finger to caress the strip of hair, feeling its coarseness, its wiry, purple curls under her fingertip. “I think it’s pretty; it compliments your colour perfectly. You made a good choice, Rare, you shouldn’t worry about it.”

Rarity smiled. “Aww. Thank you.”

With a smile of her own, Fluttershy peeled the underwear further aside to uncover the smooth, white lips that lived lower down between Rarity’s thighs, and she reached down to plant a gentle kiss on them. After letting her upper lip linger in that cute little cleft for a moment, the shy girl withdrew and stretched the panties back into place, covering the fashionista’s womanhood once again.

After giving a soft pat to that lacy mound, Fluttershy rested her cheek on it once again, dragging her fingertips up and down Rarity’s thigh, making her tense up as she grazed that snowy-white skin.

“Hm!” Rarity stifled a giggle. “Tickles.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Fluttershy said softly, laying her hand flat on that white skin.

Rarity then relaxed and followed suit, a soft breeze exiting her nose as she closed her eyes once more. Then they popped open again. “Seriously… how long Golds planning on staying at work? He’s gonna regret missing out on some lovely skin time.”

“{i]And what’s gonna come after,” Fluttershy added, smiling as she reminisced on the previous two nights. “This week has been amazing,” she continued. “Pinkie Pie got turned--on the same night you and me… um, you know… all night…”

“Mm-hmm…”

“And then last night it was me and Goldie… you know… all night.”

“Mmm…”

“And tonight --whenever her gets home-- I get to have both of you.”

Rarity raised a quick finger. “Not all night, though, I’m afraid; there is training later on, and everyone is expected to be there--even Pinkie Pie. It’s her first night, and…” --she reached down to jiggle Fluttershy’s shoulder excitedly-- “we’re gonna reveal her suit to everyone! EEEE!”

“Oh! You got the alterations done already?”

“You’re surprised by this?” Rarity replied, running her fingers through the shy girl’s hair.

Fluttershy giggled. “How does it look?”

“Oh my goodness, darling, she looks absolutely smashing in it! Her new figure is positively stunning!”

“Well, that and you’re an amazing designer.”

“Ohh…” Rarity reached down to squeeze the shy girl’s shoulders, pursing her lips to speak in one of those ‘I wuv you’ tones. “You so sweet!”

Fluttershy rose to one elbow in response, facing downward so she could plant a row of kisses from the top of those black panties to the other girl’s navel. She paused briefly to poke her tongue into that cute little knot, causing the fashionista to squirm and stifle a squeal before continuing upward, leaving a kiss every couple of inches.

Silky, pink hair tickled Rarity’s luscious skin as Fluttershy crawled over her, reaching down to flick her nipple with her tongue and then closing her lips around it for a soft suckle. She repeated the process with the other breast before kissing between them, making her way over those delicate collarbones and eventually burying her lips in Rarity’s neck, tracing a moist line up the side until she reached her earlobe, giving it a playful nibble.

The fashionista giggled and bit her lip, gasping sharply through her nostrils as the shy girl tickled and teased her. Their lips met soon after, as did their tongues when Fluttershy entered Rarity’s mouth to share some saliva with her. A soft moan escaped Rarity’s throat as their tongues licked one another with growing enthusiasm, their panties rapidly heating up as their bodies prepared for the incoming affection.

Fluttershy broke the kiss eventually, licking the other girl’s saliva from her lips as she stared down at her and admired that stunning visage. “I’m, um, having trouble being patient waiting for Goldie…”

Rarity nodded, her breathing elevated slightly. “Same here.”

“You don’t think he’d mind if we got the ball rolling without him, do you?”

“Not at all, darling,” Rarity replied, watching the shy girl look down at her breast as she dangled it above her own, letting their stiff nipples brush together. “I’m sure he’d appreciate coming home after a long day’s work to a pair of hungry mouths sliding all over his cock.”

“Ooh… I bet he’ll love that.” Fluttershy grinned amorously as she leaned in to reconnect their lips.

During the ensuing make-out, the sound of a diesel engine began to grow in the distance, louder and louder still as it approached. The girls stopped mid-kiss and opened their eyes to stare at one another, and then they began to snicker into each other’s mouths.

“How does he do it?” Rarity asked, her hand hooked around the back of Fluttershy’s neck. “How does he always manage to be in the right place at the right time?”

Outside, the engine went silent, followed by the faint sound of a door opening.

“He’s just a lucky boy,” Fluttershy giggled. “And he’s gonna know it in just a--“ She stopped suddenly, her brow marked with a measure of curiosity and concern.

“What is it, darling?” Rarity asked, noticing the sudden turn to seriousness.

“He’s not alone,” Fluttershy answered, sitting upright to look at the front door over the back of the couch.

“What!?” Rarity gasped, leaning up on her hands.

“There’s someone with him.” Fluttershy’s eyes were wide.

“Who?”

The shy girl shook her head. “I don’t know.” She paused for a moment, listening to the ‘feed’ given from her minions outside when her eyes widened suddenly. “They’re coming inside!”

Rarity gasped as both girls jumped to their feet, covering their bare breasts.

***

Outside, I turned the handle of Fluttershy’s front door and threw it opened, leading Hopper along by the scruff of his neck. Once inside, I shoved him toward the table, causing one of the chairs to skid noisily when he bumped into it. He groaned and clutched his arm, which was wrapped in an old shirt covered in a black garbage bag.

“Sit down. Shut-up,” I ordered, kicking my boots off. I glanced around the main room, wondering where the shy girl was; my search was short, however--and it ended with a rather surprising find.

Both of the girls were standing by the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of panties each, Fluttershy with her hands cupped over her breasts, and Rarity with her arms folded across hers.

“Oh, hey… sorry, I uh…” I glanced over at Hopper once again, thinking about how to begin explaining my day when I noticed him staring at the pair of gorgeous, scantily-clad women. “Hey!” I stepped closer to smack him across the forehead. “Don’t be looking at them!”

He grunted, looking back at me with a face twisted into a defiant grimace. His attention was quickly diverted, though, when he heard the soft padding of big, furry feet coming around then end of the couch. Link paused with one front paw in the air when his eyes landed on the haggard man, eyes glaring wide, ears laid down flat.

A husky snarl came from the lynx as he took one step forward, bearing his teeth, followed by a second snarl and a throaty cry of aggression, causing Hopper to shift backwards and stumble over the chair behind him.

“What the hell is this!?” he complained as the big cat thumped another step closer.

In the meantime, Rarity swiped her hand near Fluttershy’s chest, using her magic to conjure up a sparkling bra to cover her breasts with before doing the same for herself. Now somewhat covered and free of self-consciousness, the girls were able to relax a bit so they could bring their full attention onto the unwilling guest.

“He belongs to her, Mr. Bunny Rabbit,” I was saying to Hopper as I pointed to Fluttershy, double-taking when I noticed the diamond top she now sported. “And if you don’t behave, she’ll tell him to eat your ass--and he will, since snowshoe hares are the lynx’s number one prey.”

“Darling, i-if I may…” Rarity said as she took a step closer, finger raised. “Who… is this gentleman?”

“Oh, this piece of shit showed up at the shop today and pulled a gun on my boss,” I explained rather curtly, glancing at Hopper and then the fashionista, who covered her mouth in response.

“Oh my goodness! Why would he do that?” Rarity asked with a sharp glance at Hopper.

“Well, as it turns out… you remember our boy Rutherford who took my job?” I asked, to which the girls nodded. “It seems he had a bit of a… dark past, I guess you could say--a past that apparently, he couldn’t escape from.” I pointed at Hopper with my thumb. “Looks like they tracked him down and buried him, but they couldn’t just leave things alone…”

Fluttershy covered her mouth at this. “Oh dear! He… he’s dead?”

I nodded, glancing over at Hopper. “That’s my guess. And apparently these assholes were worried that he might have spilled some of their secrets, so they came by the shop to make sure the people he was working with were silenced.” I stepped closer and put my face next his temple, making him flinch slightly. “But they done fucked up! You didn’t expect to run into me there, did you? Now, instead of keeping all your secrets, you’ve exposed ALL of them!”

Rarity cocked her head. “What does that mean, darling? What secrets?” she asked, fanning herself with her hand in response to the inexplicable heat that suddenly washed through her.

“What secrets?” I raised a brow at the fashionista. “You wanna take a wild guess who this fuck-head works for? How about a little drug ring known as ‘The Ministry?’”

The girls’ eyes went wide for a moment, but then narrowed as they both focused their distain on Hopper, Link growling all the while.

“I see…” Rarity said flatly.

“That’s right,” I continued, swinging a finger at him. “And their leader is a reverend from the big city.”

The girls looked at each other.

“A reverend?” Fluttershy repeated, looking at me again.

“Well, Sunset did say that he was a public official,” Rarity said, rubbing her chin. “Such a façade would make sense. I mean, who’s going to expect a preacher to be part of all of this? To be part of an organisation that would murder families for nothing. It’s ironic, really; given how religious the Pies were.”

Hopper cocked his head when he heard the name. Clearly, he was aware of whom we were speaking.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “And I’m sure that was reason they were so adamant about making sure Ruthers hadn’t told anyone. Their whole business would come crashing down if people knew the truth.”

“Hoo! Indeed,” Rarity agreed, exhaling through pursed lips as she fanned herself once again.

I took notice of her doing this once again, and after watching her for a moment I shifted my attention to Fluttershy, who also looked a bit distracted, thighs rubbing together as she stood pigeon-toed, nibbling on her bottom lip as she stared at my chest.

“Are you two alright?” I asked, making them snap out of their trances to look me in the eyes.

“Er… yes, darling,” Rarity answered after a deep breath. “I’m just… feeling a bit flushed for some reason. It’s quite strange; it just… started happening.”

“Mmm,” Fluttershy nodded. “Same here. I don’t know what it is.”

I scratched my ear, watching them in confusion for a moment before gesturing at the hallway. “Well… why don’t you take a minute to go get some clothes on? Your nips are kinda showing through those tops.”

Both girls looked down at themselves, then back at me with alarm.

“Ah… right,” Rarity said, raising a finger as she turned for the hall, placing hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder to guide her along. “We’ll be right back; come along, Fluttershy!”

The two girls quickly exited the room in a single-file, with Rarity taking up the rear. I was quick to notice Hopper watching that bare, white ass bounce away, covered by nothing more than that thin, lacy T-bar across the top, so I reached over to smack him across the forehead.

“HEY! I catch you gawking at them again, you’re gonna lose those peepers. Got it?”

The girls returned moments later, each dressed in a pair of dark, tight pants. Fluttershy had chosen a light blue sleeveless top with a frilly neckline, and Rarity a flowing silk blouse that crossed over itself in the front, showing plenty of cleavage--much to Hopper’s dismay.

“Hoo! OK…” The fashionista rubbed her hands together as she watched the guest keep his eyes on the table. “So. Two questions. One: why did you bring him here?”

I pulled my phone out to check the time. “Uh, because if my hunch is right, this guy is pretty high up in the Ministry, which means he’ll be chock full of valuable information--which is why I texted Sunny to meet me out here.”

Rarity brought her chin up, brows raised. “Ahhhh… smart, darling. Sunset will be able to learn all we’ll ever need to know to take them down in a matter of seconds. Mmmm…”

“Yeah…” I furrowed my brows in response, watching the fashionista slip one hand up her shoulder and under her hair to rub the back of her neck, eyes closed as she tilted her head to the side. “Are you sure you’re feeling OK? You’re kind of acting a little, uh…”

“I don’t know, darling…” Rarity breathed a long, soothing sigh. “It’s strange, I… I feel a certain déjà vu, like I’ve felt this before.”

“Um… m-me too,” Fluttershy added, wringing her hands together. “In the desert… when we fought those guys on the bikes. I remember after that, I felt… warm --like I wanted to… um… you know-- except I didn’t do anything about it because I was so upset. I mean… I almost did; in the hotel, in the shower, but… I-I didn’t.”

Rarity shook a finger. “Yes! That’s where I’ve felt this before: when the three of you returned home. There was something different about Golds. There was an energy about him; I don’t know what it was, but it was very alluring. We all felt it, but… it was nowhere near as strong as it is now.”

The fashionista looked at me next, those violet brows furrowed. “What exactly happened there today? How many of these men were there?”

“Five, including this guy,” I replied, pointing at Hopper with my thumb.

Rarity raised a brow. “And the others are… where?”

“In the back of my truck.”

“Dead, I presume?”

“Well if they’re not, they are excellent fakers,” I snorted. Then I waved over my shoulder at the front door. “I was gonna carry them out to the Riverfield to bury them when we go for training tonight.”

Rarity paused from chewing her thumbnail for a moment to think. “So… you saw some significant action today then?”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Do you feel any different?”

“Uh… a little, maybe? I dunno. Other than feeling a sort of… adrenaline rush, I guess you could call it, when things like this happen, I don’t really feel any different.”

Rarity snapped her finger and pointed at me. “Wait, go back! What did you say about an adrenaline rush?”

I let a breath blow from between my lips, subbing the back of my head as I thought about how to describe it. “It’s like a… like a surge of energy; like whatever power I have gets like… amped up or something. I’ve always assumed it happens to normal people too--only different, I guess. Maybe not as strong though.”

“Yes…” Rarity mumbled absentmindedly as she tapped her lips with her fingers. “I can… feel it, in a way; it’s like a beacon of some sort, and it makes me feel somewhat, er…” She paused for a moment, trying to think of a discreet way of putting it. “Warm. In my, er, personal space.”

I gave her a sideways look when she said this. “What, you mean like Sunny’s magic?”

Hopper looked more confused than ever.

“Perhaps,” Rarity replied as she rubbed her thighs together. “The feeling is rather… urgent.”

My eyes moved down to her crotch as she pinched her womanhood between her thighs, trying to keep herself together. Just then, something soft pressed against my arm and I turned to find the shy girl standing next to me with her breasts squashed into me, biting her lip and staring at me with a pair of sparkling eyes.

“Hey…” I said, watching her lick her lips. “I take it you’re having the same issue.”

“Um… maybe a little,” she replied, after which I felt one of her hands grab my backside, squeezing it firmly.

For me, it was safe to assume that ‘maybe a little’ actually translated to ‘holy shit, yes!’

Rarity continued. “Goodness me,” she breathed, fanning herself yet again. “Such an inconvenience this is, especially in the middle of a rather serious situation,” she said, gesturing to a perplexed Hopper. “I can’t imagine how Sunset dealt with this through that entire rescue mission!”

I faced the fashionista again. “Wait… what about Sunny?” I asked, trying to maintain composure when I felt the shy girl’s lips graze my neck.

“What d’you mean?”

“Well… she’s on her way here right now; if she already has the magic… you know… is it gonna be like… double?” I asked, feeling a soft hand take mine.

“Oh dear,” Rarity said before covering her mouth. “My goodness, you’re right! This could be… oh my, she’ll be a mess!”

“That’s what I’m thi--“ I looked down suddenly when I felt an intense heat against my hand; Fluttershy had taken it and placed it between her legs. “Hey!” I pulled it free, making the shy girl look at me in surprise. “Seriously, Flutters! Boundaries!”

Rarity raised her hands to wave the shy girl over. “Here, darling, come stand by me.”

Fluttershy complied and scurried over to the fashionista with her hair covering her reddened face. She stood next to her girlfriend, tapping her fingernails together. “S-sorry, Goldie. I-I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s OK,” I said in a softer tone. Admittedly, I felt bad for snapping at her. It wasn’t so much that I was irritated about it; I was just surprised. “It’s just… now’s not the time for this kind of thing--and yes, I did just say that.”

Rarity nodded. “Right. You’re right, daring. We must stay sharp.”

I nodded in return, and then the room went silent. I cleared my throat after a short moment. “Uh, so… what was your second question, Rare?”

She cocked her head. “Hm?”

“You said you had two questions about this guy.”

“I did?” she asked, surprised. She glanced at Hopper next, her brows jumping up suddenly. “Oh! Why is there a garbage bag on his arm?”

I glanced over at the arm in question. “Oh, I broke it. The bone’s like, sticking out n’ stuff.”

“Ah.”

Another round of silence followed, made slightly awkward in light of the pain our guest must have been enduring. Link had taken a seat in the meantime, his ears twitching as he watched the stranger with alert eyes.

Interestingly, he was the one who broke the silence with his haggard voice.

“Who are you people?”

The three of us looked at Hopper, watching him look around at us with an expression of helpless curiosity.

I shook my head and stepped closer to the girls. “The only thing you need to know is this,” I said, pulling Hunter’s gun from my pants to hand it to Fluttershy. I then reached for the fruit basket that sat in the middle of the table and plucked an orange and two apples from it before turning to head for the door.

“Ready, Flutters?” I asked as I opened the door to look outside, making sure there were no vehicles in direct line with the door.

She pulled the magazine from the weapon to see how many rounds were left. “Mm-hm,” she replied sweetly as she shoved the clip back in and pulled the slide back.

“OK. Here!” Holding the fruit in one hand, I flung all three of them outside.

Fluttershy raised the gun and fired in an instant.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Hopper, who’d rotated around in his chair to watch, looked on in shock as all three pieces of fruit burst into a spray of chunks and sticky juice. He spun back to see the shy girl hold her free hand out to aim the pistol at it, firing the last remaining shot into her palm. Her arm jostled under the impact and the bullet hit the floor with a tiny thud, after which she released the magazine and removed the slide from the gun.

She set the pieces on the table one at a time, arranging them into an exploded view of the weapon until it was fully disassembled. Then she folded her hands and smiled innocently, pressing her thighs together.

Hopper stared, his mouth hanging open.

I swung the door shut, causing him to jump when it slammed. “That’s not all,” I said as I approached, making him jump when I reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. After flipping it open, I removed his ID and a few cash notes, which I set on the table before folding it closed again. “Rare,” I called out, tossing the wallet over my shoulder.

The fashionista sprang into action with a sudden flash of light; a sparkling sword had appeared in her hand, which she swung in a formation that resembled a lower-case ‘e’ turned on its side. The first swipe sliced the leather pouch in half, and the subsequent swings cut both pieces in two, effectively quartering the wallet.

She then took a step closer to Hopper and flicked the blade at his chest, making him flinch and then look down just in time to see his tie fall way, sliced off clean just below the knot. He looked up at her again, wide-eyed, to find the tip of that sparkling blade inches from his face.

“Does that ring any bells?” I asked, toeing one of the chunks of wallet.

He glanced down at the floor as his hands slowly rose. “Why… would that ring a bell for me?”

“Well…” I wagged a finger into the air as I stood next to Rarity and faced Hopper. “What if you imagined the wallet was a pile of bodies, and this house” --I guestured around the room-- “was a banquet hall.”

Hopper’s expression went blank when I said this, and his eyes slowly shifted to meet Rarity’s. “At the hotel… that was you?”

“Indeed it was,” she replied, sliding her hand down to cup her crotch through those skin-tight pants. “Mmm…” She withdrew her hand suddenly, balling it into a fist and scrunching her lips, mouthing the word ‘fuck.’

Hopper scowled, cocking his head slightly. “Why?”

“Why?” Rarity snorted, brow raised. “Because there was a young lady in attendance that night; a fresh member of your organisation, who was being celebrated for the… apparent ‘success’ of what gather was meant to be her initiation, which consisted of murdering the family of a dear friend of ours--a friend who’s abilities are not so different than the ones we possess, unfortunately for you.”

Hopper’s eyes began to shift around, putting the story together in his mind. “The Pies… Wait, what was that kid’s name?” he muttered, his eyes coming up to meet Rarity’s. “You’re talking about Gage?”

“That’s right,” Rarity replied. “She --and the rest of you by extension-- made a grave mistake by murdering our friends. We sought her out, tracked her down; the banquet hall? That was simply to repay the debt your group had so ungracefully dropped on us. In searching, however, we found you to be much more far-reaching than we thought; your little ‘Ministry’ brings unneeded suffering to far more people than we originally realised, and it quickly became apparent that the ballroom massacre was just a down payment.”

Hopper shook his head. “Good luck with that. We’re too big to be taken down--even for you. We’ve been around for decades; our foothold is deeper than you think. What do you think you’re gonna accomplish against us?”

Rarity gradually lowered the sword, watching Hopper with a chilling stare. “We’re going to destroy you.”

After a short, grim stare-off, the sword disappeared from sight and Rarity turned to step away, grimacing. “Hngh!” she grunted, adjusting her pants. “My undergarments have gotten rather moist.” She turned back to face me, placing her hands on my cheeks. “Ohh… please, darling, couldn’t we just have a little quickie?”

“Look…”I took her by the wrists and placed her hands on my chest. “I know it’s tough, Rare, but now’s not the time. Sunny’ll be here any minute.”

Just as I said this, the high-pitched buzz of a sport bike became audible from outside. Evidently, the red-head had found a new bike after losing her old one at the bar, and this would have been the first time she’d brought it to Fluttershy’s house.

“See?” I said, after a quick glance at the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oohhhh… fine!” Rarity whined, rubbing her temples as she turned away.

Outside, the sound slowly got closer and then eventually stopped. The room stood in silence, listening to the click of a kickstand coming down, followed by the scuffing of feet on gravel. I glanced over at Fluttershy, who had moved to the far side of the table with one arm reaching down in front of her, her hand out of sight behind the tabletop.

Her eyelids ceased their fluttering when she noticed I was watching her, and she quickly brought her hand up and put her finger in her mouth to lick it off.

I sighed and shook my head, rubbing my brow as the front door swung open.

Sunset stepped inside, wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt under a red jacket sporting a fuzzy hood and cuffs. “Hey guys,” she greeted, failing to notice the stranger at the table as she closed the door, standing next to the shoe mat before slipping out of her boots. “Sorry it took me so long. I just got your text about half an hour HOLY CRAP I’M WET.”

She turned suddenly to look at me, eyes wide. Hopper had turned in his seat to face her, brows furrowed with befuddlement.

“Our, uh, powers, “ I began, prompting him to look at me, “have some… glitches, I guess you could call them.”

Hopper brought his attention back to Sunset, who was now looking at him.

“Who’s this?” she asked, biting her lip as she stepped closer to me. “And why do I feel like my… you-know-what… has been supercharged?”

I brought my hands together and rubbed them. “You’re gonna love this, Sunny: we’ve caught ourselves a top dog from a little club called the Ministry.”

“What!?” she gasped, facing Hopper with wide eyes. “How?”

“They attacked Golds at his work today,” Rarity explained. “Quite coincidentally, it seems.”

Sunset looked confused. “Coincidentally?”

I nodded. “Yeah. They were after someone else who worked there, not me--which sucks for them.”

After a short pause, Sunset folded her arms and studied the stranger thoughtfully like she always did. “Huh… that does suck. I take it they didn’t make out too well?”

I cracked my knuckles, giving her a smug smirk. “Let’s just say brain and spinal injuries were the order of the day.”

“Hm…” The red-head nodded slowly, lips pursed. The she drew a breath, leaving her mouth open for a moment before speaking. “One more question: un… why do I wanna fuck you through a mountain all the sudden?”

“Because I’m awesome.”

Sunset huffed and rolled her eyes.

“No-no, that’s… literally it, darling,” Rarity explained. “He saw some action today and… it seems to have caused something of a surge within him, which has caused some very specific… urges… in us.”

Fluttershy nodded. “It’s like an ‘urge surge.’”

Sunset’s brow furrowed as she watched her friends, noticing how squirmy and keen they were. “Wait… you guys are feeling it too?”

The girls nodded.

“Yes,” Rarity replied. “And I assume it now goes double for you, Sunset; don’t you recall after the mission, when we noticed Golds putting off a type of energy--though I think it only extended to those of us who shared his… er, life situation?”

Sunset rubbed her chin, thinking to herself. “Yeah, actually, a little. I couldn’t really tell though, with all the… you know, stuff I was dealing with.”

Sighing, I threw my hands up and waved them impatiently. “OK, can we talk about this later? There’s some shit we kinda have to deal with here.”

Sunset rubbed her brow. “Alright…” she sighed, peeling her coat off and folding it over her arm.

I gestured to Hopper, looking at the red-head. “I’m sure it’s no mystery why I called you out here.”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Yeah, I kinda figured.” She glanced over at me, smirking. “You know, sometimes I kinda get the impression that you only like me for my mind.”

Appalled by the accusation, my mouth dropped open and I put my hands out, shrugging. “I--… what!? Sunny! You know I like your tits too!”

“Well it wouldn’t kill you to say it more often,” she chided playfully, tossing her coat next to the boot rack. “OK. You got his phone?”

“No,” I replied shortly, to which she looked back at me, sneering.

“What? What d’you mean ‘no?’”

“I smashed it before I left the shop.”

She huffed rolled her eyes. “Why would you do that!?”

“GPS. I didn’t want anyone to be able to track him here. Plus I didn’t want anyone listening through the mic; you know, Big Brother and all that shit--which is exactly why I made Pinks get rid of that Alexa thing.”

Sunset tapped her teeth with her fingernail. “Huh. Makes sense, I guess. Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure Ingram added something to the app that disables the GPS and the microphone when it’s not being used; the only other devices that can track our phones are other phones that have the app.”

I pointed a finger at her. “That’s exactly why he did it. You never know who’s listening. And don’t call me paranoid for saying that.”

“You’re fucking paranoid,” Sunset replied. “So what about contacts n’ stuff like that? That might have been helpful, you know.”

“I know,” I fired back, nodding, brows raised. “I took pictures of his screen. Don’t worry, I got all kinds of shit: names, addresses, schedules, photos--everything.”

She sneered. “You took pictures of his screen? Why wouldn’t you just send them to yourself?”

“I didn’t wanna put my number in his phone in case I got added to some ‘shared contact’ list or something. Fucking phones are tricky, man; and I wouldn’t be surprised if they had some extra provisions built into theirs, given their profession.”

“Alright, fine.” Sunset waved me off and approached Hopper. “We’ll look at those in a bit. Let me see what I can find out from this guy.”

I gestured to him. “Go for it, Sunny. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Fluttershy, Rarity and I watched silently as Sunset laced her fingers together and turned her hands inside-out to crack her knuckles, after which she curtly reached out to place her palm against the side of Hopper’s neck, closing her eyes.

She kept still for a moment, brows furrowing under the pressure of all the memories that flowed in while Hopper sat stiff, looking rather nervous about what was happening.

Roughly half a minute passed before Sunset removed her hand and stepped away, looking down at the floor. She sighed, rubbing her chin; it was fascinating to watch her organize everything she’d been fed. Her eyes came up finally to meet mine first, then moving onto her friends’.

Then, out of nowhere, her face scrunched up in anger and she spun around, driving her fist square into Hopper’s nose.

He grunted noisily, his head snapping back after the impact. He leaned forward after, eyes closed tightly, cupping his nose as blood began to paint his upper lip.

“Wow,” I said, glancing at Rarity and Fluttershy to see their reactions. “I take it you found some stuff?”

Sunset exhaled through her lips, making her cheeks puff out. “Yeah.”

“Career criminal?” I asked, stroking my chin with my fingertips as I cocked my head.

“Oh yeah.”

I nodded. “I kinda figured; he has that look about him.”

“He’s a piece of shit.” Sunset put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “So many innocent people dead because of this guy; so many lives ruined--like Pinkie’s. Whether he was indirectly involved or not, it’s because of him that the Pies are gone.”

Rarity shook her head, while Fluttershy simply stared sharply at Hopper.

“He has no qualms about killing people… or beating them to the point of permanent damage. He doesn’t care if it’s a rival, a client, or even one of his own underlings. He even killed his own brother-in-law.”

I scowled at him and shook my head. “Fuck, man,” I huffed. “Your brother-in-law? Dick move.”

Hopper took his bloody had from his face, squinting at Sunset through watering eyes. “How… how do you know all this?”

“She reads minds,” I replied, waving dismissively. Then I pointed at him while looking at Sunset. “OK, are we done with this guy or what?”

Sunset paused, glanced at Hopper, and then waved him off. “Yeah.”

I gave her a little nod and then stepped over to Hopper, grabbing him by the shoulders. Hauling him out of the chair, I yanked him closer and then violently shoved him away, causing his head to whip forward and snap back. A loud crack filled the room, and when I let Hopper go, he collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

I turned away next, dusting my hands off. “Good.”

Sunset bit her lip as her eyes went up to the ceiling. “I’d rather not admit that watching you break that guy’s neck was kinda hot… but that was kinda hot.”

Rarity cleared her throat. looking down at the corpse as she massaged her own breast. “Er… everything is pretty hot right now, honestly.”

Sunset sighed. “Yeah…”

“Hey, d’you guys remember friendship?” Fluttershy interjected, rather facetiously.

Sunset rolled her eyes and then covered her face. “Flutters… don’t even go there right now,” she said her voice muffled by her hands. “This is, like, not even close to a normal situation.”

The red-head approached the chair previous occupied by Hopper, pulled it out slightly further and sat, leaning on the table with her elbow.

I raised my hands and brought them together with a clap, causing Link to jump as he sniffed the dead body. “OK, Sunny. What’s the scoop? How, and why does a drug lord become a minister? Was it just to taunt everybody?” I turned to face Rarity and Fluttershy. “Some people get off on that shit; they like to flaunt themselves for all to see while they do this illegal stuff. It’s like: ‘haha, I’m right here in front of you and you can’t see shit!’ Pretty sick.” I faced Sunset again. “Or did he do it cuz he actually needed a good cover?”

Sunset shook her head. “It’s the other way around, actually; he was a minister first.”

I cocked my head, surprised. “Huh. Do tell.”

“OK… so, it’s like this…” Sunset paused for a moment, biting her lip. She squeezed her eyes shut as though she was concentrating on something, but then she brought her fists up and shook them. “UGH! I can’t deal with this!” she said as she reached down to unbuckle her belt. “Do you guys mind if I, uh…?”

Our eyes widened in unison when the red-head unzipped and then slid her hand inside the front of her jeans.

“Oh my,” Rarity averted her eyes, rubbing her temple to block her view. “Well I suppose, darling, if you think it’ll help.”

Sunset drew a deep breath, her eyes drifting shut as her hand gyrated rhythmically inside her pants. “Ahhh… OK. Before I start, the first thing I wanna point out is that this guys is bad news.”

“How so?” I asked, glancing over in time to see the shy girl follow suit by shoving her hand down her pants as well. I shook my head, facing Sunset again.

“Well…” She paused to swallow. “There’s a version of him in Equestria as well… and he’s not someone you want to give a whole lot of power to. That’s exactly what happened a few years ago, and he caused a LOT of trouble for… well, pretty much everyone.”

“Does this man have a name?” Rarity asked, approaching the table to sit across from her friend, which conveniently blocked the view of what the red-head was doing.

Upon hearing the question, however, Sunset paused and looked over at the fashionista, and, after a long inhale, gave her answer. “They call him… Father Tirek.”

Rarity and Fluttershy glanced at one another, brows cocked while I rubbed my chin, watching Sunset pause to adjust her hand.

“So what’s this guy’s story?” I asked.

“Uhm…” Her eyelids fluttered slightly. “It goes back a long time--forty years, to be exact; in the early eighties, Tirek and his younger brother were youth pastors who devoted all of their free time to the church, when they weren’t attending classes at the University--the same one Twi is going to now. They were well-liked by the community, and they were known for volunteering at retirement homes and soup kitchens, as well as lending an ear to listen to members of the congregation who needed advice, whether it was about relationships or work or family.” Sunset paused, and then shook her head. “But it all came to an end in 1983.”

“What happened?” I asked, leaning on the end of the table.

“Drug gangs,” she replied simply. “Back in those days, there were several gangs that competed for dominance--violently, in many cases. They would carry out ‘hits’ on one another for dominance, each of them hoping to gain a monopoly, which would essentially make them a superpower; if they were the only ones dealing, they would make more money than any one person could even dream of--much like the Ministry does today.

“Unfortunately, this gang war crossed paths with the young pastors. This one night, they were at the church late counting the earnings from a local pork roast fundraiser they’d held that weekend, when a bunch of men busted in through the main doors and hid in the sanctuary. Tirek and his brother heard the commotion from the minister’s office, and so they went to investigate.

“They entered the sanctuary from the side door, trying to see if someone was there, and… right then, another group came in through the same door and opened fire on the first group. The first group fired back, and the brothers were caught in the crossfire--right in the middle of a gang war. Tirek’s brother, being the peacekeeper that he was, threw his hands in the air and stepped between them, shouting for them to stop, ‘this is a house of god, yada-yada’ --you know the shtick-- but they didn’t listen, and he was shot multiple times. Neither gang seemed to care. It was just collateral damage to them.

“So Tirek had to find cover on the sidelines, and was basically helpless to watch his brother lie there and bleed to death. He didn’t dare try to go help him for fear of being hit himself. The police didn’t show up until the fight was over; everyone in the first group had been shot dead, and by the time Tirek was able to get to his brother, he was already gone.”

Fluttershy covered her mouth. “Oh my, that’s so sad!”

“Indeed,” Rarity added, lacing her fingers together in front of her chin. “Such a heartbreaking story.”

“But it doesn’t end there, does it?” I asserted, to which Sunset’s eyes widened.

She shook her head. “Nooo. Not by a long shot.”

“So what happened, darling?”

“Well… there was an investigation that followed, obviously, and it was found that the gangs involved were the two biggest in the city, but the side that won the shootout happened to be the smaller of the two. The police were able to determine who that gang’s leader was and they made an arrest, which led to the rest of the members dissolving and joining other gangs, leaving only the largest gang in the city to contend with a group of way smaller ones. In a way, even though they lost the fight at the church, they won the war when the police made the arrest--which they were able to avoid themselves due to lack of evidence.”

“So what happened with Father Tirek?”

Sunset drew a breath. “He basically withdrew. His grades a school began to suffer, and he spent less and less time at church and with his parishioners. There was an outpouring of public support for him, but it didn’t help much--in fact, he avoided it.” She looked around at the three of us. “D’you know what something like that does to a person? It messes with their mind, especially if they’re unable to cope and they avoid seeking help, which is exactly what Tirek did. He became hateful and angry; he became vengeful towards those who were responsible for his brother’s death. He became deranged.”

Sunset closed her eyes for a moment, her brows furrowed as air puffed from her nose. She shifted in her chair, separating her thighs more to grant her fingers better access.

I let my head hang, trying to be patient with her. “You’re doing fine, Sunny. Take your time.”

“It feels amazing, actually,” she breathed, pursing her lips afterward. “And it’s helping me focus, believe it or not.”

I waved my hand in a circle. “OK then, keep going.”

The red-head drew a breath. “Hoo! Ok… so, I gotta talk about the dad to explain the next part.”

I raised a brow at her. “Whose dad? Tirek’s?”

She nodded. “He was a Vietnam vet. He raised his boys military style; taught them how to shoot, how to handle themselves in a fistfight, and he taught them stealth tactics. They did well, especially since Tirek and his brother were big boys, but this was also the one area that the brothers differed.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, Tirek, like his father, believed it was important to know how to defend yourself and your loved ones, but his brother was more of an idealist. He believed that peace and understanding was the answer, that force was rarely necessary. Their father also held this belief; in fact, he held both sides of this dichotomy as being true and that there was a balance to be maintained between them. It was like his sons were himself, split in to two people.

“Unfortunately, this belief was also why Tirek survived the shootout at the church that night and his brother didn’t, and Tirek’s beliefs are what led him to the revenge that he eventually sought.”

“What revenge?”

“With the second leader in jail and his gang dissolved, there was only the first gang left, and their leader became Tirek’s target. After some basic research, he went out posing as a client looking for a dealer, and upon meeting with one from that gang, he surprised and overpowered them with ease, and he tortured them for the identity and home address of the gang’s leader.

“Long story short, he was able to sneak into the gang leader’s mansion in the middle of night. Surveillance technology was a lot easier to get around back then, which left the place vulnerable to someone like Tirek, who used the things his father taught him to get himself inside with ease. He entered the gang leader’s bedroom where he slept, woke him up by covering his mouth --so he would be awake to see his own demise-- and he stabbed him straight through the heart with his father’s combat knife.”

“Oh dear,” Fluttershy said, covering her mouth with her free hand. “What does something like that do to someone like him, a man of faith?”

Sunset drew a shaky breath. “Well, usually, with revenge you see the person left empty, mostly because killing the person who wronged you hasn’t brought back the person they lost, and plus they feel guilty for taking a life on top of everything else.” She paused a moment to shake her head. “No Tirek, though. He actually felt a sense of satisfaction after the avenging his brother--something that his brother and his late father wouldn’t have condoned.

“Whether Tirek knew it or not, this was when his faith in the lord died, even though he continued on as pastor; he returned to church every Sunday and began to help the community again, spending his free time talking to those who needed help and guidance. Even his grades at the university got better again.

“But… little did he know, his interactions with the crime world were just beginning. You can’t take down the leader of the biggest gang in town and not expect that to set a whole new turn of events into motion.”

Rarity shook her head. “Certainly not; violence as an answer to violence simply breeds more violence--unless you are able to completely eradicate the opposition, of course.”

“That’s true, usually,” Sunset agreed. “But things didn’t play out the way most would think. You see, that particular gang had some… unusual codes of conduct; they operated in a way that was similar to a monarchy, meaning that: if you kill the king, you become the king.”

Rarity’s eyebrows rose when she realised what this meant. “Oh…”

“This became apparent to Tirek, when a large case of cash mysteriously appeared in the minister’s office. As it turned out, this was his ‘share’ of the profits for the month as the new leader, which at the time he didn’t understand.

“It happened again a few weeks later, and so for the third delivery he hid in the church and was able to catch them in the act of delivering the money. He asked them why they were doing this, and they explained it to them. The answer obviously enraged him, as it was a slap in the face to his reasoning for taking revenge on them in the first place; the last thing he wanted was to take profit from the group who were responsible, as he saw it, for his brother’s death.

“After beating the ever-loving shit out of them, he sent them back with a message to leave him alone. A few weeks later, though, another case of money was delivered, and another one after that, and another and another, and so on.”

“So he became the unwilling leader of a city-wide drug ring? Wow,” I said, shaking my head at the prospect. “So what’d he do?”

“He didn’t really know what to do,” Sunset replied. “He did his best to ignore it, and he hid the money in the storage closet, but eventually problem that arose was that he ran out of space. The room was literally full of money, from floor to ceiling, and it became a source of stress for him, even though he kept the room locked at all times to keep anyone from finding it.

“Things eventually changed though. There was a bad storm about a year later that damaged the roof of the church pretty badly. There was a chunk that’d been torn off, and the rain was coming into the sanctuary and causing water damage. The problem was, there was no insurance coverage on the roof, so he was left high and dry with no way to pay for the repairs--except for the drug money, which, after resisting for a week or two, he finally broke down and used it fix the damage.

“And this is when he started to see the benefits of having this cash. He started to actually meet the delivery men when they came, even going as far as to ask what the figures were. He looked forward to their visits. He was becoming involved in their world.

“But his newfound pleasure didn’t last. Eventually, the numbers began to diminish, and he was seeing smaller and smaller deliveries each time. This became a source of disappointment for him, and he enquired to his delivery men as to why profits were falling. The interesting thing is, he’d been taking business and marketing at the university, which was a course he excelled at, and he began to apply that to the drug trade, telling the delivery men what to do in order to boost the returns.

“Lo and behold, it actually worked. The deliveries began to grow, which encouraged Tirek to use his knowledge to direct them even further, and eventually the profits doubled… and then tripled. But it didn’t stop there.”

I shook my head. “Of course not. If there’s one thing that’s always been true of people, it’s that the more power or money you give them, the more they want. They’ll never have enough to satisfy them.”

Sunset pointed at me. “Bingo. Tirek became greedier the more he made, and he became obsessive about profits and how to increase them. He was ruthless to the smaller competitors; he had them eliminated either by recruitment or simply making them ‘disappear,’ but at the same time, he obsessed about his own safety and his image. He maintained his squeaky clean image as a reverend and performed his duties every Sunday, as well as ensuring his physical safety in order to prevent what he did to his predecessor from happening to him. He bought properties and built on them, his main ‘headquarters’ being solely designed to maintain his safety and secrecy.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head when I heard this, waving my hand to stop her. “Wait, hang on, how was he able to do all this without raising suspicion? Didn’t anyone wonder where he was getting all this money from?”

Sunset shrugged. “In a city that size, corruption is not hard to find. He made sure the real estate agents and contractors he dealt with were willing to be bought, and they became members of his payroll--I mean, it’s not like he couldn’t afford it. If there was one thing Father Tirek understood, it was that you have to spend money to make money. So his base of operations --a large office building in the high end of town-- is still in use today, and has received several upgrades over the years to stay ahead of the tech curve.”

“Nothing Twilight and Ingram couldn’t overcome, I’m sure,” Rarity pointed out, to which I nodded in agreement.

Sunset nodded as well. “We’ll see how that goes. We’ll have to get her working on it.”

After rubbing my chin for a moment, I raised a finger to ask a question. “What about the church? Doesn’t that make him vulnerable? He would have to appear in public in order to fulfil his duties, would he not?”

“That’s right,” Rarity said. “What would stop me --or anyone else, really-- from waltzing in there during his sermon and taking him out?”

Sunset shook her head. “The problem is his image. We might know the truth about him because we read someone’s mind, and yeah, any one of us could go in there and take him out pretty easily. But how would that look to the public? We can’t definitively prove that he’s a massive drug lord, and if we could, then he would just be arrested. We’re trying to make the Dark Mistress a symbol for good; we want the public to see us as being on their side, not a psychopath that goes around killing ministers. Even if the truth came out later, most people will still have that image of you killing the reverend ingrained in their minds.”

Rarity gestured to Hopper’s body. “But what of these men? Surely they could be used to link the crime ring to Father Tirek? We could expose them to the police, who would help us by making his transgression public.”

I quickly shook my head. “I don’t want the authorities involved in this. First of all, I’ve already killed them and brought their bodies out here, which would raise too many questions straight off the hop, and it brings too much attention to me--as well as you guys, by extension. If we’re gonna expose Father Tirek, we have to do it ourselves.”

Sunset nodded. “That’s right. We can’t trust the police anyway. Tirek has many politicians, judges, cops and Celestia knows who else in his back pocket. Dirty cops keep him protected, and they actively obstruct the good cops who try to investigate the drug epidemic; they keep them away from the truth, and if any of them persist, they end up silenced for good. Going to them for help would just put us a risk of being exposed.”

Rarity sighed. “Hm.”

“The Sunday services are the only time he appears in public anymore,” Sunset continued, “and I can tell you he makes sure he is safe: he wears a bullet proof vest under his garb, and he keeps himself armed in case of an emergency--which he has yet to use since no one will dare try to murder a reverend in front of his congregation, IF anyone other than the insiders knew the truth about him. ”

“And where is he the rest of the time?” Rarity asked, pressing her thighs together to try to subdue the throbbing in her womanhood.

“He never leaves his safe house,” Sunset replied. “He is obsessive about security, but like you said, Twilight and Ingram might be able to have a look at the blueprints for his building, but there will most likely be things in there that are not showing in the documentation, whether it was kept secret in the first place or added later. So getting in there without making a huge scene would be easier said than done.”

“That doesn’t sound very promising,” Fluttershy mumbled, biting her lip and exhaling softly. “I think it would be a lot easier to just take him out in the church, but we’d have to expose him first to do it.”

“I agree,” Rarity said, pointing at the shy girl. “I think it is important to expose him to the public as our alter-egos rather than taking him out under the radar. People need to know that he is behind so much of the issues that plague that city, and it would solidify us as the bringers of justice; I couldn’t imagine a better way to enhance our optics as heroes.”

“I totally agree with that,” I said, looking at Sunset. “We have to expose him for what he is, take down is empire and out his partners in crime--the police and so on. But we need real proof; I know it’s easy for you to learn their secrets just by reading his mind, but we can’t tell everyone else based on that. They’ll never believe it.”

Sunset nodded. “Yeah, I know. We have to do this the right way.”

“And we must do it quickly,” Rarity added, her resolve strengthening. “We cannot allow a tyrant to run an entire city. He is destroying the lives of vast amounts of people; just imagine the audacity it would take to go around having innocent families like the Pies murdered, when this whole thing started by a member of his family being killed in the same way. That is the very definition of hypocrisy!”

Sunset raised her brows. “Oh, believe me, he’s aware. He may be sitting pretty in his castle, safe and secure, but deep down he is extremely conflicted. Only those who are extremely close to him are aware of this--like Hopper here. The idea that he has become the very thing that he swore to destroy for taking his brother from him has made him despise himself. He knows damn well what he’s become; he feels he’s betrayed his brother for immense personal gain, and it’s left a hole in him that he tries to fill with more money, power and the false morality that he puts on every Sunday, but that only makes it deeper and deeper.

“He longs to return to the days when he preached the good word to the masses alongside his brother, who he misses to this very day, and he has contemplated suicide many, many times, thinking that if he did it, they might be reunited. He is a very sick man--a sick man with a LOT of power.”

I let out a sigh. “It’s pretty normal. A lot of people become the exact thing they hate when these things happen. They are driven by anger and revenge, but most often they are irrational beyond reason.”

Sunset raised a hand at me. “Oh, believe me, this whole thing terrifies me. The fact that someone like this has been running an organisation like this all these years is a nightmare. The Tirek from my world is exactly the same way: he is a power-hungry sociopath, and he will stop at nothing to be on top; add that to how this world’s Tirek was raised, plus the education he has, and you have the perfect recipe for what exists today. What went down in that church that night couldn’t have happened to a worse individual.”

I pointed at the body on the floor. “How’d this guy come into the picture?”

Sunset sighed, looking down at Hopper. “He was a troubled young teen whose parents brought him to the church for guidance. Father Tirek quickly saw the wrong kind potential in him, and he introduced him into the world of crime, drugs and money, using him as a violent hitman to do his dirty work. His parents became suspicious when their son’s behaviour didn’t improve, but before they were able to figure out what was happening, a tragic ‘car accident’ was arranged for them, and they were silenced forever.”

“That’s awful,” Fluttershy gasped.

“So Father Tirek and this man were quite close then?” Rarity asked. “It would be safe to assume then, that we have dealt a rather devastating blow to the reverend by taking this man out. Could this be the catalyst that may draw him out, making him easier to expose?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I think after today he’ll be laying low for a bit.”

“What makes you think that?” Sunset asked.

“Because I called him from Hopper’s phone before I destroyed it.”

“What!?” the girls exclaimed in unison, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I trolled him a bit just for fun, but I also made sure to put a little fear into him to buy us some time.”

“How?”

“I told him I took his guys out, and I told him that we’ve been watching them and we knew they were coming--I even told them that we were the ones who butchered their little banquet.”

Sunset and Rarity gasped.

“Darling! You told them that!?”

“Yeah.”

Sunset pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ugh! Why would you do that? You just linked yourself to the hotel massacre, and since they know you work at that shop, they can trace you back here to Fluttters’ house, and then from here to the rest of us!”

I shook my head and shrugged. “What? No, I never said I worked there. I made it sound like I followed his men there, which goes back to us keep tabs on them. He can’t trace us, and he has no idea who we are, so like I said, he’s gonna lay low until he knows more.”

The girls calmed down slightly, glancing at one another.

“I see,” Rarity muttered, rubbing her chin as she looked down at the tabletop. “Clever.”

I raised my hands to continue. “Like I say, we’ve got some time to work with, so we’re gonna use it to find a way to expose the good reverend, and Twi is gonna try to figure out that building of his. In the meantime, I’ve gotta get Pinks trained so we have a full team when the time comes to make our move. What do you guys think?”

“How much time do you think we have?” Sunset asked.

“Weeks. Maybe even months.”

“That long!?”

I nodded. “We’ve hit them pretty hard. They’re gonna be watching their step for the next little bit. In the meantime, we keep an eye on them while we get ready to take them down for good.”

Sunset exhaled through pursed lips, her cheeks puffing out as she pulled her hand from her pants. She held it up and splayed her fingers, showing us the webs of thick moisture that stretched between them. “Wow… that is one wet fucking pussy.”

“I say, darling,” Rarity said leaving her spot to approach me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s going to be a while before the others arrive; perhaps you could put that time good use by scratching our… *ahem*… itches?”

I put my hands over my face to rub it. “Oh my god, you guys. I’ve a long couple of nights already, and today was kind of a shit-fest, so I’m honestly not in the right mood for that right now, if you can believe it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Sunset snarled. “You’re seriously gonna turn the three of us down, especially when you’re the one causing this?”

“Yes, darling… you cannot leave us in this state; it’s not fair!”

Just then, the front door opened, which prompted the four of us to spin around to see who it was.

“Howdy, partners!” Applejack greeted with a tip of her hat.

Gritting her teeth, Sunset raised her fists and shook them. “GRR! What the fuck are you doing here, AJ!?”

Applejack paused after closing the door, glowering at the red-head. “Uhh… just comin ta visit my friends? That a crime now er what?”

Sunset slapped the table and threw her hands in the air, standing from her seat. “OK, I gotta go. I can’t deal with this; I’m just gonna sit this training night out,” she rambled as she headed to the door to get her boots and jacket.

“Wait, Sunset,” Rarity pleaded. “You’re going to miss Pinkie Pie’s suit unveiling!”

“I’ll see it another time,” she said, quickly as she pushed past AJ to leave.

As the door closed behind her, the farm girl looked back at it and then at us, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb. “So what’s up her ass?”

“Nothing, unfortunately,” Rarity replied, folding her arms despondently on the table as she accepted the fact that neither she nor Fluttershy was going to receive any relief.

“What’s that supposed ta mean?”

I pointed at the farm girl. “How’d you sneak in here like that? We didn’t hear your truck coming.”

“Ah, well…” She put her hands on her hips. “I put a new muffler on my truck so it’d be easier ta sneak out at night.”

I paused for a moment, and then nodded, understanding her point.

“So what’s goin on here anyway?” AJ asked as the sound Sunset’s motorcycle buzzed away into the distance. “Why’d Sunset just storm outta here like that?”

“Give it a few moments, darling, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Eh?” Applejack replied, confused. Then she narrowed her eyes and sniffed the air.

We hadn’t realised it due to olfactory fatigue, but the room had in fact been permeated by the scent of female arousal. Being polite as she was, AJ decided she didn’t want to know the answer, so she shook it off and pointed to the man on the floor. “Who’s this?”

“It’s a long story,” I replied.

She cocked her head at the response, looking suspiciously at me. “Does it have it anythin ta do with that tarp in the back a’ yer truck?”

“Possibly.”

“Whatcha got under there?”

“Bodies.”

“Huh?”

“Dead bodies.”

She raised a brow, and then glanced down at Hopper again. “He dead too?”

“Yup.”

Applejack stood for a moment, licking her lips thoughfully.

“As we said, darling, there is something of a long story to be told here.”

Sighing, AJ removed her hat and dropped it on the table. “Yeah, I’m startin ta get that impression.”

“Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll bring you up to date?” Rarity offered, gesturing to Sunset’s former seat.

“Alright,” AJ said, raising her hands. “Just gimme minute ta go ta the can; I feel like I gotta piss all the sudden.”

Rarity cringed, drawing a breath that hissed through her teeth. “Yyyyeah… I that’s not it, darling.”

Author's Notes:

Not the easiest thing to describe, so here is what a pissed-off lynx sound like.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbhkXg9iFYA