Sky tried to play dead in the guard wagon back to the barracks, but the game was somewhat given away by the little squeaking noise she made as she was dropped out of the cart. Thereafter, she settled for sulkily grumbling about her predicament.

Two guards hoisted her up by the pits of her wings, her head hanging down as she was led into the guard barracks. Sky’s eyes darted from side to side. This wasn’t good at all. She’d been stripped of her weapons and armour (without so much as a cavity search! Lazy gits) and Shadow didn’t know where she was.
Well Sky, you got your own plot into this. Time to haul it out as well… she thought to herself dully.
Funnily enough, as they carried her, they led her away from the cell blocks, away from the echoing wails of desperate criminals, and into an interview room, cuffing her to a table. The guards left her there in eerie silence, the only sound the ticking of a nearby clock.
Sky opened her eyes.
“It’s too early for this shit…” she grunted, shaking her aching head. There was blood caked all over her muzzle, and by the feel of it, she’d earned herself a black eye for her troubles tonight. It was inevitable, really. Nothing really went her way for this long.
What the hell kind of questions do they want to ask me, though? Sky wondered. It was so strange. She’d been rounded up with a horde of barroom and street brawlers before, and she just got a night in the cells. Nopony had ever stuffed her into an interrogation room. The guards didn’t care about which drunk asshole was which. There were no questions needed asking. They just called you an inebriated undesirable or something and kicked your plot out onto the street. There were no questions, no appeals, no big sentence.
So what’s different now?
Sky wanted to know what their game was, but at the same time she knew that they were going to let her stew here. It made her interrogator’s arrival seem like a welcome relief, make her more likely to cooperate with whoever came in.
However, she had a filly to get home to, and she wasn’t interested in waiting around in the lion’s den like this.
She started leaning forward, towards the ink pot and a little cup full of quills.
“Oi! Keep your muzzle to yourself!” came a voice over the loudspeaker.
Sky kept leaning forward, sticking her tongue out towards the pot.
“Miss Runner, you’d better bloody well not!”
She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, leaning forward and giving her wings a few flaps. With the most gentle little tap, she unbalanced the inkpot, spilling its contents across the desk.
“FOR FUCK’S SA…” the voice cut off. There was a little feedback, as if someone else was trying to wrestle the microphone away from him. Sky sat back with a great big shit-eating grin. He was probably pretty pissed at her right now, but guards had rules. He wouldn’t, for instance, be allowed to slap her in the face during an interrogation. She held a hell of a lot more cards than him and she knew it.
“Fine, fine…” came a grunt over the loudspeaker. A moment later, the world’s most tired unicorn came in, carrying a file that looked like it had begun life as one of the keystones for the palace. He huffed and panted as he brought it over, sitting down across from her and dropping it onto the desk.
“Shit…” he muttered, as ink started soaking into it. “FUCKING...okay...okay...whatever…” he sighed. Sky regarded him with interest as he tried to get his act together. He wasn’t bad looking, with a pretty messy black mane, a light brown coat...and muscles. Ooooh, the muscles. This guy worked out. Surely he’s not too tired to go a few rounds with me, is he?
“Miss Runner?”
She kept her eyes on his chest, not really paying attention. I bet I could make him go all night…
“Miss Runner.” he sighed, rubbing his temples.
Oooh, he’s got very nice green eyes too...I wouldn’t mind those looking down at me while he…
“MISS RUNNER!” he smacked a hoof down onto the desk, spraying a little ink over himself and causing the little pegasus to jump back into reality.
“Can I help you, sweetie?” she smiled, resting her chin on her forehooves and giving him dreamy eyes.
He gave a frustrated grunt, opening her file and looking through the contents. “What the fuck kind of criminal has a bloody index in their records?”
“The kind who’s been a very naughty little mare…” Sky replied, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes. Sure, she looked like she’d just been hit by a carriage...but hey, some stallions are into that.
The stallion went a little red, trying to ignore her as he went through an overview of her crimes. “You’ve been moving up in the world, Miss Runner.” he said, desperately trying to get that intimidation factor back. “Theft, larceny, soliciting sex, assault, obstruction of justice, multiple escapes...one time when you broke into the stocks and invited everyone to...what did you say?...’punish you for being such a naughty little bitch.’” he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. “You’ve fucked up...and I mean a lot...but stealing magical weapons is a big step up for you.” he finally looks up at her, as sternly as he could manage.
Sky cocked her head, taken aback. “Come again?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Miss Runner.” he frowned. “Those crystals you stole from the museum tonight? From the Crystal Empire itself? Yeah, weapons.” he glared at her. “You really had no idea, did you? You just saw a pretty little shiny thing and you bloody well took it, didn’t you?”
“What, are you talking about the shit that happened tonight?” Sky started playing hoofsies with him under the desk, all the while keeping a very serious expression on her face. ‘That didn’t have shit to do with me. I nearly caught the bugger who did it, but it sure as hell wasn’t me.”
“Uh huh, sure.” The stallion said, going a slightly deeper shade of red. “Just...how...how dumb do you think I am?”
Oh boy, he looks uncomfortable now. I’ve got this…
“I don’t think you’re dumb at all…” Sky purred softly, gazing up at him with her pretty blue eyes. “You’re a big tough stallion and I’m just a poor little innocent mare...I wouldn’t go around stealing crystals…”
“We have evidence that it was you.” he said proudly. That poor stallion looked so uncomfortable, but he didn’t pull his legs away. In fact, he was almost brushing his legs against hers of his own volition now.
Sky cocked her head again. Shit, I didn’t expect that… “And what might that be?”
“Your wings need preening.” he observed, nodding at her. He was definitely checking her out now.
Sky looked around, giggling as she saw that her wings were out again, her bad one sticking up at a slightly weird angle, as if it had tried to pomf out but gave up halfway. When she looked back, the unicorn was holding up a ziplock bag with some white feathers inside. Her feathers.
Sky went wide-eyed, her ears folding back against her skull.
Bollocks.
“I can explain…” she began.
“I don’t wanna hear your explanations. Now, what did you do with those crystals?” he was businesslike again, knowing that for all she was trying to entice him, he was in control of the situation now.
“I said, I dunno what happened to them. You can go through my saddlebags and check.”
“We did. We...didn’t find anything.” he faltered for just a moment. “You’re definitely good at what you do, but I’m not an idiot, Miss Runner. I know all about dead-drops and hoof-offs.”
“I’ll hoof you off…” she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He started blushing again. Poor stallion probably didn’t get any action.
“St...stop avoiding the question. Who’d you give the crystals to?” he managed to blurt out. “I don’t have time for any tempta...I mean...distractions.”
“I dunno...I didn’t see the pony’s face, but I know he had backup.” she shrugged, brushing her tail over his hind legs under the desk. “Now tell me...how’d you like to make the time to interrogate me properly?”
“Fu...fu...ck…” he grunted, running his forehooves through his mane. “Miss Runner, this is serious.”
“So am I.” she replied evenly, giving him just the tiniest little smile.
“You know what? This isn’t gonna work.” he shook his head, nodding at the two-way mirror set into the wall. A couple of guards marched into the room, picking her up from under the wings again. “This is really bloody serious stuff, Miss Runner. This is an executable offence if you’re found guilty, so if you’re really eager to not get your head cut off, I’d stop joking around and start realising that this is a ‘fate of Equestria hangs in the balance’ kind of thing. Take her away to cool off.” he nodded to the guards, who dragged her off.
Sky winked at him as she was carried out.
“Inspector,” another guard said. “Would you like to come with us to interrogate her in her cell?”
“Um…” he looked down under the desk at himself briefly, finding some mystic way to go even redder. “Um...no thank you...I don’t think I should be walking anywhere for a little while.”
“Bad leg or something, sir?” asked the guard innocently.
“Uhh...yeah…” he nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got a...a bad leg.”
“Er...very good sir.” the young guard nodded, trotting out of the room.

Sky was unceremoniously dumped into a cell, yelping as she landed on her bad wing. It stung like a bitch, and she had to close her eyes to hide her tears.
Yeah...not one of my better days… mused she, struggling to her hooves as the guards departed.
There was only one left out there, an officer. He was young, and regarded her with a curious expression, almost as if he was sizing her up.
“Hey buster, what are you looking at?” she asked, trotting up to the bars and trying to sound stronger than she really felt right now.
“We don’t usually get ‘em this pretty down here.” the stallion shrugged. He was blatantly checking her out. Sky could feel his eyes roaming from her blood-caked muzzle to her busted wing, before finally resting on her slightly bruised white flank.
A grin spread across her muzzle. Oh look, I found the guy who’s into beaten-up ponies, and he’s the only guy guarding me. This ought to be good.
Sky made a very subtle movement that exposed a little more of her body. Her tail flicked lazily from side to side, and he followed it like she was trying to hypnotise him.
“You really think I’m pretty?” she asked, her voice softening. Sky bit her lower lip just a little. Right now, every single square inch of her body was telling this guy that it was his for the taking. Now it was only a matter of time.
“Ye...yeah…” the jailer came a little closer, before shaking his head and growling. “N...no! That’s not going to work, prisoner.”
“What isn’t? I’m not doing anything.” Sky replied evasively, turning tail on him and hopping onto her little bed.
“You’re not going to trick me into letting you out.” he shook his head. “You’re in here for a reason, and it’s my job to keep you here until you’ve served your damn sentence.”
“Who said anything about letting me out? If we’re gonna be in here together for a while, then I guess it’d be nice to get to know you a little better.” she smiled as invitingly as possible at him. “Besides, I bet it gets dreadfully dull down here. How long’s it been since you last had a little fun?”
“No...none of your damn business!” he was definitely sweating now. Sky couldn’t help but smile as she watched him squirm. This was going to be far too easy.
“Well...I’m just saying, the offer’s there if you want it…” she shrugs, curling up with her flanks pointed squarely at him. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning!”
As she got a little more comfortable, her tail ‘accidentally’ slid off of the bed, no longer covering her pussy. Now that jailer would be looking at her all night.
He can’t go all night. Look at him, he’s damn near ready to explode already!
Sky was considering spreading her hind legs a little for him, but it wasn’t necessary. She heard the sound of hooves on stone, a key in the lock, the grating noise of her cell door being opened.
“Been considering what I said, sweetie?” she tried to sound sleepy, reluctant.
He said nothing, instead opting to place his forehooves on her head and raise it up to look at him. He was panting wildly, having finally completely given in to his vices, gazing at her with wide eyes and pressing his lips to hers. She made the smallest little “eep!” before opening her mouth and letting him have his way with her.
If he had a sense of finesse, he sure as hell wasn’t showing it. The jailer broke the kiss after a time, rolling her off of the cot and leaving her laying on her side on the ground.
Bloody hell, can I maybe not land on that wing? Just once? Please? she thought to herself as he stood above her, looking down at the little white mare with a feral gaze that Sky recognised all too well.
He definitely didn’t seem interested in wasting time, taking a step forward and forcing her head between his forelegs, bringing her face to face with his cock.
“Well hey there…” she mumbled, before putting her soft forehooves around his quivering shaft and started to knead it, tilting her head up and dragging her tongue up his belly fur. He gave a low groan, pushing his hips forward. The tip of his cock was pressing against her chin, a little precum already leaking from it, seeping into her fur.
Well, how’s that for making your intentions clear? Sky rolled her eyes, lowering her head and wrapping her lips around the head of his stallionhood, rubbing the shaft as her tongue worked the tip. She began lapping off his precum, tilting her head just a little to get at him from a better angle, humming softly.
“Argh...fu...fuck me, that’s…” the jailer seemed to be at a loss for words, and Sky wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to think coherently again. This was one of those “hang in the balance” affairs. If he started thinking again, he might realise just how wrong or dangerous this was for him, and she’d be stuck in her cell. No way was she going to let that happen.
Sky started working her way down his shaft. He certainly wasn’t small - he definitely had that going for him - and she was forced to pace herself, taking more of his cock, inch by inch, running her tongue under the sensitive underside. Taking him inch by inch was clearly not to the young stallion’s liking, and he started bucking into her by pure reflex. Sky gave a reluctant gulp, forced to reposition her body slightly so as to take his cock down her throat. When she was satisfied that she wasn’t going to choke on it anymore, she took him all the way in, letting him hilt his dick in her mouth as roughly as he liked.
He took a moment to get up to a decent pace, something he was comfortable with, and Sky matched it, bobbing her head back and forth down his member, her whimpering muffled by the obstruction in her mouth. She felt and sounded defeated, her only purpose now being to pleasure that jailer to the best of her ability.
“Nnngh...what’s...your...name...anyway?” he grunted. Sky rolled her eyes.
Sure, I’ll just tell you that while I’ve got your dick in my mouth. Didn’t your mum ever tell you about talking with your mouth full?
She gave a cheeky little giggle to entice him further. Sky knew his type well enough. He wanted a sense of conquest, to feel like he was disciplining her, turning her into a good obedient mare using only his sexual prowess.
Her giggle was abruptly cut off as he drove deep into her throat again, briefly choking her once more. The only sounds out of her now were gentle, soft moaning and her desperate panting through her nose. Her ears were folded back against her skull, her eyes half-lidded. Sky was loving this.
*Pomf*
Whoops...maybe I’m enjoying this a little too much… Sky grinned as her wings sprang out again, twitching slightly from excitement and anticipation. Her body was absolutely ready for him, practically crying out for that stallion to fuck her brains out.
“Aaah...I’m...gonna cum…” he grunted.
But clearly she wasn’t going to get anything out of this little arrangement. Sky’s eyes started darting everywhere, looking for a way for her to get out of this predicament. She didn’t want to let him cum. He sure as hell hadn’t earned it.
She spotted something shiny hanging from his flank, and a wide grin spread across her face. She didn’t have much time...in fact, she had barely any at all. Sky reached out with a forehoof, grabbing his hoof cuffs and dropping them onto her tail. Now came the tricky part.
Sky slowed down her pace a little, dragging her tongue over the sides and top of his shaft now, avoiding his more sensitive spots, delaying the inevitable. She had to keep him in a balance, that special equilibrium where he couldn’t cum but was close enough that he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. The jailer’s feverish panting was all the indication she needed that she was on the right track. His cock was throbbing in her mouth. He was on the absolute edge of climax, but couldn’t do it, not until she pushed him over the edge.
Sky reached back with a forehoof, clipping the cuffs over his forehooves. Even if he caught her doing it now, he might pass it off as nothing more than her wanting to show her kinky side. She would, of course, be the first to admit that she had a kinky side, but she wasn’t going to show it to this poor unsuspecting guard. She was only really interested in getting the hell out of here.
With two satisfying clicks, Sky fastened the cuffs around his forehooves. Now it was time for a little amateur yoga.

The jailer wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened. One moment he was on the very brink of cumming, enjoying the best blowjob of his life. Now, however, he lay on his back, forehooves cuffed around his flanks, his body contorted in such a way as to force his own cock into his mouth.
Sitting next to him, with a big shit-eating grin on her face, stood a red and white pegasus mare, tossing his keyring into the air again and again. “Comfortable?”
“Mmmph.” he grunted back, struggling against his cuffs. He watched as she pulled the key off of its ring, examining it.
“I guess you want this, don’t you?” she sighed, leaning in an inspecting it. “There’s really only two ways you’re getting out of that little scrape. The first is to get backup, only that’d be really damn embarrassing. Imagine being found like this.” Sky tutted mournfully.
“Course, the other way out is with this thing.” she continued, studying it a moment longer before opening her mouth and holding the little key over her tongue. She glanced down at the stallion. His eyes were wide, silently pleading with her.
Sky locked her gaze with him and dropped the key into her mouth. “Whoops!”
The jailer tried to scream with frustration, but all that came out was a muffled “MMPH!” Nopony upstairs heard that, and all he could do was watch as his only salvation disappeared down Sky’s throat.
She picked up his discarded helmet and put it on, her mane cresting out of it in a less-than-tidy mohawk. “You can always call for help, you know...of course, that means getting your cock out of your mouth, and the only way for you to do that right now is to get sucking.” she chuckled, trotting out of the cell and locking the door behind her.
Sky cricked her neck and spat out the key as she passed a bin. She was hardly going to swallow the bloody thing. If she’d swallowed every damn key she’d pulled that shit with, she’d sound like a coin purse whenever she went anywhere.
Sky trotted merrily down the hallway, disguised as one of Canterlot’s Finest, at least to the casual observer. Anypony who took more than a cursory glance at her would see through her disguise immediately. The helmet was a bad fit, and kept sliding down over her eyes. Her mane wasn’t dyed blue or white like everypony else’s, her tail looked like a rat’s nest, and for all of her limited resources, she was still the mare whose face was on every wanted poster in the city. Sky lowered herself closer to the ground, her wings extending to lighten her tread, and the sound of her hooves against the stone of the barracks floor ceased completely.
Using the keychain she’d taken from the jailer, she made her way into the evidence room, beaming as she spotted her saddlebags and cloak. Now that’s a bit more like it...this helmet’s just gonna make a mess of my mane anyway. She quickly got changed, sticking her crossbow back on her hoof and her bow across her back. Sky stepped out of the evidence lockers, trotting confidently towards the door. She was very nearly a free mare.
“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”
Well, unless something like that happened.
She looked around, giving a little “eep!” as she spied three guards all racing towards her. Her hooves skittered on the ground for a moment before she started galloping, bursting out of the front doors and into the city. Her cloak and tail flew out behind her as she picked up speed, the rhythmic thud of her hooves on stone returning.
Giving the guards her most infuriating little giggle, Sky kicked up a trail of dust and dashed off into the dark alleys of the poor district, disappearing into the night.
It was time to go home and find out who’d framed her.