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Ponyville Noir, Part Two

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>The day comes to a close with no further clues coming from those that passed by, even those that lived in the apartments nearby heard and saw nothing.
>You and Twilight parted ways around twelve o'clock at night, she remained in the office to review the files and lock up shop.
>You on the other hand were headed for your second home, to relieve your burdens with that one lovely thing that made it all wash away.
>Berry's Punch looked like any other bar you could find on Earth, a small neon sign hung above the door, 'berry' in a deep red and 'punch' in a light purple.
>The dank stench of sad ponies mixed with that of the ale they drank and the cigarettes they smoked.
>Berry Punch was wiping down the bar top, no ponies were sitting at the counter.
>They seemed to favor the darkened corners of the place, sitting in small groups, chatting lowly and blowing smoke around.
>She gives you a cold stare, "back again?"
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
>You take a seat right in front of her, feeling uncomfortably low to the ground in the short stool.
>"Not at all, pick your poison," she nodded at the impressive collection of assorted bottles behind her displayed on clear glass racks.
"What's the strongest thing you have?"
>"That would be windfall."
"Alright, windfall, neat please."
>She retrieves a tumbler from behind the counter and fills a fourth of it with a pleasant light amber liquid.
"To the top."
>"Bu-"
"Who's paying here?"
>Her face flashes to a look of concern but she fills the glass to the top.
>You down half of it in one swig.
>A sour burning fills your mouth and throat.
>But that green eye is still there, staring into you.
>The other half of the glass doesn't help at all.
>The still wet innards of a young unicorn flash across your mind.
>Instead of the bitter smell of the Windfall your nose picks up the vile stench of a rotting corpse.
>You begin breathing heavily, getting nervous.
>You tell her to leave the bottle, and she goes off to do whatever bartenders do.
>You manage another two shots, but it doesn't help.
>The mutilated body of Applejack calls out to you, begging for help.
>You recall her smile that morning, her eyes were a bright and cheery green.
>Dull morning sunlight fell on her messy blonde mane.
>After another shot you throw down some money, hoping it was enough to pay your tabs.
>You stumbled back to your apartment, struggling to unlock the front door.
>After a few attempts at locking your door you just stumble to the couch, collapsing into it and immediately falling asleep.
>"Thank you for coming so quickly!" a unicorn exclaims as she sees you and Twilight cross the bridge to the victim's cottage.
>"Thank you for calling us and not the guard," Twilight says approaching the witness,
"so what can you tell us?"
>The unicorn, Rarity, explained she had left her cat, at Fluttershy's to watch over the weekend.
>When she came to pick up the cat today she found the cottage broken into and Fluttershy dead inside.
>"Were you friends with Fluttershy?"
>"No, I didn't know her too well, I just drop off Opalescence when I have business trips," her cat growls at you.
>You ask for a moment with Twilight in private.
"Keep her here, and look out for guards. I'll check out the DB."
>"You think she did it?"
"No way, she doesn't look like she could stand blood staining her coat.
>With a snort of laughter she returns to Rarity, allowing you to investigate the scene of the crime.
>The door was left open ajar, the small glass window on the door was shattered, bits of glass were laying inside the darkened home.
>There were signs of a struggle, a knocked over lamp lay shattered near the body, which was laying next to a short coffee table.
>Examining the corpse you find it was three gashes in her side, some blood had pooled around her but it wasn't present anywhere else.
>However upon closer searching you find bruises and scraps on her knees and face.
>You hear someone start bawling outside.
>Peeking out a window you see Rarity crying into Twilight's shoulder, who looks at you with wide confused eyes.
>Skating right by that you search the table near the body, on it was a log book for all those that came in and out.
>Even the smallest details help, you think to yourself, reading the book's most recent entries.
>Many ponies brought their animals here, including Rarity, who did it almost every weekend.
>She was also the last to be here on Friday, before the place was closed for the weekend.
>Yet the log shows she hadn't paid in three weeks, amassing a debt of over 700 bits.
>There's a possible motive.
"Twilight, could I talk to you for a second?" you call to her.
>Your partner said something to the still crying Rarity before joining you in the house.
>"What have you got?"
"Possible motive, and notes of the body's condition," you wish there was a proper coroner in Ponyville.
>"You have a time down?"
>You present the log book to her.
"Last pony here was Rarity, at around 8pm last Friday. Judging by the smell and condition of the corpse I'd say anywhere from one to two days old."
>"Alright, good. You know she's the sister of one of the fillies killed at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight comments in a half whisper as both of you return to Rarity.
>You force the picture of the pile of bony whitish mush that was the only unicorn at that scene out of your mind.
"Rarity, do you recall seeing anyone enter or exit Fluttershy's home Friday night? Anyone disgruntled maybe," you say, ready to take notes.
>"Like I said, I was the last one to leave. I think she locked up after I left," she says between sniffles.
>Twilight assures you there is nothing else to ask, she had already thoroughly questioned the unicorn.
"If you recall anything else, or have anything at all to say you know how to reach us," you say, telling her it might be a good to take some time off and rest at home.
>After about another hour combing the cottage for more clues unsuccessfully you call it quits and you and Twilight slink back to the office.
>Around six o'clock you burst into Twilight's room, being sure not to knock.
>"Can I help you?" she asked, her hindlegs on her desk and forelegs behind her head in a disturbingly human way.
"You remember the three gashes on Big Mac's side?"
>She breaks her stance and becomes tense.
>"They're exactly like the wounds on Fluttershy," realization blossoming in her voice.
"What's the connection? He's not in the log book, what would a farmer be doing with a pet sitter?"
>"If they were lovers maybe some jealous pony may have killed them?"
>You think back to what may have caused Big Mac to snap.
>Just then the phone rang, you leave Twilight and answer it yourself.
"Office of Investigations, do you have an emergency or something to report?"
>"Hello, darling," a heavily accented voice replies.
"Ah, Rarity, do you have more information pertaining to the case?"
>"Yes, a few things, could you meet me at my boutique."
"Sure, where is it?"
>She gave you directions, saying to arrive in about twenty minutes.
>You arrived at Rarity's in just under twenty minutes.
>She's pretty dressed up, more so than before.
>"Have a seat darling, we'll be leaving soon."
>You help yourself to the couch in the living room, which was littered with half finished dresses and sheets of cloth.
>"Don't mind the organized chaos," she says, "I didn't have time to clean."
"I thought you called about some extra information you remembered?"
>"I did, and I'm about to go out to dinner. Why don't you tag along?"
"No, I don't have time for this, either tell me what you know or I'll be going," you stand as soon as she reenters the room.
>"Oh well, I suppose I'll just keep it too myself. I'm sure somep0ny else will tell you about Fluttershy's little love triangle."
>You make your anger apparent in your features and tone.
"If you don't tell me-"
>"What will you do? Tell the guards? You wouldn't get physical with an innocent pony would you?" she makes a pathetic face, displaying her weakness.
>But her eyes made sure you knew you were being manipulated.
>With a sigh you relax a bit.
"Where are we going?"
>"The Blue Room," she says taking the lead out of the house, "try to enjoy yourself, and if I have a good night I'll tell you everything I know."
>You clench your teeth and followed.
>"Put on a smile, dear."
>She leads you to a club and restaurant on the west side of Ponyville.
>This is where most of the richer ponies live, you've noticed they use the clubs as their personal playground, and almost nothing is off limits.
>The guards could care less or were being paid off, so everyone here is pretty much left to their own devices.
>She's allowed a spot in the roped off section of the place, it was secluded, enveloped in darkness near the back.
>Staying true to the place's name, The Blue Room was illuminated by pleasantly blue lights.
It's walls were painted a similar color, and the waiter's ties were a cool cerulean.
>The amount of blue was painful to see, that and Rarity's overconfident, smug smile made you squirm in your seat.
>"Do you have a special somepony, detective?"
>Christ almighty.
"No, why?" you tried to keep your voice friendly.
>"Just asking. I don't have one either, funny in a way."
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
>You decide to test the water concerning her sister.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Rarity," you say after a brief pause in the conversation.
>"Hmm, I only wish I was on better terms with her before she died."
"You had an argument or something with her?"
>"Yes, she ruined a dress that was suppose to be delivered to a very high-paying client a week ago. I had refused to talk to her, and now she's gone, and I won't ever be able to say goodbye."
>On her face a smug grin gleamed.
"Why the smile?"
>"The brat got what was coming to her, she was spreading lies about Big Mac and Fluttershy for-" she stops herself abruptly.
"For who?"
>"In time I'll tell you," the waiter comes over, takes your orders and leaves again.
>You're reaching your limit, but this information may blow the case wide open, and it was your best lead.
>"Isn't she talented?" Rarity points with her hoof toward the stage at the other end of the club, you had hardly noticed the music but some pony was going to town on a cello.
>It sounded so familiar.
"I hadn't been paying much attention, but I suppose so. Who is that?"
>You see the band behind her, which was shrouded in darkness, furiously going at their respective instruments.
>"That's Octavia, she's a famous performer from Canterlot."
>Did she really just hop from her sister's murder to Canterlot musicians?
>You tried your best to keep your cool, disregarding her attitude.
>It was hard, but eventually it came to a close and she forced you back to her house, where she said she would tell you all she knew.
>You waited on her couch again, tense, waiting for her to finally spill.
>"I need you to come upstairs."
"Why?"
>No answer, you grudgingly go upstairs, finding it's just two bedroom.
>she wasn't in the left one, that must have been her sister's.
>So you swing open the door on the right, seeing Rarity sprawled out on the bed on her back.
"What are you doing? We had a deal-"
>"Yes we do, but I haven't had a good night yet," she says like the spider to the fly.
>Your heart sinks, she orders you to undress, she seems to purr as you do.
>Rarity commands you to mount her, with concern in your features you do so.
>You try to pay attention to the wall and not what you were doing but her moaning and heat was hard to ignore.
>It was a certain mix of calming pleasure and Rarity's warm body that let you close your eyes without being tormented.
>Despite fighting it, you fall asleep after the act.
>You wake up to a cold bed, she fucking left!
>Okay maybe not, this was her house after all.
>You gather your clothes and dress quickly, your suit is wrinkled terribly.
>Rushing downstairs you bump into Rarity waiting at the end of them for you.
"Now You're going to tell me everything you know."
>"Of course, have a seat."
>She heads off into the kitchen, where she already had prepared breakfast for both of you.
>You can't repress your hunger, diving into the food she prepared without a second thought.
>You gesture with your fork, motioning for her to go on.
>"where should I start?"
>You don't respond, forcing her to continue.
>"Absolutely everp0ny in town knew about Fluttershy and Caramel. He'd bring her flowers every week, and was always loitering around her house. But being so meek she never had the heart to shoo him off. Eventually this stallion Big Mac comes along, and takes an interest in her. I heard he was abusive, a real weird one, but that was just the rumors. Obviously Caramel would have none of this, they argued all the time! It even came to blows once in the marketplace."
>Jealousy and love can drive men to do crazy things.
"What else do you know about Caramel?"
>"He has a shop just a block or two away from The Blue Room, I have no clue what he sells, there's always something different in the window."
"Does he have violent tendencies?"
>"Hell if I know, I don't pay attention to nop0nies, darling," she flutters her eyes.
"You know nothing else?"
>"Just that Big Mac had it out for my sister and a few of her friends because they were spreading gossip for Caramel."
>You weren't sure whether or not it was worth it.
>You finish off what was left on your plate, and exited without so much as a goodbye nod.
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>The day comes to a close with no further clues coming from those that passed by, even those that lived in the apartments nearby heard and saw nothing. 
>You and Twilight parted ways around twelve o'clock at night, she remained in the office to review the files and lock up shop.
>You on the other hand were headed for your second home, to relieve your burdens with that one lovely thing that made it all wash away.
>Berry's Punch looked like any other bar you could find on Earth, a small neon sign hung above the door, 'berry' in a deep red and 'punch' in a light purple.
>The dank stench of sad ponies mixed with that of the ale they drank and the cigarettes they smoked.
>Berry Punch was wiping down the bar top, no ponies were sitting at the counter.
>They seemed to favor the darkened corners of the place, sitting in small groups, chatting lowly and blowing smoke around.
>She gives you a cold stare, "back again?"
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
>You take a seat right in front of her, feeling uncomfortably low to the ground in the short stool.
>"Not at all, pick your poison," she nodded at the impressive collection of assorted bottles behind her displayed on clear glass racks.
"What's the strongest thing you have?"
>"That would be windfall."
"Alright, windfall, neat please."
>She retrieves a tumbler from behind the counter and fills a fourth of it with a pleasant light amber liquid.
"To the top."
>"Bu-"
"Who's paying here?"
>Her face flashes to a look of concern but she fills the glass to the top.
>You down half of it in one swig. 
>A sour burning fills your mouth and throat.
>But that green eye is still there, staring into you.
>The other half of the glass doesn't help at all.
>The still wet innards of a young unicorn flash across your mind.
>Instead of the bitter smell of the Windfall your nose picks up the vile stench of a rotting corpse.
>You begin breathing heavily, getting nervous.
>You tell her to leave the bottle, and she goes off to do whatever bartenders do.
>You manage another two shots, but it doesn't help.
>The mutilated body of Applejack calls out to you, begging for help.
>You recall her smile that morning, her eyes were a bright and cheery green. 
>Dull morning sunlight fell on her messy blonde mane.
>After another shot you throw down some money, hoping it was enough to pay your tabs.
>You stumbled back to your apartment, struggling to unlock the front door.
>After a few attempts at locking your door you just stumble to the couch, collapsing into it and immediately falling asleep.


>"Thank you for coming so quickly!" a unicorn exclaims as she sees you and Twilight cross the bridge to the victim's cottage.
>"Thank you for calling us and not the guard," Twilight says approaching the witness,
"so what can you tell us?"
>The unicorn, Rarity, explained she had left her cat, at Fluttershy's to watch over the weekend.
>When she came to pick up the cat today she found the cottage broken into and Fluttershy dead inside.
>"Were you friends with Fluttershy?"
>"No, I didn't know her too well, I just drop off Opalescence when I have business trips," her cat growls at you.
>You ask for a moment with Twilight in private.
"Keep her here, and look out for guards. I'll check out the DB."
>"You think she did it?"
"No way, she doesn't look like she could stand blood staining her coat.
>With a snort of laughter she returns to Rarity, allowing you to investigate the scene of the crime.
>The door was left open ajar, the small glass window on the door was shattered, bits of glass were laying inside the darkened home.
>There were signs of a struggle, a knocked over lamp lay shattered near the body, which was laying next to a short coffee table.
>Examining the corpse you find it was three gashes in her side, some blood had pooled around her but it wasn't present anywhere else.
>However upon closer searching you find bruises and scraps on her knees and face.
>You hear someone start bawling outside.
>Peeking out a window you see Rarity crying into Twilight's shoulder, who looks at you with wide confused eyes.
>Skating right by that you search the table near the body, on it was a log book for all those that came in and out.
>Even the smallest details help, you think to yourself, reading the book's most recent entries.
>Many ponies brought their animals here, including Rarity, who did it almost every weekend.
>She was also the last to be here on Friday, before the place was closed for the weekend.
>Yet the log shows she hadn't paid in three weeks, amassing a debt of over 700 bits.
>There's a possible motive.
"Twilight, could I talk to you for a second?" you call to her.
>Your partner said something to the still crying Rarity before joining you in the house.
>"What have you got?"
"Possible motive, and notes of the body's condition," you wish there was a proper coroner in Ponyville.
>"You have a time down?"
>You present the log book to her.
"Last pony here was Rarity, at around 8pm last Friday. Judging by the smell and condition of the corpse I'd say anywhere from one to two days old."
>"Alright, good. You know she's the sister of one of the fillies killed at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight comments in a half whisper as both of you return to Rarity.
>You force the picture of the pile of bony whitish mush that was the only unicorn at that scene out of your mind.
"Rarity, do you recall seeing anyone enter or exit Fluttershy's home Friday night? Anyone disgruntled maybe," you say, ready to take notes.
>"Like I said, I was the last one to leave. I think she locked up after I left," she says between sniffles.
>Twilight assures you there is nothing else to ask, she had already thoroughly questioned the unicorn.
"If you recall anything else, or have anything at all to say you know how to reach us," you say, telling her it might be a good to take some time off and rest at home.

>After about another hour combing the cottage for more clues unsuccessfully you call it quits and you and Twilight slink back to the office.
>Around six o'clock you burst into Twilight's room, being sure not to knock. 
>"Can I help you?" she asked, her hindlegs on her desk and forelegs behind her head in a disturbingly human way.
"You remember the three gashes on Big Mac's side?"
>She breaks her stance and becomes tense.
>"They're exactly like the wounds on Fluttershy," realization blossoming in her voice.
"What's the connection? He's not in the log book, what would a farmer be doing with a pet sitter?"
>"If they were lovers maybe some jealous pony may have killed them?"
>You think back to what may have caused Big Mac to snap.
>Just then the phone rang, you leave Twilight and answer it yourself.
"Office of Investigations, do you have an emergency or something to report?"
>"Hello, darling," a heavily accented voice replies.
"Ah, Rarity, do you have more information pertaining to the case?"
>"Yes, a few things, could you meet me at my boutique."
"Sure, where is it?"
>She gave you directions, saying to arrive in about twenty minutes.
>You arrived at Rarity's in just under twenty minutes.
>She's pretty dressed up, more so than before.
>"Have a seat darling, we'll be leaving soon."
>You help yourself to the couch in the living room, which was littered with half finished dresses and sheets of cloth. 
>"Don't mind the organized chaos," she says, "I didn't have time to clean."
"I thought you called about some extra information you remembered?"
>"I did, and I'm about to go out to dinner. Why don't you tag along?"
"No, I don't have time for this, either tell me what you know or I'll be going," you stand as soon as she reenters the room.
>"Oh well, I suppose I'll just keep it too myself. I'm sure somep0ny else will tell you about Fluttershy's little love triangle."
>You make your anger apparent in your features and tone.
"If you don't tell me-"
>"What will you do? Tell the guards? You wouldn't get physical with an innocent pony would you?" she makes a pathetic face, displaying her weakness.
>But her eyes made sure you knew you were being manipulated. 
>With a sigh you relax a bit.
"Where are we going?"
>"The Blue Room," she says taking the lead out of the house, "try to enjoy yourself, and if I have a good night I'll tell you everything I know."
>You clench your teeth and followed.
>"Put on a smile, dear."
>She leads you to a club and restaurant on the west side of Ponyville.
>This is where most of the richer ponies live, you've noticed they use the clubs as their personal playground, and almost nothing is off limits.
>The guards could care less or were being paid off, so everyone here is pretty much left to their own devices.
>She's allowed a spot in the roped off section of the place, it was secluded, enveloped in darkness near the back.
>Staying true to the place's name, The Blue Room was illuminated by pleasantly blue lights.
It's walls were painted a similar color, and the waiter's ties were a cool cerulean.
>The amount of blue was painful to see, that and Rarity's overconfident, smug smile made you squirm in your seat.
>"Do you have a special somepony, detective?" 
>Christ almighty.
"No, why?" you tried to keep your voice friendly.
>"Just asking. I don't have one either, funny in a way."
"Yeah, what a coincidence." 
>You decide to test the water concerning her sister.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Rarity," you say after a brief pause in the conversation.
>"Hmm, I only wish I was on better terms with her before she died."
"You had an argument or something with her?"
>"Yes, she ruined a dress that was suppose to be delivered to a very high-paying client a week ago. I had refused to talk to her, and now she's gone, and I won't ever be able to say goodbye."
>On her face a smug grin gleamed.
"Why the smile?"
>"The brat got what was coming to her, she was spreading lies about Big Mac and Fluttershy for-" she stops herself abruptly.
"For who?"
>"In time I'll tell you," the waiter comes over, takes your orders and leaves again.
>You're reaching your limit, but this information may blow the case wide open, and it was your best lead.
>"Isn't she talented?" Rarity points with her hoof toward the stage at the other end of the club, you had hardly noticed the music but some pony was going to town on a cello.
>It sounded so familiar.
"I hadn't been paying much attention, but I suppose so. Who is that?"
>You see the band behind her, which was shrouded in darkness, furiously going at their respective instruments.
>"That's Octavia, she's a famous performer from Canterlot."
>Did she really just hop from her sister's murder to Canterlot musicians?
>You tried your best to keep your cool, disregarding her attitude.
>It was hard, but eventually it came to a close and she forced you back to her house, where she said she would tell you all she knew.
>You waited on her couch again, tense, waiting for her to finally spill.
>"I need you to come upstairs."
"Why?"
>No answer, you grudgingly go upstairs, finding it's just two bedroom.
>she wasn't in the left one, that must have been her sister's.
>So you swing open the door on the right, seeing Rarity sprawled out on the bed on her back.
"What are you doing? We had a deal-"
>"Yes we do, but I haven't had a good night yet," she says like the spider to the fly.
>Your heart sinks, she orders you to undress, she seems to purr as you do.
>Rarity commands you to mount her, with concern in your features you do so.
>You try to pay attention to the wall and not what you were doing but her moaning and heat was hard to ignore.
>It was a certain mix of calming pleasure and Rarity's warm body that let you close your eyes without being tormented.
>Despite fighting it, you fall asleep after the act.

>You wake up to a cold bed, she fucking left!
>Okay maybe not, this was her house after all.
>You gather your clothes and dress quickly, your suit is wrinkled terribly.
>Rushing downstairs you bump into Rarity waiting at the end of them for you.
"Now You're going to tell me everything you know."
>"Of course, have a seat."
>She heads off into the kitchen, where she already had prepared breakfast for both of you.
>You can't repress your hunger, diving into the food she prepared without a second thought.
>You gesture with your fork, motioning for her to go on.
>"where should I start?"
>You don't respond, forcing her to continue. 
>"Absolutely everp0ny in town knew about Fluttershy and Caramel. He'd bring her flowers every week, and was always loitering around her house. But being so meek she never had the heart to shoo him off. Eventually this stallion Big Mac comes along, and takes an interest in her. I heard he was abusive, a real weird one, but that was just the rumors. Obviously Caramel would have none of this, they argued all the time! It even came to blows once in the marketplace."
>Jealousy and love can drive men to do crazy things.
"What else do you know about Caramel?"
>"He has a shop just a block or two away from The Blue Room, I have no clue what he sells, there's always something different in the window."
"Does he have violent tendencies?"
>"Hell if I know, I don't pay attention to nop0nies, darling," she flutters her eyes.
"You know nothing else?"
>"Just that Big Mac had it out for my sister and a few of her friends because they were spreading gossip for Caramel."
>You weren't sure whether or not it was worth it.
>You finish off what was left on your plate, and exited without so much as a goodbye nod.

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