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Cringy, but people liked this anyways, because /SPG/ is in mad love with a certain story called Skittles. Don't ask more on that matter.
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>You came home from work.
>That boss always has some extra hours reserved for you.
>You worked in the Police.
>There was this sicko who buys these ponies and tortures them.
>It would range from random beating them, to even killing them.
>The NYPD Police found his house and checked.
>From bottom to top.
>Some whips, and other sicko Christian-Grey-ish toys
>And there was his actual project.
>This one poor little pegasus.
>Light blue coated, and rainbow maned.
>She still had that collar...
>Wait.
>Does it mean...
"Skittles?"
>"Your childhood pal's sick pet?"
>Yeah, Carlos Fernández. The other guy who works with you in this case.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeyep~"
>She was missing a month ago.,
>And your pal committed suicide after losing her.
>Yep, your boss gave you that case.
>Seeing your friend from childhood laying in the floor with a gun and losing blood...
>A tear-jerker.
>You couldn't go to job the day after.
>But here's the only thing left from him.
>She, and her collar.
>The poor thing was shaking.
>And crying.
>And full of fear...
>And...
>Meeting her own hell -again- must be frightening.
>Even worse for a sensitive living plush like her.
"Skittles, It's me, Anon's friend. You're safe now."
>"B-But Old Mast-"
>You cut her. Police will deal with that motherfucker later.
"That worthless scum is not gonna get you."
>And you grab her, and take her out like a fireman hero taking the little girl out of the building on fire.
"Well, I can't take you home now because I am at work. What about tonight we go home and settle in?"
>She nods.
>That poor thing must be protected.
>But where to do so?
>Ask your boss...
>No.
>They will take her to another hell.
>Only one posibility.
"Carlos! Can you take her until my shift is out?"
>"Do I look like I know how to take care of her?"
"Just don't be a sicko."
>"Okaaaaaay~"
>And you finish this puzzle of this case.
>Turns out his name was Garrett Rickett.
>He was a scientist from a secret lab outside New York.
>That can be told because of the lack of laboratories and the scientist stuff that can be seen on one of his rooms.
>He created the Azure.
>A liquid which when injected, shows knowledge.
>More likely, he used ponies as test subjects for the Azure.
>And if not, his playthings.
>You had one of these cases which involved a pony being exposed to the Azure's effects.
>She was pink coated and had a really cute mane. She wouldn't stop talking with memes.
>That's all you know.
>The lab outside New York is secret, so obviously you won't know where it was.
>Done. Tomorrow is weekend so you can spend time on Skittles.
>Now where is Carlos?
>You grab the brand new Samsung you had and call Carlos.
>*Heeey there buddy, Your boss told me that Skittles would be yours if you had her legally, which means you need to gain her domain.*
"That I must WHAT!?"
>*Yeah, if there's something in Anon's testament then it's all yours. If not, she will be at a store in which Garrett could buy her back again.*
"Well, this day never ends, right?"
>*You have a weekend, luckily. It's all in the archives. I saved that in a separate box in case. Right next to Anon's suicide box.*
"Okay, thanks pal."
>*It was nothing. See ya.*
"See ya~"
>You finish the call.
>There was that fat girl from the Evidence Chambers.
>Smoking weed mixed with tobacco so no one knows.
>You promised her not to tell anyone if she gave you easy access to the Evidence Chambers.
>Now where is that file?
>Oh right there it is.
>'Anon's testament and last will.'
>You fast flip through the pages until something about Skittles appears.
>And it eventually does.
>'A year ago, I bought a broken light blue mare with a rainbow mane which was used to be treated like shit by her past owner. I called her Skittles.'
>'I tried to give her freedom, but she didn't want freedom. She wanted me to be her Master.'
>'One day, she went missing for no apparent reason.'
>'If I ever die. Skittles will be John's, my one and only friend from childhood. If he's not alive, then it will be Mary's...'
>And it continued with a list of 45 other people.
>And you were the first one.
>Hearing his last written words is sad.
>A tear almost made it to the paper.
>You take the testament out and call your boss.
>*Uhhh what is it, John?"
"I found it!"
>*You found what?*
"In Anon's testament, Skittles' belonging is actually there, and it says she's MINE!"
>*Come to my house with that paper, I want to see it with my own eyes.*
"You still don't believe me after that, don't you?"
>*No, and if you don't get your ass here you will meet Skittles at Garrett's Hands.*
"Okay~"
>He finishes the call as you run to your boss' house.
>He was sitting there, not with Skittles.
>She was with Carlos.
>As you wave over the testament, he just stands there.
>With a look of determination at the paper.
>As you approach him, he tosses his cigarrette away and gets some glasses from that plastic table.
You flip through the pages as he watches your movements.
>That until you draw your finger under the line that indicates Skittles is yours.
>"Oh my..."
"So, is it mine or what?"
>"If it says it's yours, then it's yours. I won't fight against that."
>You pull a fist towards the sky in victory as you grab your cellphone to do one last call.
"Carlos, you're not gonna believe this."
>*Believe what?*
"She's MINE~"
>*Wait, Is that so?, Was it in the testament?*
"Yes! I'm going home, We meet there with Skittles."
>*Okay then.*
>You finish the call as you walk home.
>You sorta walk-dance. It's like walking in joy-ish.
>When you finally reach home, you find...
>...Garrett Rickett.
>And Skittles.
>Giving him a blowjob in the middle of your front yard.
>Carlos had left, Running.
>"Hello there, man. I was looking for my cumbucket, since you always take her away from me-"
"Uhm... I am the one with the gun."
>You interrupt him while showing your gun.
>"Wow, what a defiant dude, y'know, I found tons of guns hidden under your table."
>And he unpacks a gun hidden under the table next to him.
>But you always...
"Okay, so if you want her to be the cumbucket, then shoot me and claim her. Go ahead!"
>Even Skittles gasped at what you've said.
>"Hey slutty cumbucket, Did I told you to stop?"
>He kicks her belly.
>"Okay, now where was I? Oh right, the part where I shoot you and I get my old cumbucket."
>He aims towards your head, takes a deep breath and..."
>Clack!
>No bullet came to your head.
>The gun was unloaded.
"Ha! What a fool! You thought I was gonna let you SHOOT me like a sorry bitch?"
>"Hey give me that gun!"
"No."
>"I SAID, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING GUN!"
"Whoops! Wondered why carlos had left running?"
>"Why...?"
"BECAUSE YOU ARE GONNA GET DUNKED ON BY THE POLICE!"
>And helicopters, police cops and bikes, More guns, bonus ducks, and a lot of cops showed up.
>All while you start to sing Back in Black like dunking on Garrett.
"Dude, you ain't got sense of brain huh?"
>And two cops come from nowhere and cuff Garrett.
>Skittles still giving him a blowjob.
>"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU STUPID CUNTS."
>"Garrett James Rickett. You are under arrest by illegally creating drugs, and zoophilia. Every word that you use will be used against you. If you don't have a lawyer, you will be assigned one..."
>As Carlos and another cop said that speech, you take Skittles and put her head under your chin.
"Skittles, you're REALLY safe now."
>"And Master? What happened to him?"
>Oh no...
"He's dead. He shot himself after losing you. I'm so sorry. But he said I can take care of you in his place. Don't worry, I am nice as he was to you."
>Tears, and Tears, and Tears.
>She looked back in anger at Garrett.
>"I HOPE YOU WILL BE TAKEN AS A SLAVE AND BFORCED TO BEG FOR YOUR MASTER'S CUM AND BE FUCKED IN ALL HOLES AND THEN KILLED!"
"Skittles, I will ensure his crimes will be paid as harsh as we can."
>"PROMISE ME THAT."
"Okaaaay. I promise Garrett will have his punishment for the way he treated you."
>"T-Thank y-you..."
>And she hugs you.
>She is just upset and she has the right to be.
>You take her inside your home and pet her on the head.
"I will be right back, I have to define some shit here and there."
>She will be loved the way Anon wanted to be, And you will do it.
>After you solve this thing.
 
>"...And did he steal Skittles?"
"Looks like so."
>"Okay, that's it."
>And the cop walks away.
>You sit on the couch facing the TV as the cops check your house from bottom to top.
>Wait...
>You need to... necessities...
>Your leg is trembling.
>And the cops are checking the bathroom so...
>Shit.
>Your leg trembles more.
>Enough for Skittles to notice.
>"What happens, Master?"
"Nothing, Nothing at all."
>"Master, do you want me to please you?"
>Every cop turned around to look.
>Every.
>Single.
>Cop.
"Skittles, there are COPS here."
>"I don't care."
>Your both legs begin to tremble, but not because you're holding yourself. Because of the cops looking at you.
>"Are you-Aaaaah! Let me help you with that."
>Please don't do it, please no...
>And she does.
>She begins to unzip your pants in front of 7 cops checking your house.
>You can't stop her because your hands are trembling too, You're holding yourself for too much and the cops are still checking the bathroom.
>And she sucked your dick in a single blow.
>You try to move a hand to pull her out but it's no help.
>You're trembling too much.
>Skittles still has your dick swallowed.
>You're holding for too long...
>No, just a little bit longer...
>You won't...
 
>You release yourself.
>Skittles still there, swallowing every drop of your piss.
>And the cops looking.
>Oh god...
>And your boss is out there.
"Guys, no one has to know. She's always this way."
>Hope it works...
>The cops turned back to their work.
>You finish.
>And Skittles zips back your pants, as if nothing happened.
>You need to do something.
>You can't do anything with cops watching your movements.
>They will be here for another hour and then leave you with a worse mess than what it already was.
>You get outside.
>Skittles trailing you.
>There was your boss talking with a cop.
>Next to it was your chair in which Skittles was giving Garrett a blowjob.
>With some forensics sampling the little splatter of cum left in the chair.
>And half a block away was the police car which has Garrett, driving away to a state prison.
>All surrounded by the public.
>Near and close friends, Unknown people. And him.
>A friend of yours who ran for president of the fucking United States.
>Herald Gaskill.
>Or his pseudonym: Nostradamus.
>He was a friend who played CoD with you when you were a teenager.
>And now he wants to compete against Donald Trump.
>He always has wicked ideas with the sole purpose of 'tasting success'
>And today's idea was to run a campaign to be a president.
>But not any kind of president.
>President of the USA.
>Good luck Nostradamus, you will need it. Elections are tomorrow so well...
>You walk to the future president.
>"Hey there buddy! I thought he killed you, because... well, I saw a black van arriving to your house when I was going to meet the campaign planner and sh-stuff."
"Well, I'm safe and sound so you don't have to worry."
>He takes a look at your brand new 'pet'.
>"Oh Jesus, is that..."
"Yep, Skittles in bone and flesh."
>Nostradamus is known for his cuddly self with pets.
>First step: He grabs it
>And eventually does.
>Second step: Stretch its cheeks and say shit with baby voice.
>"Ohh you sweet... ehh... rainbow maned thingy, you sure missed your-"
>You stop him gesturing that you shot yourself before he mentions Anon.
>You don't want a river of tears on the crime scene.
>And you don't want Skittles sad again.
>Third and last step: Cuddling.
>He hugs her as hard as he can and stroking her mane while doing so.
>And of course, the dude with the camera aims that big thing towards Nostradamus as he 'cuddles' Skittles.
>You're not sure if it's even cuddling.
>And the reporter speaks.
>*Ohh zoom at the pone-Right there! Lately Nostradamus has found himself cuddling a witness of the incident, like when Barack Obama hugged at the only survivor from Ebola, This may represent his desire of giving the wild animals an actual natural habitat.*
>Yep, his presidence project was to actually create a place in the USA suitable for living wild animals in extinction. It attracted a lot of hippies willing to vote for him. and he almost overthrones Donald Trump.
>Your boss approaches you.
>"Okay uhhhh. we're done so we'll leave you with Skittles."
>And every cop and forensics nerd who was there leaves your house.
>The public also leaves.
>Now it's almost 12:30.
>You have to sleep, The mess will go later.
>But there's only one person who still haven't left.
>Nostradamus.
>He's still cuddling Skittles, even with her recently piss breath.
>He just likes non-human species.
"Hey, Nos. Everyone left, you should have met your campaign organizer a looooooong ago."
>"Oh right, yeah...
>He scratches the back of his head and looks away in shame.
>And puts Skittles back on the ground.
>You yawn while you beckon Skittles to get in your house.
"Skittles, *yawn* Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a *yawn* great day..."
>As you walk upstairs to your bed, you see Skittles is heading to the front door.
>Anon never told you anything about Skittles, so you don't know what lies ahead.
>Better ask.
"Skittles, what are you *yawn* doing?"
>"Ponies sleep outside. It's-"
>You cut her, She will sleep with you.
"Would you like to sleep *yawn* in my bed?"
>"Uhh... Really?"
"Yep."
>"Well, I don't know how you're gonna take the bed outside."
>What?
"No, I meant, sleep in my bed *yawn* where it is right now."
>"And what about the rule of-"
>Again. You're half asleep and don't want to fuck it up so easily.
"Well, *long yawn* you're not gonna sleep outside, You're going with *yawn* me."
>Hope it works.
>"Yes, Master."
>Well, she's obedient so well, it's gonna be easier.
>But the bad thing is that you don't know what to do.
>Well, everything's... gonna... be solved... tomorrow...
 
    >Your forehead is being patted.
    >You don't want to wake up.
    >So you force your eyes closed.
    >[patting intensifies]
    >Hold it, just a tad bit more...
    >[patting REALLY intensifies]
    >You open your eyes for the first time today.
    >To meet Skittles' glare.
    >And a hoof on your forehead.
    >You never actually heard anything
    >But it was getting all clearer.
    >Wait...
    >Is that... the vaccum?
    >Well, you're still nebulous so...
    >Yep. It's what you thought.
    >You check your alarm clock on your stand.
    >09:31 AM.
    >It's weekend, already!
    "Wake *yawn* me up later, Skittles, *yawn* I just *yawn* wanna sleep..."
    >"Okay, Master."
    >And she wanders off with that vaccum or whatever that is.
    >Now... back to... what you like... the most about... weeken-
    >Your phone rings.
    >Brand new weekend cases for your boredom.
    >You hear Skittles galloping closer.
    >Not aga-
    >She went to the phone.
    >Much worse than force waking up in a weekend.
    >"Hello, Will. Master is asleep so would you-"
    >You throw a hand o the air sleepily to stop Skittles and make a gesture indicating you want the phone.
    >Without any hesitation, she hands it to you.
    "Uhh... *yawn* hello..."
    >*Hi there buddy, We've got a new case, 324 Ballad Ave. Someone wants you now.*
    >It couldn't be worse.
    >*Oh, sorry I forgot. He killed two ponies, I'll fill you in with the details later.*
    >"Uhhh... on my *yawn* way..."
    >You rushed your morning ritual because of the laziness being asleep gives you.
    >And went to the crime scene, with Skittles.
    >You just can't leave her alone since these incidents.
    >You grab the leash at the door and leave.
 
    >The crime scene.
    >One hell of a scenario.
    >Which is pretty much grotesque.
    >But you got an eye on detail.
    >And these details...
    >Someone wants your ass, and Garrett is in prison so it's another guy.
    >The two dead ponies were white and pink.
    >The white one had stitches... and the pink one too.
    >On their barrels.
    >Skittles tried to hide her emotions, and she's trying too hard.
    >But those stitches...
>They're perfectly seamed to form something.
>The pink one had a cloud with a storm.
>Wait, is that...
>Oh no...
>Someone wants your ass.
>And it's NOT Garrett.
>He's on prison.
>But he worked on a secret lab.
>That fucking society.
>After sending to prison one of his fellows, they will hunt you down.
>And judging by what Garrett did to Skittles...
>Shit.
"Will?"
>"John?"
"I need guards."
>"John, don't be the pussy here."
"This is different. This is not paranoia. Now they REALLY want to kill me. And by looking at this, they will do it mercilessly."
>"Who do you think are those guys."
"Garrett's secret lab guys."
>"And how did you get to that realization, Master?"
"Skittles, you might recognize this..."
>You point your finger to the Rainbow Dash's flank stamp.
>She gasps.
>You look back at your boss.
"Will, can you prepare a meeting with Garrett at the prison for this afternoon?"
>"Yeah. Now leave it to the forensics."
>And you scram.
>Today was elections day. You had to vote. But you can't leave Skittles.
>Only one person can help you.
"CARLOS!!!!"
>"Yes, mi amigo?"
"Can you keep Skittles while I'm voting? I'll get you a burger after that."
>"'Kay, consider it terminado!"
>And he took Skittles to the crime scene.
>The poor thing got shocked when she saw those corpses.
>Now you had to vote.
>Which one? Your close friend, Nostradamus, and his pet caring stuff... Or Trump, losing Carlos forever...
>Nostradamus, hehe.
>Now you'll go.
 
>You went to the crime scene and find out they are packing up to leave.
>So you call Carlos, which had Skittles there.
>Luckily she's not harmed.
"Now my part."
>"Dale!"
>And you got him a burger from McDonalds.
>And to you, too.
>"Can I have some, Master?"
>You tolerated her calling you Master for a while.
>Now it's getting annoying.
"Skittles, please call me John."
>"Okay, Mas-John."
>Well, she'll get the hang out of it someday.
>"Okey, John, Are you sure you are going to meet Garrett a la prisión?"
"Well, it's just to understand some things here and there."
>"But it's very peligroso!"
"Skittles will be with the guards while I do so."
>"Oh, so, well... I thought of taking care of Skittles in the while."
"The society knows your face, and will think that if you hang out with Skittles, then they will hunt your ass too."
>"Ah right..."
>Skittles was darting between you and Carlos as you talked.
>You have an afternoon to dedicate to your new worst enemy.
>And you're having fun with Carlos.
"Well, gotta go, Meeting's in five minutes!"
>"Adiós!"
>You take Skittles and begin to walk down to the prison.
 
>The guards keeped Skittles inside.
>Where she's safe.
>Now you have Garrett.
>Who was sitting at an empty table, waiting for you.
>"You're surprising."
"You too."
>"Ha!"
"Yeah, let's get to the point. You want my ass, right?"
>"Yep."
"And someone now wants to kill me."
>"Of course, man. My employees are really good at their job. What did they do? I'm just curious."
"Well, they killed two ponies and stitched them my name and Skit-"
>"Call her Rainbow Dash, that's her real name."
"Rainbow daaaaash's flank stamp."
>"Look, this is what is going to happen. They will find your butt, and give you a choice, Live or die."
"Live?"
>"Work with them. Half of my employees tripped with that stick."
"What? No!"
>"Well, see you in heaven."
"There has to be a way to stop this."
>"If I say so. Which I won't. I am their leader."
>He makes that face which looks like he is opening suggestions.
"Oh shit you want me to-"
>"Yeeeeah."
>In which he nods.
"Nope."
>"What?"
"I have a whole police department by my side, and they will be willing to punch you in the face for every water drop of Azure you made. So I will make it easy, or you stop them, or you can die here, as your condemn states."
>He throws a laugh.
>"Ha! You always have a trick up your sleeve, right? I'll see that when you have no more of those. I'll stop them, but just because you made my day."
"Really?"
>"No. What did you think?"
>You reach a guard, and whisper...
*Hey, can you meet me with him at the department tonight?*
>The guard nods.
*Nice!*
>And you come back to Garrett.
"So here's the deal, I will give you a last chance. You stop them, else you'll live here, in prison, forever. Well, I didn't gave you much of a choice, You'll stop them anyways."
>"What?"
"See you tonight?"
>"TONIGHT?!? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN..."
>And you scramed, He's a sicko and a trickster.
 
>"Genial! I always wanted to punch that hijo de puta in the face!"
"Yeah, Carlos, but everything in its time."
>"Well then. I see you esta noche!"
"See ya."
>Now you had a guard and Carlos's enthusiasm on Garrett's face.
>You actually don't have a plan.
>You only thought of you, the guard, and Carlos beating him until he gives in.
>Which is not a really good plan if you think about it.
>"No. What did you think?"
>You reach a guard, and whisper...
*Hey, can you meet me with him at the department tonight?*
>The guard nods.
*Nice!*
>And you come back to Garrett.
"So here's the deal, I will give you a last chance. You stop them, else you'll live here, in prison, forever. Well, I didn't gave you much of a choice, You'll stop them anyways."
>"What?"
"See you tonight?"
>"TONIGHT?!? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN..."
>And you scramed, He's a sicko and a trickster.
 
>"Genial! I always wanted to punch that hijo de puta in the face!"
"Yeah, Carlos, but everything in its time."
>"Well then. I see you esta noche!"
"See ya."
>Now you had a guard and Carlos's enthusiasm on Garrett's face.
>You actually don't have a plan.
>You only thought of you, the guard, and Carlos beating him until he gives in.
>Which is not a really good plan if you think about it.
>But it's the only thing you have.
>Unless...
>That's too much.
>A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.