>Day Crime Never Pays 3: The Breeder in Equestria.
>Be The Handler.
>It took a while, but Dr. Stable examined both Bon Bon and Octavia.
>He said that there was no evidence that Anon raped these mares.
>There were no candle wax burns.
>No rope marks.
>Nothing.
>They spent two weeks under psychiatric evaluation.
>The doctors confirmed that they were fine.
>You went with them to Anon’s mansion to apologize.
>When you got there he was gone.
>Furniture was thrown haphazardly.
>You can’t be sure if this is happened during your fight with Anon, or if he did it afterward.
>What strikes you as the most odd is the broken mirror.
>It looks like somepony carefully placed it, and then smashed with one hit.
>That was two weeks ago.
>You’ve gone back twice to apologize, but BonBon always sends you on your way.
>Maybe one day he will let you make up for what you did to him.
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>Be Anon.
>You’ve been in reclusion the last few weeks.
>Octavia usually brings you your meals, and cleans up after you.
>She tried to talk to you a few times, but you would always tell her to leave you alone.
>You’ve taken this time to think, about yourself, about The Handler, and your role in society.
>But your mind always drifts back to one thought.
>Revenge.
>When you fought with The Handler, you swore you would kill her.
>That seems like it would be too merciful.
>What you need to do is to make her feel worse then you felt when she violated you.
>So it is decided.
>You’re going to rape The Handler.
>Octavia is behind you making your bed as you look out the window.
”Tavi?”
>A moment passes.
>”Anon?” She asks just over a whisper.
>You’ve yelled at her anytime she spoke with you.
>She’s probably frightened that you’re going to have another outburst.
“I think I’ll have breakfast in the garden today.”
>You hear her sharply inhale, and you turn slowly to face her.
>She looks shocked.
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>”You’re feeling better then?”
>You offer her a weak smile.
”Yeah.”
>Octavia runs toward you and leaps into your arms.
>”I thought you were gone.”
>She buries her face in your shirt.
“But I never left.”
>She looks up at you with watery eyes.
>”No. You were completely different. It was like you were lost.”
>Her eyes glisten as she looks at you.
>You lightly pet her mane.
>”BonBon will want to see you.”
>Tavi shakes a few times and you let her down.
>She tugs on your hand and you follow closely behind her.
>”BonBon?”
>She looks around.
>”She was here a minute ago.”
“That’s fine. I’m su-“
>”Anon?!”
>BonBon drops your breakfast tray.
>The cinnamon roll lands upside down.
>Somehow the glass of milk teeters but doesn’t spill.
>BonBon starts to clean the mess, but you kneel down and pull her into a hug.
“I wasn’t very hungry anyway,” you assure her.
>She scrunches her nose when you grab her.
>BonBon returns the hug, but whispers into your ear, “You need a shower.”
>You laugh at this.
>Same old BonBon, always telling you what to do.
“You’re right, but first I want to talk about my plans.”
>”The Handler. We know who she is,” Octavia offers.
”What was that?”
>BonBon jumps in.
>”The Handler, her real name is -,”
“Stop. I don’t want to ever hear that name again in this house.”
>”But she –“
“No. Nothing happened. That mare never here.”
>Your two friends exchange confused looks.
>”Anon, it’s not healthy to just pretend it never happened…”
>”You locked yourself away for a month.”
“I just needed time to think, that’s all. Now let’s never talk about The Handler again, agreed?”
>Octavia frowns, but nods in agreement.
>BonBon just scoffs at this, but you know she will come around.
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>Half an hour later you are sitting in the garden with your girls.
>Both occupy either one of your arms.
“I’ve decided I’m not going to work anymore.”
>”So you’re going to spend more time with us?” Octavia asks as she snuggles closer.
“Probably. But instead of work I’ve decided to focus on philanthropy.”
>”Really?”
“Yeah. Like a hospital for ponies with mental problems, or the insane.”
>BonBon looks up when you say this.
>”That would have helped you.”
>You pat her twice when she says this.
“And since we’re talking about a hospital, I’ll have a research lab in the basement.”
>”I didn’t know you studied medicine.”
“Well, I haven’t, but think about all those ponies I can help,” you lie.
>”I’ll help you pick a spot,” Octavia offers.
“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure I’ll find the perfect location.”
>”With all you spare time you should find a new hobby.”
“Like what?”
>”I could teach you to play an instrument.”
>”No, I think Anon would prefer learning how to bake.”
“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of sewing.”
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>A month later.
“And now Anon, if you will, please cut the ceremonial ribbon.”
>The mayor hands you an oversized pair of scissors.
>You take it and slowly cut the fabric so ponies can take pictures.
“We’re now officially open for business!”
>You hear cheers from half of the town.
>A hand moves on its own to wave at your crowd.
>One pony isn’t cheering though.
>You watch the minty pony trot away from the others.
>She looks familiar.
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>Be Lyra, The Handler.
“I’m telling you Mayor, something is wrong.”
>”Oh, not you again.”
>You toss the newspaper at her.
>It takes two tries before she finally grabs the paper.
>She’s drunk again.
>”What am I looking for?”
“The front page. This is the third sperm bank robbery this week.”
>She adjusts her glasses.
>”It says, ‘Bundles of Joy loses another batch. Time to retire?’ Everypony knows she’s forgetful.”
“Mayor, something has to be done now!”
>”Though she was looking a bit tired last time I saw her. Maybe she just misplaced it?”
“You can’t just misplace gallons of semen.”
>The mayor takes off her glasses and pours herself another drink.
>She halfheartedly raises an eyebrow to ask if you would like some.
>You wave a hoof to dismiss her offer.
>”Handler, I know you’ve done so much for our town,” she says before taking a sip.
>Here it comes.
“But we both remember what happened the last time you... had an intuition.”
>You turn away from her.
“That was a mistake.”
>”Poor Anon locked himself away for weeks. I’m just glad he decided to forget about the whole thing.”
>She’s right.
>You were wrong about Anon.
>What else have you been wrong about?
>”Now if you want to see for yourself, then go ahead,” she takes another sip. “Do a stakeout or something.”
”So you won’t help me?”
>The mayor sighs loudly.
>”I think you’re making a big deal about nothing.”
>That’s all the answer you needed.
>You jump out the window.
>”Now if you – where did you go?”
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>You wait outside of the Ponyville fertility clinic.
>It’s just past midnight.
>You checked the building a few hours ago.
>There was a piece of tape in the side entrance that prevented the door from locking.
>That sick fuck, or one of his helpers was here earlier.
>You’ve waited for hours, but the thief still hasn’t arrived.
>Annoyed at wasting time, you stand up to go, but stop yourself when you see a figure in the distance.
>He’s here.
>You crouch lower so he won’t spot you.
>The stallion has a very strange gait.
>He easily walks on two legs.
>You watch as he opens the unlocked door.
>The building illuminates brightly as he turns on every light.
>He doesn’t care if anyone sees him.
>Alright, Lyra.
>Go slowly so he won’t hear you.
>You approach carefully.
>You poke your head through the doorway to see the tall stallion in front of a large industrial refrigerator.
>He is wearing a red and black jacket over a white shirt.
>Faded blue canvas pants with a red bandana wrapped around one leg.
>But you can’t make out his face.
>He is wearing a mask, or maybe large sunglasses.
>The only pony as big as this stallion is Trouble Shoes.
>The stallion examines the lock for a moment before reaching into his bag.
>What is that?
>It looks like white putty.
”That’s far enough.”
>He freezes, and turns his head toward you slowly.
>”Handler. So nice of you to join me,” he says half smirking. "I thought you would have been sleeping by now.
“Justice never sleeps.”
>”Of course not, but you aren’t justice. You are just a vigilante. Justice is a slow process. It’s slow to make sure that mistakes aren’t made. Do you ever make mistakes, Handler?”
>He takes a step toward you.
“Everypony makes mistakes. It’s my job to make sure that they pay for crime. Now lay down on your stomach, and spread your legs out.
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>”Hmmm, let me think about that for a moment,” he says while pretending to think. “I’ll go with no.”
“That’s what they always say.”
>You charge up your horn to force him to the ground.
”This is your last chance.”
>He sits down on the edge of a chair, while leaning toward you.
>He smiles with an open mouth.
>It’s almost as if he wants you to throw him down.
”You asked for it.”
>You use your magic and -
>Nothing happens.
>”Oh, no. It didn’t work,” he says imitating your voice.
>Shit.
”That was just a fluke,” you say as you try again.
>He laughs as you try in vain to throw him.
>You hate it when ponies laugh at you.
>Your magical hands explode to life.
>He stands up violently, and his chair flies back.
>His hooves, no… he has claws!
>He must be a griffon.
>The griffon grabs you and throws you across the room.
>A magical hand braces reaches the wall first and slows your impact.
>Still you make a thud when you hit the ground.
>He’s so strong!
“You’re a big guy.”
>He smiles at this.
>”For you.”
>The griffon dashes toward you.
>You throw an arm in an uppercut and he barely dodges.
>He spins and a red shoe impacts your other arm.
>You stumble to the side and he takes this chance to grab you by your collar.
>Your head moves on its own and pokes him in his throat with your horn.
>”Arg.”
>The griffon’s grip loosens and you punch him in the face.
>He lets you go to defend himself.
>You punch him twice in the gut before drop kicking him across the room.
>He lands on the chair and it splinters into a thousand pieces.
>Time to get serious.
>You pull out a giant dildo and spin it twice before facing him again.
>The griffon wobbles up just as you leap toward him again with a magical fist.
>His gloved claws grab you in midair and he slams you against a wall.
>He tries to stomp you but you barely roll out of the way.
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>You wave the dildo at him, and he leaps over it.
>Without thinking you jump up on two hooves and swing your weapon as hard as you can.
>He blocks with his right arm and your attack harmlessly bounces off.
>This makes him smile.
“What’s so funny?”
>He flexes an arm to show you.
>You see bulges in his red jacket.
>”I’m wearing armor.”
>Fuck.
>”Think of all those lives you’ve ruined, Handler.”
>He has to have a weakness.
>”You’re such a busybody aren’t you?”
>Magic doesn’t work, and neither does physical attacks.
>”Have you ever considered just being a normal pony?”
>You look him over closely.
>”I think it would suit you just fine.”
>His face and legs don’t look like they are armored.
>”Why don’t you settle down and start a family like a good mare?”
>You’re going to have to grapple with him.
>You turn away slowly as if you are thinking.
“Yeah?  With you?”
>Behind you he takes a step forward.
>”That’s right. You could be my girl.”
>He puts a claw over your withers.
>Bingo.
“Let’s both be girls!”
>You drop so your front legs hold you weight.
>Both back legs buck as hard as they can.
>You feel something squishy before settling into muscle.
>”Fuck!”
>As you turn the griffon falls to his knees, holding his crotch.
>You punch him twice in the face and he doesn’t even try to block.
>The griffon falls backwards and you get a good look at him.
>His canvas pants are soaked.
>Your kick must have ruptured something.
>”You fucking bitch!” He snarls.
>You take the dildo and chop toward his face.
>An arm barely moves up in time to absorb the blow.
>With your other magical arm you take the opening for another punch.
>He takes the hit instead of abandoning his prize.
>You reach back for another swing but he grabs you by your throat.
>His legs snake behind yours and he bucks his hips so as to roll to the side.
>Shit.
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>As he rolls you fall down and he ends up over you.
>You try to buck him off but he’s too big.
>He takes another punch in the face before grabbing your horn.
>Your magical arms instantly disappear.
>He throttles your head a few times.
>You helplessly flail against him.
>”Are you going to be a good girl?”
>You spit at him.
>The loogie lands on his sunglasses and slowly trickles down.
>He leans to the left and elbows your face with his right arm.
>You feel a warm rush in your mouth and spit again.
>This time there’s blood.
>”You ponies think you’re so great.”
>How are you going to get out of this?
>”That you know everything.”
>You search the room for an answer.
>”I was a normal person not long ago.”
>The dildo is too far away for you to reach without magic.
>”You ruined my life, Handler.”
>If you can get your horn loose you can magic something to help.
>”And I thought, I know, I’ll lure her into a trap, and then ruin her life.”
>To your left lies a piece of the broken chair.
>You’ll play along to distract him when you make your break for it.
”Yeah? How?”
>He waits a moment before answering.
>”Have you ever been pregnant, Handler?”
>You’re eyes open wide at this.
>Griffons and ponies can’t get anything together, right?
>Well there is that one Hippogryph.
>You forget his name.
>”I know what you’re thinking, that isn’t possible.”
>You struggle to escape his grip.
>The griffon lets you tire yourself out before continuing.
>He reaches down toward his pants.
>”But where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
>His member pops out of its prison.
>The griffon’s balls are grotesquely large.
>”I think that kick drained me a bit, but I’m sure there’s still enough to make do.”
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>What does he mean?
“That’s why you robbed the sperm bank?”
>He taps your snout twice.
>Suddenly realizing your mouth opens on its own.
>He must have injected himself with that crap.
>That sick fuck.
>”Just play along and I won’t hurt you… too much.”
>He looks down and tries to rip your spandex.
>It’s now or never!
>You grab the wood and jam it into his face.
>It barely misses his eye and his sunglasses clack against the floor.
>He covers himself with one hand and tries to block with the other.
>Your magical hands come back to life and hold his throat.
>You punch him twice and he jumps off of you.
>With the initiative you follow close behind.
>He can only use one arm as the other keeps you from seeing his face.
“I’ve got you now!”
>He makes a dash for his glasses, but you grab them with your magic.
>”Shit.”
”Give up, griffon.”
>He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small white ball.
>”That’s not my name.”
>You fake lunch toward him and he jumps back.
“Whats your name then?”
>He hesitates for a moment.
>”The Breeder.”
>Breeder slams to ball toward the ground and a flash of light engulfs the room.
>You cover your eyes.
>Instinctively you swing your free magical arm around you.
>An instant later you open your eyes.
>All that’s left is a puff of smoke.
End of Chapter 1
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