"YES! YES! BUCK YES!" the guardsmare screamed as Trixie's raspy tongue slid over and into her genitals with strong, sensual strokes.
Trixie continued to work her mouth between the prone pegasus's haunches, confident that the heavy thrum of a laundry room full of industrial strength washing machines would drown out her partner's cries. The other pony's voice turned into an incoherent shriek of ecstasy as Trixie brought her orgasm to a soaring climax. The guardsmare fell flat on her back on the bed of freshly dried towels they had laid on the bare concrete floor, panting like she had just run a marathon.
"That was…wow."
Trixie raised her head to give the other mare a smoldering look, her muzzle dripping with vaginal juices. "That was only the first part," she said huskily. "Unchain Trixie's hooves and she will show you what she can really do."
Still trembling, the guardsmare rose to do as she was bid. With shaking hooves she dug a key ring out of her discarded uniform and began to undo the cuffs on Trixie's front hooves. She shook so hard that she missed the keyhole , but eventually got it in and turned the lock with an audible click. Trixie wiped her mouth with her newly freed appendage and gave the other mare a devilish smile.
"Ready?"
The guardsmare nodded. "Oh Celestia, buck yes. You're the most incredi-"
Before she could finish speaking Trixie hauled off and slugged her right beneath her right ear. The guardsmare jerked to the side, stunned, as Trixie began to pummel her, every hoof blow striking her in the jaw or head. Trixie was panting by the time her victim collapsed back onto the makeshift bed, insensate. She wasted no time taking the key ring and opening the other pair of shackles, then carefully removed the hoof pieces that that grounded out her magic. Her horn crackled with sporadic blue sparks for a moment, then shown with its usual steady light.
Good. Now to get out of here.
Trixie levitated the key ring beside her and turned towards the exit to the laundry room only to see a sandy hued earth pony wearing a guard's uniform walk in. Their eyes met and Trixie began, "Oh buck m-"
Before she could finish the other pony charged, leaping forward in a spinning kick that caught Trixie on the side of her head. Before she could react much to the blow her assailant shifted her weight onto her front hooves and bucked Trixie square in the chest, sending her flying several feet into one of the laundry machines. Trixie gave a groan as the newcomer snatched the keys out of the air in her mouth and began a steady advance. Several facts rushed through Trixie's mind as this happened, some more relevant than others.
Fact one: Earth ponies were substantially stronger than unicorns.
Fact two: Prison guards didn't generally have those kinds of aggressive reflexes. The stranger hadn't shouted or told her to surrender; she'd skipped straight to all-out attack.
Fact three: Trixie didn't have any weapons and she had never been particularly good at defensive or combat magic.
Fact four: Nopony was likely to hear a damned thing outside the laundry room.
Conclusions followed. First of all, this pony wasn't really a guard. Trixie looked at her attacker blearily as the room seemed to spin around her.
"Come to finish the job?" she slurred.
The other pony gave no response.
Conclusion secundus: Whoever this pony was, she was probably from the same organization that killed Three Rings.
Conclusion the third: This pony was a trained fighter. Trixie was not. And finally, conclusion four.
If Trixie didn't do something fast, she was going to die.
As the assassin closed in Trixie began to charge magic into her horn. She was no fighter or battle mage. But, she had always been pretty good at fireworks.
Suddenly a fountain of multi-colored light began to erupt in a cone from Trixie's horn. It was eye-searingly bright, and accompanied by a cacophony of deafening sound. The sand colored earth pony hesitated for a moment, then rushed ahead blindly, trusting memory to get her within range of the azure showmare. Trixie knew she couldn't get away in time, so she didn't bother trying. Instead she reached out to the bed of towels behind the incoming earth pony and yanked them towards her. They wrapped themselves into tight knots around the other pony's legs, pinning them together front and back. With a flick of her head and an additional telekinetic tug she sent the earth pony into a sliding fall that ended with her on her side a couple feet away from Trixie. The keys went flying from her mouth. Trixie picked them up and started for the door. Shestopped once she was about halfway there and turned back towards the earth pony, who was already free of the makeshift bindings and regaining her hooves. Trixie spat the key ring out of her mouth and levitated it in front her, waiting for just the right moment.
The faux guard turned just in time to see the heavy, sharp ring of keys slam into her face. She staggered back, the sudden injury eliciting a scream even from the disciplined killer. Trixie yanked the keys back before she could grab them again. Blood dripped from them as they levitated beside the magician.
"Perhaps that will teach you to tangle with the Great and Powerful Trixie!" she shouted with a defiant flick of her mane, some of her usual bravado come to the fore. The earth pony turned to glare at her with one eye, the other swollen shut beneath the hoof held against it. Trixie suddenly decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She turned and galloped away.
Trixie ran through the cellblock like a bat out of hell, ignoring the shouts from other prisoners and hoping against hope that no guards were on patrol. She was in luck for a change. When she reached the door to the guard station that led out of the cellblock she took a deep breath before thrusting the keys in the lock. After only a couple of guesses she found the right one. She threw it open, scanned the place for an instant to fix the location of the door leading out in her head and then closed her eyes and conjured blinding light once again, this time accompanied by opaque smoke. As the guards on-duty choked and rubbed their eyes she darted in and to the door. The lock clicked open. She opened the door, slammed it behind her and then relocked it, then walked away briskly. She struggled not to break into a gallop as she made her way through the lower security area in the front of the prison, knowing that her only chance was to avoid drawing attention to herself.
She was within sight of the front door of the prison when the shouts started.
Throwing stealth to the wind Trixie charged through the glass doors and cantered down the road that led away from the prison…only to find that the gate leading through the prison's outer fence shut. Something in her died, and she struggled not to just fall to her knees crying as the pressure of the past several minutes caught up to her. She forced herself to analyze the situation. First, she examined the gate. It was tall, with two guard posts on either side. The sentries manning them would no doubt be going for their weapons in a few seconds, if they hadn't already. A quick look back told her that it was a tossup whether they would shoot her dead before she was run down and re-arrested. Returning her attention to the gate, she noted absently that a car was approaching. Pity, if she had only arrived half a minute later she might have been able to take advantage of the chance to get through…
A second later Trixie abruptly realized that the car had not stopped. It was, in fact, accelerating and about to crash into the gate. She threw herself to the side and into a painful roll just as the vehicle smashed its way in. Two griffons popped out, both holding boxy automatic firearms in their talons. One of them sprayed fire back at the prison, forcing her pursuers to fall back. The other flapped his wings and rose up in the air almost vertically until he was level with the tops of the guard towers, then fired two quick bursts into each of them. Cries of pain and shock came down along with the shooter, who looked at Trixie and jerked his head towards the car.
Well, this was unexpected. Trixie scrambled to her hooves and got into the backseat. The first shooter got back in behind her. The other gave one last long burst and jumped in shotgun. Before the doors were shut the driver reversed gear and burned rubber.
Trixie was silent, other than her panting as she tried to catch her breath. She did that for a minute, then two, then five. Once she felt that she could talk again (and that distracting the driver wasn't likely to result in her recapture) she asked, "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know that," the griffon beside her said.. He still had one claw on the stock of the Tommy gun and another near the trigger. Trixie disagreed, but she moved on to question two. "Why are you helping me?"
"Someone wants to talk to you."
"And how did you know when I'd be escaping?"
"We didn't. We's was here to take out the pony whos was sents to kill youse."
Trixie shuddered a bit at that, realizing just how close she'd come. The adrenaline had begun to fade, leaving only exhaustion and nausea. She struggled to hold in breakfast.
After about twenty minutes that Trixie was mostly too busy retching to pay attention to they pulled into a large estate. The doorman buzzed them in without a word and Trixie was dragged out of the car roughly. She squirmed and gave the griffon a glare. "Trixie go without a fight. Trixie is not going to run."
"Trixie doesn't have anywhere to go," she added in a soft tone. The griffin frowned, then shrugged and let her go.
About ten minutes later Trixie was standing in an office. Behind a large desk was seated an older griffon in a business suit. He looked at her, beak widening in a predatory grin.
"Miss Lulamoon," he said calmly. "I've been reading up on you. Very int-"
"Trixie will do it," Trixie said flatly.
The griffon frowned. "What?"
"You sent men either to get Trixie or to kill my killer. Clearly you're an enemy of the ones Trixie was bringing drugs into Manehatten for. You want information. Trixie will give it to you. Trixie will even help you track them down if you'll be nice enough to not kill her."
The griffon stared at her, then burst out laughing so loudly that the two guards standing at attention on either side of his desk traded nervous glances. After several seconds he stopped, rubbing tears from his eyes.
"Oh I think I'm going to like you, Miss Trixie. Yes. Your former employers are operating in my town. Filling my city with their poison. I want them dead. You showed bad judgment in working for them, but I'll let that slide if you work for me. Now. Tell me what you know."
Trixie gave a shrug. "Only part of it. Trixie wasn't the one who dealt with them directly. Three Rings called them the Hashassins. Said he owed them for favors past and they were here to collect in a big way. Said the whole circus was going to be in a bad way if we didn't pay up. Trixie offered to help."
The frown returned. "That's not much."
"There's more. What Trixie can tell you is where they store the stuff. And where they had us send it, which is not the same thing. They'll have changed the latter, but they didn't know that Three Ring had them followed. Trixie can tell you where to hit them."
The griffon brightened. "You've just bought yourself a new lease on life, Miss Lulamoon. Well done."
"Trixie has one condition."
The griffon arched an eyebrow. "You're in no position to be giving conditions, little pony. But go on, name it."
Trixie spat the next few words through gritted teeth.
"I want Gabby Gums."