The police never rest

"My my, Princess. This is getting ridiculous. You know I said last time that you'd run out of latitude. I'm taking you in."

Cadance couldn't help it. It wasn't as if she was going to stop slutting around town, after all. And that meant sometimes she needed to sneak home looking like the cum-splattered whore she well and truly was. Just...how did this bitch always find her? Weren't cops supposed to have their feet up behind their desks or something? Why was this dumb, amazingly endowed fuckstud always on her tail?

"B-b-but you know I'm a princess! You can't take princesses to jail like anyone else!!" Cadance yowled, her voice plaintive and whiny as Trixie shook her head, playing the flashlight over Cadence's cum-soaked features. "Prissy bitch. I let you off twice and you have the nerve to complain I'm being unfair when I finally decide to drag you in to teach you a lesson? Stop walking through the streets with cum dripping off your face. Obviously you're not going to learn anything without some real consequences."

Almost casually, Trixie grabbed the pink princess by the shoulders and slamming her body, tits-first, into the nearest wall, easily holding the struggling, squirming royal in place as the officer of the law fastened a pair of gleaming metal cuffs around Caddy's wrists, clicking them shut audibly. Grabbing her mane, Trixie dragged her convict, Cadance's feet dragging across the ground, over to her squad car, cum flying off the princess' face and body as she squealed in embarrassment and pain, her head bonking solidly off the edge of the car roof as Trixie bundled the princess into the back seat.

"Oh, can't have you dripping cum all over my ride, Ms. Royal Princess." Smirking, Trixie grabbed a black tote bad and jammed it over Cadance's head, twisting the handles around her neck in an effort to prevent any of that spunk the princess was coated with from dripping over the upholstery. Nodding in satisfaction, Trixie slammed the door shut, slid into the driver's seat and gunned the engine, fingers tapping on the wheel eagerly as she sped through the dark streets.

"I'm gonna be real nice with you, princess. Not even going to drag you into main receiving. I mean, I could. Walk you right in the main entrance, let every single cop on the **** see you getting booked for public indecency. 'Course, half the town knows about you, but maybe you don't want a certain dumb husband finding out, mm?" Cadance's muffled panting from the backseat tailed off a little bit after that. Her head ached from the whack she'd picked up getting shoved into the squad car, but the officer had a point. Maybe a little cooperation wouldn't be a bad idea...

Pulling up to the rear of the police station, Trixie slid out of the car to escort her hooded criminal, still cuffed, through the back door of the station, past a couple other officers enjoying a late night coffee and gossip, to the end of the row of cells - mostly empty. Fishing for keys, Trixie unlocked the metal grate that served as the door, pushing Cadance inside, the princess stumbling over her feet and falling to the concrete floor with an audible thump as the arresting officer's cock bulged noticeably inside her uniform.

Reaching down, Trixie yanked the improvised hood off Cadance's head and, wrapping her hand in that luscious purple hair, pulled the princess to her knees, jamming the tip of her shaft against those well-used lips. Instinctively, Cadance moaned, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to nibble and lick at the fat cock that was increasingly a central fixture of her life. Trixie couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief as she ran the flared head of her massive shaft back and forth across the princess' face, teasing her with it, watching her tongue chase the thick slab of fuckmeat.

"God, you really are a fucking addict. Maybe you do need to be locked up properly." She paused for a moment, grunting in satisfaction as Caddy's tongue flicked over the slit of her shaft." Lemme make this real clear to you, princess. You're gonna be here for a bit, you know. Like I said, gotta teach you a lesson. Play along and I'll make sure you get out of here tomorrow with your husband none the wiser. I'm sure you can come up with lots of reasons why you spent the night away from home. Probably telling him lots of stories there, huh?"

Grinning now, Trixie poked Cadance's left eye with the tip of her growing shaft, watching the princess squeak in discomfort as precum was practically slathered over her eyeball. "And now I'm gonna stretch that throat out and you're gonna thank me for being so generous with you, right?" Cadance hesitated for just a moment, looking up at the arresting officer, but there was no denying the craving within her - she wanted that cock. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, moaning and panting, hands still cuffed securely behind her back, and started to bob her head up and down that familiar shaft in the small cell, the fluorescent lights flickering as she panted and moaned in worship.

Trixie nodded approvingly, feeling her cock twitch as the imprisoned princess served as her suckslave once again, drool spilling down over Cadance's chin as she desperately bobbed and sucked, the wet sounds of her service filling the small cell. "Still a natural." Caddy was in no place to reply, of course, her throat stuffed full of thick ponycock, her eyes staring blankly up at her captor as she threw herself onto the shaft, tits jiggling and bouncing as she sucked, snorting for air. Unable to use her hands, she had to rock her body back and forth to **** that shaft down her throat, greedily swallowing all the precum that was being fed to her.

"Fuck, princess. I've dragged in streetwalkers that look ten times better than you." There was no doubt that Cadance was a total mess. Drool and precum and tears and makeup and throatslime were smeared back and forth over her face, Trixie's balls almost bouncing off her chin each time Caddy pushed herself forward, impaling herself with a strained ghlurk over and over and over, eyes half-closed and twitching, whole body shaking as she desperately tried to sate her lust and keep her new jailer happy.

And then release. Grabbing the princess' hair, Trixie jammed those royal lips to the base of her shaft just as she started to unload, forcefeeding Cadance with what felt like a gallon of fresh, steaming ball tar, pumping her pink guts full of that sticky seed until she felt like it was just starting to slow down - at which point she slid her cock out from between those lips and plastered Cadance's face, huffing as she spurted rope after rope of more jizz from those heavy balls over the princess' face and tits. Caddy had been dragged into the station as a cum-splattered whore, but that barely even did her justice as Trixie turned her into a pink wax statue, stomach bloated with cum as she was sprayed down again with more seed.

With a deep breath, Trixie nodded in approval as she looked down at her fucktoy, her own cum glazing in layers over the battered, cum-drunk princess, her shaft slowly deflating just ever so slightly as she continued to poke and prod at Cadance's face teasingly with the dripping head of her shaft, the princess' breasts heaving as she spat out cum and sucked in air, wobbling on her knees as her throat burned in pain.

"Welcome to jail, slut. So...what's it gonna be? Stay the night, or call that sadsack husband of yours?"