A Public Service...
“Uhhh, hello… Anyone here?”
The main doors opened up with a loud creak, which echoed down the long and empty hallway. A lone, pale-orange stallion trotted inside, his muzzle slightly skewed. He looked around for a second puzzledly. Considering how active the Community Center usually was, he was almost worried the building was evacuated or something. After letting out a silent huff, he began to make his way down the hall.
“Hmmm… where was it again?” While walking, he used a free hoof to reach down and unclip his phone from his utility belt. Even though he wasn’t wearing any clothing, he still had to carry a belt and chest-harness while serving as Maretime Bay’s Head Sheriff. He paused his hoofsteps long enough to unlock his phone with a swipe, and double-checked the texts he exchanged with Sunny. As soon as he reopened the chat logs, he sighed and rolled his eyes in realization. “Oh, right! She specified Conference Room C…”
He wished that he remembered that detail sooner, since that particular room was on the other side of the building. Nevertheless, he was smiling by the time he polished the police badge proudly adorned on his chest, and went back to walking. He trotted down the long hallway, soon reaching the more brightly-lit main lobby; but still, his eyes narrowed in suspicion when he noticed how empty the building still was. “Huh… Geeze, what’s this about?”
He kept browsing through his phone while walking, and re-checked the texts to take note of the time Sunny sent her first text. He hadn’t even known she was planning anything for this specific night, and was surprised when he was informed of a “Seminar” of sorts less than an hour ago. All that she asked was for him to show up as part of a demonstration, although she didn’t give too many other details. Part of him wanted to be upset for how impromptu her request was, but it wasn’t like he had any big plans. Since there didn’t seem to be any major crimes or incidents going on, all he could do was keep his phone on and hope this visit wouldn’t be too eventful.
“Okay, Room C, Room C… Ah, here we are!” He smiled when he turned the corner and saw the doorway for that particular Conference Room. However, he stopped dead in his tracks with a skewed brow. “What the…”
His head tilted when he read the sign in front of the closed doors, which read, ‘Patent Demonstration: Womens’ Defense.’
“Patent? Like a… OH!” The stallion sighed and rolled his eyes, recalling a conversation he overheard from a couple of his friends a while back. He wasn’t sure what the theme of Womens’ Defense had to do with Zipp’s research, but it was definitely something worth supporting as an Officer and a friend. He didn’t give it much thought when he opened up the doors with his hooves, and trotted inside with his head held high. His brows raised a little when he saw how packed the conference room was, with dozens of rows of seats all occupied by ponies murmuring with one another. Many of them turned their heads as soon as the stallion entered the room, which made his cheeks blush quite heavily; of course, that was mostly because he realized that ALL of the ponies in the room were mares…
And not a single stallion in sight.
“Oh, Hitch!” The stallion almost didn’t notice when his friend Sunny Starscout emerged from behind the podium that was facing the audience. The orange mare quickly ran up to him with an over-excited grin, clearly relieved to see that he actually showed up. He was still looking around puzzledly, but kept an innocent smile when he turned to face her. “Ohmigosh, thank you soooo much for showing up!~”
She rushed up and gave him a quick hug, but pulled away before any of the ladies could make any brash assumptions. “Sorry for thrusting this on you so suddenly,” she began apologetically, “but I kinda had to make this happen without much notice for Zipp’s research.”
“Ahh, I see…” He huffed with an impressed smirk, surprised that Sunny and Zipp managed to set up a seminar this large without his knowledge. Hitch looked back at the rows of mares seated patiently, with most of them taking obvious notice of the lone stallion beside Sunny. His blush grew even heavier. “Uhhh… What ummm… What’s this for again?”
“Well, that’s what I was needing your help for.” She brought Hitch’s focus back to her when she spoke. “The thing is, Zipp was developing a new invention to submit as a patent for this big security grant that could provide a lot of funding for Zephyr Heights. However, we realized a little too late that we can’t legally test it on a civilian…”
“Ohhhhh…” Hitch’s eyes widened with understanding. Since this was a Womens’ Defense seminar, he could only assume that Zipp was developing something meant to subdue ponies non-lethally. He looked down at his badge with a sigh, before shooting a smirk Sunny’s way. “Let me guess… You need someone with experience for this?”
Sunny nodded her head, and motioned down to the belt around Hitch’s waist. “Well, you have the permits to openly carry those items as proof you did it. Zipp was just needing a stallion to try an… alternative method.”
“Hmmm…” He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Wait, what kind of ‘Alternative’ are we talking about?”
Before Sunny could answer, a new voice came up from behind Hitch. “An alternative that needs a fully neutral subject in order to properly test its effects.”
He turned with a smile to see the white pegasus standing behind him. Her Ziggy Stardust mane was standing as confidently as the pony adorning it, even while wearing a white labcoat and thick plastic goggles. “AKA, if I need to see if this invention of mine can work, I need you to go into it unprompted.”
“With your consent, of course,” added Sunny insistently. Zipp nodded and walked around the stallion, taking that moment to reach behind the podium. Sunny kept a hopeful, but slightly worrisome smile when she motioned back to the audience sitting around in wait. “I know this is a lot to ask, I jus--”
“Hey, it’s no problem at all!” Hitch raised a hoof assuredly while keeping a warm smile on his muzzle. “You don’t need to worry, I’m totally fine with assisting on this project. Especially if it means helping women. All ponies need to have some form of safety, right?”
“Oh, thank you SO much!” She gave him another quick hug, just as Zipp came up from behind with another labcoat and pair of goggles. Sunny got her attire on, while Zipp came up to Hitch with a tablet in her hoof.
“Sheriff Hitch Trailblazer, may I have your written consent to demonstrate a safety item of my design as a test subject?” She looked around before leaning in with a wince and whispering, “I errr… I legally have to ask it like that.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I remember doing this back in Academy Training…” The stallion scrolled down the lengthy blocks of text without reading much, and jotted his signature on the bottom line with the tablet’s easel. Zipp happily accepted the consent form with a nod, and walked back to the podium while Sunny cleared her throat.
“A-Alright, alright! I think we’re ready to begin!” Sunny took a moment to secure the tiny microphone that latched behind her ear, with a small bulb on a wire hanging by her mouth. She made sure the volume was correct before speaking more confidently through the speakers on the ceiling. “Okay, thank you all so much for taking the time to attend this demonstration! And in addition, I want to give a big thanks to Sheriff Hitch here for agreeing to take part!”
The crowd of mares all applauded, rather enthusiastically, with kind smiles on their faces to help Hitch feel more at ease. The applause certainly made him blush with a dopey grin, but he remained standing tall with a thankful wave of his hoof. “Uhhh, heh heh… T-Thank you?”
“Now then…” Sunny redirected the crowd’s focus back to her partner, who got her own microphone set up while behind the podium. “In order to create more effective and pain-free means to take down criminals without physical force, my friend Zipp Storm has created a new means of personal defense that could rival anything in Hitch’s utility belt.”
That proclamation got everypony curious, especially Hitch. He looked down at his belt for a moment, and huffed with a light shrug. Zipp walked back up to him after checking her mic, and asked the pony, “Officer Hitch, can you show the audience what items you use in your line of duty, please?”
“Absolutely.” He kindly nodded before reaching back with a hoof, and safely unlatching the items clamped around his waist. Sunny brought out a small table so he could place them in a neat little row for everypony to see. The hoofcuffs were explanatory enough, but the small black canister beside it was a bit hard to identify. So was the larger, plastic-handled device with a bright-yellow tip at the end. “Umm, these are my cuffs… My pepper-spray, which has a good ten-foot range if used correctly… and my taser-gun, which is more suited for active combat or longer-range disarmament.”
“And as a police officer, you’ve had to use the pepper spray and taser on yourself in training, correct?”
Hitch sighed with a roll of his eyes, and nodded his head. “Yes, it’s common practice for all officers to experience the items ourselves before using them on others. It helps us to understand how dangerous they can be in public, and how important it is to use them safely.” He then took that moment to turn back to the audience and state, “Oh, and if anypony is curious, pepper spray is FAR worse! Trust me on that one.”
That got a good number of the ponies, Sunny and Zipp included, to giggle a little bit. Zipp was the first to continue on that topic by asking him, “W-Well, Officer… What if I were to tell you I developed a spray-based defense that’s just as effective as pepper-spray, but not painful at all?~”
He narrowed his eyes on her with a very suspicious look. “Hmmm…” He needed to think about that for a second as he tilted his head. “... Well, considering the fact I spent twenty minutes washing my eyes after being hit with pepper-spray, I honestly have my doubts.”
“That’s perfectly understandable.” Zipp looked back at her partner, who reached behind the podium and grabbed the invention her friend had been working on. It was a small plastic canister, with a spray nozzle and trigger almost identical to the pepper-spray left on the table. But unlike Hitch’s tool, which was a sleet matte black, Zipp’s version was painted a bright pink. “Got it, Sunny?~”
“Got it!” She carefully walked back to Zipp and Hitch with the canister in her hoof, and handed it to the pegasus. While the orange mare stepped back with a bitten lip, Zipp smirked rather smugly when she faced the badged officer.
“Hmph~ You ready for this, Sheriff?”
Hitch took a deep breath with his eyes closed, but let out a cocky huff before looking her dead in the eyes. “Take your best shot~”
He heard a lot of “Ooohs” from the audience, while Zipp just chuckled and gave a gracious shrug. “Don’t mind if I do!”
She reached out with the canister in her hoof, and didn’t give Hitch a second of hesitancy when she delivered a direct spray of the fine mist across the pony’s face. His eyes instinctually clenched shut, but he wasn’t hit with an immediate or intense stinging. In fact, his eyes reopened rather quickly with a few confused blinks. “W… What the…”
Aside from the fur on his face now feeling a bit damp, and a slightly floral scent being detected in his sinuses, Hitch was left feeling rather underwhelmed. He may have been stopped temporarily, but that was more because of his confusion of basically being given a water-spritz.
“Uhhhh…” Hitch only waited a couple seconds before giving both mares a sympathetic shrug. “I’d hate to say it, but I don’t thi--”
His voice was cut off when he heard a lot of women in the audience begin to whistle and cheer excitedly.
“OOOOHHHH!!~”
“Ohmigosh, look at that!”
“Gat dayum~”
“Hehehehe!”
“You forgot to remove your ‘Baton,’ Officer~”
That last remark got a lot of laughter from the audience, as well as from Zipp and Sunny who were blushing hard and covering their faces. Hitch became more baffled when he looked around, not noticing anything until his eyes veered downward. “Ummm, what’s going on--AAAHHHH!!!”
Hitch squealed out like a panicked filly when he looked down and saw that his stallionhood had somehow gotten completely unsheathed. Despite being in a room full of women, he hadn’t felt much of anything to warrant getting an erection. But for some reason, all eleven inches of his prime, meaty horsecock turned rigid in a matter of seconds. And since Hitch wasn’t wearing much clothing, almost all the adult women in town were now getting a proper look at what their local Sheriff was packing.
“W-W-WHAT THE?!?” Hitch felt like he was caught in one of his nightmares back in the Academy, with surprising accuracy for many of the key details. He pushed his knees together when he struggled to stand on his hind-legs, while his front-hooves reached down and tried to cover his crotch. Unfortunately, while his forelegs may have been rather thick and muscular, it was basically like trying to hide an elephant behind two twigs. He blushed hard with his bottom lip bitten, and he let out an uncomfortable groan amongst all the perverted giggling he heard all around. “Oh no… What’s happening?! W-What--NNNGHHH!!!”
All of a sudden, an intense pulsation from his nethers made the stallion stop dead in his tracks. He nearly fell to the floor, and wasn’t able to stand bipedally when he dropped back down to his front hooves. His thick cock was swinging erratically between his legs, and was hard enough for the ladies in the back to see it visibly throbbing. Hitch tried to rush off in a panic, but he could only make it a couple steps before he stumbled forward. He ended up grabbing onto the podium to hold his weight, all while his member twitched and spasmed wildly. And with the way he was leaning onto it from the side, there wasn’t a single mare in the room who wasn’t able to see his cock getting inexplicably harder.
“Ooohhh, look at him go!~”
“My gosh…”
“No wonder all his friends are girls!”
“Nnffff, that’s nice~”
“Big deal. My husband can get off that quick without that spray.”
“AAAHHHH!!!~” It may have only been about fifteen seconds since he was sprayed, but it felt much longer for Hitch while he was clinging for dear life on the podium. His cock was practically vibrating from how readily it was twitching, with several thick droplets of precum dribbling off the head. He was clutching the podium hard enough for his hooves to turn white, and his muzzle hung open to continue moaning out hoarse and uncontrollably. His eyes clenched tightly shut, and his face was a hot shade of red to match the intensity he was feeling. He tried his absolute hardest to stay in control, but by then it was already too late.
“Aaaahhhh!!! AAAHHHH!!! MMMNNNnnnnnnnnNNNGHHHH!!!~”
Even though he kept himself from reaching down and touching himself like a deviant, he wasn’t able to stop his cock from shooting its load in front of all those giggling women. With that last piercing cry, which turned to a sudden hiccuped spasm halfway through, Hitch Trailblazer could only hang his head and grimace when he felt his balls churning for that last pulsation. As soon as he was able to close his curling lips, his cock shot out several thick, gooey ropes of cum that made everyone gasp in elation.
“OH!”
“Oh, MYYY!~”
“Hehehehe good job!”
“Nicely done~”
“YAY!~”
“You need a hoof there, Sheriff?~”
“Ohmigosh, you’re such a hair-trigger~”
Hitch couldn’t open his eyes, and just stood against the podium with a sharp grimace as he felt the relief and shame hitting him at full-force. The laughter belting out from all around was echoing in his twitching ears, making his embarrassment feel even worse while he cringed silently. His cock, which was still rock-hard and dangling freely after its little show, was dripping the last few strands of cum that hung off the head like a spent frosting dispenser. And past his buckling legs, a few ropes of his cum were left splattered across the carpeted floor, as well as on the side of the podium like the aftermath of a crime scene.
“Aaaaaaand he came in eighteen seconds!~” Zipp held up the stopwatch in her hoof with a wide and triumphant grin. “That’s way better than my test runs with Sprout!”
“And as all of you can see…” Despite having just made one of her oldest friends cum prematurely in front of a whole audience, Sunny Starscout kept a cheerful smile when she spoke over his gasping sighs. “Not only did Zipp manage to fully incapacitate this full-grown stallion in less than twenty seconds, but she did do so without exhibiting any pain or violence toward the individual.”
She and Zipp were smiling proudly with that conclusion to their experiment, which seemed to also get most of the audience intrigued in that nifty little invention. “And while Sherriff Hitch here might need a moment to breathe,” she said while motioning back to the post-nutted pony, “He’ll still be ready to go back on patrol in no time~”
Hitch’s face was still burning in embarrassment when he heard another strong round of applause. He looked up meekly and cringed when he saw all those women clapping and giggling, all while he was standing in his own mess. Instead of running out of the room, all he could do was stand awkwardly while forcing a smile through his heavy blush.
Meanwhile behind the stallion, he didn’t notice and Sunny and Zipp turned off their mics. Zipp leaned in with a smirk and whispered into her friend’s ear, “Hey, Sunny… You want me to make you one of those canisters?~”
Sunny huffed with a light smirk, and whispered back, “Only if the other girls in our group get them too.”
“Already on it~”
The End