"Las Pegasus Vice"
A story prompt for /mlp/ Royal Guard Mare General
by The Man From Another Time

Inspired by https://derpibooru.org/1548950 (safe for work)

“So honey, how was your day?”
> “We busted a meth lab. Pearly Gates is in the hospital; he took a bullet to the liver during the op. Doctors are giving him good odds, thank Celestia.”
> Tango Down collapses on the sofa next to you, still wearing her helmet.
> That was always a sign the day had been rough, but the fact that it was almost 8 PM made it even more obvious.
> The raid would have been scheduled for dawn to try to catch the drug lords half awake; she must have spent the rest of the day at the hospital, worried about her teammate. 
> Most of the squad would have been there as well. 
> The spaghetti Bolognese you’d made for dinner had long since gotten cold. 
> It’d been a long day worrying if your Tango was gonna come home, or if you were going to get a morose visit from one of the Pegasus officers, asking you to go to the hospital yourself. 
> Such was life married to a pony serving in the Los Pegasus Police Department’s notorious Spring Valley division.
> Undocumented griffon immigrants running underground “feather” parlours with underage mares, minotaur & zebra street gangs dealing drugs, yokel earth ponies cooking meth, unicorn mobsters loansharking gambling dens — this side of Las Pegasus had all the sin and vice anypony could ever want. 
> The stress of it was hard to deal with, sometimes — for both of you
> But After a long day working in the blistering heat — you made some money doing landscaping work — there was comfort to be found each others’ arms. 
“I’m sorry, baby. Did you get anything to eat? There’s pasta, but it’s gotten cold now...”
> She shakes her head
> “I got a sandwich at the hospital, thanks. I just need to hit the hay.”

> That could mean different things depending on her mood...
> “... I wouldn’t mind some company.”
> Lifting her butt off the sofa, she stretches her forelegs up. 
> How she managed to stuff that jiggly thing and the meaty thighs attached to it into the SWAT cargo pants you’re not quite sure
> All you really knew was how it made your *own* clothes suddenly feel a size too small. 
> “... You coming, or do I need to get the cuffs?”