Chapter 1
Night Sorrows was the kind of batpony you would have expected to enjoy hobbies like tearing the legs of insects and kicking puppies in her youth. She was the kind of pony you would have expected to spend her teenage years dressed all in black, making comments about how pointless life was and how hollow she was inside.
Nobody really knew about her youth however, nobody was even sure she existed. All they were sure of was that their was an assassin that had never been caught, who had left calling cards on more victims then any other killer in pony history, even the Trottingham Terror.
Above all else however, Night Sorrows was not the kind of pony to care what nobody thought. The only thing she cared about was getting her paycheck and killing random ponies for reasons she did not care about.
Skipping gracefully along the rooftops, the night air filling her lungs as she used her wings to glide from building to building. The night was amazing, the darkness hid her, and the crisp air kept her focused and alert where most ponies had retreated inside to sit by fires or drift to sleep.
Luna, how she hated those ponies. They were far too soft and never seemed to take advantage of the night her Princess had put so much work into. As she closed in on the house of her target, she slowly pulled out her dagger. It was a simple thing, made out of high carbon steel, which was brittle, but very sharp. Provided she did not hit bone, she could stab it through flesh with ease.
She landed on the windowsill with ease. All her skill and training proving itself once again. As a batpony that had trained for years, she was perfect in every way. Nothing could stop her!
The windowsill tore away from the wall in that moment, not designed to hold the weight of a pony. As she fell through the air, time seemed to slow, and she attempted to think of a way out of this dreadful situation.
After several moments stretched out into several seconds, she realized that she did not have a plan to help stop her from hitting the ground, and the best she could do was make sure that when she did hit the ground, it hurt as little as possible.
She turned, her wings folding in as she faced the soft green lawn that was speeding towards her at a rate that made it less then soft. It was all she could do to tuck in her head, attempting to roll to displace the impact.
And then she hit the ground, and the soft green grass was anything but soft. Her head was spinning, despite the fact she had managed to roll. Thank the Goddess it had only been a two story house or she might have broken something.
When she attempted to stand, she realized that her body was still in a state of shock at the fact her astounding plan had managed to fall apart. Who would have thought that something designed to reinforce a wall would be unable to hold the weight of a pony? It was certainly something she had never considered.
After staring up at the sky for several moments, she decided it was finally time to attempt standing up again. This time her body did respond, and it told her that she was sore all over. She let out a soft groan that was dampened by the sleeve of her arm, then slowly walked towards the back door. Breaking in this way was going to be much harder, but she was not trusting the shitty building skills of whatever pony had built this place again.
She pulled out a set of lockpicks and begin to work on the door, finding that the lock was much easier then she had expected. It was almost like ponies did not expect things to sneak in at night to take their lives.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her keen ears listening out for alarms, traps, maybe a guard with a crossbow.
When non of this things came, she was at least a little disappointed. It was part of what made the job fun when someone tried to kill her… This job was far too easy and it made her at least a little bit sad inside. Slowly, she tip-toed her way towards the bedroom, which she assumed would be upstairs.
After several moments she realized that tip-toeing made her look like an idiot and nobody serious about staying quite really did it. She likely needed to go to the hospital to get her head looked at, she was pretty sure that all these things were being caused by the fact she had fallen from a two story building.
She made it to the stairs and slowly begin to creep up them, sticking near to the wall where they would make the least noise. Of course, there were no challenges here either, and the batpony was soon on the landing, four doors facing her.
Finally, something a little bit challenging. She begin to check them one by one, the first door she checked was some kind of gaming room, and the second room was the bedroom of her target.
Well, that was less then challanging too. Today sucked. She hated today, this had to be one of the worst jobs she had ever attempted. At this point, she was considering bordom pay. As an assassin she could charge that, right?
She snuck over to the bed her target was sleeping in and looked down at him. He was a green unicorn with a stock of messy black hair, wearing… Blue silk pajamas.
For Luna’s sake, did she really have to kill a pony while he was in pajamas. Surely there was some unspoken rule about doing that? It seemed wrong, it seemed dirty. And by the time she was done thinking all of this she had stabbed through his armpit and into his heart, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop him calling out as his eyes snapped out, realizing that he was dying.
Before he had chance to do anything about it, he was dead. She put her dagger back on her belt and sighed. This was really stupid, but it would be really bad for her public image if anyone knew she had killed a pony in pajamas.
Giving a grumble, she lifted the stallion out of his bed and slung him over her shoulder. He was nothing but dead weight at this point, he was just a dead pony, not in soft silk pajamas she had just ruined with bloodstains.
Moving quickly, she made it to the stairs and begin to climb down them, wanting to put this terrible crime against pajamas behind her as quickly as possible. Of course, the universe really had it in for her tonight, and before she had even made it to the second step, she found herself tumbling through the air.
Then the stairs came up to hug her face, and they were far from nice. Once she was at the bottom and she had stopped falling, she took a moment to get to grips with what had just happened, she had just fallen down a whole flight of stairs, and earlier she had fallen from a two story building.
On any other mission, either of these things would have meant death for her. On this mission, they just made her feel like an idiot. She was just about to move again when she felt something rubbing at her intimate parts through her leather trousers.
She turned to face the stallion, but his body flopped like a rag doll, and soon his cooling lips were planted against hers, his cock having teased against her vagina for attempting to move.
Fucking, damn this whole thing to the moon. To. The. Fucking. Moon. She realized that his cock was fairly large for a stallion of his size, and then she realized that she was totally soaked from all the teasing that had taken place.
Once more, a really stupid idea popped into her head, and she realized that she really, really did not like her body.
She dragged the body through into the living room and sprawled out on the sofa, looking into the dead eyes of the stallion, which were somehow still full of life despite the fact she had killed him minutes ealier.
Was she really about to do this? She looked to the bloodstain on his pajamas and realized that she had already commited one crime against nature today, another one would not change anything.
Leaning up, she pulled the stallion towards her, her head turning to the side as her mouth opened wide. Then she forced her tongue into his mouth, roughly mashing it against his in a passionate fashion. Not in an “I love you and I want to spend my life with you.” Fashion, in a full on “I want you inside me and I want it hard.”
Her hands reached around and rubbed up and down the stallion’s back as she let out a loud moan. She needed this stallion. She needed this stallion now.
Using his body like a puppet, she moved him onto her chest and pulled the hem of his trousers down, letting his cock spill free. It was black, and seemed to have been dribbling pre from the wet dream he had been having. Night Sorrows let out a dark laugh at this, “My, my. What a dirty stallion you are~” Her head leaned forward, and she nestled into his balls, taking in a deep breath of his musk.
It instantly made her want more, and her tongue danced forward and begin to lick slowly across the smooth surface of his ball sack, taking in the strange, almost alien taste of his musk.
She could feel her cunt starting to leak against her panties, and it was all she could do not to reach a hand down and rub one out right then and there. She was a professinal and needed to act like one. Her hands reached out and begin to rub at the balls of the poor dead stallion, grinning up at him.
“You like that baby? You like it when I rub your balls?”
The stallion did not reply, but she assumed if he could, it would have been a yes. She leaned in and begin to trace her tongue around the head of his cock, gathering up all that cold pre that had begun to harden and swallowing it down.
She wanted to put his length down her throat. She opened her mouth and forced the first few inches in, her tongue rapidly swirling around it as she guided inch, after inch of the rapidly cooling stallion meat into her. It bumped against the back of her throat, and she softly gagged, before winking up at the stallion, preparing him for her next trick.
She took in a large gulp of air through her nose, then forced her head forward hard, the thick length forcing into her throat and spreading it wide, desperately trying to activate her gag reflex and failing in its attempts to do so.
It was one of the most amazing things she had ever felt, his length bloating out her throat, causing a visable bulge. She reached a hand up, staring into the stallion’s eyes as tears trickled down hers from her gag reflex trying to activate, then she begin to rub at the bulge in her throat.
Had he been alive, she imagined that he would have really enjoyed himself right at that moment, as it was, he just gave her a blank look. She imagined he was enjoying himself however, and that was all the encouragement she needed to carry on, beginning to slowly bob her head back and forth, sliding his length in and out of her throat with a number of soft gags.
Her hand rubbed frantically at her throat, trying to bring even more pleasure to the dead stallion as she felt the length slam in and out of her, his cold hips bumping into her face as his balls slapped softly against her chin. All of this served the purpose of turning her on even more, and her cunt was soon openly dripping down her thighs.
At this point, the bat pony redoubled her efforts, frantically working her head back and forth along his length to the point where it almost blurred. She imagined the stallion grunting out, and she reached her hands forward to drape one of his arms over her back, imagining that he was guiding her head back and forth as he got ready to dump a load down her throat.
She pictured the stallion crying out, frantically bucking his hips, and she pushed her head as far forward as she could go, choking herself on that thick length as she pictured him blasting ropes of his thick seed down her throat.
After several seconds of this, her eyes were rolling up and she was pretty sure that black spots were starting to form in the edges of her vison. She pulled away from his cock and let out a loud gasp, sucking in large lungfuls of air as she wretched and coughed up saliva.
The stallion looked down at her with those blank eyes, and she knew that she was far from finished. She begin to wiggle out of her trousers, exposing her dripping cunt. After throwing a smile to the stallion, she moved his body so that his huge cock was aligned with her cunt.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a soft moan, lining up his cock with her entrance. Using her legs, she forced the stallion to slam into her, not stopping until every inch of his cock was buried in the warm, convulsing walls of her cunt, which were frantically working to try and milk every ounce of cum from the dead stallion
The assassin cried out in bliss and arched her back, her legs forcing the stallion to thrust in and out of her at a brutal pace, his heavy body pinning her against the couch as she forced the corpse to dominate her. Leaning up, she locked her lips around his and begin to roughly suck on his tongue, imagining him pinning her to the sofa and pounding her cunt until she passed out in a state of mindless bliss.
His hips smacked loudly against her pelvis, filling the room with the sounds of their love making, and she threw all logic and caution to the wind, moaning and screaming into his mouth, really letting him know just how much she was loving it. Her tongue roughly mashed against his, batting it around his mouth as she howled in pleasure.
At this point, she pictured the stallion would be close, so she grabbed his hands and roughly mashed them into her breasts, picturing him crushing them in his hands as he prepared to fill her up.
“Yes! Pound me full you fucking stud! I want your babies!”
Of course, the corpse just fixed her with the same dead look as always, those cold, dead hands resting against her breasts. In her head however, she pictured him crushing her breasts as his hips pounded her into the sofa.
At the end of her fantasy she was slumped against the sofa, panting heavily as her chest heaved and her cunt clenched in slow, control motions, still acting as if it had a cock buried deep inside of it.
She looked towards the dead stallion with a large smile, feeling much better now that she had released some of the tension that had been tearing through her body. But she was not quite done yet, she was close, but she had not managed to finish.
If she was going to finish, she was going to do it all over his face. The batpony reached up and slowly pulled his head down, giving him one last sloppy kiss before moving his face down to her cunt, rubbing his muzzle softly against her clit and let out a loud moan.
This was happening. She needed this. Using her hands, she pried his mouth apart and let his tongue flop free, then she wrapped her legs around the back of his head, feeling his cold tongue press against her hot, needy cunt.
She moved her legs forward, slowly dragging his tongue up the length of her snatch with a lewd moan. This was likely one of the best things she had ever felt in her life, in fact, she was sure it was.
Slowly, the assassin moved the dead stallion’s head up and down her cunt, his dead tongue tongue dragging up and down her snatch in a slow fashion that drove her crazy. She was so needy, she needed him more then anything.
As she dragged his cold, long since dead tongue along her snatch, she couldn't help but let out a loud, lewd moan. This had been the most amazing night of her life! She lobed every second.
She looked down to the blank stallion she was using to lick her cunt, giving him a large, overly caring smile.
"I love you baby. Thank you for doing this!" She said with a laugh, pausing to grind his face into her snatch with a number of lewd noises, groaning in pleasure.
His muzzle was already soaked in her juices, some of it having even gotten in his eyes, which was perhaps the hottest part of all, the blank orbs still staring mindlessly ahead despite the thick film of femjizz now coating them.
She forced his tongue from his mouth again and really buried his muzzle into her snatch, his limp tongue having been warmed by her snatch as she dragged it through every sensitive inch or her insides.
It became clear that his tongue dragging around inside her was not going to do the job. She looked down to the stallion and sighed "Even as a corpse you can't satisfy a mare.”
She let out a soft groan, then begin to rub his muzzle frantically against her clit, moaning out softly as his tongue explored her depths, doing nothing to satisfy her, yet somehow the fact he was dead managed to more then make up for this, and she was soon approaching his climax, rubbing his face in her juices, dragging his limp tongue around inside her and basting it in her juices.
His face was drenched in her juices and she was pupating his head back and forth as fast as her legs would allow him to go, rubbing his muzzle frantically into her clit and allowing the pleasure to build up inside her.
She was approaching her climax so rapidly, but she did not care. Night buried his face as roughly into her clit as she could, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure as she felt herself approach the final peak. And this simply drove her to go even faster, practically trying to drown him in her cunt.
“Yes! Give it to me!” She howled, grinding his face roughly into her clit.
And then she went flying over the edge, pressing his face roughly into her cunt as she bucked her hips rapidly against his face as she called to the heavens, her eyes rolling back as she squirted all over his face, marking it with her juices.
Then she fell limp against the sofa, letting out a loud sigh as she finally let the dead stallion’s body slump, weakly untangling her legs from around his head.
Once she was done, she lay back on the chair, panting and doing her best to recover from the mind numbing climax that had ripped through her body. She was sore all over, and her cunt was aching from the abuse she had put it through.
Night sorrows had never been happier in her life however. She had never felt such pleasure from a stallion. To be honest, she had never even been with a stallion until tonight.
Slowly, she cast her gaze towards the corpse of the stallion she had fucked so passionately just minutes before. He was currently lying on his back with his legs spread apart, his cock and pelvis coated with her juices.
It had been a most magical night, and it had made her rethink the whole assassination thing. Perhaps it was time to come up with a new calling card, and perhaps that calling card could even be having sex with the stallion’s she killed.
Night really liked the thought of that. As calmly as she could with her hands shaking like they were, she collected up her belongings, pausing to give the stallion one last kiss on the forehead, before vanishing into the night.