Twilight relayed the conversation between her and her client, 24601, over and over again in her mind.

So, why do you want us to kill this," Twilight looked at the notice again, "Tight Leash? You never gave me any details on why you want her dead Mrs. and that is one of the key factors in my line of work. She and her client were sitting down, a small table separating them.

Her client, almost all of her body concealed in a dark grey hoodie, jeans, and shows, minus her scarred, tan snout and mouth looked at Twilight, "That filthy whorse took everything from me, my family, my foal hood, my innocence, aswell as that of Maker knows how many other fillies and colts," She paused, spitting into her empty glass, "She's holed up in The Plot Hole, that abandoned strip club downtown. Be careful, the foals she, urgh, "trains" become nothing but empty husks, bred to do her bidding. They don't have names, none of us did. We were just bucking products." She sighed, "I want that witch dead, you here me? I want her bucking head on a bucking platter." 24601 growled

Twilight shook her head in both sorrow and disgust. Sorrow for 24601 and the countless foals that lost their purity, and disgust at the soulless monster who did this to them. If what she heard was correct, then it seemed Tight was the very opposite of Twilight. Whereas Twilight kept her business and her pleasure apart, Tight mixed them both in an orgasmic array of debauchery and suffering. Twilight, always organized and cautious, and Tight, hotheaded and reckless.

She landed outside The Plot Hole, the O's in Plot and Hole were formed out of a shapely mare's flanks, causing Twilight to blush, thinking of Celestia in such a position. The owner had sold the place a year ago, though homeless ponies and junkies still used it as a makeshift gathering place and home. Twilight pushed the door open, dust covered the unclean furniture. Looking around, the place was deserted. Drawing Vigilance, she said, "The job...Killer Is Dead." As she trotted through the building. Upon entering the kitchen, she noticed a rusted metal trapdoor in the back of the room, close to the fridge. Twilight carefully opened the trapdoor, climbing down the short flight of stairs into the basement.

Opening the door, she noticed a Wolf's head carved in the center, entering the basement proper. She recoiled from the smell, the whole place stank, the odor of blood, lust, and fear coated the walls, permeating them. Bloodied chains and straps hung empty, except or a few, which, to her horror, contained bleached skeletons. Saying a silent prayer to the Maker, she moved on.

The loudspeaker crackled, before a sultry voice came on, "Ohh, Mrs, Sparkle, I didn't expect company, and certainly not from a gorgeous mare, such as yourself. Well, I guess you're hear to off me then? No matter, my "children" will get you off first." She smirked, as several fillies and colts burst into the room, to Twilight's shock and horror.

Each of the, had several cuts of their bodies, and their foreheads were shaved bare, a bar code (think of Agent 47), with a serial number had been tattooed on, collars with wolves etched on them were attached to their necks, magic restricting rings had been placed on the unicrons, and the Pegasi had their wings bound tightly with rope, digging into the skin. Twilight felt sick to her stomach, throwing up, "You sick freak! How could you do this to..." Tears stung her eyes, as they lunged at her.

Twilight dodged, using her magic to put them to sleep. Once this was over, she'd get them help, return them to their families if possible, or give them to loving ones if not. She sighed, "Alright lady, where are you?"

The Speaker crackled again, Tight was moaning, before she stopped, "Oh, what, sorry, I was busy. Honey, could you leave, momma has some business she needs taking care of," The sound of hooves trotting away echoes across the room, "Anyhoof, I'm down the rabbit hole, just take a left."

Twilight grimaced, going thought the door and taking a left at the junction, into a remarakably cleaner portion of the room. The heavily stained black and white floor withstanding, the place was barely dirty at all. Tight Leash sat on a hoof crafted throne made of smelted steel. She wore a revealing skin tight leather shirt, well, actually, it was more like two straps of leather around her chest, and black short shorts that had the crotch cut out, revealing her marehood, and most of the ask side cut out, aswell as the side pickets, revealing her Cutie Mark, a whip. In her hooves was a blood stained spiked whip, which she was flicking in the air. Her powder blue coat shone in the light of the room, her pink mane freshly brushed, her chartreuse eyes half lidded, bedroom eyes.

"Greetings Twilight, my my, you're more beautiful then I imagined. No wonder the Princess pounds you every night." Tight smirked, flawlessly leaping into the air, spiking around, and landing perfectly, the whip cracking on the ground. Twilight held her blade close, as Leash drew near. "What a nice, long sword you've got there."

Tight grinned, locking lips with Twilight, before slowly separating, smirking. "Sorry about that, couldn't help myself" she then lashed out, and struck Twilight in the face with her whip, causing a small welt to bloom, "Lets dance cutie."

Twilight frowned, wiping the blood away from the wound, "You're going down!" She yelled, curling the whip around her sword, tossing Tight into the wall, "How's that for getting whipped?" She smirked.

Tight groaned, slowly getting up, her eyes glowing blood red in the night's light. She cursed, rapidly swinging the whip with abandon, cutting into Twilight twice, the other times she dodged. "Stay still! I can't wait to break you, you'd be my favorite, and new, toy." She giggled, lunging at Twilight with a feline like hiss.

Twilight rolled out of the way, "Let me guess, judging by the stylized wolf on the door, and and those gaudy collars you out on your "products", you're working for Wolf? Why? What would a Mare of the Night want with scum like him?" She panted, raising her katana at chest level, pointing it at Tight.

Tight chuckled, folding her whip, "Why you ask? It's simple, a business proposal. He gives me access to a large array of hapless foals to take and sell, or keep, in fact, I've already branched out, some friends of mine have multiple establishments just like this set up, shipping children of every race, drugs, and "donated" organs Equis-wide., and in return, I service him whenever, wherever, and however he wishes, plus he gets a cut of the profits." She winked, using her whip to grab a cool Bud Wiser beer from her mini fridge, draining it dry, crushing the can with her forehead, and tossing the can away, "Refreshing."

Twilight growled, "Donate? Don't you lie to me witch! You harvested them yourself, then..." She could feel the bile in her throat, "It's time to pay!" She advanced in a steady pace towards the smirking harlot.

Tight Leash leaned against the fridge, spreading her forelegs, "Ah, can you smell the love in the air tonight?" She tapped her hoof on the wall, as leather straps burst out of the wall, holding Twilight in the air, spread eagle.

Twilight snorted, "Love? There is no love in here, just the smell of your musk and lust!" She tried to pull herself free, by the binds were too tightly woven around her hooves, groaning in pain.

Tight giggled, slightly tipsy from the booze, "Well, tell me this Sparkle. What is love? Is it the affection of two foal hood sweethearts? The carnal lovemaking of two in private? Or is it spilling your mind, body. Heart, and soul to that special one? You have your definition, I have mine cupcake." She chuckled, running a hoof through Twilight's mane, sniffing it, "Oh, it smells like lavender and vanilla, delicious."

Twilight rolled her eyes, tearing at the bonds and dropping to the floor, "You were right about the last one, and somewhat correct about the second Tight." She slashed at Tight, knocking the dazed mare onto the checkered floor. "Any last words, whorse?"

Tight groaned, her whip too far out of leash for the Earth a pony to reach, her lips red with blood. "Yeah, buck you!" She spat in Twilight's face, to which said mare moved out of the way.

"By the way, 24601 says hello." Twilight muttered, raising her katana high in the air, "KILLER IS DEAD!" She yelled, lopping off Tight Leash's head, a permanent smirk and bedroom, eyes adorning it, magically transporting it to 24601, smirking im triumph. As she finished, Tight's body burst into a shower of blue tendril shaped energy, which flowed into her prosthetic forelegs, "Power Increased." The prosthetic said, the display flashing gold, before returning to normal.

"Well, well, well, excellent work, Mrs. Sparkle." A gravely (think Jigsaw mixed with Nolan's Batman) voice emanated, as Twilight turned around to reveal a stallion clapping his hooves. The stallion wore a realistic wolf mask, dark grey fur, and glowing golden eyes with a black pupil, a black military outfit with gold cuffs, hind leg cuffs, and shoulder pads with a line going down the middle, she advanced. "Oh, don't bother, it's just a hologram." The voice was obviously faked, a mix of voice changing hardware and magic.

A glass of wine appeared in his hooves, he held it out, "Want some? It's very real, trust me." The stallion, who she assumed to be Wolf, offered, but Twilight shook her head, her blade at the ready. "Shame," he looked behind her, "Oh, three of Leash's pets." He muttered, pulling the three struggling foals over in his icey blue telekinetic spell, "You can do with the others what you wish, as for these three." The Wolf smirked, as, to Twilight's horror, he crushed them, as they exploded into ragged chunks.

Tears rung her eyes, "You-you monster!" She yelled, throwing her katana at him, but it passed through harmlessly, jolting the image before it refocused, "How? Why?" She asked, kneeling before the remains of the three foals.

"It's just good business Mrs. Sparkle, and these three were merely products, less than equine, toys and tools made to be used, and when they wear out, broken and tossed aside." He tipped his mask slightly, "Good evening Twilight, we shall see each other again." He said, as the image dissapeared. Twilight sobbed, burying the remains in a grave, saying a prayer to the Maker to watch over them, and to give whatever families they had some semblance of peace and closure.

---Seven Hours Later---

Twilight had notified Celestia, saying she would be late. It took her hours, but she had dropped off the foals who had families at their homes, to their thanks, saying to the parent or guardian they needed psychological help, and to those that didn't have somepony to go back to, she gave to a loving couple who couldn't have children of their own.

She had gone back, tears streaming down her face, in joy and sorrow. She had embraced Celestia, and made love, knowing she had done the right thing, in the end. She went to bed with a small smile on her face.

---Wolf's Den---

"Soon Sparkle, I shall have my vengeance." The Wlf muttered, downing his second glass of the night, bathed in the moonlight. "Soon." He stared at the lunar sphere hanging in the night sky. He smiled cruely.

Author's Note

Special thanks to RagingPonyRider for feedback and a rather interesting contract, kudos.