Mole
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“The deadliest enemy is the one that you cannot see.” ~Anonymous
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(One week later)

The one major difference between the Red Paw and Special Operations was that in one you worked on threats to the Kingdom whereas Special Operations only worked on smaller domestic issues. Only in the Red Paw did a griffon truly show their loyalty to the Kingdom, only the best of the best were selected to be a part of this elite group.

And more often than not, Special Operations entailed the combined efforts of more than one ‘pair.’

“Infiltration team one will enter the building from the second story, window B-9. Infiltration team two will enter on ground level through window A-12. Infiltration team two will secure the ground floor. Infiltration team one will stealthily move across the second floor to target’s bedroom. They will enter said bedroom and will eliminate the target. If target escapes, Infiltration team two will halt any effort to escape and eliminate the target. If they cannot eliminate the target then Backup team-”

“You mean SHTF duty,” Clive cut in with a goofy smile, getting a glare from both the speaker and the two griffons who made up SHTF duty.

“-Backup team will be charged with accomplishing this task. There are two guards on each floor armed with lights, Arcumsires, and bladed weapons. Infiltration team two’s primary objective is to eliminate both guards on the lower floor, with secondary as target elimination. Infiltration team one’s primary objective is to eliminate the target. Backup team’s primary objective is to eliminate the target if neither Infiltration teams can eliminate the target-”

Gilda remembered the speaker, Fulton, from her days in Special Operations. He was stiff and excruciatingly formal. When a plan fell apart he was rarely able to do anything about it, but he made up for this in sticking to the letter more than one hundred percent. The only reason he ever failed was because the plans failed, which rarely happened.

Gilda knew that the target was slippery, paranoid, and very smart. She wondered why Fulton had been placed on a mission where the plans would likely fall apart and wondered if it was a test to see if she was still useful. As she pondered this, Fulton finished his overly detailed speech, which each of the six griffons already knew.

“Any questions?” Fulton’s eagle-like head surveyed the five others, “No? Okay then, gear check and then we go. You have three minutes.”

Gilda and Clive checked each other’s darksuits. The tight fitting material seemed to attract shadows and helped griffons blend into the night. It also served the purpose of leaving behind no feathers. Griffons dropped feathers accidentally with ease, the suits provided a net that disallowed any from falling, therefore leaving behind no evidence. It restricted no movement, though it did make flying slightly more difficult.

Clive and Gilda confirmed that both of each other’s suits were functional. She then went over her weapons.

A fighting knife with a serrated back, a small dagger for up close and personal work, three aerodynamic throwing knives, a razorwire garrote, and what was called a ‘culernus’. She clicked her two front paws together and a small blade poked up from each of her talons. The knives were very small, but very deadly. She clicked her paws together once more and the blades retracted.

As final check, she slid her mask on. The emotionless evil face with its tinted goggles was enough to scare many victims into paralyzed horror, Gilda loved seeing that final look on an enemy’s face as she approached and gouged out their jugular with one of her knives. The look of sheer terror was so very satisfying.

When the mask went over her face, everything she saw was immediately easier to see in the darkness, it was nearly as bright as day, though not as clear. The lenses of the mask were designed to draw in extra light, making them very black form the outside and allowing the wearer to see in the dark better.

Of the six, only SHTF duty, or ‘Backup team,’ didn’t wear darksuits. They would be waiting outside and needed to fly fast if they wanted to catch an escapee. They did wear darksuit masks, however, allowing them to better see in the dark.

Gilda looked over at Ales, Fulton’s partner, she came from an older higher class family. Ales nodded and Gilda returned the gesture. The darksuit made it hard to talk so gestures were employed for communication instead of words. She turned to Clive who nodded as well. The group was ready to go.

It was time to hunt.
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After popping window A-12 out of its frame, climbing inside, and replacing the window, Gilda and Clive were in. The window led to a bathroom and the bathroom led to the rest of the house.

“I’ll go that way, you go that way,” Clive said with gestures.

“Affirmative,” Gilda replied with a nod.

The house was large, a small mansion due to the wealth of the soon-to-be-dead owner. The guards were tough bastards and from what intelligence had gathered, they roamed the floors with no discernible pattern. They didn’t have night vision, but they did have flashlights. Both were armed with short barreled Arcumsires and an assortment of knives.

Gilda’s feet were silent as they padded along the carpeted floors. She was walking through what appeared to be a living room when the beam of a flashlight appeared on the floor ahead. Gilda stalked over to a couch and got down behind it, she drew her fighting knife silently from its sheath.

The light panned over the room. Once it had passed her hiding spot, Gilda peeked around the corner. She ducked back in the nick of time as the light panned back over the room. She gave a silent sigh of relief that her reflexes were so quick.

When the light didn’t come again, Gilda dared another peek. The guard was large and well muscled, he had a shortened Arcumsire in one paw and a flashlight peeking from a holder on his shoulder. He had his side turned to Gilda and was making his way down the opposite side of the room.

Gilda dashed silently from her hiding spot and made her way across the room, not moving too fast or too slow. She was behind the griffon when he suddenly turned and Gilda was blinded by light, she immediately sliced out with her knife. Gilda heard the guard take a breath as he was about to call out, but her knife connected and all that escaped was a gurgle.

She lashed out at the light and the lens shattered, everything was plunged into darkness again. She felt something warm running down her arm and soon made it out to be blood. There was a loud thump as the dead griffon hit the ground, Gilda noted with satisfaction that her blade had severed his jugular vein. His head had hit a table when he fell dead and Gilda threw a glance behind her, afraid that the other guard might have heard.

All that came around the corner, however, was Clive, his knife was bloody.

“Objective complete,” Gilda said with a raised paw.

“Affirmative,” Clive responded similarly.

It was then that a scream came from the second floor. Despite wearing matching emotionless masks, Gilda and Clive exchanged glances and rushed up the stairs. Gilda grabbed the dead guard’s Arcumsire before she rushed after Clive.
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Muffled voices were coming from an upstairs bedroom. Gilda and Clive looked at each other and Clive grabbed the door handle. Gilda positioned herself slightly to the side of the door.

“Three, two, one, go!” Clive gestured, yanking the door open. Gilda rushed into the room, aiming down the sights of her weapon. Three figures were at the foot of the bed, Fulton, Ales, and...a pink pony? Pictures of Pinkie Pie flashed through Gilda’s head before she noticed that this pony had a purple mane and was a pegasus.

Fulton was forcing the pony into the floor, pulling one of her forelegs back. When the pony heard the door burst open, she cried for help but then turned her head to see another two black clad griffons.

“Where the fuck is he!” Fulton growled, his mask was pulled back so he could speak freely.

Ales noticed Gilda’s questioning posture and turned to her and Clive, “We came in and found this pegasus, no sign of the target.”

“The target was a pony fucker?” Clive asked, pulling back his mask as well.

“It would seem so,” Ales said with a sigh, “Sick, sick bastard.”

“Answer the question! Now!” Fulton pulled back on the pony’s foreleg again and she yelped in pain.

“I don’t know!” the pony sobbed.

“Wrong fuckin answer,” Fulton pulled hard and struck the pony’s arm, there was a crack of bone and the pony yelled out in pain again, her face wet from tears, Fulton looked over to Gilda, “You three go check everywhere, see if you can find the target,” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he looked back at the pony, “I can only ask so many times.” He grabbed her by the mane and slammed her face into the ground.
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(One hour later)

Ales, Gilda, and Clive returned empty-pawed. They had triple checked the building, but found no sign of the target.

The pony now had a broken wing in complement to the arm and her nose was bloody. When the three griffons returned empty-pawed, Fulton cursed and pulled the pony up by her neck so that their eyes met. Hers were glazed over and unfocused with the intense pain and his were raging in anger. Her threw a punch to her gut and then let her hit the floor again, “We’re heading back, I want to get everything out of her that we can.”
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It took thirty minutes to make Fulton believe the pegasus knew nothing, “Goddamnit! The only explanation that I can think of is that there’s a mole in the system. It isn’t possible that he knew we were coming!” Fulton growled, pacing back and forth in the room outside where the drugged pegasus was being held.

“How do you know that he knew we were coming? He left his pegasus bitch there,” Ales said, leaning on a wall opposite Fulton.

“It’s not possible that he simply up and left on the same day that we struck, we had the place under surveillance twenty-four seven and nogriffon saw him leave! The only explanation is that we have a mole!” Fulton retorted.

“Speaking of said ‘pegasus bitch,’ how’s she gonna go?” Clive asked.

“I don’t care, get a few others and make it look like a mugging gone wrong. Just make sure you get that drug out of her system, we don’t want that showing up on the autopsy,” Fulton replied.

“You’re not coming?” Clive asked.

“No, I’m going to see who was on surveillance duty and when, I will not be made to look like a fool because of some spy! And keep your mouths shut about this mole problem, we don’t want whoever it is getting wind that we’re onto him.”

Ales, Gilda, and Clive nodded.

“Good, you see anything suspicious, contact me right away. I’ll keep you posted.”
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The spot they chose was a quiet alleyway in a downtown industrial district. In the dead of night, it would be almost dead certain that nogriffon would be about to play witness to the scene of the crime until the culprits were long gone. The two pairs split up, the females looking out at the alleyway entrance while the males dragged the pegasus into the darkened bowels of it.

"A-are you l-letting me-e go?" the pegasus moaned, spitting a glob of blood out. Clive and the other, a slightly younger griffon named Ewing, dropped her at the end of the alleyway.

"Well now that depends on if you believe in the afterlife," Clive replied, the pegasus' eyes bulged wide with fright.

"N-no! Pl-please!" the pegasus said, trying to draw away from the two griffons standing over her but unable to due to her wounds, "My p-parents! They-they're important p-ponies! I can...they can p-pay you if y-you just l-let me-e go-o-o!" She wailed. Ewing circled around behind the pegasus, her gaze flickered between him and Clive fearfully, "Please!"

"So a mugging gone wrong, huh?" Ewing asked, eyes flicking up to Clive, "Two griffons looking for a couple of bits see a bit of something else they like?" he continued, coaxing his sexual member from its sheath with a few light strokes. Using his other claw, he grabbed her tail, yanking it away to reveal her marehood and ass, growing harder at the newfound sight.

"Please," the pegasus whimpered. She gave another whimper as Ewing forced his hardened prick into her tight slit, his penile spines scraping against her inner walls as he forced his way in, giving a low grunt of satisfaction.

"I like it," Clive said with a smirk, bringing his loins to a stiff attention. He grabbed either side of the pegasus' head to hold her still, "Gilda's not really into oral so I call the front door on this one."

The pegasus gave another soft whimper as Ewing pulled himself partway out before thrusting back in with another low grunt. Clive brought himself closer to her face, her fearful eyes locked onto his full grown, pointy prick. She clamped her jaw shut, closing her eyes and whimpering again as Ewing raked her inner walls with his feline cock-spines.

Clive plugged up her nose, which was coated in dried blood. After a few moments she was forced to inhale through her mouth, opening it enough for Clive to force his way in. His cock was immediately coated with the warmth of her mouth and the moistness of her tongue as she unconsciously tasted the offending object in her mouth. But before he could try anything, pain sliced through his groin as the pegasus bit down on him. Clive gave a yelp, smashing a fist into her snout as he pulled himself out, his cock trailing a thin line of bloody saliva.

The pegasus gave a quiet yelp of pain, the wounds in her nose reopening to let even more blood spill out.

"Fucking bitch!" Clive spat, checking himself out to find that he was thankfully still in possession of his lower appendage.

"Did she bite you?" Ewing asked with a chuckle, speeding up the game of in and out. He slid a clawed hand below her moistening pussy, using his claws to play with her two small teats, sliding his sharp claws around the edges and making her squirm a bit.

Clive smashed his fist into the pegasus' face, knocking a few teeth loose and dazing her. He tried again, forcing her to take the entirety of his hardened member in her mouth. She gagged against him as his prick pressed against the back of her throat. Her tongue unconsciously swirled around him, pushing and sliding against him in an effort to push him out. He gripped her head again, guiding her in a back and forth motion as he built himself up into a climax.

Having started sooner, Ewing gave a final thrust into the pegasus' pussy and unloaded with a groan, filling her up with his thick seed. He let himself finish off inside the warm walls of her pussy before slowly pulling out and taking a few steps back to let Clive finish.

He didn't have long to wait, the tonguing combined with the occasional shudders of the pegasus gagging got Clive off rather fast. The pegasus' eyes grew wide as he came down her throat, some of it getting into her lungs and forcing a few heavy coughs out of her as she tried to clear her airway.

"You done?" Ewing asked as Clive pulled free, his cock still dripping bits of seed.

"Done enough," Clive replied, "may I have the honors?"

Ewing nodded, "Sure."

Clive straddled her back and wrapped an arm around her throat. He pulled her back into him, cutting off her air supply and dripping a few excess drops of thick seed into her mane as his member slowly slid back into its sheath. A puddle of warm liquid began to form around her hindquarters as she released her bladder in fear. Clive held fast, waiting until her struggling stopped and her body grew still, dead eyes staring into nothingness. Ewing came around as Clive got off of her and drew a knife across her throat for good measure before the two rejoined their female counterparts at the entrance of the alleyway.

“Took you long enough,” Gilda muttered.

“It was worth it,” Clive said with a smile.

“You’re fucking sick, Clive.”

“I know,” Clive replied with a laugh.

Author's Note

Now with an added deleted "rape" scene! Enjoy!