T.W.O ELITE

                       " I never thought myself to be the one deliver this fatal love tap."

" Is it worth the money?"

" Am Im going to do this, am I going to kill her?"

" I only have thirty seconds to decide."

                          John steadied his breathing, for his aim must not be faultered. He locked her heart into the crosshairs of a weapon made of wood, and steel.

He put his finger on the cold trigger. He takes a breath, and pulls the trigger back. The bullet didn't faulter, his aim was precise, the kill was good. The scene of the death was clean. The window from where he shot didn't shatter, a perfect hole is what remains. John looked away from the stylist's house, and out to the rest of the town.  John then realized there was  nothing more to do then vanish into the incoming  foggy njght.

                         He trudged into T.W.O, with nothing left but a empty heart. After all she filled a void in his heart not long ago. He made his way to the briefing room

without distraction. John opened the door, and seen his Cheif. They did not speak, they didn't have to speak. The Cheif  only nodded sliding the briefcase of money to him. John sat the bullet's casing onto the table, turned around, and walked out with his pay.

                         The streets of Manehatten are a bustling place at night. With local nightclubs, bars, and other midnight complexes are a good way to spend money.

The most favorite spot for stallions was the "Vanilla Unicorn." This paticluar club housed beautiful  neon lights, Mares, and cheap watered down drinks, served by the most beautiful mares.

                         John entered the club and found that his usual booth was occupied by a group strangers. He approaced the unknowns

  "May I ask you? What are you doing in my seat?"

One of the drunken stallions got out of the booth.

"What makes you think this your spot?" The very young stallion replied barely keeping balance.

John chuckled a little, then gave the stallion a left hook to the jaw. When the  stallion fell signaled the other two stallions to get up. John pulled a knife saying

"You two sit back down before I give you a tatoo you can't get rid of."

                           The stallion,and his two friends got up and went to a different booth. John then sat in his usual spot; he ordered a drink.

A very beautiful mare came back with his drink, smiling. John noticed her smiling a gave a sly wink. She gave him his drink, and giggled as she walked away. His tail swayed a little, as he seen her exposed hind end. He then gained control of himself and returned to his drinking. The taste of his drink burned his throat, but it made himself feel better. The drink took his mind off his job, the godforsaken job that killed his love. His drink was gone fast, too fast. He called a waitress over, and ordered another drink.

                           Hours have past and it was closing time. The remaining patrons filed out of the door trying to keep their balance while doing so. John still sat at one of the tables, not wanting to move. The same waitress who served him now sat next to him. The mare put her hand on his while asking

"Do you have a place to stay?"

                           John lately responded with a nod. The mare now moved her hand onto his knee, rubbing it softly.

"Well, would it be possible for me to escort you home?"

                          John blushed as her hand now went to his nether region. She heard him let out a squeak in surprise.

"Well, well." She purred.

                          He moved to get perfectly situated for her to take control. She caught on to what he was doing, and started to unzip his pants. She looked around to be sure that they were the only two in the club. After she felt secure she released his stiff erection from its cloth prison. She looked at it wide eyed for a moment, then give it a small lick. Doing that gave John a shutter. She smiled knowing that she did something right. The dark blue mare decided to rub on him before starting with the heavy stuff. She gripped his shaft tight, and rubbed it with an ungodly speed. She also let small moans when she touched his tip. John started to thrust upward sending him new waves of pleasure. she cooed.

"You must be really happy."

                              After saying that she took the head of his dick in her mouth. She then to move down his shaft and up again. This made John moan loud. The next time she went down he placed his hand on her head, and forced down a little farther. He could feel her humming a sweet rhythm, it made him feel more shameful.

"Wow, just ten hours ago I shot my true love, and now I'm fucking another mare." He thought to himself.

                               It was shameful, he could've waited, but it was rushed. John's greed, and lust got to his own control again. He knew next time would be the last. He lost himself in his own greed, and lust for money and power. John closed his eyes tight as now she took his whole shaft into her mouth, and throat. She choked a little, and pulled off.

"Now." She said. "I want you too fuck me hard!"

                                The mare pulled her pants down, laid chest first on the booth's table, and lifted her tail, and ass into the air.

John wasted no time, he quickly removed his pants, and mounted the mare from behind. He rubbed the head of his dick against her asshole, teasing her ever so slightly. She begged.

"Please, please fuck me in the ass."

"Ok." John said thrusting his cock in.

                                   The mare screamed loud as she felt his full force push her forward. She cried at the quick jolt of pain, and tried to be ready for him to pull out. He pulled out quickly, which made her squeal. Then repeated the process, and thrusted hard, and fast. The mare grunted loud with John. He matched his thrusts with her quick breathing. John was grunting abnormally loud for his own taste. The mare started to push her rear end back to gain some more friction. She was so close to cuming all over prat of the table, and floor. She cried out.

"Yes, yes! Harder."

                                   John paid the waitress a kindness and stopped his fast pace, so that he could grabbed her flanks and ram in. He did so, and let ropes, and ropes of his semen into her ass.

"Oh my god yes!" The mare yelled out, cuming all over herself, the table, and floor.

                                   John let out a satisfied grunt as he thrusted his last load of cum inside. He then pulled out letting the cum fill the mare full.

John pulled his pants up, and kissed her cheek. He then left his entire pay on the table for the waitress, and left.