Who Taught You How To Hate?
Oh my dearest little keeper of secrets,
This is the first bloody entry I'll write of hopefully many to come. I must say, never have I experienced such a rush of excitement! I was scared at first... oh so scared. I was practically trembling in hesitation, but by the time I plunged my blade into his gut for the fortieth time, my trembling was one of arousing excitement as my mind and body rode high on the adrenaline!
It all began on one of the many cobblestone streets... I chose my attire carefully, a heavy cloak and hat that did well to hide my visage on a night where a thick moist fog hung heavily in the air. Even the magical street lamps did poorly to illuminate the shadow. Of course, I was smart enough to survey my target thoroughly for many days. I took note of the patrols, their routes and how long each took to complete their round. So of course I met little resistance while on my rendezvous with my target. He was there as we planned... waiting, shifting about in the shadow of an alleyway. I could tell my prey was nervous. Was he nervous as I? I'm not sure, but I swallowed the knot in my throat and approached him.
I saw him rear up in surprise, he quickly assumed I was of the patrol and started to stutter as he spouted out some poorly devised excuse as to his reason being here. With a hoof to his muzzle and a smile oozing with assurance and charisma, I quickly informed him that I was indeed the stallion he was waiting for. He smiled meekly... he sure was cute, I made a note in my mind that I'd not ruin that pretty lil' face of his.
We proceeded deeper into the alleyway till we both felt we would be be shielded from eyes.. perhaps not so much sound, but I'd handle that when it came time to do the deed. I more than happily levitated the pouch of clinking gilded coins, which he didn't bother to count as he took it between his teeth and sat it down against the brick wall. He gave me one last smile, then turned around and presented himself.
Oh yes, I haven't even made mention of his name... have I? It was Braeburn... and such a handsome stud he was too. Those lively light green eyes contrasted beautifully against his yellow coat. His mane was unusually thick and long, unkempt and was of two tones of color, both darker shades of his coat. He had clearly shortened his tail though, shorter than a normal stallion's cut... it was a call sign to others of his occupation. He was a prostitute. Now lets get back on track, shall we?
With his back turned, my eyes wandered down to that small shapely derriere. Eventually my attention became more focused on the puckered orifice just below the base of his tail. The sight was a enough to cause a bit of an arousal in my loins... my cock was stirred from it's resting placed and peaked out slowly from my sheath. I wasn't a connoisseur of stallions, but even I couldn't help but admire a charming rump when it wandered into view. I leaned forward, brushing my nostrils against his anus and faintly inhaling. An exquisite composite of sweat, dung and the remnants of others stallions' seed sent a shiver down my spine. I was disgusted, but sexually enlivened at the same time! One of the most memorable moments of my encounter, to be sure!
At that moment, I gave in to deprave thoughts of ravaging this stallion who seemed to be eagerly awaiting my cock with baited breath. I can't entirely recall everything, but I remember him whimpering as I mounted and furiously drove my thick pole deep into his ass. In the throes of ecstasy, one's mind becomes immensely clouded. I remember him trembling, legs buckling as I repeatedly drove myself into his body. I remember my teeth grasping a mouthful of his mane and pulling his head back. I could feel his insides as they squeezed around my meat, milking me as though one might squeeze the teat of a cow to get milk, but much more forceful in comparison!
Release came quickly enough... after all, stallions are more known for the ferocity than their endurance in bed. My hind legs ached, sweat profusely raced down my face ass I made sure that every last drop of my seed would coat the inside of this stallion's insides. My balls tingled with relief as my shaft grew flaccid... I slowly eased myself off, only now able to see the stallion had sprayed his thick white spunk across the brick wall. My eyes wandered to my handiwork, smiling as I saw his orifice now had a slight gape where it was once tight and my seed was oozing and running down the back of his balls.
We were both breathing heavily, both of us sharing a grin of satisfaction. He nodded a silent thanks, then turned as though to make his way off. It was than I seized the moment! Fighting exhaustion, I found concentration to be a bit hard but my honed magic was as strong as ever. I grasped his entire body in an aura of telekinesis, then painfully slammed his body up against the wall. It's there I pinned him, making extra precautions to overlap my magic around his muzzle so to keep him silent. He looked at me in surprise and fear, but it became quickly absolute horror as I pulled a knife from the cloak I had earlier discarded just before our rather raunchy meeting.
I remember apologizing it... I'm not sure why, but I think it was just to mock him more so than be sincere for what I was about to do. With that, I began my bloody assault. I stabbed aimlessly, the steel knife puncturing the soft flesh of his belly easily enough. Blood, there was lots of blood. It got everywhere... on me, on him, on the walls and ground. After ten or so, I stopped... I admired his face which was twisted in pain and agony. I could feel him wanting to cry out as his muzzle pushed against my telekinesis... I felt his body eager to thrash... I didn't offer him even an inch to do so. My sights then settled on the dear stud's nuts.... I used one hoof to pull them till the flesh was taught... then with a simple swipe of surgical precision, I decapitated his nuts from the rest of his sheath. They made a sickeningly wet plop as they hit the bloody ground below. It was... extremely intoxicating.. if I wasn't spent, I might've gotten aroused! It was then I noticed the life living my victim's life as unconsciousness encroached like it was the Reaper Pony coming to take his soul. From here, it was a dwindling crescendo of visceral harmony as I stabbed my blade into him another thirty times. He was long gone by the twentieth, I assumed, but again I lost myself temporarily in a rush... by the time I stopped, my white fur was drenched in splotches of red... matching the blood which pooled to the ground and splattered the walls. My magic spent, I felt it gave away as his body crumble to the ground in a mess.
I wiped a bit of blood from my face and looked at my watch, the guards would be changing out and so I made my sure escape as they did. The cloak and hat serving now to not only obscure my identity, but the blood I had to wash off after I got home.
Well my little diary... It was surely an interesting night. Will I do it again? Well, of course... I just couldn't go back to chopping meat for the griffons and minotaurs again... that was definitely a lousy business idea.
Author's Note
My first story... as stated in my profile, I do these things in one sitting... that's just how I prefer it honestly. If anything, I'm just happy to post my sick dark little fantasies out there in the world... and if even one person enjoys it, even better!
Dear Diary,
Today I write a most splendid entry! Another wonderful date with a mare of the night whose soul I snuffed out like a flame burning the last bit of wick away on a candle.
It was a dreary night, a light drizzle had rolled in and had dampened the air. It was almost as if the sky itself was already weeping for my victim. Alas, that was just my creative thinking... for it was the pegasi who arranged all manners of weather here and it just so happened it called for a light rain that night.
I should mention, blood washes out very poorly... so I had to do away with my guise from the other day and use my last remaining bits to acquire a few cloaks from a second hand store down the road. The smell of another pony was heavily imbedded in them, with a few poorly stiched holes, but otherwise perfect since they would be discarded later on anyways. Though, I did have quite a scare when I had to go back and get those bits, but luckily no one had discovered the corpse by then.
It's worth noting that patrols now doubled and I had to keep my senses about me. No doubt by now the body was discovered by noon where the light would illuminate the crime scene just enough for a passerby to catch a glance. The Royal Sisters, Luna and Celestia, who also commanded the Royal Guard, were probably quick to calm the citizens and assure them the murderer would be quickly apprehended. I certainly don't plan on making that too easy for them.
My next victim was already laid out... and oh what a beauty she was. Rarity, was her name... with sapphire blue eyes, a gorgeous flowing and curvy tail and mane of violet with a coat so white it almost reminded me of marshmellows. She was somewhat of a special case... for she lead a double life like myself. During the day, she ran a rather successful boutique in the upper class district, but then on an ever so rare night you could find her slinking about like a snake.
Now, at that point... I had questions. For one, how did she maintain her place in high society and yet at the same time be able to offer herself up at the request of stallions and mares who could afford her prices? Magic, bribes... maybe she made them deals? I was certainly made it an objective to find out before the end!
The patrols weren't so dense here... so far away from the garrisons, so crime in this particular district wasn't exactly high, but still commonplace enough. So it came of no surprise that she brandished a small blade from her own glittering red coat. I instantly stopped, leaving more than enough space between us that she seemed comfortable at least. She asked who I was, and what I wanted. I stayed blunt and to the point with both, saying that I was only a stallion who was little for a little fun. She eyed me suspiciously and almost looked as though she didn't buy into it. I kept calm nevertheless, a cool and clean smile and soft eyes that hopefully didn't reflect the murderous intent I had laid out.
A minute passed... then two minutes. We said nothing, her blade never moving from where she held it in her telekinesis. She gave a somewhat satisfying smirk and sheathed it in her cloak, I made sure to take note of it's location... a spare blade shouldn't go to waste, after all. In a lady like manner to which she often aspired herself to, or so I thought so in my head, she turned about and made her way through the door of a rather run down room which once had served as a shop of some sort. The windows were boarded up, and only dust, spiders and a counter built into the place with a small backroom remained.
We took a few minutes to talk, clearly she was still testing me. I could almost the tense muscles beneath her skin, as if she was ready to scamper out at a moment's notice. It was then I made a choice... perhaps a fool's choice at the time, but I wanted to cut the tension between us... not literally of course. I used my own magic to retrieve my own knife from beneath my cloak and drive it's sharp edge into the counter. Her response was as I hoped, for she quickly drew her own to defend herself, but then settled down when she realized I was simply trying to make myself pose less of a threat. I nodded, offered her a smile to which she proceeded to lodge the point of her small jewel encrusted dagger beside my own.
From then on, we exchanged pleasentries without much thought. I never did ask her to explain how she managed to retain her dignity as a boutique owner in the upper class district either. I felt like it'd only serve to put her on edge. It was then we both noticed the rain became heavier, and we both eyed each other with a realization. I wasn't here to talk really, and neither was she... and it was becoming just a too bit personal. She excused herself and we both agreed that we should just get on with it.
Most surprisingly, she refused to be paid. "Just having someone to talk to was enough," were her words. I didn't mind... I honestly didn't have any bits on me. In fact, I had not planned to have my way with her like I did Braeburn, but I'd be a fool to refuse free service. We did away with our clothes, and she propped herself up against the counter. She lifted her tail, looking back at me as I gazed at those black fleshy plump petals that made up her flower and took note of how even tighter her puffy little tailhole than Braeburn's.
I asked if she was a virgin, which earned me a queer look. I laughed, and as if to be more specific, I leaned down and rolled the tip of my tongue across her anus. This brought out a delighted moan from the mare, to which she then informed me that she was definitely a virgin in regards to that particular hole. Without asking for approval, I continued my advance.
She was quite audible in her approval as my tongue had it's way with her anus, swirling and slurping over her puffy black doughnut with an ever growing intensity! The taste as extraordinary, I never did tire faint earthy taste and smell of dung and sweat. My tongue went deeper, forcefully pushing it's way inside with all the eagerness to see if she was sweet on the inside as she was the outside! I could feel her body shivering, back arching in delight and that heavy lingering odor of an aroused mare that now saturated the air.
I pulled back and reared up on my hind legs, my forehooves steadied themselves on her lower back. It's then I asked her, if she would allow me the pleasure of being the first to trespass her rump. She looked back at me, bottom lip clenched between her teeth nervously. She asked if it would hurt... and if I would be gentle. Thinking quickly, I answered with a shake of my head. She looked back to the ground and lowered her head. That was enough of an approval to justify what I was about to do.
With a single hardy thrust, I buried my lance deep into her, up till now, virgin backside. She let out a wail that seemed to be from a mixture of both severe pain and bliss as my cock stretched her insides out further than any bowel movement ever had. I didn't dither for a second to see if she was okay, now tirelessly pumping my meaty rod in and out of that incredibly tight hole. It was then I knew there was a literal meaning to the phrase, "Fucking the shit out of somepony", as I felt a new sensation slowly cover my dick. I didn't have to question what it was, but nor did I stop myself to clean up. I heard her apologize profusely, I responded by ramping up my speed and pace.
I finally came, grunting heavily as I gave one more final thrust into her dung filled backside. I felt her body convulse beneath me, then the sound of a heavy gush of liquid hitting the ground... a sign that she had clearly orgasmed as well. I pulled out, not surprised to find my still somewhat erect cock smeared in her dung. Blushing darkly, Rarity did nothing to hide her shame as she relieved herself in front of me. I was disgusted, but at the time... to see such a lady do a rather usually private thing in front of me, was definitely a turn on... I'm certainly one depraved stallion, huh?
Blushing still, she turned around and eyed my shaft. Without a word, and much to my surprise, this braced my cock between her forehooves and then started to lick the smeared excrement off it! It was sickening, she was depraved, I almost wanted to love her. She affectionately cleaned every bit off, but I made sure to clarify I wasn't satisfied. "Dirty mares need to be punished," is what I remember saying. She asked me, curiously, what I had in mind. I pointed to the fresh soft and warm pony pie she had so pleasently squeezed out just moments go. At my request, she gasped and looked almost appalled. I smirked, she feigned a pouty expression.
There was certainly a mutual understanding between us... Was this experience unique to just me? Had this happened with other ponies... or had I, by some struck of luck, came across a side of her that she kept hidden away for several good reasons. It didn't matter at this point, for as I watched her kneel down then planted her face into the pile of her own solid excrement. I could tell she was humiliated, blushing hotly and still somehow heavily aroused. With a forehoof to the back of her head, I pinned her face down against the dung pile then made sure every each of her white coat on her face was tarnished with the dark brown mushy mess.
Her humiliation was complete, and I was drunk with dominance. Though, I decided she needed just a bit more. She remained in place like the good mare she was, even as my hot piss washed over her mane and face. All the while, I had managed to dislodge my knife from it's resting place and floated it closely out of her sight. As I finished, she looked up with me with her shit and piss covered face and gave a wicked smile. Her horn started to glow, but within an instant my knife found a new place... right in her throat.
The magic around her own flickered, then dispersed all together as she gargled and coughed. Using my forehooves, I positioned her head so that her neck was completely exposed all the way around. I began to haphazardly saw the serrated edge through her neck. She couldn't scream as she drowned on her own blood, her body thrashing about till I managed to go through her spine to which it went limp. Death took her swiftly enough and I was allowed to cut away away the rest of the flesh and muscle keeping her head attached to her lifeless body. I placed her head back down into the pile of dung and urine, then proceeded to relieve myself one last time with that warm body of hers. It wasn't as good as the first time, but it certainly did the trick before I departed. Though I did bring back her cloak with me, and her dagger. Tokens to remember our fond time together.
