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!