Silent Graves

The sun peeked through the hole in the blinds, slowly climbing down the wall until it was ready to burn its way through Silver's eyelids. Not particularly happy with the light shining in her eyes, she woke up and scooted down, finding herself in the arms of her stallion. Part of him was still poking her, even as he slept.

"Good morning, Stud," she smiled, wiggling her butt against his thighs. "Sleep well?"

He didn't answer. Her first thought was that he was still asleep. She reached back between his legs and began to caress softly the part of him that had given her such a satisfying sleep. Surely, that would wake him up.

"I want you to feel just how much you mean to me," she moaned, taking him up between her legs and massaging him with her thighs. Already, a sticky liquid was leaking out of the tip and coating her hoof. Not intending to leave herself out, she began to smear it all over her breasts, moaning softly in mild pleasure as she did so. She still had an hour before she had to go to work, there was time to enjoy herself this morning.

She continued like this for ten minutes, hoping he would take some control over her body as he had last night. She was glad he wasn't snoring loudly, but he just wasn't putting in any effort this morning. Perhaps he was just a really heavy sleeper. Perhaps he just wanted her to take the initiative. If either was the case, he might find that he was disappointed, but she would be satisfied whether he felt it or not.

She began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding along his well-lubricated appendage. She wasn't ready to take him in while he was asleep, but she was certainly going to enjoy that medial ridge bumping up against her and ringing her doorbell. She continued to rub until she felt the electrical surge run through her body. As her hips pushed back, she felt a viscous liquid gushing out between her legs.

"Was it good for you?" she asked, thinking that he had to be awake by now. "How was I? The best you've ever had, right?"

Still no answer. Surely, he was left speechless by how good she was.

"That's right. And you'd better remember this morning, because if you ever leave me, you're never going to feel anything like that again." All of a sudden, the most foul odour she'd ever experienced wafted up into her nose. "Ugh! What is that?" She buried her nose in the comforter, but it somehow smelled even worse. As her tail flicked, it felt like it was stuck in something that was thick and oozy. "Did you just shit in my bed, you bastard!?"

She threw off the covers and leaped out of bed, about to go off on him, but as soon as she saw him uncovered, she froze. It wasn't fecal matter that covered her tail, but the decaying remains of a rotting corpse. She'd been rubbing over her body not the excretions of a pleased stallion, but a deceased one. Her breasts and hooves, her back and tail, they were all covered in blood and bile. Even now, the parts that had come out of his mouth onto her mane were dripping down her neck. And what horrified her the most was that she'd just spent the last half hour pleasuring herself with a dead stallion.

She took a deep breath. Maybe he was still alive, somehow? Just clinging desperately to life. After all, his body was still warm. If she called a doctor right away, mayhaps they could save him? Pressing her hoof against his neck, she didn't even wait to see if there was a pulse. It was ice-cold and stiff. There was no saving him. He was long since dead.

One wall away, Glory and Perl were just sitting down to breakfast of pancakes and fruit when they heard the scream ring out. Glory almost dropped his coffee mug. "Doesn't she have to work today?" he asked. "I thought she worked on the weekdays."

"She does," answered Perl, taking a swig of her orange juice. "She usually leaves in about half an hour."

Glory furrowed his brow. "With how long they went at it last night, you'd think she would know that she doesn't have time today to fool around before she leaves."

"I don't make her decisions for her, dear," sighed Perl. "If I did, you can bet I'd have picked that blue pegasus with the white mane from eight months ago. He was a real looker."

"The athlete?" laughed Glory. "Of course you liked him. He looked like I used to. Gods, even in your fantasies, you can't stop thinking of me."

"What can I say?" she shrugged, smiling. "I clearly have a type, and you're it." She leaned forward and the two shared a brief kiss before returning to their breakfast.

In the days to come, Loose Lips was arrested for the murder of her ex-boyfriend, Stud Muffin. She had been cited as being caught breaking into his house the afternoon before by breaking a window, she had ambushed him and his date at a restaurant and caused a fair amount of monetary damages, and after being taken into custody at that restaurant, she had escaped the guards that had escorted her away. Naturally, she argued that she "had not killed the cheating bastard, regardless of the fact that he did deserve it," claiming that she had been trying to recover her dog from his house, which she had indeed broken into again. The jury was unconvinced, and she was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Silver Sands had been traumatized by the incident. She moved out of town, going back to her parents' place for a few months while she recovered. When she could finally pick herself up, she went to live in a new town and found a new coltfriend. She opted to slow down a bit and enjoy her life, making sure that anypony that wanted to put their dick in her hadn't recently dipped it in crazy.

Stud's manor was fixed up by his sister and sold to a young entrepreneur who was expanding his business into the city. He'd seen success in both Canterlot and Manehattan, so turning his attention here to the silent city was certainly a fair next step. He even brought his family along to help him relax when he was away from work.