He opened his eyes and drew in the sweet smell of the place in which he stood.
the scents of the filthy place excited him, building the feel of growing ectasy deep inside.
the torches on the wall where burning down, almost stumps, their short lengths
filling the air in the hallway with sickly fumes, the result of cheap pitch.
There was one other waiting for his turn, his beady eyes swaying hurriedly, he looked
the type with a shallow lust settled into his bones.
He looked at the other stallion, with a look of contempt painted plainly across his face,
and sighed.
A welcoming hoof extended from the nearby door, beconing in the other stallion, a look
of glee and and pure unadultered greed spreading through his figure.
Charcoal sat down on the cold floor, consolidated his longing, and drew it into a core,
sealed away from the rest of his mind. he had aspiration to release it slowly.
After a time, the other stallion emerged from the room, a smug look across his face,
he walked away contentedly.
Charcoal was now alone, he always liked to be last. he rose slowly, in control of his
motion perfectly, and strode into the room, shutting the door quitely behind him.
The room was sparsely furnished, a worn mattress lay in the corner of the
room, covered in stains of all varieties, light and dark. a small washbasin sat in another
corner of the room, in front of which, stood the mare. he smiled inwardly, it was preferable
for him when they washed.
The mare looked around from a washbasin, surprised by the entry of the second stallion.
"I thought that other one was my last today, vince told me my working hours were over at 11."
Charcoal knew that this was where the game began, he steeled himself and began to talk.
"Well, I was always intimidated by the hordes of stallions stampeding through the halls, I
like to be last." The mare gave him a sidelong glance, and carefully folded the towl she was using
to dry herself with, then sighed. "I guess I could do one more, the extra money wouldnt hurt."
Charcoal smiled slightly and pushed thirty bits onto the table in front of the mare, she scooped up
the payment and dumped it into a draw on a battered cabinet.
Charcoal drew closer to her, then whispered in her ear, "I have one request." The mare raised a
questioning eyebrow. He pushed two hundred and fifty more bits onto the table whilst pressing
gently against her, "I want you to enjoy yourself too." She visibly quivered from the sight of the money,
it was more than she earnt in an entire day, and had likely never seen so much money from a single
customer before. She visibly relaxed under his gentle gaze, His soft breaths washing over her.
She grinned openly, "For that amount of money, You and I will enjoy ourselves all night." His eyes sparkled,
but for what reason, she did not know. She reached behind him, and gently stroked a hoof along his warm
underbelly, whilst at the same time caressing herself. she let out a soft moan in his ear, then turned her back
to him and presented her rear, rotating it round and round.
That was why he missed the first time, but he hit home the second.
he quickly grabbed the towl and stuffed it into her mouth as she fell to the floor, he grabbed, two ends and pulled
them tight around her head.
a small pool of urine spread on the floor as she couldnt hold her bladder, and her wide eyes looked over to the ornate
knife sticking out of the bottom of her spinal cord. a new colour began to spread in the pool, a deep crimson red.
"What a filthy whore you are." he whispered in her ear.
He gently ran his tongue along her cheek, tasting the bittersweet tears as they ran from her eyes, his deep lust flared
and he left it unsated, his member throbbing violently. she tried to kick out with her front hooves, but found herself
weak, and lacking any real energy, and instead found herself taking a much closer look at his hoof. her red and pink mane
spread out behind her in a messy and sickly state. as she watched, she saw it slowly become more red, and once again, she
tried to scream in fear. He bathed in the radiance of his work, and felt the lust wash through his being and his soul. He gripped
his knife and slowly drew it from her back as he became even more aroused watching her eyes go even wider, and at her muffled
attempts of screaming. he slowly drew the knife up her perfect underbelly, opening the skin just enough, so that the slightest
extra force of pressure would cause it to rupture outwards. he came to her face, and tenderly stroked her mane, deep sounds
of satisfaction coming from his throat. She watched in horror as he placed his knife at the base of her horn, and instantly regretted
taking sexual enchancement pills.
she never thought that losing her magic for a day would be a problem.
He slowly sawed at the beautiful horn, using a heavily serated edge to slice through the bonelike material with deliberate ease,
and at the last point, he snapped the horn from her head by stomping on it with his hoof, he added the trophy to his bag, along
with others that he had collected in the past, and then turned to her rear. His member was extremely engorged and
hungering for its meal. he slowly made his way to his prize, and gently took hold of her rear. He rammed his hard cock into her
waiting pussy, and was rewarded with a violent convulsion. he continued to work at it, feeling his cock bleeding from lack of
lubrication, and then he came, and was rewarded with feeling of extreme ecstasy. he switched to her ass and repeated the process,
each thrust bringing him closer to satisfaction.
After he was finished with her, he went to her head, and sliced of her mane in one smooth motion, "whores like you dont deserve such
beauty." he spat in her face. then repeated the same with her tail. he cleaned himself in her washbasin, then picked up his bag.
he kicked her stomach hard, and her insides spilled over the floor.
He walked out of the door and looked at the bits on the table, "keep the change." he said over his shoulder.