Before Saffron could even realize it, the fun inside began. Hoo'far kept his promise, taking her through the various rides. From the fast roller coaster that made her scream all the way, to the slow boat ride where she clung to him the entire time, and of course the merry-go-round. Shockingly, he even let her win a few prizes from the games and was willing to carry the stuffed toys. The mare's happiness quickly destroyed all the painful short memories from yesterday.

Yet, she couldn't help but notice the small details. He was holding her hand the entire time and was keeping her close to him. He never made a move on her once. Yet, he also never let her leave his sight. He always kept an eye on her. Saffron thought it was a bit strange, but she didn't dare question him. This was the first time he treated her like an actual pony and not some pawn.

Hours passed before she even noticed and the light dimmed over the carnival. The two arrived at the giant ferris wheel, and Hoo'far took her onboard. Saffron didn't question it, nor how tight the container was for the two of them. The doors shut behind them, trapping her with him but she didn't bat an eye as she sat beside him.

The ferris wheel spun around, bringing them higher and higher above the world. They could see all the way out to the sea, and the lights of Manehatten. Everything seemed peaceful, and calm until both caught sight of the crater where Canterlot's mountain once stood. A giant black crystal that had replaced it, bringing back the truth of the matter.

Saffron's eyes sunk into her head and her smile vanished. The mare leered at him, concerned about his serious and stoic expression. Her mouth opened to speak, but she closed it immediately. She didn't know if he wanted her to bring up the mission right now. Her fingers tapped on the seat, trying to think of something to say. "Thank you, Hoo'far, for everything that's happened in the last few hours. You didn't have to do any of this."

"True, I didn't have to. Yet, you performed your task well. That's something to celebrate." Hoo'far kept his tone calm and soft. However, the expression he made about such horrid acts before was so strange to her. Was the mission too important to him? Or was his mind so desensitized to this lifestyle?

"Is it... normal?" She whispered. "Do you normally make your recruits do that kind of stuff?"

"It depends." He shrugged his shoulders. "You have potential and skills, but they must be refined and honed." Such cold words from a kind voice. He was using her, but he also saved her. Not just from that attack early, but also the whole rest of the day. These short hours at the carnival were the happiest she felt in months, even if they were interluded by those sexual fits.

Saffron shifted closer, not even realizing it herself. Her body was just naturally drawn to him after everything. "Hoo'far... what's your story? Why are you doing this? Is there a reason? Do you actually have a family that is lost or is this just a job to you?" He stared out the window, his eyes focusing on the crater. Seeing his mind so distracted, she huffed and pulled it back in her face. "Please, I want to understand?" His eyes continued to leer away, thoughts everywhere else but right here in this cart at the top of a ferris wheel.

Hoo'far remained silent, ignoring her completely. This pushed her over the edge, determined to get an answer from him, she stood up in front of him and demanded. "Answer me! Why are you doing this?!" She shook her head, trying to understand. "Why do you care about me, Hoo'far?! What do you want from me? I don't understand--"

The cart shook violently and threw her forward, landing right on his lap. Hoo'far wrapped his arms around her, steadying her and the cart. The entire ride started to shake. She blushed intensely finding her panties right above his crotch and tried to apologize. However, his hands rose up to her face. Saffron flinched, thinking he was going to hit her, instead, he brought her head in.

Her eyes went wide as her lips met his cold mouth. The mare tried to pull back, but her own fingers gripped into his shoulders as if she had been longing for this the whole time. It didn't feel sick or disgusting like the previous violations, but slowly the cold crept into a warm feeling of acceptance and trust. Even as his tongue entered her mouth, she couldn't resist and accepted his invasion.

The kiss lingered, and her body melted into his. Saffron's wet shirt crashed into his strong chest. Their eyes slowly closed, letting their tongues explore each other. The mare tried to fight the moan in her throat, but she couldn't stop the vibrations. It didn't seem to bother him, as his hands slipped down her shoulders, resting on her breasts.

She froze as he rubbed them, her nipples growing hard under his fingers. Saffron shivered, unable to stop her body from pressing against him. The heat of her cunt dripped over his pants. She moaned softly, not believing how good it felt. Saffron could have sworn this was some dream. But his lips pressed against her neck, bringing her to a higher bliss. Each kiss broke down more of her barriers until she pressed his head into her chest, letting his arms travel down her hips.

The mare whimpered as his teeth teased her tender nipples. The mare was already drenched from the kisses, but her pussy was dripping now. Her panties were soaked through, and the smell of her musk was strong enough to fill the cart. She panted and tried not to scream as he yanked back her nipples with such hunger and lust.

Her hips bucked down over his pants, grinding her pussy over the belt. Saffron moaned, unable to stop herself from moving. The mare's legs wrapped around his hips, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure. His cold fingers found her pussy finally and things were sent into a new peak she never thought possible. Her eyes rolled back, her lips parted and the screams exploded from her throat.

All her restrain faded as she bucked against his fingers, and her juices sprayed. All the previous horrid memories of other stallions treating her like some common whore were gone. Now, she was mere just a toy in his fingers and loved every second. She couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to. She wanted him badly and needed to know what his cock felt like. Her hands raced down and ripped his pants open.

However, this is where everything stopped so cold. Her hands searched around, almost assuming she missed it. Instead, she shivered and twisted away as all the lust faded from her at the distinct feeling of scars. Hoo'far grabbed her hand and yanked it up, throwing her off of him. He glared at her and growled colder words than ever. "I thought you wanted to know the truth... Look at it!!" He screamed, standing up and letting the clothes fall away.

It was true, clear as day. There was nothing between his legs but scars. The mare backed away, her heart racing with fear and her eyes trembling with shock as the image dug deep in her mind. She wanted to know why he was in this business. To understand why he chose her to help him. But now, everything both made sense and not at all. Utter confusion mixed with absolute confirmation as the ferris wheel began moving back down.

Hoo'far's teeth gritted, and his fists trembled as he waited for her response. When none came, he put his clothes back on and turned back to the window. He stayed silent until they were back on the ground. Upon leaving he said only one statement that left her shaking. "Tomorrow your next client will be a much harder case to solve." He turned away, leaving her to the mercy of the carnival. "I will send a driver tomorrow afternoon. Until then, be prepared."

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From a distance, upon the top of the ferris wheel, the shapeshifting assassin watched the whole thing play out. He dropped his disguise and put away his bone knives. Rolling his eyes at the whole display, he sat down and folded his arms. "Damn, and I thought I have a complicated love life." His colorless eyes glowed brightly. A female voice echoed in his ear. It was followed by distinct sounds of blood splashing around her.

"What is it?!" She growled at him.

"The case just got more complicated." The assassin spoke clearly and without fear. "The boss was correct. Hoo'Far is not working alone. He'll be heading to Shimmer/Glimmer Pharmaceutical sometime tomorrow."

"Cult Race!" She bemoaned into his ear. "I thought you were going to kill him today."

"Yeah, I thought so too." The assassin nodded. "Make sure to warn Mr. Firelight of a new test subject's arrival. We might have to speed up production."

"Oh, this is such a pain." Her voice was muffled by the body she was ripping apart. "I'll tell him once I'm done carving up the freaks in the Crow's Next."

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Author's Note

Yeah, surprise cameo of Cult Race. Yes, he was talking to exactly who you think. Either way, we will get more scenes with him. For now, next time we dip into more explicit stuff.