Pinkie woke up first, she was stirred by the assassin that slept next to her; he shuffled, turned, kicked out, grunted and groaned in his sleep. She could tell he was having a nightmare. He started to get more violent, his fore-legs flailing and striking out at an unseen assailant. His grunts turned to growls, a dog like rumble leaking from his jaws as his night terrors influenced his outward actions. His horn began to glow and the shadows in the room began to move, swaying like flames in a weak breeze. His head started turning, snapping to the sides fast and harsh as he tried to spot something. His movements stopped for a second, he muttered something under his breath, it was gibberish and had no meaning but he seemed to put thought into it and he had a bitter tint in his voice. The he started to thrash around, his whole body moving at once, full body spasms that threw his form around before going limp again. He then seemed to be paralysed, his teeth bared, his canines seemed to be sharper, more like a wolves than a ponies, and another growl emerged from his throat, it turned to a snarl, which turned to a roar. Pinkie was getting worried; she'd slept remarkably well considering what had happened last night but finding Blood Moon like this was starting to scare her as he continued to go through his own personal hell.

"M-Mooney, are you ok" she asked his sleeping and stirring form. She didn't get an answer, instead he continued stirring and thrashing, his right-fore hoof grabbed at the covers of Pinkie's bed and he held them in a death-grip, the stallion had begun to mutter again; 'Sombra', 'Celestia' and 'Star-swirl' were the only words that could be made out through his ravings. He released his grip on the sheets but quickly latched onto Pinkie's nearby hoof. "Blood Moon?" The assassin was breathing heavily now, sweat pouring from beneath his fur and his eyes were squeezed together. Pinkie leaned forwards, but as soon as she made a move the assassin's eyes shot open, his horn sparked to life and his grey aura gripping his blade which ripped from his scabbard and flew across the room faster than the mare could blink; with a low 'Thunk' his blade impaled itself into the wall, embedding itself hilt deep. The mare gave a small squeal, attracting the attention of the assassin, who was trying to collect himself as he pulled his mind from the depths of his dark mind that tortured him so.

He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, and tried to remember what he just had running through his mind; he had to restrain himself from scowling when he came up with little to nothing, a few scraps was all he had, a battle, a few names and little more. He suddenly noticed the pressure on his right hoof, looking at it he found a pink hoof gripping it, attached to the hoof was a leg and the owner of the leg was a pleasantly round mare, soft in all the right places and nice and round in all the good places. Pinkie Pie. She held his hoof, and was looking at the assassin with a face of fear and worry.

"B-Blood Moon, Mooney, are you ok?" She seemed to be scared of the assassin, but he couldn't blame her, what with the show he put on when he awoke.

"I…I'm fine, just a…just a bad dream is all. How are you?"

"Better, knowing you're ok. And that you're still here." He put a small smile on his face.

"I never leave a friend behind." Pinkie lit up, beaming at him, not one of her freaky out of place smiles that were worn by Pinkamena, but one of the real pleasant and down-right lovable one's that only Pinkie Pie could put one her face.

"You mean we're friends?" She practically squealed. The assassin shrugged.

"Well, we've slept together, that's gotta count for something right?" Pinkie's eyes widened for a second, a blush kissed her face, looking strangely cute on her pink face, held her mouth behind her hooves and giggled.

"You're naughty" she giggled. He put on a look of mock offence, putting a hoof to his chest.

"Pinkie Pie, you wound me so with your cruel, cruel words." Pinkie laughed again, maybe too much for said gag, she fell onto her back and wound down from her small fit. Blood Moon retrieved his weapon from the wall and sat on the bed besides her, back and rear-end still sore from a night on the floor. He looked down at her sprawled out form. It suddenly hit him that pretty much all of the elements of harmony had perplexingly nice bodies, more so than most other average mare's looks; Applejack was well toned and muscular; Rarity, as one would expect, had one of the shapeliest figures he'd ever seen; and Pinkie Pie was round and soft. He looked at Pinkie again and saw something different in her eyes; they were still locked onto the ceiling but there was a strange…the only way to put it would be, a shift in the wind.

"Pinkie, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about last night…"

"Well don't, regrets are never helpful, and it's not like it was you in there was it? You can't blame yourself for something you didn't do Pinkie." The happiness returned to Pinkie's face.

"Thanks Mooney, you really know how to make me feel better." The assassin simply shrugged.

"We should get up; everypony is probably worried about you." It was at this point when Pinkie seemed to bounce right off the bed, in a strangely graceful arc, somersaulting and landing on her hooves with balance only those who had been training all their lives or those who could toggle the laws of physics at will, could achieve.

"Oo oo oo, I gotta introduce you to the Cakes and their twins!" The assassin simply blinked, in his mind Pinkie wanted him to say 'hello' to a pair of deserts and their children, most likely baby cakes or something.
"The cakes can have children in Ponyville? What do you put in the flour here?" Pinkie giggled in a way that would make even the most dead and shrivelled up heart beat again from the pure joy that seemed to radiate from the sound.

"No silly, Mr and Mrs Cake own Sugarcube corner and the twins are their two foals; Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake." Blood Moon made a sound that signified his understanding, but still felt his theory about cakes having children was better, if more amusing.

"Alright then, let's go meet some ponies" he said as he trotted for the door. As he reached it though he found that Pinkie was not following him, instead she had a look of worry and uncertainty about her. "Are you sure you're ok Pinkie, one minute you seem fine the next you're as depressing as a dead puppy." Pinkie gave one long sigh.

"It's just…what if everypony thinks I'm weird or if Mr and Mrs Cake heard about what happened last night or maybe everypony think-" she was cut off when Blood Moon lunged for her, holding her down, putting her in an ancient Japony full-body restraint, which has been lost to time for hundreds of years and takes over nine years to master this single move, and proceeded…to tickle her relentlessly. You would have thought that being a foalsitter Blood Moon would know how to cheer up an upset filly, and you'd be right, but it was actually his skills as an assassin that allowed him to put Pinkie Pie on her back while she laughed uproariously as he attacked her more sensitive nerve endings, moving his hooves with an extraordinarily out of place amount of skill as Pinkie begged him to stop between bursts of laughter. After a good thirty seconds of these antics, Blood Moon finally releases an upbeat Pinkie Pie, who lays sprawled on the floor trying to catch her breath and winding down from another laughing fit and wearing a smile that gave the assassin hope for her wellbeing. "I needed that" the mare comments.

"It looked like it" Blood Moon replies as he sits there, looking over Pinkie "it's only right the element of laughter should laugh" he remarks while grinning. "Are you gonna get up any time soon?" Pinkie's smile grows wider as she closes her eyes.

"Nah, I'm comfy here" she replies before yawning. Blood Moon looks on in what should have been disbelief, considering not five minutes ago she had been asleep, but even after the short time he had known Pinkie Pie, he had grown to accept this behaviour as normal. He gazes over her small form and his eyes rest on, bizarrely, her stomach and a rather out of place thought slides smoothly into his head, like when somepony slides right through the front door of a party and nopony notices. He reaches over to her and puts his hoof on her tummy, before he proceeds to rub her. Belly rubs. For no particular reason, besides his feeling like it. As he continues this act, Pinkie Pie sighs peacefully, clearly enjoying it.

"Hmm, what's that" she asks before a giggle escapes her lips.

"Belly rubs, I know from experience that it's soothing and, depending on the pony, downright adorable." Pinkie gives yet another giggle, though as the sound leaves her lips the assassin hears the door creak open.

"Pinkie Pie" a male voice asks.

"Are you ok? We heard something fall over…" a female voice asks. The mare, of blue fur and swirly two-tone pink mane and tail, trots in and spots Pinkie Pie; alone in her room with a stallion rubbing her tummy. She was, predictably, a little surprised by the situation. The stallion, of yellow fur and a spiky orange mane and tail, stepped into the room after her.

"Pinkie, we heard something happened last night. Are you alright?" He quickly spots the dark stallion in the centre of the room. He quickly becomes defensive. "And you are?"

"My name is Blood Moon" he introduces, his sentence punctuated by an unhappy moan from Pinkie who had noticed the lack of rubbing upon her belly. She sat up and noticed the two new presences in the room and recovered from the post-belly rubs mentality remarkably quickly.

"HiMrCakeHiMrsCakethisisBloodMoonhe'sanewfriendofminehesleptherelastnighttoobutdon'tworrietheauthorthoughtwehadn'tknowneachotherlongenoughtomakeushavesexyetandsincePinkamenacameoutlastnightitwould'thavebeenveryappropriateconsideringmymentalconditionatthetimeOHarethetwinsupIshouldgogetthemandintroducedthemtoMooneythisisMooneybythewayMooney'snothisrealnamethat'sBloodMoonMooney'sjustanicknameIgavehimwellIshuldgoseehowPumpkinandPoundaredoingseeeeyaaaaa!" The pair of bakers, for their part, just nodded at Pinkie as she spoke but otherwise seemed to have zoned out up until she left the room. Blood Moon, on the other hoof, had listened to her and was sat there throwing his fore-legs up and down in confusion before letting them go limp and fall to his sides. He really wanted to go find a dark corner so he could have a little cry right now. He looked at the mare and stallion and decided to try and regain some of his sanity by engaging them in conversation.

"I can only guess you're Mr and Mrs Cake then" he got a nod "Pinkie's employers, landlords, caretakers?" He got more nods.

"Yep, we've been keeping a roof over her head for a good couple of years now. She turned up on our doorstep after she left the rock farm" Mrs Cake explains before she leans in furtively "guessing from what we heard happened last night I take it you know about…Pinkamena?" She whispers the last word. Blood Moon simply nods. "She told us about that as soon as she came here, poured her heart right out, the poor dear." This caught Blood Moon's interest.

"What did you do with the information?" The yellow stallion sighs sadly before answering.

"Only thing we could do: nothing. We knew she wasn't in her right mind when it happened and we couldn't let those psychiatrist types get their hooves on the poor girl. Who knows what they would have done to her, she's not bad at all just a little…troubled." The assassin nodded his agreement.

"We couldn't do that anyway, we've come to love her as one of our own" Mrs Cake adds. Blood Moon turns his full attention to her.

"Have you ever told her that?" Neither could answer, for two reasons: A) they had not told Pinkie Pie that before, but couldn't think why and B) said party planner had just trotted through the door with two giggling foals on her back.

"Mooney, this is Pumpkin Cake" she slides off a unicorn filly "and Pound Cake" a Pegasus colt slides off. The assassin raises his eyebrow.

"A unicorn and Pegasus?" He looks at their earth pony parents. Pinkie draws in a long breath before Mr Cake interrupts.

"It's a long story, maybe we can tell you about it over breakfast" he suggests, showing a practiced hoof at not allowing Pinkie to go on her tangents.

"I wouldn't want to be a bother." As if on cue, his stomach rumbles at the prospect of food. The assassin could feel the narrowed, threatening eyes of his gut looking up at him. Mrs Cake gives a small smile.

"Oh you won't be a bother, besides, it sounds like you need it" she insists. As she speaks the filly, Pumpkin Cake, trots unsurely up to Blood Moon. In return, the dark stallion leans down to her and looks her in the eye.

"Hello there" he says quietly. The filly responds by trying to eat his muzzle. The stallion straightens up, a smile on his face as Pumpkin remains attached to his face. "So how do I taste today, young one?" Pumpkin giggles a little, losing her grip on the assassin's face and falling into his fore-hooves. He places the foal back on the floor, next to her brother. "Well if you insist I can't really say no can I" he tells them, bringing the conversation back to its point. The parents, foals, ex-foalsitter and Pinkie Pie proceed to go downstairs and find a table in the café area of the bakery. The bakers and assassin settle for a cup of coffee, the foals a bottle of milk each and Pinkie Pie a cup of punch that she seemed to have pulled from her mane. The conversation revolved mainly around bakery and the foals, Blood Moon tuning out for the talk about muffins, cupcakes and other assorted pastries. During the time they sat in the bakery, Mrs Cake noticed the bandages on Blood Moon's side, prompting the stallion to properly see to the wound; a few stitches later it would be just another scar after a while. After an hour of friendly conversation, Blood Moon decided it was time for him to go; standing outside the door he gave his final farewell to Pinkie Pie.

"I'll see you around Pinkie Pie, be sure to tell everypony you're ok" he advises.
"Okie dokie lokie, I'll see you later Mooney" she turns to go inside before she pauses and turns back to Blood Moon "Oh, and Mooney…" she doesn't finish, instead she wraps her fore-hooves around him "thanks for being there for me."

"Don't mention it, I look after my friends" he replies as he returns the embrace. The two release each other and go about their separate ways. The stallion didn't get two meters until he ran into Ditzy. She held herself a little offensively and her eyes weren't open the whole way.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you last night!"

"Well it's good to see you too, and to answer your question I was with Pinkie." The grey mare leans in, eyes further narrowed, but Blood Moon holds his ground.

"And just what were you doing with her?" The record scratches.

"Helping her through a troubling time, are you implying that I was-?"

"I'm not implying anything, I know. I've seen the way you look at other mares, hay you and Vinyl may as well have been making out last night!" Blood Moon couldn't quite believe this.

"Are you accusing me of being unfaithful, of being disloyal to you?" She didn't answer, but her face said it all, her eyes said it all. And it was all Blood Moon needed. He advanced on her, slow and threatening, his eyes narrowed and intimidating. For the first time, Ditzy could see the assassin that Blood Moon kept hidden from her. If there was one thing the dark stallion hated, he absolutely detested, it was being accused of being disloyal. It seemed Ditzy got the message as well, as she began to back up, her eyes slowly widening in fear. "I don't want to see you again" he hissed, voice full of malice and venom, every drop aimed at Ditzy. Her eyes widened further.

"What" she whispered.

"You heard me" the assassin snarled, before he turned and trotted away from the mare. As he went he could hear her burst into tears and take flight in the opposite direction.

A less than happy assassin sat in the Hoof and anvil, nursing a tankard of particularly strong cider, or to be more accurate, his third tankard of the infamous Appleloosa 'Apple Mugging'.

'Leaves you with a sore head and an empty wallet.'

Besides the assassin sat Sand Stalker, he leaned back against the couch the pair of fighters sat upon. The assassin had found the mercenary when he'd trotted into the bar in an impossibly bad mood. Blood Moon had told him how he and Ditzy had 'parted ways'. His solution to the problem had been to 'drink his sorrows away'. It didn't exactly strike Blood Moon's fancy but it was better than nothing.

"I gotta say, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did." The assassin turns his gaze to the merc.

"Subtle" is all he says in return. Sand Stalker shrugs.

"I'm just sayin' is all, I mean; you met and then you started dating, things… progressed pretty quickly between you. That said, it was only for, what, three days. Then again, going from what you two were getting up to last night, I'm surprised it ended so suddenly." Blood Moon grunts.

"I wouldn't say that, rushed relationships never work out well. That, and I don't think it would have lasted long either way. A lack of trust never really helps in the continued survival of a relationship."

"Lack of trust?"

"Yeah, it's a sort of personal thing I have; whenever somepony challenges my loyalty I kind of…snap. Ditzy's lucky she still has wings" he growls with narrow eyes. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically.

"Take it easy Blood Moon" the merc warns.

"Yeah, well, I'm an old, angry and bitter assassin. I like to think I have the right to be a little cold now and then. In case you haven't noticed, I take my loyalty very seriously." He narrowed his eyes and turned to the mustard stallion. "Don't. You. Forget it." The two sat in silence for a while after that, neither of them really knowing what to say. In the end Sand Stalker settled for idle conversation.

"So, how come you are so…obsessive over loyalty, I never really noticed before." Blood Moon snorts slightly.

"I got that from Celestia, when she declared me an enemy of Equestria and set all her army and resources on my sent…she put it down to my 'abandonment' of her and ever since I've been, well you said it, a little obsessive about it. I guess you could say I never got over it." Sand Stalker nods his understanding.

"Don't you think you over reacted a little though? I mean just dumping her like that, if anything THAT was a little cold, especially considering her week so far." The assassin turned his head back to the merc.
"Don't tell me how to live my life. Right now, I couldn't care less about the way she feels. If she wanted me to stick with her, she should have been more trusting." Sand Stalker didn't back down from the stare Blood Moon met him with.

"You really are cold, you know." The assassin just smirked.

"Fifteen thousand years alive, making mistakes, being forced to live with them, raising a family and never seeing them again, taking lives, ruining them, destined to wander for all eternity with nowhere to go and nopony to really relate to. You're damn right I'm cold." The two sat in silence once more, a very tense and uneasy silence.

"Oh, by the way, Applejack already told us everything about your…troubled past." The assassin snorts again, but considering the circumstances he didn't really care.

"Yeah, sorta figured that when I got no real reaction to my rather dark speech just now, and I can only presume it was Twilight who asked her to ask me anyway" he grunts. There was yet another lull in the conversation, the two of them taking sips from their drink periodically.

"So what are you gonna do?" Blood Moon sighs when this question is asked, it had actually been a point he'd been avoiding.

"I don't know. There are a few problems I need to see to: first, I need a place to stay. Second: I think I need to make a start on figuring out who sent me after Twilight. Thirdly: figuring out what Luna meant when she last spoke to me. Forth: I've got to find out who or what was behind that attack on Ponyville."

"What do you mean, 'what Luna meant'?" The assassin looks over at the merc.

"She knows I'm here in Ponyville." Sand Stalker loosed a breath.

"Ok, that's bad."

"Very bad, this isn't good for my security at all. The only thing that confuses me is that neither has acted on the information. I'd have thought Celestia would have sent the cavalry by now, the fact that she hasn't means she either doesn't care right now, unlikely, or she doesn't actually know. Well, doesn't know yet, she's going to find out sooner or later, Princesses of Equestria and all y'know. It doesn't really matter anyway, I've been putting that meeting off for too long anyway" he mutters.

"So, what's the plan then? My advice would be to get yourself a place first. I'd offer you mine but I don't sleep with somepony after the first date." The assassin grunted a laugh at that one.

"You're right" he groaned as he downed the last of his drink and got to his hooves. "I'm not doing anything helpful here, may as well get something done and since putting together a base of operations is gonna make everything else easier, might as well put that at the top of my list. Where do I go to buy a place to stay?"

"Town hall, you'll want to speak to Mayor Mare. She handles homeownership around here." The assassin nodded and turned for the door.

"Hey buddy, you gonna pay for that" the barkeep asks. Blood Moon doesn't look back.

"Put it on his tab" he calls back, gesturing to Sand Stalker. Trotting out of the bar, his ears treated to a few choice curses from the Pegasus, and made his way to town hall. He could remember its position from the map he had made in his head when he first arrived, subsequently, he got there relatively quickly. Stepping into the hall, he finds his way to an office that, according to the sign on the door, belonged to the Mayor. Stepping through he was greeted to what looked like a secretary that sat behind a desk, behind the desk was another door which Blood Moon decided belonged to the actual office of the mayor.

"Sir, do you have an appointment" the mare behind the desk asked. She had deep red fur and a light pink mane and tail, it was styled but the assassin couldn't be bothered to take her in properly, she was a unicorn and was paused in the motion writing something on a piece of parchment, her pink eyes locked on him.

"I don't need one" he called back. He opened the door with his magic but it was immediately slammed closed again as he stepped up to it.

"I'm afraid you'll need to go through the proper channels sir." He turned to her and put a 'bitch please' look on his face.

"Do I look like the type to go through proper channels?" The mare looked him up and down before answering.

"No, but now would be a good time to start." The assassin almost growled, but allowed himself to narrow his eyes; this mare was stubborn, but he liked the fire she had. He took a step towards her, the motion causing the mare to hop off her seat.

"Don't annoy me mare, I'm not in a good mood today" he threatened. The mare took it in her stride.

"I couldn't care less if you were in a good mood or not. All's I want you to do is do this properly. Why are you here anyway?" The assassin gave an incredibly pissed off sigh.

"I'm here to purchase a home in Ponyville" he explains. Before the secretary could respond, the door to the mare's office flung open; a stallion, followed by a mare, trotted out. The stallion wore a bow-tie and…was that a fez? He had light brown fur and a darker shade of brown mane and tail, his cutie mark was simple time turner but none of this held the assassin's attention. What held his attention were the eyes. Blood Moon had met a lot of interesting ponies over the years, and learned a lot about them through his talent, but this stallion was, by far, one of the most fascinating ponies he had ever met. Looking into his soul revealed a great many things, more so than anypony he had ever met before, even Celestia hadn't seen as much as this stallion. He had seen more than Blood Moon. A tidal wave of knowledge, skills and memories slammed into the assassin's mind, throwing him into overload as he read into him; places he didn't recognise; objects of other worldly quality; and…strange beings that were referred to as 'people'.

'What in Tartarus is a 'people'?'

"I wondered when I'd meet you…" The stallion spoke in an accent the assassin didn't recognise. He had a very strange energy about him; it made him likeable but held an element of intrigue to him. "So you're the one who saved Ditzy. Blood Moon, isn't it?" The assassin narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low tone.

"And you are?" The stallion took to moving around the assassin, taking him in from every angle.

"Doctor Whooves" he says quickly before changing the subject "you've been courting Ditzy lately haven't you" he said, a statement not a question.

"I was" he answers. The Doctor immediately stopped rounding him and stood before him.

"Mm-hmm, I also heard you recently broke up." The assassin cocked his head to the side.

"Yeah, this morning, not three hours ago" he narrowed his eyes as he spoke. "How'd you know?" Whooves breathed loudly through his nose.

"People of my station are privy to a lot of things ponies shouldn't know." The dark stallion raised an eyebrow.

'There's that word again…'

"Doctor…" The assassin began but couldn't finish, he just regarded the pony in front of him with an air of indifference. The Doctor glanced left and right, not moving his head, before asking:

"Doctor who?" With that, the stallion passed the assassin and left the room, leaving a confused Blood Moon in his wake.

"Can I help you?" The assassin turns his attention to the mare who had exited the office; she was an earth pony, she had a tan coat and a silver and grey mane and tail, kept in a functional but not too fancy style. Her cutie mark was a scroll, wrapped in blue ribbon, the colour of which matched her midnight blue eye exactly. A pair of half-moon spectacles were perched on her muzzle, and she wore a white collar with a green neck piece threaded through it.

"I'm looking for a place to live, is there a home available for purchase?" The mare looks him up and down for a second, regarding him no doubt, before leaning back and turning her head to the side slightly.

"I may be able to assist you" she tells him, a small grin on her face "step into my office." In his head, Blood Moon sighs; the last time he'd heard that line the room had exploded around him when he'd tried to use the water cooler. The mayor's office was a simple affaire; oak desk with a multitude of papers on it, big chair behind it, large window behind that offered a grand and 'leader-ish' view of Ponyville, in front of the desk two smaller chairs sat, against a wall a few filing cabinets sat. Decorations about the office were scarce; a few pictures of peaceful scenes, the Equestrian symbol and such. A lush, green carpet was on the floor and the pair's hooves sunk into it when they stepped upon it. The mayor sat on the chair behind the desk before looking back at the stallion. "So you want to buy a home in Ponyville? Now, you understand, I can't go selling real-estate to just anypony." The assassin had a very bored look on his face.

"Do I look like 'just anypony' Miss Mayor?" The mayor leaned forwards on her seat, putting her hooves to her chin in a 'business' like fashion, her eyes half-lidded as she took in the stallion's standing form.

"Well with that hood of yours covering you up, you don't look like anypony at all." Blood Moon sighed, reaching up and pulling his hood off of his head. Looking up again his face had turned from 'bored' to 'bored shitless'. The mayor, meanwhile, was taking in his face, a grin forming on her face once more. She scrutinised his features; she liked the ruggedness of his features, the scar down his face and the beaten up appearance it held, she especially liked his eyes, those blood red irises that seemed to stare into her soul. Oh, she liked this one. Mayor mare got up out of her seat, circling around her desk until she was stood next to the stallion. "Blood Moon, wasn't it? That's what Time turner called you." She watched as he raised an eyebrow.

"Time Turner, you mean the stallion who was in here before?" The mayor gave a shrug, taking a discrete step closer as she did.

"Time Turner, Doctor Whooves, Dr Hooves. He has many names, but right now that's not what should be concerning you." The stallion took one step back; the mayor seemed awfully close right now.

"Yes" he said, a little unsurely "I'm looking for a home in Ponyville, is there one for sale?" her grin turned to a smile of…hidden interest.

"There is but, as I said, I can't go just selling my real-estate to just anypony. Do you have anything to offer to the community?"

'Well let me see; I'm an assassin of unparalleled skill, who has fought in the war against Discord, the griffon wars and most others in the last fifteen thousand years of Equestria’s history, has killed politicians, nobles and rival assassins alike single hoofed. I have lived past living memory and walked the plains of Tartarus. My knowledge of Equestria is equalled by only Celestia and I have seen land in its borders that even the great princess of the day has no knowledge of existing. Countries and kingdoms have thrived to greatness and shrivelled to nothingness thanks to my unseen influence. Now you tell me; do you think I'll be an asset to the community?'

"I have a few skills that would be of use, I actually helped protect the town from the changelings a little while back" he tells her. The mayor takes a step closer again, closer than before in fact.

"Hmmm, I always liked you hero types" she murmured, her voice still being picked up by the assassin. "Aren't you the one who killed five of my citizens as well? That doesn't look very good on your rap sheet, you know" Mayor tells him, hoof caressing his chest "but, I'm sure a stallion such as yourself would be able to…'persuade' me otherwise." The record, for the second time in a day, scratched. Blood Moon raised his eyebrow once more, if she was implying what he thought she was…things just went from boring to amusing in about a second. The assassin went on to do the only logical thing he could think to do at the time: appraise the mare before him.

'Alright let's see: nice face, sexy glasses, attractive build; likely from gym work rather than manual labour, but it's nice to see somepony in an office job looking after themselves so points for taking the time to make herself look pretty, nice flank, pretty eyes, tan fur goes well with the silver and grey mane and tail, no more than…thirty years old, has a nice taste in neckpieces, fine legs, suggestive smile works for me, nice choice in perfume and seems to know what she's doing. Overall rating; I'm too gentlecoltly to give one.'

He put his infamous rouge grin on his face.

"Well, I can be pretty persuasive, did you have anything…in particular in min-" his sentence was cut off when the mare mashed her lips against his, not too softly either. This mare had either, just broke up with her coltfriend, was bored, had massive amounts sexual tension going on for her or was in heat. One discreet sniff of the air later told the assassin that the latter of all his assumptions were correct; that was no perfume she was wearing, that was the pheromones she was releasing.

'Well, it is my solemn duty as an assassin under the code of the shadow weavers to help a mare in need.'

The stallion kissed back, forcefully, Mayor played along, moving backwards to the wall of the office. Leaning her against the wall, Blood Moon lifted her off her fore-hooves, their lips still connected, as he ran his skilled hooves down her body; chest, stomach and flank were victim to his touch as he continued to rub her all over. Their lip eventually designed, the assassin running his mouth down her more sensitive spots, soon making it down to her marehood. He couldn't help but grin at the glistening folds. His warm breath hit her pussy, causing her to shiver, he teased around the edges, flicking his tongue in and out but never for more than a second as he heard her whimper slightly as he worked. He ran his tongue over one side of her opening roughly, starting at the bottom and working his way up, earning him a sharp breath from the mayor. The stallion switched to his hooves, tracing patterns along her slit, getting more gasps whenever he got too close to her clit. As he swirled his right hoof around her cunny, his left went to her flank; caressing her cutie mark and gripping her taunt rump. A sudden spank earned him a gasp from the mare.

"You really know what you're doing don't you" she comments breathlessly. He glanced up with a devious grin on his face.

"I've picked up a few things" he replies before slipping his tongue straight in. The sudden invasion gets a squeal from Mayor Mare. She slides down the wall, lost in her own pleasure, Blood Moon eating her out the whole way, until she lands comfortably on her back. The assassin keeps up his efforts, thrusting his tongue in and out of her love tunnel while he keeps his lips clamped over her opening, upper lip pushing against her clit. He kisses her folds a few times before running the full width of his tongue up her, electing a long moan from Mayor. Blood Moon goes back in, full force; he lapped her juices up before he went back to stabbing her pussy relentlessly. She writhed, squirmed and struggled under the assassin but he held her hips down as his tongue massaged her inner walls. Mayor Mare, lost in her bliss, had begun to moan louder, her groans breathless and pleasure filled, she caressed her own body with her right hoof, rubbing over her chest and flanks as she held her glasses, biting them slightly, in her left hoof. A wave of pleasure slammed into her, spreading out from her marehood, causing her to arch her back and open her mouth in a silent scream. Blood Moon rose from her pussy, face dripping with her fluids, a grin on his face. "Enjoy that?" The mayor had a look of ecstasy on her face, still in her post-orgasmic mentality, as she tried to catch her breath.

"W-wow…" Mayor looks up from her position on the floor, replacing her glasses, and gazes at Blood Moon with a sultry look on her face. "I wouldn't be doing my duty as a civil servant if I didn't return the favour y'know." She didn't wait for an answer, instead she pushed the assassin onto his back, pinning him with her fore-hooves. She planted her lips on his again, forcing her tongue into his maw, the two began to wrestle for dominance in a lustful battle between the heated mare and aroused stallion. After about twenty seconds of this, Mayor pulled away, saliva still connecting them before she moved down his body; on the way down, she traced the patterns of his scars with her tongue, working her way down torturously slow. When she did eventually get down to his member, she paused; leaning her head on her left hoof while she runs her right up and down the length of the assassin's shaft nonchalantly.

"Not bad" she muses, still jacking him off. "Wonder how it tastes" she thought aloud before running her tongue up along him, starting at the balls and slowly, seductively teasing him from base to tip until she reached the head with a small flick of her tongue that caused the assassin to growl slightly. A drop of pre-cum escaped his stallionhood, the mare quickly lapping it up and savouring the taste, before kissing the head of his member. Blood Moon let loose a long groan as he rested his head on the floor. Mayor Mare giggled at his reaction before continuing. She looked at him from above his cock; the stallion treated to an incredibly hot view of the glasses clad, slightly blushed, steamy mayor, before she engulfed him completely. The feeling was, incredible to say the least; she ran her lips up and down his shaft in the perfect rhythm, fast enough to keep him stimulated, slow enough to keep him teased and wanting more, whenever she hit the base she would let her tongue out, slipping it up his member as she raised herself and letting it linger on his head as she released him from her hold, gasping for air after a deep throat. As she worked her rhythm, the assassin rested his head on his hooves, just enjoying the sensation of being sucked off. He decided that Mayor was a practiced hoof at this, considering it would explain how she managed to keep public office for so long. A grin formed on his face as he felt the mayor's moist lips moving up and down his member, relaxing, until a bolt of pleasure shot up his spin, causing him to groan involuntarily. He looked down at the mare; she'd picked up her pace, bobbing her head up and down, holding her flank in the air, waving it to and fro in a hypnotic sway, making it hard to keep his thoughts in order, soon he felt pressure, mixed with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure build up, signalling he was getting close to his limit. He bucked his hips in time with the mayor taking him in, thrusting his stallionhood into her maw, as he came; rope after rope of cum shot into her awaiting mouth, the mare gulping down every last drop before she removed her mouth from him and a few more spurts of cum hit her face. Mayor licked the excess cum from her muzzle and lips before moving up his body and lying across his chest.

"You'd better not be done yet" she threatens with a playful grin on her face.

"Not by a long shot" he answers. His horn sparks to life as the mayor gains a grey aura and is lifted onto her desk, legs spread and stallion stood between them. Blood Moon's member stands at full mast, lying against Mayor Mare's glistening still glistening folds, the mare rubbing their respective sexes together.
"Ready when you are" she whispers, her voice full of lust. She gazes at him over her glasses in anticipation, a sultry grin accompanying the blush on her face. Blood Moon grins in response, aiming his stallionhood at her now dripping wet pussy. A powerful thrust later finds him joined with Mayor, her walls gripping his member in pure ecstasy. A low pitched groan escapes the mare as she feels the well-endowed stallion enter and a deep, predator like growl escapes the assassin as he stays in place, enjoying the mayor's tight marehood clench around him. Over her initial pleasure, Mayor Mare looks Blood Moon in the eye before she wraps her hind-legs around him, causing him to shift inside her. The assassin gets the message; he pulls back as much as the mare's legs allow before thrusting right back in, rocking the desk in the process. He keeps up his efforts, not bothering to go easy on the lustful mare, as he slams his member deeper into her with each thrust as he grows to appreciate just how tight she really is. Leaning forwards, he grips her neck piece with his teeth, pulling it free, before he whipped off her collar, basically rendering her naked, fuelled by his primal urges. As he continues to piston in and out of her, Mare shouts out directions between her groans of ecstasy.

"Faster."

He obliges, increasing his pace and redoubling the frequency of his thrusts, making the desk creak slightly in the process as it rocks in sync with his thrusts.

"Deeper!"

Once more, he obeys, driving himself further into her pussy, the combined efforts of speed and depth causing his balls to slap against her ass hole, making the sweet music of a mare being well and truly fucked. Over the sounds of the pairs grunting, groaning and the general sounds of love making, the desk on which they rutted groaned its displeasure as it creaked and squeaked beneath them.

"HARDER!"

Blood Moon grins at her enthusiasm, and proceeds to pound her relentlessly, the mixed efforts of speed, depth and power prompting Mayor Mare to shout out with each thrust, her volume slowly increasing as she got closer to her climax, the assassin was feeling it to; the ever approaching finale that would be his climax. Mayor reached up with her fore-hooves and wrapped them around the dark stallion's neck, pressing her lips to his in an effort to muffle her moans from her secretary, Feather Heart, and avoid a potentially awkward situation. As she held him in the deep kiss, Blood Moon had planted his hooves either side of her head, and took to ramming her with all the strength he could muster, the results taking form as the blushing mayor screaming into his mouth, both their organisms approaching quickly and causing the desk they were fucking on to continue its protests. After a while, he felt a familiar pressure build up and pulled out of the mare's kiss for a second.

"C-Cumming" he growled out.

"Over me" was Mayor Mare's breathless reply. The stallion grinned, giving a few especially hard thrusts before he felt himself almost over the edge, he held it for a second as he felt the mare clench around him, he face pressed into his shoulder as she screamed for the heavens. He held for as long as he dared before he pulled out, then shot his load over Mare's groin, stomach, chest and face before he collapsed on top of her. The desk, apparently, felt this was the last straw, as it fell apart beneath them, though with the post-orgasmic bliss the two shared, neither really cared.

"Miss Mayor, are you alright? I heard- o-oh my…" Feather Heart, stammered after she had trotted into the room, hearing the intense love-making session from within. When the mare below Blood Moon answered, it became painfully obvious she was still in her post-sex mind.

"O-oh, hello there Miss Heart. Enjoying the view?" Atop her, Blood Moon grunted a laugh.

"M-miss Mayor, that's hardly appropriate!" Once more the stallion laughed, this time accompanied by the mare below him.

"I'm pretty sure that's a little redundant, considering the circumstances" Blood Moon comments, as he casts a spell over him and the mayor, revitalising the both of them, unwittingly refuelling her libido. When the grey mist had flowed over the two of them Mayor Mare had an all too familiar air to her. Getting up from under Blood Moon, her chest still dripping with cum, flank covered in her juices and more of the assassin's cum and the scent of sex clinging to her like a weirdly appropriate perfume, she made her way over to Feather Heart.

"May I ask why you are interrupting this meeting?" The mayor had gotten pretty close to Feather, the combined scents of Blood Moon and Mayor Mare flowing into her nose. She tried to fool herself into thinking she was repulsed by it but couldn't deny it was sort of…appealing.

"I-I-I-I just… heard a few screams an-and the sound of the desk breaking. I came in here to find out what was happening" she explains. "You could have been in trouble" she adds quickly.

"Well, as you can see, I am far from in danger" she tells her with a grin. Feather Heart swallows as her boss takes a step closer.

"W-what were you doing?" The answer was obvious, but the question was kind of unavoidable. The mayor's grin goes from devious to sultry, as she gathered some of the cum on her chest and licks it off her hoof, savouring the taste like a fine wine. Behind them, Blood Moon gets off his back and watches the mayor of Ponyville come on to her assistant.
"Does that answer your question?" Feather watched as her boss acted incredibly slutty right in front of her. She opened her mouth to talk to her boss, perhaps to scold her, but no words came out, she just raised and lowered her lower jaw as she tried to speak and failed miserably. The stallion in the room noticed the small trail of drool trailing from her mouth. Mayor Mare watched with that same sultry grin as her assistant stood with her mouth hung open and decided to do something about it.

"M-m-miss Mayor, I-I think-MMMMMHHHHPPPFF!" The secretary was interrupted by the mayor planting her lips on hers, much like she'd done to Blood Moon. Feather Heart's eyes widened in shock, before she pulled out of it. "Madame Mayor, please, get a hold of yourself!" Mayor Mare responded to her plea by grabbing her black neck-scarf, dragging her over to the assassin.

"Miss Heart, have you met Blood Moon, he's a new friend of mine." The secretary looked up at the assassin, trying hard not to look down at his re-hardened member.

"Y-yes, we've met…" She was met with a giggle, from the mayor.

"Well, I'll bet you don't know him like I do" she purred, winking the assassin's way. "Would you like to get to know him too?" Feather couldn't help herself; her eyes glanced down between his hind-legs. She gulped again when she saw him, feeling herself moisten ever so slightly.
Blood Moon decided to take a good look at the mare before him; she had lush red fur, the colour of roses; her mane and tail were sakura pink, her mane was braided and hung down her back and her tail hung free; her eyes were the same shade of pink as her mane and tail, with a model's thick eyelashes; she had the build of a model as well, well-toned, hard in all the right places and soft in all the right places as well, her flank as appealing as Mayor Mare's; she had a pretty face, but seemed to be a little nervous, excusable considering the circumstances; her cutie mark was a quill, drawing the outline of a love heart, the assassin could only guess she was an aspiring artist, working as a secretary to make ends meet; around her neck she wore a thin black neck-scarf, tied in a bow.

"W-well I-I-I-I mean, you-you can't really expect me to…" she bit her lip a little, eyes glancing between the assassin's face and his dick. "Oh buck it" she conceded, hanging her head in slight shame as Mayor giggled and moved up to Feather. The mare turned Feather to face her, before she pulled her face to hers, their lips meeting once more, though with no resistance from Feather this time. The two began to get very well acquainted with each other's mouths and tongues as they danced and swirled around each other, exchanging saliva and wrestling for dominance. For Mayor this was a tactic to get Feather Heart prepared for the activates to come. Blood Moon sat by watching the show with great intrigue but didn't interrupt; the more aroused Feather and Mayor got, the more fun this would be. As the two got more and more into it, he turned his head away, looking back at the busted desk; a flash of his horn and sudden flash of black flame had reduced it to ash, another spark of his horn and a discreet gust of wind blew it away. Turning his attention back to the mares, he found them with their faces buried in each other's marehoods, Feather on top, Mayor under her. She looked up at Blood Moon, who looked back with a lopsided grin and a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, I've been awfully selfish haven't I" Mayor laughed, maw covered in Feather Heart's pussy juices. She motioned her head over to her, prompting the assassin over to her. Once he stood over her, member at full mast thanks to the view, Mayor spread her secretary's folds invitingly.

"Feel free" a breathless Feather Heart said over her shoulder, her own face covered in Mayor Mare's fresh cum. With a grin, the assassin obliged; he sunk it on home, a long, drawn out moan erupting from the secretary, muffled by the pussy her mouth was busy with, as his cock spread her wet, wanting folds. He didn't stop as he plunged his length into her; he kept going until he found himself balls deep in her and the mare purring seductively. The assassin held his position for a while, letting Feather get used to him, as he stayed still Mayor continued her efforts with her mouth; flicking her assistant's clit and sucking on the stallion's balls in turn. Blood Moon starts to move, prompting Feather Heart to groan over her boss's opening; he angled himself down slightly, grinding his rod against her moist pearl, earning a shudder from his partner. After a few slow, gasp arousing thrusts, he began to pick up his pace, ramming Feather's pussy getting wet slaps from her rear-end. A few minutes of thrusting and Feather and Blood Moon heard a bored sounding groan, apparently emitting from Mayor Mare.

"Somethin-ahhh-wrong bo-oh, yes, right there-boss?"

"Yes there is, I haven't got a dick in me and I'M the one in heat. And you've stopped eating me out" she pouted Blood Moon still thrusting above her and Feather Heart's juices still dripping onto her. Feather hadn't noticed she'd stopped, but now that she thought about it, she'd found herself with her face resting against her boss's still moist folds, tongue lolling out. She'd gotten too caught up in the fucking she was receiving from the stallion inside her.

"I may be able to help with that" Blood Moon reveals as he lifts Feather off of her, flipping Mayor round and over, putting her and Feather's marehoods together, then putting the secretary back down and returning to his efforts of pleasuring the sakura mane and tailed mare. He'd thrust into Feather a few times, pull out and plunge into Mayor Mare and after thrusting into her a few times, he'd return to Feather. Pleased by his efforts, Mayor went back to working her mouth again, clamping her lips over her assistant's and declaring war over her tongue, all the while they got to know each other's mouths one or the other would moan into the other's mouth, the reaction brought on by the stallion's intrusion into their folds. After a while of this, the assassin got a devious idea; when he went to Feather's sex, he rubbed his head along the slit, teasing up and down her moist hole, causing her to moan a little disappointedly, before calling over her shoulder:

"Hurry it up will you, in case you haven't noticed I'm a little horny right now." With no more time wasted, the assassin pushed his cock against their quivering clits, putting pressure on them they weren't expecting and getting them to scream out breathlessly. "Oh, bad colt" Feather, exclaims as she spins over and pushes Blood Moon onto his back. Not giving him time to react, the secretary jumps onto his cock, letting him go deep in her. Resting on his member, she rotates her hips, a sultry grin on the mare's face as she teased him back, a revenge rut. Not content to sit by and watch, Mayor Mare trotted over to the stallion on his back and sat her marehood on his face, his tongue quickly striking out like a cobra inside her. The mare's mouths back together, they screamed and moaned into each other's mouths once more as they got close to their orgasms as the stallion bucked into the secretary's sex and ate the mayor out in unison. After a while of this the three of them felt pressure building in their respective sexes. Mayor squirted over and in the assassin's maw while Feather Heart and Blood Moon came together, not worrying about unexpected foals considering only a mare on heat could get pregnant (unless special herbs and potions were used or Poison joke found it funny). Mayor toppled off the stallion's face, while Feather fell forward onto his chest, his cock
still inside her, their faces close to each other.

"Have fun" Blood Moon asked the mare who still had his member inside her. She replied by pulling his face to her own, their lips running over each other's in sync as her tongue demanded entry to his mouth, engaging the two in a long, moan filled, tongue wrestling kiss.

"That answer your question?" She slid off his cock and fell next to him, Mayor Mare on the other side, the three laying there with cum covering them in various places. Mayor leans up and looks down Blood Moon.

"Feather, clean him off will you?" The mare in question hums her agreement, moving down the stallion and lapping up the cum on his semi-hardened member. As she worked Mayor draped her right hoof over his chest and spoke into his ear. "I think you've persuaded me" she declared "there should be-ahhh, a little warning next time Feather-a few documents in one of those cabinets over the-a little, a little lower-there. There should be some deeds to the available houses in them. Take your-ohhhhh, yes, that's the spot, right there-take your pick."
The stallion raised an eyebrow.

"When do you want the bits?" The mayor looked up over her glasses from the mare who'd taken to eating her out between turns of licking the cum from Blood Moon.

"Promise me more of that, and there'll be no need for bits" she answered. The stallion liked that arrangement. Mayor looked down at Feather. "Now, Miss Heart, I trust you'll be able to keep this to yourself." Said mare looked up at her boss and new favourite stallion.

"Promise me more of that, and you can bet your flank I'll stay quiet." She moved back up the assassin and draped her hoof over him, much like her boss, and lay contently next to him.

"I promise" he confirmed with a grin, the two mares responding by kissing him on either cheek.
Oh yes, he would like this arrangement.

The assassin's eyes opened. He blinked a few times and frowned.

'That was a weird dream…'

He looked left and right; a mare was on either leg, his hoof wrapped over them, while their own were draped over his chest, small smiles on their faces. He blinked twice more as his memories came flooding back to him. That was no dream. With a grin on his face, he stood up, making sure not to disturb the mares. They seemed to miss his presence, frowning in their sleep, and looking for him with their hooves. The assassin used his magic to push them closer together, letting them get comfortable with each other, before he pulled his cloak off and covered them with it. A memento of their time together. Blood Moon remembered what Mayor had told him, about the filing cabinet, and trotted over to it, careful to be silent. Opening one of the draws he takes a look at the content;

'Got it in one.'

He skims through the deeds and descriptions of the available houses; one in the middle of town, one way out on the outskirts, another in an apartment block, one inside a burrow and another situated on a hill. The one on the hill caught his interest. A modestly large house, basic two storey job, master bedroom and guest room, study, living room, modern kitchen, attic space, basement and room for a few expansions. The best part was the location; the hill was tall, looking over the town with only a few blind spots, it was detached from the rest of town but not so far away it was disadvantageous. It was also partially furnished, which was a plus. He memorised the general location and took the deed, leaving a small bag of bits in its place for the desk and the description so Mayor knew which he had chosen. He left the room, silent as ever, and made his way outside. On his way he spotted the time. Seven-fifteen, how long had he been asleep?

Outside, the town was winding down from its day; stores closing up, ponies returning home, foals being called in for supper. As he went he cast his eyes over the homes around him, glancing through the window of a townhouse he spotted a familiar looking electric blue mane. The assassin trotted up to the door of the houses, stopping at the door and knocked his hoof against the wood. He heard hoof steps from within before he heard voices.

"Coming" an undeniably upper class voice sang through the door. The door was not opened by who the stallion expected; instead the mare had light grey fur and a raven black mane and tail, kept in a functional, pretty and complementing do, the mane running flat down her neck, flicking up slightly at the end and the tail hanging free and loose but somehow staying in control of its owner. Her eyes were light purple, lavender, and spoke soft music and calm, beautiful sound. Her cutie mark was a purple treble clef, the same shade as her eyes. Her build was 'upper class' put simply, slender but muscular, though not too much as to make her too overly athletic, so she had more soft than hard in her. She had an impossibly pretty face that seemed laid back and calm but sophisticated in its own way. She wore a small pink bow-tie with a white collar on top of it. Her name was Octavia Melody. "Yes" she asked, not realising who it was. Her eye widened on recognition but the assassin held his hoof to his mouth to shush her. She grinned and played along. "Vinyl, it's for you" she called back into the house.

"Who is it" a voice called back.

"A messenger, says he's been looking for you, got something to deliver, your hooves only." The sound of hooves on floor boards were heard, Octavia ushering Blood Moon into the shadows that further hid his face, as she looked at the corkboard next to the door, as to hide her grinning face from her marefriend.

"Miss Scratch" the assassin asked, his normally gravelly, dark voice disguised as a lower-end Manehatten accent. "I got a message for you, from some stallion." The mare waited before she raised an eyebrow.

"From what stallion?" Blood Moon shrugged.

"Dunno, creepy fellow, black robe, couldn't see his face. Paid me a pretty sum to get it to you though." Vinyl sighed, it sounded like one pony she knew, but he didn't trust messengers to converse with others.

"Well, what is it then" she demanded.

"Now Vinyl, is that any way to speak to a friend" the assassin asked, old voice back, as he stepped from the shadows. The electric blue mane mare blinked at his sudden appearance.

"BLOOD MOON!" The mare's outburst was punctuated with her lunging out at him, they landed with her hooves wrapped around his neck, him on his back, her on his front and Vinyl planting kisses on every square-inch of his face. If she'd been wearing lipstick, it would have been a classic 'must have been good night' look for the dark stallion. "Sweet Celestia, I'm glad you're ok, I mean, I knew you were ok but I saw Pinkie, and you with that knife in you, then you were gone and nopony had seen you, and I'm just-just…oh, never do that to me again Black hood." The assassin was a little overwhelmed by the show of sincere affection; though felt he could deal with it until he felt the patch of wet on his shoulder.

"Vinyl, are you…crying?"

"Of course I am; one of my best friends just showed up, out of nowhere I might add, completely fine acting like nothing had happened, all the while I've been worried sick about you all day and night" she explains, pulling him further into her hold.
"It's true" Octavia confirms from the doorway. "When I got home this morning, she hadn't slept a wink of sleep last night and I couldn't get her to bed all day either." Blood Moon looked between the two. Had Vinyl really been so concerned about him? He looked down at the mare on his chest and saw the truth in her eyes.

"Oh come 'ere" he said as he wrapped her in his own hug. "It'll take more than a homicidally insane, pink, sugar addicted, party throwing obsessed, strangely skilled knife-fighting mare" pause for breath "to keep me down." Vinyl giggled as she held him tighter.

"I know, it's just, I can't help worrying." The assassin raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Well, you're one of my best friends. I don't like seeing anything bad happen to you." Blood Moon was fairly sure that Vinyl Scratch had no idea how much that meant to him. "That" one of her hooves disengaged her hug and strayed south on him "and I'll never find somepony quite as good as…you" she tells him, the last word laced with confusion. She sniffed him a few times before looking back at him with a grin on her face. "What do you smell of" she half asked half accused. She'd noticed the scent that clung to him, the smell of sex being so distinctive and all, and put two and two together. "So, who's the lucky mare" she asked, the act of rubbing her genital against his not lost on him. Blood Moon gave a mock 'busted' face before answering.

"Let's just say I now have…friends in high places." The DJ frowned as she did the math.

"Mayor Mare?" The assassin simply grunted. It was true that Vinyl was, perhaps, just a little jealous. But then again, if after; five tankards of cider, nineteen shots in a drinking contest and a mug of Appaloosa mugging, you could still remember the fun you and the stallion next to you had had the night before, you were bound to feel a little jealous. That said, DJ pon-3 knew that Black hood had very 'inclusive' tastes when it came to mares, he was indiscriminative like that. It went a bit quiet after that, not wanting to leave things on a low note, she spoke up again. "Well, next time you and her get together, be sure to call me and Tavi." Behind her, Octavia blushed but offered no argument. The assassin and DJ got up, Vinyl prompting her marefriend down.

"So, what are you up to now" Octavia asked, doing nought but make conversation.

"Going to see my new place." Vinyl light up at that.

"You have a house in Ponyville?" He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck.

"A result of today's activities." Vinyl nodded, rubbing her chin with her hoof.

"Seduce the mayor, get a free house. Smart." The assassin's grin turned devious.

"Yeah, something like that…" The assassin checked the time with the time with the shadows of the building. "Speaking of homes, I should get moving. If you're wondering it's the place on the hill." Vinyl just nodded, while Octavia actually committed it to memory.

"Alright Black hood, we'll see you around" Vinyl gave as farewell. The assassin turned and parted ways with them, the pair of mares waving as he went. Finding the home didn't take too much longer. It was as he expected; basic two story job, thatch roof etc. etc. The furnisher was simple; couch in the front room, desk and bookshelf in the study, double bed in the bedroom. That was his destination; he'd had a long day and felt no need to lengthen it further. As he lay on mattress, soft but not too soft not bad, he thought about his day so far.

'Well let's see; woke up with Pinkie Pie, met her parents, broke up with my marefriend, met a being possibly older than myself, had sex with the mayor and her secretary and got myself a house. Yep, just another average day.'

Author's Notes:

So, yeah, my first real attempt at writing clop. I'll be the first to say it's awful. Happily, they will get better as the story progresses. Promise. Ish.
But, beyond that, thanks for all the comments, thanks for the favourites and, most importantly, thanks for reading. Until next time

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