Back for more? I had assumed you would have left by now. I may enjoy having a captive audience for a time, but I'm not one for stage shows. However, if you insist, I will continue. I have nowhere better to be, after all. If you remember, I told you last time that I'm retired.

I woke up the next morning at about noon. I remember because I had received an invitation to a party welcoming all the travelers to Ponyville. There were quite a few of them, I realized. I have that effect on ponies, it seems. Not that I don't suspect it. In all honesty, I had only killed seven ponies in Hoofington,, the other three were reported to be suicides, all relatives to my marks. I take no responsibility for those, though.

I dropped the invite on the table and and pulled my bag onto the bed, pulling out a small case, which contained my tools of my trade. Most of my belongings were items of large value. I had a large amount of money in my name, and couldn't carry it around with me. I didn't have a permanent residence at the time, as I do now, but with no permanent residence, I had nowhere to store my personal belongings. So I bought valuable pieces that were small enough to carry around with me. I had a few suits for formal assemblies, some jeweled chains and bands, for impressing ponies of high class, and some trinkets and baubles that had no purpose whatsoever.

But enough about that. I left my hotel room, tool case in hoof, ready to get back to Sweetie Belle. I was anxious to get underway, my morals more properly aligned after last night's soiree, I was ready to eliminate her for good. On the way, however, I ran into her sister again, crying into the arms of another mare. The other looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I averted my eyes, not wanting to make a scene. Unfortunately, The other mare had seen me, and sped over.

"Beg yer pardon, but 'ave ya seen this little filly?" she held up a poster, the word 'missing' in all caps across the top, with a picture of Sweetie Belle in the middle. "She's been missin' since last night, and nopony else 'as seen 'er."

"Afraid I haven't," I lied. You get good at that when you've practiced as long as I have. "If I do, I'll find you right away."

"Thank ya kindly, Mr....?"

"Keeper." I strode off, with a smile and a nod. I guess she didn't realize that I ad no idea how to find her, or even what her name was. Later, I would find out, but for a different reason. But that story will come later, don't worry.

I came to the forest and stepped in. As soon as the town was no longer visible, I stopped walking and broke into a run. I had left a child alone all night. That was a bit sad, even for someone in my line of work. I can't just leave them unattended. Especially since this was still not an interrogation. No need to cause unnecessary pain, especially when I wasn't there to enjoy it. If for no other reason, I wanted to watch her suffer, to hear her squeal in pain, to see her writhe at my hoof. I did so enjoy that.

I arrived at the entrance, and slipped inside, and found Sweetie Belle hanging where I had left her, ready to meet her fate. "Hello, Sweetie Belle!" I yelled out, stirring her, making her active again. "I ran into your sister this morning," I teased. Her eyes went from somber to hopeful. "She's looking for you, you know. She really cares for you." I unzipped my case and displayed my tools on the tale in front of her. "Too bad she'll never find you, though. She has a wonderful smile. I had hoped to see it again, before my next leave."

I took up my favorite tools, a reverse clamp and a small pair of tongs edged with a scoop, in either hoof. The first step to ending her was the eyes. Inserting the reverse clap, compressed of course, between her eyelids, keeping them open and separate. I then used the tongs to pull her eyeball out of the socket, painlessly.The real pain came moments later when I severed the links with the shears from my kit. I dropped it to the floor, and stomped on it to crush it. The other followed suit. Then I moved on to the tricky part. I can't fery well crush a filly's hooves under my weight, keratin being incredibly sturdy in them, so I grabbed the plate file by the wall., and started filing down her hooves, until I started drawing blood, then I stopped. The shavings were now all over the floor, amid the crushed eyes. I then began to peel at her skin, taking one leg, then the next. The braces were still on, of course, but I'm very handy with knife. I may be one of the few ponies who was anywhere near my level of skill with a blade.

I then got to her other two legs. She still lived, as I could hear her whimpering in pain. I hated seeing her like this, so I took the liberty of killing her immediately after. It was painless, having an inflamed artery cut open, but fast. At least she wouldn't have to go through the next steps. with me. She could enjoy her peace. I ten finished stripping her of her skin. If you want to hear what brought the biggest tear to my my eye, albeit the only one, it was that when a pony with no cutie mark dies, they receive their cutie mark as a gift from the Evereaper. Sweetie Belle's cute mark was that of a musical note, seemingly a high E. I hope she would have liked it. She belted out enough last night to have earned it.

I sliced the tendons and cartilage, followed by the muscle tissue, then the organs. They were easier to get rid of that way. you could just burn the body, but that took too long, and was kinda boring. So I always chopped them to small pieces beforehoof, and set those ablaze instead. It minimized the amount of wait, while giving me something to do with my hooves. I made sure that the bones were cleaned before sending them into the furnace as well. The crushed bones made a decent fertilizer after being burnt, and almost nopony knew why or how. A certain rare flower could only be grown in soil enriched with it, and we had boxes of them back at the sanctuary. But I was never one for flowers.

I made sure to clean up the area where I had worked, as well as all of my tools, and myself, thoroughly. I believed that I should always leave the chamber in a better condition than the last pony, so they had someplace decent to work. If I left i looking like crap, who'd want to open up a corpse there?

Anywho, I headed back to the hotel. I had to wait for Sweetie Belle to burn before I could package her for other uses. What better way to pass the time than to make a few rounds through town, I thought to myself. Besides, I could maintain a better cover if nopony suspected me of shady activity. And what better way to not look suspicious than to show up at a party I had been personally invited to?

It was then that I seriously considered showing up. I'm not the type for parties, never have been. I usually only attended as part of a job. I had never gone to a party with the intent of enjoying myself before. Then again, I rarely ever did anything with the express purpose of enjoying myself. So I thought to myself, why not enjoy it? Who knows, having fun might be something I would want to do more often.

I then spent the bulk of the day shopping around. I had enough money, I was entitled to a few trinkets to take with me as memoirs. A jeweled Necklace was the most expensive item by far. It was absolutely laden with gems, fully utilizing every color under the sun, yet holding a symmetry that made it shine brighter than anything I had ever seen before. At the very center, a orange tourmaline, shaped like an apple, and twice the size, stood out, catching the eye of any who passed. For a mere three thousand bits, I strode away from the stand, displaying it proudly around my neck. I'm not going to lie, It was incredibly heavy. But it was lighter than the amount of money that I had paid for it. Smaller, too.

The party, according to the invitation, started at seven, so at six thirty, I headed back to my hotel room, and changed into my suit. I later fund out that I didn't need to, but I had only ever attended formal parties, and had very weak social skills in the way of small gatherings. Not that this was going to be small, mind you, but it wasn't like the grand galloping gala. That was made sure the moment I arrived.

Even though I was early, I was still welcomed by loud music. The building was hard to miss, strung up in lights, blaring techno music as loud as the ear could comfortably stand, and swarming with ponies. I recognized the mare I had talked to earlier tday, and decided to make some smalltalk before the party really started.

"I'm dreadfully sorry, but I'm afraid I didn't catch your name earlier!" I shouted, just loud enough for her to hear me. She turned around, smiled, and leaned in.

"Ah thought about that only a few minutes after you left. Ah'm Applejack. It's a pleasure ta see ya again, Mr. Keeper." She snickered a bit, but I didn't hear it I only saw. "Ya do know that this isn't a formal gatherin', right? Ya didn't have ta dress up in them fancy duds, or comb yer mane. It's prob'ly gonna come undone before the night's out. Ah don't even want ta imagine what yer suit's gonna look like."

"I thank you for your concern, but I have spare suits. Besides, I'm likly to leae about halfway through the party, supposing it turns out as I plan."

"Don't count on it," she said, as the music was suppressed, and a pink mare swung in from an upstairs window onto a pedestal situated above the door.

"Good evening, residents of Ponyville, and our esteemed guests!" She said, into a microphone. The speakers repeated it, loud enough for everypony in town to hear. "Due to the large number of ponies coming in recently, I've decided to throw a huge party to celebrate! Now don't worry, there'll be cake and punch for everypony, so feel free to be a little piggie, and eat to your hearts content!"

A loud roar of applause rang out, accompanied by shouting, By basic deduction, I made the connection that they were happy. A smirk crossed my face, but turned into a smile in an instant, as a reflex. Emotions were only ever getting in my way. Masks were much easier to wear by far. So I carried on as if I were enjoying the party.

"DJ, CRANK IT UP! BRING SHAME TO THE LIGHTS!!" shouted the piink pony, jumping down from her perch. All of a sudden, my ears rang out in pain, the electronic tune seemingly carving away at my eardrums. Such barrages were the result of the the gigantic subwoofers that I hadn't seen before.

As soon as I could feel my head again, I turned back to Applejack. "Would you like some punch!?" I offered, even though I myself had trouble hearing. I leaned back a ways, waiting fr a response. It came in the form of a nod. I pointed my right forehoof at the ground, and took off on search of the punch bowl. I found it, and sailed off. I was caught in a short line, though, as I had to wait for a cyan pegasus to pour some for herself, and a few friends. It wasn't the waiting that remained in my memory, though. It was her mane. It held a multitude of colors that just seemed... inequessant.

As soon as she finished, she flew off, allowing me to pour a glass for myself, and for Applejack. I made sure to get an ice cube in Applejack's, because it seemed gentlemanly, and took off again, going back to where I had left Applejack. I handed her the drink, which she took with a smile. We departed, finding a table, away from the speakers, thankfully. We could still hear the music, but at least we could hold a conversation.

"So ya don't get out much?"

"I do, from time to time, but never for very long. I'm used to formal parties, like the grand galloping gala. Have you ever been?"

"Once, with mah friends. Ah had a stand set up, and Ah sold an apple pie. That was all Ah sold, though."

"That was last year, yes?"

"Yeah, it was. Were you there?"

"I was indeed, ma'am."

I remember that night well, because I kept thinking there was a group of ponies waiting to ambush me, because everything was just going too well. I had been hired to eliminate a guest, and make it seem that they had fallen. I had no trouble getting close to the target, or whisking them away to the balcony. It seemed that I had won her heart, and all that mattered now was dropping her off of the edge with no signs of a struggle. The, as luck would have it, loud music started playing in the main hall. My mark stepped inside, and through a series of events that I had no control over, disaster struck. A quick shove later, and she was dead under a pillar. I then took the opportunity to slip out.

"Though I wish that my date had fared better." A lie, as if I had been dribbling them out of my mouth since birth. In reality, it had only been a few years. As I've said before, I'm the best at what I do: A professional.

"Oh? Something happen?" I could hear the concern in her voice.

"She died that night. A stray pillar collapsed on top of her, crushing her. She died instantly."

Tears were welling up in Applejack's eyes now. "Ah'm sorry. Ah sorta played a hand in it, Ah guess. Ah may not have knocked over the pillar, but Ah may as well have." A single tear ran down her cheek, and dripped off her chin. A second followed suit, accompanied by countless others. I figured, I was off the clock, I may as well help the situation. So I wrapped my foreleg around her shoulder, in an attempt to comfort her.

"There's naught that can be done now. She's in a better place."

She buried her face in my shoulder. Her sobs increased in intensity, which was strange. If anything, it was my place to be the one weeping, it having been my loss. But I hadn't lost anyone, so it didn't effect me at all. But what cause did she have?

"Ah... Ah f-feel... so guilty..."

"There's nothing to feel guilty for. It wasn't as if you intended--" I was cut off as her lips pressed against mine. Though I had no idea why she did this, it seemed to calm her down, so it was okay with me. As she pulled back slowly, our eyes met.

"Ah... Ah'm sorry," she turned away fro me. "Ah don't know why Ah did that. Ah uess, Ah was feeling terrible at the whole ordeal, and wanted somepony to comfort me. I enjoyed it a little too much Ah guess..."

I walked over to where she was, and began to rub her back with my forehoof. "I've no problem with it, Applejack.if you wish to reach out to me for consolation, then have at me."

As if on command, she turned and dove at me, pinning me to the ground. Our lips melded together as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. I gladly reciprocated, digging in almost all the way to her throat. I threw my forelegs into the air, draping them around her neck. The embrace lasted nearly a minute, before she released for air. As mall crowd had gahered, a few clappig, others jeering, but all entertained.

"What say we take this somewhere else?" she asked, pulling me to a standing position.

"I agree. I have a rom at the hotel around the corner. We can become better aquainted there." I poured the remaining punch down my gullet, then passed my cup to a patron, who rushed it to the shop, where he was sure to find the dishwasher.
Applejack followed suit, then followed me back to my room.

The moment the door closed, she began the process of undressing me, tossing my clothes haphazardly on the floor. After that, we collapsed atop the bed, and began to work our magic, a clever pn, seeing as neither of us were unicorns. as I stiffened out, I guided myself in. I wasn't too impressed that she wanted a ride, in the stead of the more widely accepted entry from behind.

She didn't sing, likr my last one. She also didn't take any time with getting up to speed. It came as no surprize when she stopped after five minutes, exhausted.

"Ah'm gettin' close. How 'bout you?" she asked between pants.

"Nowhere near. How about you take a rest, and let me do some of the work?" To my surprise, she nodded. So I grabbed her shoulders, and rocked her onto her back, pulling her ankles up around my ears, thrusting deeper and deeper with every stroke. After a minute and a half, she let out a sharp yelp, to which I spent pressing harder and harder in to maximize her experience. After the pleasure faded, I picked my pace back up, driving into her for minutes upon minutes.

I was always concerned about youth these days. According to most statistics, they only ever lasted somewhere between five and eight minutes. Back in my day, if we finished in eight minutes, we went again, and again. I never spent less than twenty-five minutes in the act.

About twenty minutes in, I was starting to get close, and she had just passed her second. It was then that I heard a knock at the door, and something slide underneath it. I made a note to check these later, but I was busy, so it could wait. I looked down at Applejack. I could tell that she was getting tired, and a bit dehydrated. I also caught a hint of concern as to what was entering the room. "Almost there," I assured her, provoking a smile. Then, she decided to do something unexpected. She stopped me, rolled over onto her stomach, then guided me right up against her anus. I was a bit bewildered, but decided to just run with it.

I pushed into her sphincter, lubricated by her own juices. It was much tighter, and seemed to allow more in, albeit slower. After about two minutes, I had picked up my lost pace, and was able to move faster and faster. I could feel the pressure building up "Here it comes," I whispered into her ear.

"Mahn too," she said. As if by fate, we released at the same time. Me into my first, her into her third. I pumped my semen into her colon, and she spilled over onto my bedsheets. Sweat dripped off of me, and I had run short of breath. As soon as my member stopped throbbing, I let it go flaccid, and slid out. The remnants spilled out to join hers on my bedsheet. I would have to leave a tip for the housekeeper tomorrow.

I collapsed on the bed beside her, our heads hanging over the foot of the ed. I knew that by the way I had been, she wouldn't be able to walk by herself until tomorrow afternoon, and even then, she'd have difficulty. So before I let her fall asleep, I made it clear that she stay put until she could feel her legs again. She smiled, and closed her eyes, drifting off almost instantly into sleep.

I stayed up for a little while longer. Sure, I was tired, but I had some things to take care of first. Before anything else, I stood up, lifted her off of the bed, and turned her head to the pillow end, draping the thin sheet over the top, followed by the blanket. I then decided to take a look at my late-night delivery. The envelope bore the brotherhood seal, so I ripped it open. inside was a letter, explaining to me that I had fulfilled my job, and that I had done it right. It also told me the location of my payment, which I would have to collect tomorrow. Lastly, it contained the details of my next contract, which would be a little bit more difficult than I was used to, considering...