Once more, it is good to see you. Continuing from where we last left off, I apologize. I had to rush off to the grocer to purchase an eggplant. Don't ask why.

True to my word, I bought a round for myself and my friend. That was the last time I ever spoke to him, but these things happen. I finished mine, and turned to go check the tourney roster. Big Mac had won the first match, a stallion named Noteworthy had won the second, a mare named Rainbow Dash had won the third, and I had of course won the fourth. The next two rounds were Big Mac against noteworthy, and myself against Rainbow Dash.

I decided to follow the same strategy as my last fight, to meet my foe, and learn a bit about her. However, I had trouble finding her in the crowd, and she wasn't in the preparation area. I actually wouldn't see her until the match started. I did see her statistics and a replay of the last match, though.She had taken down her opponent down in only two rounds. The video footage wasn't very helpful, though. You couldn't see her in it at all. only a rainbow-colored streak that dashed in every direction. It fit her name incredibly well.

The fifth match ended in the sixth round. Big Mac had done nothing but block for the first five, then struck as Noteworthy was tired. Out like a light in one hit. Big Mac was smart as well as tough. I looked forward to our match. As they cleared the field, the announcer called out my name, as well as Rainbow's. I took to the ring, and she suddenly appeared right in front of me. It was the exact same mare from the night before this. Same multichromatic mane and everything. The referee gave us the rules, left us to our corners, and rang the bell.

Rainbow was off like a shot. I felt light blows hitting me from all directions. I pulled up a basic shield, blocking the majority of hits. She adjusted her tactics, striking where I wasn't blocking. So I blocked there. By the end of the first round, this had gone on for what felt like half an hour. So I took the thirty-second break to try to slow my heart rate. As soon as the bell rang to signal the start of the second round, I turned back into the ring. This time, I could only just see her rapid movements around me, but was able to block all of them. Regrettably, I didn't have a chance to strike, but I at least made it into the third round with some energy left.

This round was to be the one where I toppled her. The crowd was emitting ear-splitting cheers for both of us, mostly for Rainbow, but at least two for me. I had slowed my heart rate even further, but not by much. Any slower, and I'd lose feeling in my legs. They were already starting to tingle. She rushed at me, as per her usual tactic. I could see her movement clearly now, even though she was still a blur. I managed to block the first thirty-seven, took the next two, then finally dealt my own, striking her in the jaw. The next thing I knew, there was a loud crash, deafening silence that lasted for twenty-some seconds, then a loud eruption of cheering. I later learned that my kick had thrown Rainbow off-course, driving her face-first into the wall. She didn't stop there, though, performing a face slide, coming to rest at the hooves of Applejack, who helped her up.

I let my heart speed back up, to perceive time at a normal speed, and walked over to my fallen foe. She was all right, of course, just a bit hazy and unable to stand. of her own accord. According to the rules of competition, that meant that I had won the match. In ten minutes, I would step in the ring with Big Macintosh, and then we would see how I fared against him.

We actually ran into him as he was leaving the concession area. I say we because I was carrying Rainbow and Applejack, and Applejack was pretending to carry Rainbow dash with me.

"Still uncomfortable ta walk, AJ?" he said, reading her face like an open book.

"Well, uhmm..." she stuttered, searching for the right words.

"It's fine, I'll drop it," he said, turning to face me. "As for you, You've proven yourself to me. Winnin' against the good doctor, that's not the easiest task in the world, but Rainbow too? And you're still well enough to carry her and mah sister. That's a feat. Rest up. Ah look forward ta facin' you in the final round."

"And I to you. Thank you," I said, accepting the compliment and wishing him well as he walked off to prepare. Applejack nudged me in the ribs and shot me a smile. My ribs were still very sore. Nevertheless, we sat down at the bar, bough three drinks, and an extra cup of water for Rainbow. As soon as it arrived, I splashed it in her face, reviving her enough to tell her the results, and that we had bought her a drink. Applejack had her cider, and I my vodka. We sat there for a few minutes, just talking, until we were empty. My vision was a little blurry, but my coordination was still right on the ball. AJ and I decided to just leave Rainbow where she was for now, and she'd be fine. So we took a stroll back to her seat.

The maintenance crew was fast. by the time we had finished, the wall was fully repaired, and the skid marks where Rainbow had slid were erased. I decided that the last few minutes were best dedicated to preparation, so I left Applejack to her seat, and headed into the prep room. Big mac was still in there, beating up a punching bag lightly. Saving energy, no doubt. The worst part of winning was that you had to continue. if you lost, you had whatever you had at the beginning back, so you could watch the remaining matches if you lost in the first round.

I took to the basins, splashing cold water on my face, reinvigorating some of my energy. after ward, I took to stretching, popping my joints, then finally loosened a few muscles, just before the announcer called us out. As I stepped into the ring, I was assaulted by the roaring crowd's screams. The all-time champion of Ponyville versus the clear underdog. I had only just arrived, and already I was making quite a name for myself. Granted, Attention may not have been exactly what you might want in an assassin, but there is a way to attune it to your needs. It is the art of distraction, and I didn't use it very often before this point.

The traditional run-down of the rules later, the match began. I wasted no time in moving up to Big Mac. I could tell that he was sufficiently prepared, but already tired, despite the fact that we had only barely started. I myself was feeling weak, and it would probably take only a hoofful of hits to bring me down. We danced around a little, reading each other with every contrived miss. He would strike slow at me, and I would dodge, I would strike slow at him, and he would block, either way, the first two rounds weren't very interesting. However, about halfway through the third round, some blood-red pegasus stallion jumps into the ring and tackled Big Mac, knocking him to the ground. As if that weren't enough, he started ramming his forehooves into his chest. I would have stepped in, honestly, I would, had I not been preoccupied with a scrawny blue unicorn stallion, and a stoic-looking white unicorn stallion. Some horrified screams came from the crowd, the announcer was shouting for everypony to remain calm, and a few ponies from previous fights rushed onto the field to proffer their assistance.

By the time we had sent the three off to the holding cell, to be escorted to Canterlot for trial, Big Mac was out cold, and being carted off to the hospital for treatment of his lacerations, and I was about ready to collapse myself. I had sustained only minor injuries, and I needed somepony to help me back to my room, where I had to stay for the next three days. Luckily, Applejack was willing to help, and almost able to do it herself. Thank Celestia that she had another friend, Twilight Sparkle, if I recall correctly, who offered to help as well. I certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

The match had been declared a draw, since neither of us could have continued the fight. I offered the win to Big Mac, since he had been hit harder than I, but they refused. They told me come back in five days time, and if Big Mac was feeling up to it, we could have a real match.

Before we even left, I made up my mind to visit Big Mac as soon as possible. I felt a bit guilty for letting such a thing happen, and I wanted to make it up to him. I figured, going to see how he was doing would be the simplest method, even though it was also the most overused.

We managed to make out way back to my room, and Twilight left us there, letting us know that all we had to do if we needed anything was let her kn ow. She was nice I would have to remember to do that.

"That was rather enjoyable, until the very end," I said, pulling the fresh linens up to my chest. "A bit sad that it ended the way it did."

Applejack rolled over to face me. "That was new. Ah've never sen that happen before. Ah wonder what came over 'em."

"No Idea," I said, pulling her right up against me and turning off the lamp. I then pulled her into a tight embrace, keeping her as close to me as I could. "I certainly hope Big Mac's all right. I have no idea what would happen if something went wrong."

"Oh, Mac's tough," said she, returning the embrace and tucking her head against my chest. "He's been through more 'n Ah have, ta be sure. Ah'm certain that he'll pull through all right."

"You do kn ow him better than I," I said, nuzzling her mane, then coming to rest with my jaw above her head. "I suppose it would be best to trust your judgement. Good night, then." I don't know if she responded, because I faded out right as the words left my mouth, but I'm sure she said something.

I woke up the next morning, still unable to walk on my own. I wasn't allowed to remove the wrappings until tonight, anyway. That drove me to wake Applejack up when I heard a knock at the door. She stumbled over, still tired, and half asleep, obviously. That all changed as soon as the door opened, though. Before she even managed to greet whoever was at the door, they bolted in and tore back the covers, exposing me to everyone in the room, and the hallway, if they were in close proximity. She was a pegasus, canary yellow with a pink mane and tail. Her cutie mark was three butterflies.

"Oh, good, It's not as bad as I thought," she said, after staring down my leg for a few moments. Her eye drew up a little bit to my groin, then to my face. As she blushed, and pulled the sheet back up to my stomach, she was introduced by Applejack, who had regained her composure.

"What're you doing here so early, Fluttershy?" she exclaimed, closing the door properly and walking back over to where Fluttershy stood.

"Well, umm... I heard from Twilight that one of the participants in last night's fiasco wasn't taken to see a doctor, and I couldn't just let it go unnoticed." Fluttershy apparently had a habit of shuffling her hooves when she was uncomfortable in a conversation, if she couldn't avoid the conversation in the first place.

"Are you sure she said 'wasn't taken to a doctor,' and not 'didn't go to a hospital?'" I chided. Applejack shot me a momentary glare, and Fluttershy turned a little brighter red.

"He's gonna be fine, Shy," said Applejack, picking up her hat from the dresser. I only just realized that she had left it off last night. "An' if ya don't believe me, you can stay here with 'im all day. Ah gotta go see Big Mac, and then git back on over ta Sweet Apple Acres. He prob'ly covered for me yesterday, so Ah gotta cover for him today."

Fluttershy was probably about to voice her opinion on the subject, but the chance never arose, because Applejack was already out the door. She turned to look at me, I looked at her, and we stayed that way for a few minutes, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the analog clock on the nightstand.

"So... I said, Finally breaking the silence, "I take it that your're a registered nurse?"

"Only during the winter," she replied, shuffling her hooves again. "The rest of the year, I take care of a large selection of animals from all over Equestria."

"I see," I said, turning to look around the room, so as not to let the silence be quite as awkward. It was to no avail. "Would you like to have a seat?" I offered, wanting to come off as friendly. Only after I said it did I realize it.

"I'm already sitting," she said, letting it be my turn to do an impression of a tomato. Speaking of which, I was beginning to feel a hunger deep within my abdomen. Even Fluttershy heard my stomach growl. I'll go find the kitchen," she offered, standing up to leave.

"That won't be necessary," I called after her, stopping her movement. I picked up the phone and brought up room service. I placed an order for a plate of small pastries that looked quite delicious on the menu. When I gave them the room number, they busted up laughing, after which, they told me that they could hear me yesterday, and asked that I not do a repeat performance for at least a few days. I found myself chuckling at that, then gave them my word. Applejack wasn't even going to be here today.

After only a minute or two, there was a knock on the door, which Fluttershy promptly answered at my request. A server pushed the cart in, and took a few bits from me as payment, leaving us alone once again. I took no time in devouring the pastries, one by one. after a few, I turned to look at Fluttershy, who hadn't moved since she opened the door. "Would you like one?" I offered, indicating the small pile that remained. She shook her head, and continued standing perfectly still Once more, I asked if she would like to sit down.

"I'm fine, she said, turning her head to the window. It was kind of cute, actually. I wondered if she realized how interesting the brick wall view was.

The rest of the day was relatively boring. I know that I was likely to be one who waited in a blind to ambush my unsuspecting mark, but that didn't absolve me of boredom. It did, however, make me used to it, and I was able to entertain myself by creating extensive logarithms in my head, then feeding bits of information through it. I did this for fun quite often while waiting, if I had to be confined to a solitary area. In this case, my hotel room.

By the time Applejack finally returned, she looked tired enough to crash right on the bed. Fluttershy was unwrapping my bandages, and readying a second to replace it. Before you start telling me that that's not how a broken limb works, note that I never told you the extent of my injuries. For all you know, it was merely a cut. In fact, it was. It had torn right through the muscle tissue and detached a tendon. Everything in my leg worked with the exception of my knee. I would be up and moving around again in two more days, after the tissue had time to reconnect. Thankfully, the EMT had been able to rush the process with Magic, but not solve the problem entirely. Medical practice was great, not perfect.

"Howdy, Shy," panted Applejack, crawling into bed beside me. "Ah'm sure ya have places ya need ta be, so could ya come back tomorrow?"

"Just let me tie this off," said Fluttershy, finishing the final wrappings for the day. I had to give her credit, she was fast. Either she was naturally fast, or she wasn't lying when she said that she did this through the winter. Or both. I decided on the latter. Good night, you two," she said as we parted ways and she slipped out the door.

I rolled over, letting my good leg support my wrapped one. Applejack was facing away from me, but she still backed up, allowing me to wrap my forelegs around her waist. I once more rested my jaw on top of her head, after removing her hat, and relocating it to the bedpost. I'm absolutely certain that she was tired, and I would let her rest. That didn't mean a thing to me, though, and I slid out and pushed inside of her folds. She was a bit reluctant at first, but warmed up after a few seconds, allowing me entry.

It was warm in there, I thought, letting myself sink deeper and deeper in. I didn't push, but I let it run in naturally, so as to let it feel as if it were close to finished, or just after. As soon as I was fully extended, I just lay there. My mind wandered to Sweet Apple acres, and how I would manage to go undetected. It was then that a brilliant idea occurred to me. I placed it at the front of my mind, and let my consciousness drift off.

The next day was a bit exciting for me. The skin was fully healed, and the muscle had almost completely grown back. Now all I needed was my tendon, and I could walk again. Fluttershy told me that I would probably experience a shooting pain with every step, but I could live with that. I've dealt with pain before, I'll deal with it again. I can cope with pain, because my tenacity is incredibly vast. What I couldn't cope with was a leg that I couldn't move. At that point, that was the only thing that kept me in bed. At least the bandages could stay off.

I decided to make some small talk with Fluttershy today, and we managed to connect. I was starting to consider her for my next date, but decided to push those thoughts aside until I killed Applejack. It wasn't polite to think about finding a new sex partner when I hadn't killed off the last one yet. Go figure that it almost always happened like this with me.

We played a lovely game of Poncheesi which she won, then Monopony, which I won, with a huge lead (who would think that owning so much property would lead to me owning all of the five-hundred bit pieces?). After lunch, we just sat on my bed and watched the news. Around three, they showed footage from the fight, and I could see everything happening at once from a point of view that wasn't my own. They even pointed me out a few times, usually mentioning that I was, in fact the mastermind of the entire thing, about how I was plotting to have Big Mac killed.

"That's a load of Bollocks," I exclaimed, turning to Fluttershy. "Why would I call a hit on Big Mac? And did they forget that I was also a target?" I suddenly realized, Fluttershy hadn't heard me, and probably hadn't even heard the story. She was sleeping silently where Applejack usually did. All of a sudden, a dark passion came over me. I lost control of my common sense, and began to contemplate just ow much I could bet away with. I reached into my bag, moved right alongside the bed, and pulled out the bottle of chloroform I kept for situations requiring special attention. I know she was already unconscious, but this was to make sure she stayed that way. I dabbed a small amount onto a rag, and held it up to her muzzle. as soon as her wings grew limp, I knew I was in business.

I rolled her over, so she was facing the other direction. Carefully aligning myself, I pushed the head inside. As if she were awake, her muscles literally drew me in, as if she wanted me in there. I felt euphoric, then just plain giddy. It was handy that this position was able to be performed without needing me to control my knee. I began massaging and squeezing at her breasts. True, she couldn't feel what I was doing, but I could. After I felt her first come through, I lapped it up, so there would be no suspicion. I then switched holes, but essentially doing the exact same thing. It felt strange, to be committing rape with someone who I knew almost nothing about. I did know, however, that she wouldn't tell anypony, and likely just block out the entire thing, if she had been awake to experience it. At the twenty-five minute mark, I flipped her over, and wrapped her hind legs around my head. I hadn't had breast milk since I was just a tot, and it tasted superb. While suckling them, I was also inching my way down her throat, trying to find her esophagus, like I had with Sweetie Belle. I found it, and allowed her to do the work for me, slipping out every few seconds to allow her oxygen. Also just like with sweetie belle, I let it all run down into her stomach, without leaving a trace of it anywhere else.

After pulling out, I did a quick twice-over to make sure I had left no traceable DNA in places that were likely to be checked, such as in the mouth, the anus, or her adulthood. I'm glad I went over it twice, too. The second time, I found a few pubic hairs wedged between her teeth. I pulled them out. Thankfully, though, I had no reason to worry. They were brown, red, green, black, yellow, and even grey. Not a blue one to be found. So I found myself to be in the clear. I wedged them back in, remembering where each one was. It wsn't very difficult, and as I've said before, I have a decent memory.

About ten minutes later she woke up, and was none the wiser. She even believed that I hadn't noticed. Ten minutes after that, Applejack came in.

"You're home early," I said, as she trotted over to me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Ah finished early today. Y'all have fun?"

I glanced over to the Monopony board, then over to Fluttershy. "Yes, we played a few board games and had lunch, then we started watching the news."

"Oh? Anything interestin'?"

"Well," said Fluttershy, pulling herself to the floor before Applejack noticed her on the bed, "There was an interesting article on a series of deaths in Hoofington about five days ago." My attention was sparked, but I didn't show it. How could this be news? It was almost a week ago.