Killing Lights

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>You are Anon.
>A contract killer.
>And you are in Equestria.
>On the verge of eliminating your last target you had been sucked into a portal and found yourself in this magical pony land.
>But you had found work here.
>It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows in this world.
>You slide on your boots and dawn your Wesker-like sunglasses.
>After a breakfast of nails and glass you make your way to the commander's house.
>No one suspected Twilight Sparkle to be the head of the Assassin's Guild.
>You take the secret entrance to her basement.
>She got her orders directly from Director Luna and you carried them out.
>No questions.
>No attatchments.
>Twilight waits for you in a chair.
>You enter the room and sit.
>"Your target is on the move. She's one I have wanted eliminated personally."
>She tosses a folder across the table.
>"See to it this goes smoothly Anon."
>Of course it would go smoothly.
>Only one target has ever escaped you.
When do I leave?
>You open the folder and see a picture of a haughty looking unicorn.
And where can I find this 'Trixie'?
>Twilight smiles, "not so fast killer, You're not going alone."
>What?
I always work alone.
Always.
>She teleports to the door and opens it,
>"Not this time. Let me introduce your new partner. This is Fluttershy."
>A yellow pegasus steps in, "h-hello..."
>"She's a new recruit and my personal friend."
>"And you'll be training her."
>This is already going bad.
>You take Fluttershy to the arms room to get her dressed.
>She has a lot of trouble getting her gear on.
>Finally you get her suited and both of you leave for the train station.
>The target was last seen in Canterlot.
>Fluttershy flies beside you in her black garb.
>"S-so Anon, do you have a f-fetish?"
>What the hell?
>You turn to her and remove your sunglasses.
First thing's first. As assassins we don't share personal information. No connections, got it?
>She seems shaken and nods.
>Why would this meek and demure thing become an assassin?
>You continue to the train station.
>Ponies move out of your way in fear.
>Twilight speaks through a magical connection in your mind.
>"Anon."
>'Yes commander, I am here.'
>"How are things with Fluttershy?"
>'She's... Soft.'
>You hear her chuckle, "Oh, getting that close already?"
>Curses.
>'I mean she shouldn't be my partner.'
>"Just keep her on track and focus on the target Anon."
>She severs the connection.
>You buy train tickets and board.
>Fluttershy sits next to you even though you're the only ones on board.
>She begins stroking your arm, "oh my m-mister, you have a l-lot of muscle."
>You feel a vein in your forehead pulse.
A contract killer should be in peak physical condition.
>You poke at her pudgy belly and she squeaks.
It would do you well to remember this.
>She gives you a sultry look, "Um, I heard s-sex is a g-good workout?"
>Ugh.
>You shove The Assassin's Guide Book into her sweaty hooves and look out the window.
>She needs to be tested.
>If your life depends on it, you need to be sure she has the intestinal fortitude to actually kill.
>Luckily there's a chance right now.
>As the train has advanced down the line more ponies have gotten on.
>Two stops ago a single mare had boarded.
>And at the last stop a shady looking teenage colt had boarded.
>Sure that no one was looking, the colt began to fondle the mare.
>She was too scared to do anything.
>Silly mare.
Fluttershy.
>She looks up from her guide, "y-yes?"
>You motion with a discreet head nod,
See that colt over there?
>She turns around but you nudge her and hiss,
Don't be so obvious!
>She apologizes and glances at him.
>"Okay I s-see him."
I want you to use your feminine charm to lure him away and kill him.
>"W-what?!"
>She looks terrified.
Just lure him away and kill him. This is a test. Do this and I will be able to trust you.
>She whines.
>"Do I have to?"
Yes!
>You push her out of the seat.
>She falters and looks as though she'll wet herself.
>But then she wobbles over to the colt.
>He stops molesting the mare and she skitters away.
>"What do you want bitch?"
>You're ready to send a knife flying through his head if he attacks.
>Fluttershy fumbles for words.
>"Um, uhhhh... D-do you have a fetish?"
>"What?!"
>"I-If you come with me um, I'll s-suck your d-dick..."
>The colt laughs.
>"You got a deal!"
>You facepalm.
>Not what you expected, but it will work.
>The two head for the bathroom.
>You wait a little then get up to follow.
>After they enter, you grab the door.
>You slide it open a crack and peer through.
>The colt sits back on the toilet and whips out his meat.
>"Get suckin' cutie."
>Fluttershy looks distraught.
Kill him
>You whisper to her as the colt babbles.
Use a knife.
>She nods and pulls out a knife from her sash.
>The colt backs up, "whoa whoa what are you doin' honey?!"
>Fluttershy puts her knife to his throat.
>There's hope for her after all...
>"B-be quiet please! I'm going to um, kill you now. If th-that's okay with you..."
>Jesus fucking christ.
>He gulps and looks down at the blade.
>"Now h-hold still mister..."
>She lowers her head and takes his rod into her mouth.
Fluttershy what are you doing?!
>She looks back at you.
>"Oh, I promised him I w-would do this."
But what about killing him?!
>She closes her eyes and recites, "an assassin always upholds their promises and contracts."
>Fucking guide.
>"S-so I have to suck him o-off... Then I'll kill him."
>That's it.
>You enter the bathroom, grab the confused colt by the head and twist.
>His neck snaps and you drag Fluttershy back to your seats.
>The rest of the trip you don't speak to Fluttershy.
>Luckily it only lasts ten minutes.
>You pull her off the train before someone can find the colt's body.
>The search begins.
>You ask around showing a picture of the target.
>None of these ponies have seen her.
>Or it could be that they're too terrified to talk to you.
Fluttershy, they're scared of me. You get some intel.
>She takes the picture and flutters over to a mare.
>Two minutes later she comes back smiling.
Did you get a lead?
>"Oh yes," she smiles.
Well?
>"The most sensitive part of the p-penis is the underside of the head. That mare was nice enough to tell me."
>You facepalm.
Did you get any info on the target?!
>"Oh yes, she's at that motel."
>She points to a small motel.
Good work. Let's go.
>This will be quick work.
>If Fluttershy stays out of the way.
>You approach the clerk.
Have you seen this pony?
>He looks at the picture of Trixie then up at you.
>He flinches at your glare.
>"Um, I c-c-can't give out info l-like that..."
>You reach across the counter and slam his head on top of it.
Fluttershy?
>"Yes?"
This is how we milk a source for intel.
>She perks up, "oh! So you're going to s-suck his d-di-"
NO!
>You lean down and hiss into his ear.
Tell me where she is or I will break you.
>Room 23.
>You press your body to the wall and motion for Fluttershy to do the same.
Alright, I'm going to burst in there and take her out quickly. You wait for my signal, got it?
>She nods.
>Good.
>You pull out your bowie knife.
>1, 2, 3, BOOM!
>You kick the door in.
>Trixie sits up from the bed.
>"I KNEW THEY'D SEND SOMEONE!"
>She jumps and the room is instantly filled with white smoke.
>You cover your mouth and hold your knife ready.
>You have trained extensively in conditions like this.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie makes her escape!"
>You can hear her hoofsteps as she runs for the window.
>Easy.
>You lunge with your knife.
>Something strikes the back of your head.
>You pass out.
>When you awake, you groan and roll feebly.
>Getting knocked unconscious is actually much worse than they make it seem in movies and stories.
>You have trouble moving and taste iron.
>Your sunglasses are gone.
>It's night.
>The motel room you lay in is empty.
>Trixie is gone.
>Where is Fluttershy?
>"Anon?!"
>Twilight's voice in your head makes you groan.
Not so loud...
>"Finally you're awake! Are you stable?!"
>You hiss though your teeth and examine your body.
Still whole. Trixie got away...
>"It's alright. She can't have gone far."
>You sit up with another groan and grab your knife.
Where is Fluttershy?
>"About that..."
>She pauses.
What is it?
>"She was working for Trixie all along..."
>You almost gasp.
A double agent?!
>"Yes... She knocked you out. She tricked us all."
>Clever girl.
>You stuggle to stand.
Well, looks like I'll be,
>You slide your emergency sunglasses onto your face.
Killing Fluttershy.
END

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>You are Anon.
>A contract killer.
>And you are in Equestria.
>On the verge of eliminating your last target you had been sucked into a portal and found yourself in this magical pony land.
>But you had found work here.
>It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows in this world.
>You slide on your boots and dawn your Wesker-like sunglasses.
>After a breakfast of nails and glass you make your way to the commander's house.
>No one suspected Twilight Sparkle to be the head of the Assassin's Guild.
>You take the secret entrance to her basement.
>She got her orders directly from Director Luna and you carried them out.
>No questions.
>No attatchments.
>Twilight waits for you in a chair.
>You enter the room and sit.
>"Your target is on the move. She's one I have wanted eliminated personally."
>She tosses a folder across the table.
>"See to it this goes smoothly Anon."
>Of course it would go smoothly.
>Only one target has ever escaped you.
When do I leave?
>You open the folder and see a picture of a haughty looking unicorn.
And where can I find this 'Trixie'?
>Twilight smiles, "not so fast killer, You're not going alone."
>What?
I always work alone.
Always.
>She teleports to the door and opens it, 
>"Not this time. Let me introduce your new partner. This is Fluttershy."
>A yellow pegasus steps in, "h-hello..."
>"She's a new recruit and my personal friend."
>"And you'll be training her."


>This is already going bad.
>You take Fluttershy to the arms room to get her dressed.
>She has a lot of trouble getting her gear on.
>Finally you get her suited and both of you leave for the train station.
>The target was last seen in Canterlot. 
>Fluttershy flies beside you in her black garb.
>"S-so Anon, do you have a f-fetish?"
>What the hell?
>You turn to her and remove your sunglasses.
First thing's first. As assassins we don't share personal information. No connections, got it?
>She seems shaken and nods.
>Why would this meek and demure thing become an assassin?
>You continue to the train station.
>Ponies move out of your way in fear.
>Twilight speaks through a magical connection in your mind.
>"Anon."
>'Yes commander, I am here.'
>"How are things with Fluttershy?"
>'She's... Soft.'
>You hear her chuckle, "Oh, getting that close already?"
>Curses.
>'I mean she shouldn't be my partner.'
>"Just keep her on track and focus on the target Anon."
>She severs the connection.
>You buy train tickets and board.
>Fluttershy sits next to you even though you're the only ones on board.
>She begins stroking your arm, "oh my m-mister, you have a l-lot of muscle."
>You feel a vein in your forehead pulse.
A contract killer should be in peak physical condition.
>You poke at her pudgy belly and she squeaks.
It would do you well to remember this.
>She gives you a sultry look, "Um, I heard s-sex is a g-good workout?"
>Ugh.
>You shove The Assassin's Guide Book into her sweaty hooves and look out the window.


>She needs to be tested.
>If your life depends on it, you need to be sure she has the intestinal fortitude to actually kill.
>Luckily there's a chance right now.
>As the train has advanced down the line more ponies have gotten on.
>Two stops ago a single mare had boarded.
>And at the last stop a shady looking teenage colt had boarded.
>Sure that no one was looking, the colt began to fondle the mare.
>She was too scared to do anything.
>Silly mare.
Fluttershy.
>She looks up from her guide, "y-yes?"
>You motion with a discreet head nod,
See that colt over there?
>She turns around but you nudge her and hiss,
Don't be so obvious!
>She apologizes and glances at him.
>"Okay I s-see him."
I want you to use your feminine charm to lure him away and kill him.
>"W-what?!"
>She looks terrified.
Just lure him away and kill him. This is a test. Do this and I will be able to trust you.
>She whines.
>"Do I have to?"
Yes!
>You push her out of the seat.
>She falters and looks as though she'll wet herself.
>But then she wobbles over to the colt.
>He stops molesting the mare and she skitters away.
>"What do you want bitch?"
>You're ready to send a knife flying through his head if he attacks.
>Fluttershy fumbles for words.
>"Um, uhhhh... D-do you have a fetish?"
>"What?!"
>"I-If you come with me um, I'll s-suck your d-dick..."


>The colt laughs.
>"You got a deal!"
>You facepalm.
>Not what you expected, but it will work.
>The two head for the bathroom.
>You wait a little then get up to follow.
>After they enter, you grab the door.
>You slide it open a crack and peer through.
>The colt sits back on the toilet and whips out his meat.
>"Get suckin' cutie."
>Fluttershy looks distraught.
Kill him
>You whisper to her as the colt babbles.
Use a knife.
>She nods and pulls out a knife from her sash.
>The colt backs up, "whoa whoa what are you doin' honey?!"
>Fluttershy puts her knife to his throat.
>There's hope for her after all...
>"B-be quiet please! I'm going to um, kill you now. If th-that's okay with you..."
>Jesus fucking christ.
>He gulps and looks down at the blade.
>"Now h-hold still mister..."
>She lowers her head and takes his rod into her mouth.
Fluttershy what are you doing?!
>She looks back at you.
>"Oh, I promised him I w-would do this."
But what about killing him?!
>She closes her eyes and recites, "an assassin always upholds their promises and contracts."
>Fucking guide.
>"S-so I have to suck him o-off... Then I'll kill him."
>That's it.
>You enter the bathroom, grab the confused colt by the head and twist.
>His neck snaps and you drag Fluttershy back to your seats.


>The rest of the trip you don't speak to Fluttershy.
>Luckily it only lasts ten minutes.
>You pull her off the train before someone can find the colt's body.
>The search begins.
>You ask around showing a picture of the target.
>None of these ponies have seen her.
>Or it could be that they're too terrified to talk to you.
Fluttershy, they're scared of me. You get some intel.
>She takes the picture and flutters over to a mare.
>Two minutes later she comes back smiling.
Did you get a lead?
>"Oh yes," she smiles.
Well?
>"The most sensitive part of the p-penis is the underside of the head. That mare was nice enough to tell me."
>You facepalm.
Did you get any info on the target?!
>"Oh yes, she's at that motel."
>She points to a small motel.
Good work. Let's go.
>This will be quick work.
>If Fluttershy stays out of the way.
>You approach the clerk.
Have you seen this pony?
>He looks at the picture of Trixie then up at you.
>He flinches at your glare.
>"Um, I c-c-can't give out info l-like that..."
>You reach across the counter and slam his head on top of it.
Fluttershy?
>"Yes?"
This is how we milk a source for intel.
>She perks up, "oh! So you're going to s-suck his d-di-"
NO!
>You lean down and hiss into his ear.
Tell me where she is or I will break you.


>Room 23.
>You press your body to the wall and motion for Fluttershy to do the same.
Alright, I'm going to burst in there and take her out quickly. You wait for my signal, got it?
>She nods.
>Good.
>You pull out your bowie knife.
>1, 2, 3, BOOM!
>You kick the door in.
>Trixie sits up from the bed.
>"I KNEW THEY'D SEND SOMEONE!"
>She jumps and the room is instantly filled with white smoke.
>You cover your mouth and hold your knife ready.
>You have trained extensively in conditions like this.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie makes her escape!"
>You can hear her hoofsteps as she runs for the window.
>Easy.
>You lunge with your knife.
>Something strikes the back of your head.
>You pass out.


>When you awake, you groan and roll feebly.
>Getting knocked unconscious is actually much worse than they make it seem in movies and stories.
>You have trouble moving and taste iron.
>Your sunglasses are gone.
>It's night.
>The motel room you lay in is empty.
>Trixie is gone.
>Where is Fluttershy?
>"Anon?!"
>Twilight's voice in your head makes you groan.
Not so loud...
>"Finally you're awake! Are you stable?!"
>You hiss though your teeth and examine your body.
Still whole. Trixie got away...
>"It's alright. She can't have gone far."
>You sit up with another groan and grab your knife.
Where is Fluttershy?
>"About that..."
>She pauses.
What is it?
>"She was working for Trixie all along..."
>You almost gasp.
A double agent?!
>"Yes... She knocked you out. She tricked us all."
>Clever girl.
>You stuggle to stand.
Well, looks like I'll be,
>You slide your emergency sunglasses onto your face.
Killing Fluttershy.


END

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