SNAP!!!!!!

The sound sharp and crisp like someone biting into a fresh apple, as a week of patiently waiting had given him the opportunity he needed to eliminate his tantalising target with a single brisk motion. A lapse in focus as she adjusted her glasses, giving him the perfect window he needed to give a confident twist and with a crack her promising career was over in an instant. The janky motion smoothly severing her spinal cord, as his magic overpowered her frail anatomy as he broke her back like a twig in a wind.

The mare not knowing what hit her as the hands seized her head out of the blue and forced rough rotation well beyond her biology’s natural tolerances as the last thing, she heard was her vertebrae grinding like rusty gears. The force of the attack knocking her stylish glasses from her muzzle as they landed with a clatter on the carpet behind her from the sheer inertia of the rending blow. The professional silence broken by a spinal splintering splitting the air as in a blink of an eye the shocked look on her face slackened as her entire body went limp in the wake of the lower brainstem being cut in the clench of the compounding column. The internal decapitation going off flawlessly, as his hallmark went off quickly and cleanly, leaving the paralysed mare to softly crumple to the floor like a discarded napkin.

The mare dead before she hit the floor, as the splitting note had been the starting pistol to her passing, as her body had ceased to be viable the moment the savage split had occurred. Her heart giving a few clumsy beats as it staggered forward on muscle memory, before it convulsed to a stop as the pump’s rhythm floundered and ceased, leaving her to suffocate under the weight of her own uncooperative body. The whole affair going off with nary a noise, as with her neurons knackered there was no scream, just a wheezing rattle of deflating lungs as the diaphragm relaxed in one last rattling breath before shutting down and her basic vitals for life ceased.

Her stealthy assassin smiling as she slumped, as the shrewd business mare had briskly succumbed to her injuries, like the majority of ponies he had inflicted his well-practised technique upon, as only around 30% survived the initial tingling jolt to their nervous system. Not like that changed anything as the more stubborn survivors were in no state to resist, as they were left a prisoner in their own body allowing their assailant finished the job with a stern shunt and a sudden stop of rending ligaments. The mare giving up the ghost without even a short spasm, as she just gave a few depressed twitches in response to him wringing her neck before hastily departing, leaving a shapely deadweight to dispose of.

The stallion seizing her broken body, wrapping his arm around her waist as he hefted the mare’s cooling carcass up from the floor and using magic began to manoeuvre her away from the window lest he gain an audience for what was to come next. The mature meat warm upon his fingers as he cradled her cadaver, allowing his hands to sink into her doughy flesh as he pulled her onto his lap, and began to explore her curvaceous contours. His hand exploring her intimate areas, as he got to grips with the buttery flesh hidden beneath her domineering business wear, leaving a trail of fingerprints upon her moisturized skin. Each groping grasp revealing a little more of her form, as he burrowed below her airy blouse and began to fiddle with her bra so he could free the marbled melons restrained by the taut cotton. His hand also tugging at her mouth-watering pencil skirt, rustling the glossy garment, that left little to his imagination as the formal fashion hugged her hips like a glove, just begging for him to explore her sensual shapes.

He didn’t know what exactly she had done to warrant the hit on her, be it jilted lover or competing business interests, but he was going to enjoy every inch of her supple skin before disposing of the evidence. His observations telling him little about the mare in question, she simply seemed to be a company woman, and in a way that made this all the easier as there was no one to miss her when she vanished. During his stakeout he had picked up on her domineering and bossy character though, the woman clearly used to getting what she wanted, earning her the nickname of “Bitch Tits,” during his observations, on account of her killer rack he was currently having his way with.

His marauding mitts breaching the bra causing the plush pillows to billow over the lace rim like a lewd flood of flesh. The tide of titty hitting his palm like a wave as they surged forth in an expired exhale as they flopped free of the fabric fetter. The feminine handles heavy, as he manipulated mighty mammaries, giving a glimpse of how they might jiggle if he pushed his luck and motorboated their erogenous entirety. The nipple slotting between his fingers like the stalk of a cherry, as he weighed the womanly asset like fresh produce, as he ground the gland against her still sternum like a juice press as if daring any latent lactate to leak from the nestled nipple.

The mare a veritable Venus Madonna, and her Junoesque jugs were enough to stir the salacious snake in his pants as he inched his fingertips over her flustering fun bags. His magic twinkling in the background as he pulled her ever closer like a spider might a fly into its lair as he seemed to envelop her with her more petite body with his boxy frame. The masculinity framing the femininity like a painted doll, as each motion left seductive shudders to ripple through the opulent curves cladding her alluring form. The fallible flesh ripe for the taking, and he began to mash the bountiful breast as though it were a water-balloon on the verge of popping as he let the succulent slab squeeze within his grip like a bruised grapefruit. The teat tilting back slightly as he slotted it into her lagging mouth in a perverted abomination of a suckling sow, as he smirked at the stroke-like expression plastered on her gormless mug.

The fun fleeting though as at any moment a bothersome secretary might walk in on his deprived defiling of a sexy stiff. The limitations of the job catching up to him, but at least he would be able to experience her in her entirety once he had her stowed as a suspicious swelling. The digestive nature of his contract necessary as it was the fastest way to provide the clean disappearance he had been paid for. The man mulling it for a moment more, before without further fanfare he opened his mouth over the conditioned crown of her head and began to swallow…

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A classy business mare has an unpleasant visit from a hired hitman, well for her at least, he seems to be enjoying it. Lucky guy got a full-on meal out of it XD

A fun and sensual snuffing between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) this time featuring a office redshirt. Hope you guys enjoy :)

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