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Yor’s work as an assassin had taken her to some strange places before, places she’d have never otherwise gone too, and had made her do things she’d never thought she’d do in order to get close to a target. What she was doing right now, however, absolutely took the cake for the strangest thing she’d had to do for the Garden.
It had all started with the arrival of a man. Nobody was really sure where he came from, but he appeared to be a man of great wealth and had swiftly integrated himself within the upper ranks of Ostanian society. How fast he had integrated himself is what had caught the Gardens' attention, but that alone wasn’t enough to put a target on him. No, what had made them decide he must be eliminated was that when they tried to investigate his past they simply found nothing. It was as if he had only sprung into existence when he first appeared in Ostania. The only thing they could rule out was him being from the West, which alarmed them even more. Beyond that there were no sure signs of anything suspicious or nefarious, but it was enough for them to send the Thorn Princess after him.
Now actually getting the Thorn Princess to him was a bit more difficult than the usual assassinations, but plans were swiftly put into motion to achieve this, which was why Yor was standing backstage at a black-market auction house, being prepared by attendants to go up on stage and be auctioned off as though she were property and not a person. See, one thing the Garden had found about the man was that he was a fan of ponygirls and was a regular attendee of these illegal auctions. That meant the obvious way to get Thorn Princess in range to kill him was to have him buy her.
To be clear, the Garden didn’t like that the illegal ponygirl auctions were a thing (or at least that was what they had told Yor), but it was a necessary evil as more often than not the women put up on auction were disloyal to Ostania (or so they told Yor, who didn’t think to question it).
Right now Yor was in the process of being dressed up for the auction. The Garden had come up with a cover story of her being the cheating mistress of a politician, who threatened to go to the West with the various state secrets that had been shared with her if her lover didn’t leave his wife for her. Yor was mortified at the idea, but she couldn’t refuse the cover that the Garden had given her, and she did her best to act the part.
Unfortunately, Yor was a horrible actress, and not one person was convinced she was here unwillingly. Fortunately enough women had willingly volunteered for the auction that they just assumed she was one of them and didn’t ask any questions. The staff simply knew better than to ask any questions and ignored her odd behavior, and instead had focused on preparing her outfit.
The outfit Yor had been placed in consisted of a skin-tight black latex bodysuit with zippers at the crotch and breasts, as well as one running along her back. There was also an opening at her ass, where a tail butt plug had been pushed into place. Yor had loudly squealed upon its insertion, having never been penetrated before, and the feeling of it inside of her was awkward to say the least. On her feet were boots shaped like horses hoofs, forcing her to stand on her tip toes constantly. They were awkward to stand on, and Yor had almost fallen over several times now. Her hands were encased in similar hoof-shaped mitts, which balled her hands into fists and ran up to her elbows. Both the boots and the mitts were black in color, blending with the bodysuit. Thankfully a hood hadn’t been added to her ensemble, much to Yor’s relief, though a leather harness was wrapped around her head, all of it connected to a rubber bit gag that was jammed between her teeth, and there was a set of reins attached to it.
Overall it was an outfit Yor didn’t care much for and was quite eager to get out of. Thankfully it was her turn to be brought up on stage and auctioned off, which meant the end was in sight. The women before her had to be dragged on stage crying, but Yor followed her handler without issue. As she was led out on stage her eyes scanned the crowd, her gaze quickly honing in on her target. He was seated around the mid-section, with a woman on either side, both dressed in shiny outfits that seemed to be the same material as Yor’s bodysuit, only their outfits looked like “normal” red and black suits. Yor couldn’t help but think it odd though that both women had white hair, red eyes, and what might be horns, but she dismissed these thoughts. She had a mission to focus on, and right now to fulfill that mission she needed to look as presentable as possible so her target would buy her…
Unfortunately the Gardens plan had one fatal flaw. A significant fatal flaw in fact that would have been caught had the mission not been rushed for some unknown reason. The entire plan hinged upon the target purchasing Yor, and no back up plan had been created for the scenario in which he didn’t buy her, or even bid on her at all. Even more unfortunate was that this was the exact scenario playing out right now. The target hadn’t placed a single bid on her, while the leading bidder was an overweight balding old man who looked at Yor with pure perversion on his face and filled the young woman with an overwhelming urge to stomp his head in.
So, in light of this, Yor did what she thought was the only reasonable thing. In a swift motion she leapt from the stage despite her pony boots, snapping the reins in the process, and landed right in front of the target. She wasn’t really sure how this was going to play out after the fact, escape was unlikely and this was far more public than any killing she’d done before, but she wasn’t going to fail a mission. Balancing on one leg, she drew the other back, winding up a kick. With her normal devastating strength a single strike could be lethal, and she was putting everything she had into this. She couldn’t possibly see any way this could go wrong…
… until the target casually caught her leg a mere inch from his face. A look of sheer confusion appeared on Yor’s face as she tried to process this. Nobody had ever blocked her before, especially not a target who she was told would be defenseless. The Thorn Princess’s eyes went wide and a chill of fear went down her back as her target’s lips curled into a devilish grin, his grip on her leg tightening, forcing her to stay in this position or risk falling over due to the pony boots, before he uttered two sentences that filled Yor with dread she’d never felt before.
“On second thought, I think I would like to buy this one.”
“I want to see the fight disappear from her eyes.”