Spikey Wikey

Chapters

Drunk Rarity
Trusting Twilight
Apple Family Values
Party With Pinkie
Two For One Deal
Intermission
All We Need Is Love
All Day And All Night

Drunk Rarity

Spike slipped into Rarity's workshop, looking around for his favorite mare, hoping to be able to help her with a few things before he went to sleep that night. After all, it wasn't like he was going to get any sleep with Twilight up to her pacing again. Every time he came here he had visions of Rarity asking him to spend the night with her, followed by a hot night full of the sloppy sound of bellies slapping, but he knew that was only a dream. Or at least, he believed so.

"Rarity?" Spike called out, but got no answer. He humed and closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it, then headed up the stairs to her room, "Rarity are you home?"

There he found her in a surprising position. It seemed that she had stumbled into the room just recently and into bed, laying on her side, breathing deeply. Her eyes were open, but glazed over and staring dumbly into thin air as if she didn't even know where she was. Spike blinked slowly as he approached the bed, picking up the obvious smell of alcohol.

"Whoa Rarity, you're wasted," Spike waved his claw in front of her face, "Didn't know you had it in you. Aw well, I'll tuck you in."

Spike started to get a blanket, but then paused just prior to picking it up. Here he was, alone, with Rarity. She was so drunk that there was no way she'd remember tomorrow what might happen tonight. He was within reach of something he had wanted for a very long time, and he felt his shaft sliding slowly from its place at the very thought of it.

He tried to push it from his mind, reminding himself that it would be rape, but still moved slowly up to the bed, even climbing up onto it. As he looked down at her, dazed and unaware, as well as completely helpless, he realized that not only did he not mind that it was rape, but that it turned him on even more that way.

Spike moved close, moving a claw to brush along her underside. He moved her tail out of the way with one hand, his other hand shivering as he felt over her soft pussy and even pressed one finger into her. She certainly wasn't a virgin, and though that disappointed him it wasn't particularly surprising if she secretly liked to get wasted like this. Then again, she wasn't loose either. It would fit snugly around him if he...

He looked at her bedroom door, as if expecting to be caught at any moment, then back at her, his breathing heavier than ever. His shaft was fully at attention by this point, throbbing at the sight of his true love laying vulnerable before him.

"Rarity my love," Spike found himself staying as if to encourage himself, "Oh you are naughty little pony. What's that? You want my throbbing dragon meat inside you?"

He tried to roll her over onto her back, attempting to steady her, but she just rolled over onto her other side, her face still in a dumb gaze, completely unaware of what was going on. He grumbled, then looked around the room before locating several large pillows. Moving from her side, he went around to gather them, then managed to situate them around her in such a way that he was finally able to prop her onto her back.

Spike stared at her there, on her back now with her hind legs splayed out and her pure white slit displayed before him, and felt both his eagerness and confidence grow, "Oh you are a slut, Rarity. Don't you worry, I'll sate that beautiful pussy of yours." Spike had learned a lot of words by reading some of Twilight's romance novels without her knowledge.

Spike took a deep breath, one claw running its fingers over her cunt lips again, then realized that it was actually more arousing to not pretend at all, but to full grasp what he was doing, "All drunk and sprawled out... time to get that pussy raped." With that he pulled himself atop her, panting loudly as he positioned himself.

For a moment he just lay his shaft against her slit, feeling the warmth against his young virgin cock. He savored the moment. This was it. After so long he was going to get what he wanted, whether Rarity wanted to give it to him or not.

"Rape," Spike repeated, as if he was enjoying the way the word rolled off his ears, "Serves you right for being such a cock-tease to me." With that, he lined up his shaft, and pressed it forward. It took the inexperienced male several jabs to get himself to the right angle, but soon he popped inside of her with a slippery sound. He pressed all the way in on the first thrust and his scales met her fur with a delightful slap.

Rarity's eyes just stared upwards, seeming to not even realize what was going on, even making a rude belching noise that was quite unlike her. Spike might have chuckled, if not for the severe distraction of his first ever feel of hot female tunnel around his shaft. For a moment he was frozen stiff, his muscled tensed up, his body shaking violently as if freezing cold.

"Oh fuck yes," Spike spoke above a whisper for the first time, totally getting into it, "Take it bitch! We'll see how you like waking up with a juice filled cunt and not knowing whose it is!" He gripped his claws against her belly, licking at her chest since his head didn't make it all the way to her face, and started thrusting his hips.

He grew quiet for long enough to enjoy the wet noise that he was making. The suction noise of his cock stretching her hole out and making her juice drool down their thighs, the sound of bodies slamming together, and the sound of the bed creaking under their motions as he violated her, was so very wonderful.

He felt his cock throb again, splurting pre to coat the insides of her rippling tunnel, and probably wouldn't have lasted more than a minute longer had it not been for a distraction.

Rarity gagged, a grotesque noise coming from her throat, and she vomited, the smell of alcohol growing even stronger as the brief fountain of goo splattered her face. What's more, it filled her mouth with a puddle, and it became quickly obvious that if her head wasn't turned sideways she would be in some trouble.

Spike's first reaction was to reach upwards to her head, even breaking the penetration as he moved up onto her body, but then he paused, looking into her eyes. They rolled back, and he felt her chest heaving as she tried to get breaths, choking on her own shame and vomit.

"Oh wow.... this is... incredible!" Spike moved instead to make sure the pillows were arranged neatly around her head and that she wouldn't accidentally turn it to one side to release the puddle of vomit. He then slid himself back down her form, moving to penetrate her more easily this time, his eyes locked on her struggling face, his claws moving over her heaving chest and belly with delight, and what had been romantic, slow thrusting becoming rapid hammering motions into her.

Just a little while, he thought. What could it hurt? He'd turn her head in a bit, and she'd never know any better when she woke up and felt a bit woozy. She was going to have a monster hangover anyway, so what difference would it make?

He started thrusting faster, his whole body shaking violently as he smacked against her, his cock near climax, desperately trying to hold it back so he could make this moment last as long as possible. His claws dug into her fur, dragging across her body and leaving little marks there.

"Oh yeah," Spike grunted, his eyes locked onto her own panicked gaze, "Just a little more. Watching you choke while I rape your cock-tease of a cunt is so hot, Rarity! You would have never put out for me on your own, would you? The only thing better than fucking your helpless drunk body will be fucking your corpse!"

That last part slipped out without him meaning to say it, at first at least. He felt ashamed initially, but didn't stop his violating thrusts into the drunk mare's rape-hole. He soon came to a further realization, that he wanted to see her die. He moved one claw to feel over her chest, feeling the thump thump of her heart beating, the other continuing to claw slowly from chest to belly as he enjoyed the chest heaving.

His shaft felt like he would explode at any time, each slap building further and further, but he fought to hold it back. No, he wanted to feel the wonderful clench of a dying mare around his recently virgin cock before blowing his load in the corpse of his lover, "That's it, fucking die!"

Rarity's eyes locked onto his, showing a moment of realization. Was she not quite as unaware as he thought? She gurgled, her muzzle mouthing the word 'Spike no' as she struggled to turn her head, but in her inebriated, suffocating state she was too weak to do so.

Spike felt himself alive with pleasure, the knowledge that she realized what he was doing hitting him in a wave of pleasure, "Oh fuck yes! It's me Spike, and I'm raping you while you choke on your own vomit! Enjoy it while you can! Bet you wish you'd put out for me before now, huh?"

Rarity's body was now shaking, the vomit oozing out of her mouth, almost shaking enough of it out before she vomited again, filling it up again to overflowing, forming a puddle around her head. Her eyes rolled back, her body still shivering, and Spike felt the most arousing thing in the world. He felt her heart stop beating.

What's more, another ripple of spasms ripped through her body, making her tunnel clench hard around his cock. He blew his load in the most intense orgasm he could have imagined, maybe the best one that he would ever have, his sperm coating the inside of her cunt as he hosed her insides down. He kept thrusting to pack his sperm into her newly minted corpse, his claws digging into her body as he kept shoving.

Eventually he came to a stop, staring down at her, his cock still hard. He pulled himself back, letting out a shocked yelp as he realized what he had done. Coming to his senses, he crawled up onto her again, yanking away a pillow and turning her head to the side. The vomit spilled out, but her face stayed still. No breathing. Her eyes stayed frozen open in the look of terror that she had worn as her soul left her body.

"I... I killed her," Spike wasn't sure if he was more excited or horrified, or just both.

But she was dead, right? It wasn't like there was anything that could be done now, and she was still warm, so he may as well enjoy her again while he could. He moved the pillows, allowing her to slump to one side, then rolled her fully over onto her belly. As her body was growing a bit stiffer, he found it easier to position her with legs spread and rump slightly poked into the air.

He moved his claws over her beautiful behind, then pulled himself closer to her, panting as he lay his still hard cock between her cheeks. Moving one claw down to get some goo from her drooling dead cunt, he jammed a few fingers into her asshole and lubricated her there. He then pushed his cock tip against her rear entry and pressed forward.

He couldn't believe it. Here he was having raped and murdered the mare he loved, and now he was fucking her corpse up the ass. It felt wonderful, the stretch of dead flesh still pressing around his cock, even without the muscle spasms that had accompanied his first time. He gripped her ass and kept fucking harder.

"I was right... this is hot..." Spike started to get used to the idea, slapping his hips harder against her rump cheek. He didn't try to hold back this time, and soon was spewing a second load into the deceased Rarity's tailhole.

"Ahhhh!" a scream from half way across the room suddenly got Spike's attention. It was Sweetie Belle, apparently having come over to get something she had forgotten, now staring at Spike fucking her very dead sister up the ass, Rarity's drooling cunt showing her that he had gotten that first.

Spike jerked back to awareness, and knew he couldn't waste any time. His body filled with adrenaline as he sped over to Sweetie Belle, who was already out of Rarity's door. Luckily for Spike, her panic caused her to stumble at the stairs, flailing down them with a series of yelps and landing hard at the bottom. Dazed, she gave the dragon enough time to reach her.

Spike's mind filled with options. He could threaten her to be quiet? No it wouldn't work. He'd have to kill her... but why just kill her? It'd be a shame if her body went to waste after all. Sweetie was young, after all, and probably a virgin. A squirmy underage virgin on his own underage cock sounded like something Spike could go for even after all his fun with Rarity.

Spike pinned her to the floor, trying to hold Sweetie on her back, but she squirmed mightily and gave him quite a bit more fight than he expected. His claws clenched at her, but her flailing hooves were close to knocking him senseless. He knew he couldn't let her escape.

His draconic instincts swept in finally, the dragon drawing a full breath and blowing a spout of flame right into Sweetie's face, causing her screaming to raise a few pitches. He didn't stop, belching out breath after breath. Soon she stopped trying to kick at him and just tried to turn around to run, which only meant her other side got equally toasted. Finally, the foal flopped to the ground, body spasming, barely able to move at all and her screams having become weak wimpers. Spike felt a wash of warm fluid below as she pissed herself.

Spike gasps as he looked down at her. Sweetie's entire upper body was charred. Her mane was burned off, her coat missing patches, shriveled and charred skin showing beneath it, leaking blood as if all one big wound. He moved to kick her over, then stared at her face. Her mouth was wide open, gagging now, her eyelids burned off so she couldn't close her charred eyes, perhaps blinded either way.

Spike felt disgusted at himself and the sight before him... then felt his cock grow rock hard in anticipation.

"Well, least your bottom half is intact, that's all I need," Spike smirked, pulling her hind legs apart and watching them fall limp, "Looks like you're going to die in agonizing pain... good. Guess what I'm gonna do while you do that?"

He leaned forward, nipping at her cheek, tearing a bit of the charred flesh off, then wrapping his tongue against it and swallowing it down. He moved his cock to her little slit, pressing forward. He had a bit of trouble entering her again, as she was in fact virgin, but once he got into her, it was even better than Rarity's. It was so tight, so fresh, and already throbbing from Sweetie's agonizing pain.

Spike watched Sweetie's face as she quietly, tearlessly sobbed, and leaned forward to kiss her deeply. He started fucking her rapidly right off the bat, feeling her virgin blood drool down his thighs as his baby dragon cock started to rape into her foal cunt. His claws gripped her shoulders as he rammed his hips, dragging the claws down to cut through the injured flesh like butter, showing muscles beneath.

"Fuck... yes... die..." Spike arched his back, clenching his teeth and pulling her tongue out as he moved, starting to chew it down like a juicy little treat and eliciting another shriek from Sweetie Belle. He moved his claws to her throat, and dug in sharply, squeezing and twisting, grinning as he watched her expression change from her air being cut off.

He hammered harder into her young juicy cunt as he strangled her. He savored every expression on her charred face just as much as he savored the warm wet feel of her pussy around his shaft, and soon he was expelling yet another load into the body of an unwilling or dead female.

In this case it was both once again, as he realized little Sweetie was now just as much a corpse as her big sister, though certainly not looking as well for it.

Spike leaned back against the wall nearby, pulling Sweetie's head over towards him, casually flipping her over onto her belly and moving a claw to her maw. He casually used a claw to gouge out each of her teeth in turn, then brought her bleeding dead mouth to his shaft again, allowing the blood and puss to ooze down over it before starting to fuck the corpse's face.

"Aw yeah," Spike panted, pushing the head of Sweetie's corpse up and down on his shaft, "You the man Spike."

Trusting Twilight

Spike woke up early the next morning. There was a cold feeling in his lap, and it took him a while to remember that it was Sweetie's corpse. He remembered having finished in her mouth, then falling asleep as he slowly pushed himself back into her pussy.

His cock was still inside her pussy, but it was now sticky and unlubed. He pulled her corpse off of his shaft, making a sickeningly moist noise, but it felt too dry to shove back in.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly felt terrified at what he had done. Rarity and Sweetie were dead. How long would it be before someone knew? The next time someone came to her shop, because there was no way he would clean up all this blood and burn marks.

He had to think fast. He left Sweetie and Rarity where they lay, and went to the craft table to get some markers. He made a sign that proclaimed that Rarity and Sweetie Belle had went on vacation, hoping that would buy him more time to decide what to do with their corpses.

He knew he should get rid of the corpses right away, but something made him unwilling to fully dispose of them. He bathed quickly in Rarity's tub, scrubbing hard to get all the corpse-smell off of him, and left the shop when he thought no one was looking, heading back towards Twilight's tree house.

He staggered home, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, mind still slowly coping with what he had done. Luckily it was too early for many ponies to be out to notice him. He panicked, wondering what he was going to do. Maybe if they found the two corpses, they would just assume someone else did it. It wasn't like they could tell whose cum that was drooling from their cunts... or could they? Was there a spell for that? Spike wished he'd paid more attention to Twilight's droning on about magic. On top of that, there wasn't exactly a lot of people in town that could easily burn their victims.

Maybe he should get rid of the corpses somewhere and just let them find the bloody spots. He should have already done that. Several times he stopped, thinking he should go back and take care of it, but couldn't get himself to go back there.

When he arrived, Twilight was up early studying as usual, and didn't seem bothered that he had been out.

"Hey Spike," said Twilight idly as she flipped a page, "Your chore list is over there."

Twilight waved a hoof at another table and then went back to reading.

"Oh okay, I'll get right on that! Of course! Um... happy to oblige." He tried to not act nervous, but his voice was shaking... his whole body was shaking, both in terror of being caught and arousal at the thoughts of what he had done.

He walked over to the list, putting one hand on it, but not reading it. Instead he turned to look back towards Twilight. There she was, reading a book, her rump facing him. Her tail swayed slightly, allowing him just a glimpse of her slit in passing, and he felt his shaft stirring within its pouch. Twilight was a hot geek, there was no denying it, and his fantasies with her pre-dated his fantasies with Rarity. He had wanted a go at Twilight ever since he knew what a go was.

But how could he fuck her? She was the best mage in Ponyville and one of the best in Equestria, and now even a princess as well. What was her weakness? His only advantage over her was that she trusted him and would do what he asked within reason, but how to use that against her?

He stood there, holding the list, his mind spinning. Maybe he could poison her somehow, but where would he get poison? And where would he get poison that was fast enough to render her helpless? But no, poison that was that fast would be too lethal, and if she died too fast it wouldn't be any fun.

"Spike?" Twilight looked back at him, "Are you okay?"

"Oh uh sure!" Spike quickly turned, hoping she didn't notice his throbbing erection, "I'll get started um..." He looked at the list, "Um, sweep the lab, I'll do that first."

He took a deep breath, hands shaking as he took hold of the broom, then tried to hold it so that his cock wouldn't be visible as he walked towards the basement door. He pushed it open and slid through quickly, heading down the stairs towards the lab.

Had he really just been thinking about ways to rape and kill his mistress? Yes. Yes he had, and the thought was so hot in his mind. He started to slowly stroke his shaft as he headed down the stairs, putting the broom aside at the bottom. He was about to sit down and concentrate on stroking it for a while, but his masturbation was put on hold as his eyes moved across the lab.

Hmmm... what kind of things did Twilight have here? There were plenty of potions, maybe there was a poison for him? He looked through the potion rack, sifting through them. Most of them were completely innocent medical potions. There was a purple fluid marked as a blood clotting agent and another marked as a regeneration potion. Another was a special acid that would soften things meant to be sawed or torn off, which would have really helped Spike on a few chores if she had told him about it before. It must have been pretty new. The only other one of interest was a clear gel marked "hyper synthetic lubricant', for which Spike could think of a few obvious uses that Twilight may have missed, including a pair of dried corpses.

There was nothing more useful though, not in the open shelves. For a moment he pondered just going and fucking Rarity again, but wait... there was the boxes that she told him to never look in... what was in those?

He walked over to the lab counter, taking the key that Twilight had left there. She was always clumsy with things like that, but she had complete trust in Spike after all. He'd never take the key and snoop in places that she told him not to. Then again, she also thought that he never read the books from the adult shelf of the library. Such a trusting soul.

He unlocked the chest and opened it up, glancing quickly over the contents. It was only a matter of time before she would realize he was taking a long time down here, so he had to be fast. Each set of bottles was complete with a small card that outlined their effects. The first one he picked up was a bright pink fluid in a small corked container, labeled 'Love Potion'. Well that sounded promising.

A look at the card that went with it confirmed. "Aphrodisiac," Spike read, "Victim will have uncontrollable urge to have sex with anyone they see. Lasts about four hours. DO NOT USE MORE THAN ONE DOSE." His cock was so hard that it literally hurt after reading that. He had really hit the jackpot; who would have thought Twilight would have experimented with such. It made him wonder who or what she experimented with it on.

Spike put the bottle down and picked up a thick green waxy substance. This one read "Paralytic gel. Victim will be completely paralyzed for three to five hours.Victim will be fully aware, feeling and senses are heightened when affected."

This was perfect! Spike stopped for a moment, holding a bottle of each in each claw. Which should he use... it'd be pretty amusing to have Twilight act like a slut for him, but on the other claw he didn't know how aggressive she might become. On top of that, it wouldn't necessarily keep her from minding when he started with the killing part. No, he had a better idea for what to do with the fuck potion. He put that one back in the box.

The gel would be perfect for what he wanted to do, as would several of her other potions. Then after she was dead, he'd have plenty of time to check out the rest of her secret stash and maybe even search for more. There were several chests full, so there was no telling what he'd find!

Spike poked around the lab until he found a nice roomy medical bag, which he began to load with what he would need. On one side he placed a paralytic, a blood clotting agent, a regeneration potion, and a softening acid, as well as some lubricant so he could get into that choice ass. He fumbled through the tools in the lab, placing a bone saw, pliers, needle and thread, and an xacto knife set in the other side of the bag.

Spike took a deep breath as he finished packing the bag and buttoned it closed. Was he really going to do this? Rape and murder his life long mentor? His mind still had some nagging doubts, but his throbbing fuck spire had none. And anyway what the hell? They were going to figure out he did Rarity and Sweetie Belle at some point, so he may as well get a few more under his belt before somepony stopped him.

Spike grabbed the broom again, carrying it in one claw with the bag in the other, carefully covering his erection once again. When he opened the door back into the library, Twilight was still reading, and barely glanced at him in passing before going back to the book at hoof.

Spike put down the broom, then casually walked into the kitchen. He pulled open the bag on the counter, tossed a butcher knife in there for good measure, then found a large wooden spoon, one that he would usually use for things like stirring up cake batter. He was afraid to actually touch the paralysis gum, so instead scooped it out of the bottle with a smaller spoon then smudged the thick substance on the large wooden spoon.

"Let's see if Twilight is as trusting as I think," Spike smirked at himself, then turned to walk back into the main library room.

Twilight didn't pay any attention to him this time, or at least she didn't stop to question why he was carrying around one of her medical bags in one claw and a spoon in the other. He casually placed the bag on the floor some distance away, took another deep breath, and approached her with the spoon. He stood around the edge of the desk so that she couldn't see how very happy he was.

"Hey Twi, did you want to taste some of the cake batter I'm making? I'm not sure it's just right." Spike said, holding up the spoon.

"Huh?" Twilight looked up from her book, "Oh... you were making cake? Did you finish your chores?"

"Of course!" said Spike, holding the spoon up towards her mouth.

"Oh wow," said Twilight, "I must have been reading for longer than I thought. Um... sure I'll taste it." She stopped to smell it, "What is this? It smells familiar but..."

"It's um... something of a surprise," said Spike, "Go on and taste!"

"Well okay." Twilight didn't question Spike's intentions, of course. How could she ever guess that her number one assistant had it out for her?

Twilight took a large bunch of the goo into her mouth, and immediately made a face of disgust. She looked down at Spike, who looked back up at her with the cutest, most hopeful face he could manage. She apparently couldn't bare to disappoint him, so she swallowed the clump of slime down her throat.

"Well that was... wait what... I can't.. I can't...." Twilight's speech quickly began to slur, and she stumbled about. Finally she couldn't hold herself up anymore, tumbling to the floor, banging her head on the edge of the desk as she did so.

"Pretty good right?" Spike grinned.

Spike no longer bothered to hide his mood, walking back over to the medical bag and casually carrying it back to Twilight, dragon cock throbbing and bouncing in front of him as he walked. He calmly scraped what was left on the spoon into Twilight's mouth, then scraped what was left in the bottle too. She could barely shake her head as he pushed it to the back of her throat until reflex caused her to swallow all of it down. Once she had the whole bottle in her, she wasn't going to be shaking anything for a while.

The first thing Spike did was go to the front door of the library, turning around the sign to say 'closed', locking the door behind him as he came back inside. He went to each window, making sure each one was shut and locked with curtains pulled shut. Twilight's stupid owl was out right now, so he didn't want him coming back early and wandering in one of the windows.

When he returned, Twilight was predictably where he had left her. Her eyes tried to follow him, but she seemed to have trouble even moving those. She lay there on her belly with all four legs sprawled out, wings loosely unfolded, and muzzle hanging open. She had a cute little bit of saliva drooling from the edge of her helpless face.

"Perfect," said Spike, licking his lips with his long forked tongue, "I'm gonna fuck every hole you have, Twi, but not before some... alterations."

He dragged the medical bag over to her, then dumped the contents on the floor in front of her, making sure that she could see all the items he had brought. She actually managed to widen her eyes slightly as she got a good look at the equipment. It was good to know she was still fully aware.

"First things first," Spike said, "I don't want you dieing before you have permission to."

Spike rolled her over onto her back so that her muzzle faced upwards, and grabbed two of the potions, the blood clotting agent and the regeneration potion. He slowly poured them into her muzzle, allowing her gag reflex to swallow them down, and didn't stop until they were completely drained. There. That should hopefully keep her alive a lot longer than she should be.

Spike pulled the hacksaw up where she could see it, and as she watched, spread the magic acid potion across the blade, making sure it was soaked. He then casually rolled her back onto her stomach and moved to climb up onto her back, sitting at her shoulders so that his shaft pressed into her soft mane. He turned her head to one side and held her head steady with one claw as he placed the blade against the base of her horn.

It was his understanding that damage to a unicorn's horn was the most painful thing one could do to them, but he was going to do a lot more than damage it. He placed the saw blade at the base of her horn and began to drag it back and forth, pressing as hard as he could. Normally he wouldn't have been able to even make a mark, but the soaked blade glowed a light blue and it began to slowly chisel at her horn.

Horns were the hardest bone on a unicorn, so even with the potion it was no small feat. It took him thirty minutes of exhaustive sawing to get to the other side. Exhausting, but completely worth it. His excitement gave him all the energy he needed, and it felt nice to slowly thrust his shaft through her mane as he worked on the horn.

When it finally broke free of her head, Twilight's body was shaking violently despite her paralysis. Spike grinned as he took hold of the horn, then leaned forward and dropped it on the floor in front of her, allowing it to roll away as she watched in helpless horror.

"Well, may as well take care of these too while I'm up here."

Spike turned around atop her, now facing her wings instead of her hornless head. He took his time moving her right wing into position allowing her to feel the movement and anticipate what she no doubt knew was coming. When the blade finally sank into the flesh at the base of her wing, her body managed to jerk slightly, making him pause for a moment to make sure nothing was wearing off. No? Good.

He continued to saw, tearing through flesh and sinew, watching as her blood oozed from the wound and drooled a small puddle on the floor. Still, it wasn't much blood considering what he was doing, so the medical potions must have been helping. Once he ran out of muscle, he pressed the saw hard to grind into her wing joint, pulling the bone apart; it was a good deal easier than her horn had been, but still tough. Finally the bone snapped, and he was left only with the flesh on the other side of the joint. He put the saw aside and twisted the wing with both his hands, letting the muscle and skin tear apart with a bloody squish.

He tossed the wing behind him, where it landed on the floor and twitched reflexively for almost a minute before ceasing to move. Spike chuckled, then pulled her other wing up to start on it. He knew a good bit of time was passing, so he really tried to go faster. When he was almost through the bone this time, he stopped and twisted the wing a bit early, letting the remainder of the bone snap into shards, made brittle by the acid.

"Well, this is going pretty well, huh Twi? Two limbs down and four to go... well five including your tail, either way let's roll you over." Spike slid off of her and pushed her over. He tried to roll her onto her back, but she wouldn't stay that way, so he sufficed with her being on her side. He sat down, throbbing cock inches from Twilight's face as he hummed and gave the blade a new coating of potion.

Since she was on her left side, her right legs were next. He started with the hind leg, trying hard to make sure he cut at the very base. It bled more than the wings. When he cut through the main artery it sprayed for a few seconds, coating Spike's front with blood, but quickly tapered off as the magic healed her just behind the saw blade. It healed fast enough to keep her from bleeding to death, but slow enough to allow Spike to keep cutting. Her leg was harder to twist free, taking a few minutes and four turns before it popped off. The whole process on her front right was easier, cutting through the joint before pulling out the bits of excess bones in the wound.

When Spike pushed her over to her right side, he noticed that her face was becoming more expressive, scrunching up in agony, her eyes wide and following him whenever he was in view. She had started to cry as well, silent tears streaming down her face. When he grabbed hold of her remaining hind leg, he felt it weakly twitch as if trying to get away.

"Hmm. I don't know if it's been three whole hours yet, but I guess it doesn't matter if you come out of it a bit early. Not like you're going anywhere." Spike chuckled, then started on her remaining legs. He whistled while he worked, casually depriving her of her remaining two limbs and tossing them onto the pile of Twilight parts. Her tail was last, and came off with a quick few slices of the blade. He teasingly tickled her nose with it before it joined the pile.

"Aw yeah..." Spike looked over his work, slowly stroking himself off as he looked her over. "You probably think it's rape time, but I want to wait until the paralysis wears off so I can hear you scream." He looked to the pile of limbs and back at her, "Hm, but can't have anyone overhearing you, I better move you into the basement so nopony will be able to hear you."

The limbs were transferred downstairs one at a time, and tossed into another pile. Twilight was dragged to the staircase by her head, then rolled down it, grunting with each step as she went down. Twilight rolled almost the whole way down and landed atop the pile of her own limbs.

Spike left her there and took a break, casually going upstairs to grab a snack, which mostly consisted of ice cream since Twilight couldn't stop him. It was surprising to him that he was tired, but not exhausted. It was like he was running on a chemical high being so horny.

When he came downstairs, she was still incapacitated and unable to speak, "Hmmm, I need something to pass the time... oh I know! I want you to be perfect after all."

He used his xacto knives to cut excess flesh from her legs, then used the thread and needle to neatly sew patches over the exposed bone where her limbs had been. He took his time on the first one, making sure the fur was facing right, and it didn't turn out half bad when he was done. When he was done, he took a few steps back to admire his work. She was smoothly furred all over her body, keeping her soft on all sides.

"Heh, you look like a giant purple bean," laughed Spike, sitting at the base of the stairs, "Course we know what you really are, my slutty fuck-pillow."

"S-sss-... pike." Twilight managed to mumble.

"Oh you're done?" asked Spike, "Can you talk?"

"Spike," Twilight said through fresh tears, "Why? How could you? W..what did I do to deserve.. this?"

"I guess that's a yes!" Spike ignored her own questions, grinning as he stood up, moving back to where Twilight lay on her back, "And if you can talk, you can sob and scream. This is gonna be SO hot."

"Spike you can't..."

"Just watch me, you're my number one fuck-pillow Twilight."

He moved to her belly, shivering as he reached to pet a claw over her tight little slit. He fingered along her labia, twirling one claw around and around before slowly prodding inside. It felt like she still had her virginity in tact..

"Oh good, I was worried you wouldn't be a virgin after finding your aphrodisiac stash," said Spike, lowering his head to inches from her cunt and taking a deep breath, "Though I don't know, maybe you just used a spell to make yourself a virgin again. I guess it doesn't matter now."

Twilight was quiet, gritting her teeth as hard as she could, keeping her lips sealed. Though she blushed at the talk of her virginity, she didn't answer or speak up, apparently determined to not give him the satisfaction of her screams. Spike would just have to hurt her enough to change that.

His body shook so violently that he could barely hold onto her, more aroused than he had ever been in his life. Not even Rarity could have gotten him this hot. Twilight was his protector, his mentor, she may as well have been his mother, and he was repaying her with the cruelest death he could imagine. It was terrible, an innocent being put through this for no more reason than to get his rocks off.

He no longer felt guilty though. The feeling of betrayal only made it hotter for him. Doing this to somepony that deserved it wouldn't have been even half as fun. This was the best feeling in the world, the feeling of having an innocent life in his claws, his to torture and snuff out at will. It was even better that it was one of the most powerful beings in Equestria at his mercy; so much for her shiny alicorn magic.

Spike enjoyed the feel of his throbbing cock against her warm pussy, but as he slid the front of his cock against it, it was obvious that she was dry as sandpaper. It couldn't be helped, he supposed, as much pain as she was in, but it was easily solved. Retrieving the bottle of lubricant, he gave his cock a quick coating, rubbing himself all over from tip to balls.

When he placed his tip against her entrance again, and pushed forward, her lips parted easily and he felt her hymen stretching against him. Another push, and he snapped through it, eliciting an involuntary grunt from his victim. He sank deeper, her warm walls pressing in from all sides, squeezing and trying to force him out, only making it all the more wonderful for him.

"Aw yeah... that's it." Spike didn't stop until his belly smacked against her belly, allowing himself to enjoy the full immersion before pulling back and starting smooth motions into her. He began slowly, enjoying ever inch of her insides, feeling his meat against every tensing muscle inside of her, angling himself about to feel every part of her he could.

Twilight still managed to not make any noise above a periodic grunting, but Spike didn't care. He was too into the moment, finally sinking his dick into his favorite mare. His favorite unwilling, terrified, agonized mare, making it all the more intense. Soon he was hammering himself into her as fast as he could, claws gripping hard where her hind legs had once been. He didn't hold back anything, arching his back and moaning out, "Oh fuck yeah! Finally I get what I deserve! Not such an all-powerful Princess now, just my all-powerful cock puppet!"

So excited was he, that Spike didn't notice as his own body began to change. So aroused for such a long time, it began to work at his body the same way his greed had previously. His muscles ached, his scales stretched out, and his body grew. Bigger and bigger, until finally he was face to face with Twilight.

Twilight's eyes were closed tight, but she didn't need to see to know something was changing. Spike's shaft throbbed larger each time he thrusts it in, the feeling of her pussy growing tighter and tighter driving him on. Her labia stretched until it felt like it would snap, and her entire tunnel began to spasm from the treatment. She couldn't help it, her pussy started salivating profusely, drooling her juice down Spike's balls and thighs.

Twilight opened her eyes, staring into the face of her former assistant, taking in the uncontrolled arousal etched into his face. Finally she forgot herself, crying out loudly, her silence broken as she started to sob outright, choking on her words. "No Spike, you can't do this... you'll never fo.. rgive yourself please... please... PLEASE JUST STOP FUCKING ME."

"Aw yeah!" Spike's voice was an octave deeper, "That's it, scream for me you delicious little fucktoy! Sob for me!"

The sound of her sobbing, the feel of her pussy reaching its limits, it was too much for Spike. He roared loudly, arching his back again as he shot his thick dragon spunk into her unwilling cum-trap. Her belly swelled, then the excess seed splurted out about the penetration point, leaving both their thighs soaked with her juices.

Spike didn't even slow down. He jerked his cock out of her pussy, and rammed his tip against her tail hole instead, though it wasn't much of a tail hole anymore without a tail. Coated with both the lubricant and Twilight's juices, he slid in easily, going ball deep on the first thrust as he stretched out her tight ass even more than her ruined cunt.

Twilight screamed, but Spike was beyond even understanding her as he ravaged her second hole. Rather than draining him, the experience was actually driving him on, his thrusting becoming more and more violent as his claws started to poke through her flesh like nails. He roared into her sobbing face, then ran his tongue across her eyes to lap up the puddled tears in each.

He didn't last even half the time on his second go, not holding back at all. Soon her asshole was getting a thick coat of cum all over her insides, splattering out the same as had done before, her sphincter torn and bleeding. Still, he continued to ram his cock into her for a full minute longer before even realizing that he had came.

Finally, his thrusting subsided. He blinked down at her, suddenly realizing that he was looking down at her face instead of her belly. He pulled himself back, freeing himself of her ass with a delicious slurp, and looked at both of his hands. His eyes went from those to his cock, and from there back to Twilight.

"Well well!" Spike laughed, "Looks like I had more fun than I even expected." His stomach growled, "Man but now I'm starved."

Without hesitation, Spike picked up one of Twilight's hind legs in both claws and brought it up to his mouth. He bit down hard, tearing into the flesh, pulling chunk after chunk free and swallowing it down, barely chewing. As Twilight watched, he skeletized the first limb and started on her other hind leg, savoring each choice bit of pony meat. It was unbelievably delicious, better than anything he'd ever had. He could really get used to this!

"Maybe I should find a lair where I can hide and keep all the bodies," Spike said idly between bites as he walked around Twilight with her leg still in his hands, "What do you think Twi?"

"Spike," Twilight murmured, "If you have any love or respect left for me, please kill me now."

"Oh no," said Spike, tearing another chunk of flesh and then tossing the leg back into the pile, "I'm not done with you yet. I'm not killing you until I'm satisfied with how much you've suffered. Besides, you have one more hole I haven't fucked."

"I..." Twilight, "Better knock me out so I don't bite down."

Spike shook his head, "As if you even have the strength. Still, you're right, your teeth are sort of uncomfortable. Where did I put that hammer?"

Spike held her head down with one claw, gripping the hammer with the other. He casually began hammering at the side of her muzzle, hitting her as hard as he could, grinning when she started sobbing again. A dozen or so hits on one side, he turned her head over and started hammering the other side. When he finally stopped, Twilight yelled something else, but it was hard to understand her now.

"Oh just stop, I'm not gonna kill you til I've fucked your face." Spike said. He felt around her gums, "Aw man, your jaw bones splintered, now they're in the way as well. Oh well I'll just pull the whole thing off.

As Twilight choked on blood and tears, Spike pulled hard on her lower jaw, twisting it until it finally popped out of joint, then twisting it more, ripping flesh and sinew until it finally came free. He idly picked the meat off of it and swallowed it down as he looked her over again.

"Hm, your upper muzzle's still in the way."

Grabbing the saw again, Spike held her head steady as he sawed through her upper muzzle, flush with her face. She screamed the best she could, tongue flapping about comically as it hanged out of her face hole. Cutting was much easier now that Spike had increased in strength and had a bit of flesh to eat, and soon enough it popped free as well, leaving just a gaping hole where her face had been.

"There we go, just a soft throat to push my dick into. Guess you can't talk anymore, though." Spike chuckled at the feral bellow she made instead, "Man you can still scream though."

Her scream was cut off mid-wail as Spike pushed his cock against the hole in her face. Saying she deep throated him wouldn't give the act justice; her throat was all that was left. He pushed his cock in deeply, not stopping until his swinging balls smacked against her loose tongue. The vibration from her attempted screams was exquisite around his cock, and he rolled his eyes back as he began to hammer into her once again.

He gripped her head in both claws, holding her neck straight so that he could thrust directly into her, the shape of his cock causing her throat to bulge as it passed through her. Feeling her gag harder and harder against his cock drove him onward, pounding her face even harder than he had her pussy,

The potions must have been wearing off, because she was bleeding far more now than before. He could feel the blood pouring down his thighs, drooling from his swinging balls, and puddling on the floor beneath them. Twilight had gone limp, but he could still feel her gagging and see her eyes staring up at him, begging him to finish her off.

He didn't like being stared at, so he dug his thumbs into her eye sockets, pressing his claw into them to pop her eyes like grapes within their sockets. The noise she made was amazing, a fierce bellow, broken by the bubbling blood, mucus, and vomit drooling from her face as he pounded her.

He tried hard to hold in his orgasm for as long as he could, but it was just too much. He roared loud enough to shake the lab, and slammed himself down into her gut several more times before exploding within her. Her throat was hosed down, her belly expanding as her stomach ballooned up with cum, replacing what she had vomited out. Spike kept hammering his hips until he felt empty once again, then slowed his thrusting to a crawl, just enjoying the warmed around his throbbing shaft.

"Wow you're bleeding bad, I guess you'll be dead soon huh," Spike panted.

He had to admit that he was a bit disappointed in her dieing, but was sure that no potion cramming would help her at this point. She'd be dead within a few hours regardless of what he did. It was tempting to just let her suffer for a long as he could keep her conscious, but all the activity had him hungry again. He wondered if still living flesh tasted better than dead flesh.

He pulled his cock out of her, a thick coat of red decorating it and drooling down onto the floor. He rolled her over, licking his lips as he looked over his prey. "This is it Twilight. No more bossing me around, no more lists, time for you to go away forever."

He slid his claws down her front from neck to cunt, opening her up to get a good look at his feast. He pulled her flesh outward, and chuckled at how her insides seemed to spasm at the feel of cool air upon them. He went right for what he wanted, wrapping his teeth around her bloated stomach and pulling back. He began to gnaw on it, blood and his own cum drooling out of the side of his face like a flesh pastry.

Spike didn't stop there. He pulled out her intestines, gnawing them down as if they were a thick noodle, rolling his eyes back at the taste. Who would have thought that part would be so delicious?

He wasn't sure at what point she died, so excited that he didn't really notice when her heart stopped. She was very dead by the time he was pulling out her lungs and heart. He didn't stop until she was nearly hollowed out, and his own tummy was distending with the amount of meat he had taken in.

He leaned back, patting his belly and listing to it growl as it ground down his favorite pony's insides. He'd have to figure out what to do with Twilight's body, not to mention how to get all her stuff somewhere else, but that could wait until tonight. For now life was good.

Apple Family Values

Spike idly slumped back against one wall of the cave, legs spread. In his lap, he idly pushed his shaft into the neck hole of Rarity's severed head, his tip exiting her mouth in a somewhat comical manner. Comical to him at least. He groaned in pleasure as he gripped it in both claws, the rotting flesh of her throat gripping firmly about his shaft. He had barely rested all night, dozing for only a few hours before waking again and immediately reaching for the head.

Next to him was the small corpse-pile of Twilight, Sweetie Belle, and the rest of Rarity. Twilight had been all but skeletized, as had Sweetie Belle's upper half. Rarity was more or less complete, aside from the obvious head severing. Not to mention her body had been used for fun more than the others, there were few places inside or outside that she hadn't gotten a layer of cum. The pile smelled by now, but Spike had grown to like the corpse stench.

Spike had found this cave last night after Twilight's delicious murder, and moved his corpses here under cover of dark. Not to mention Twilight's entire potion stash, not all of which he had even taken the time to look at. He had enough potion supplies to last him for a while at least.

There was no doubt that the blood stains at the library had been found by now. He wondered if he was considered a missing dragon or a prime suspect. It would all come down to how good the other Princesses were at identifying dried cum, and he had no doubt all three of them would be on the case. The idea of them coming for him should have frightened him, but it was actually sort of exhilarating. What challenges did he have to face?

Whatever happened, he knew who his targets were. Four of his element friends were still alive, and that wasn't going to do. He wouldn't be sated until he saw each and every one of them suffer and die, until he came in their freshly minted corpses. He wished he knew if the stains at Carousel Boutique had been found as well, since that would make the difference between how protected the other four would be. Did they realize he was going for all six, or just think it a singular incident?

He pulled Rarity's head off his cock, which throbbed in protest, and rolled the head back to the corpse pile, and stood up, idly moving over to the potion box. He started pulling the contents out a bottle at a time to separate them, dividing up the ones that he thought most useful in the immediate future.

Who to go after next... it'd be a blast to wipe that smile off Pinkie's face, or that smug grin off Rainbow's. Or he could go after innocent little Fluttershy. He was certain that she'd be amusing prey, if he could get her away from all those animals. Or Applejack... she was the most distant from the others, so maybe it'd be easier. She'd be the least likely to have been told something yet after last night.

"Well, I gotta choose somepony to go after next, may as well be Applejack." Spike mumbled to himself as he stood up to stretch. Taking hold of his handy medical bag, full of tools and potions, he headed towards the cave exit with a grin on his face.

Sweet Apple Acres was quiet for the most part, but that wasn't any different than usual. It certainly didn't look like anyone had been there with any sort of warning, but how would Spike know for sure?

He stood around one corner of the barn, watching the house itself, and it occurred to him how very bad he was at planning this sort of thing. Rarity had happened on a whim, Sweetie was just killing a witness, and Twilight he'd made up as he went. He had no experience actually planning a murder or how to get away with one.

Spike was pulled out of his deep thought by the sound of a door opening. He ducked back behind the barn, then peaked around to see Big Macintosh heading out of the house. That wouldn't do. There was no way he was going to get Applejack down with her big brother hanging about. That guy could probably kill Spike with a single kick if he had to.

He sank back into the barn, and peeked around the edge to see Big Mac walking right towards the barn himself. He quickly backed up inside, looking around for a place to hide. He and his bag of goodies hid behind several bales of hay, hoping that no one was planning on moving them today.

He wasn't seen, but Big Mac did come into the barn. Spike sat with his back against the bales of hay, but chanced a peek around the bales. He saw Big Mac loading up a wagon with empty crates. He worked casually and slowly, taking forever to do what Spike was sure shouldn't take half this time. How was he supposed to do anything if Big Mac...

"Hay you," Applejack's voice came from the front door of the barn, and Spike quickly ducked back. He thought for sure he had been seen for a moment, but then she continued, "Ya fergot yer juice Big Mac. Want me to just leave it?"

"Eeyup."

Applejack moved and placed a cup full of juice atop the very hale bale that Spike was hiding behind, then wandered over towards Big Mac to help. Spike peered around again to find them both occupied with the crates now, not looking in his direction.

That couldn't have worked any better! Spike reached into his bag and pulled out one of the aphrodisiac potions, uncorking it and reaching around for Big Mac's drink. He snatched it quickly, poured out half the contents, and poured the whole potion in instead. Twilight's notes had cautioned against using more than one dose, and Spike was pretty sure there were about a dozen per a single bottle, but Spike didn't care. He wanted to see some action, and what's the worst that could happen?

"Go ahead and try the juice, Big Mac," said Applejack, her voice growing closer to where Spike had put the poisoned juice, "It's a new recipe, has some new spice in it I ordered. Turn it up and tell me what ya think!"

Spike ducked down, hoping that he wasn't seen as they grew closer, but they weren't exactly looking for a dragon in their barn, so that helped them not notice. Big Mac picked up the glass with his mouth, immediately turning it up, opening his mouth wide and guzzling the whole thing down. Bullseye!

"Ya like it?"

"Eeyup,"

"Better than usual?" Applejack asked, "It's hard ta get thoughts out of ya sometimes ya know."

Silence. Big Mac stood and stared into space and shivered as if he were standing in ice water. His eyes slowly moved towards Applejack and locked onto her.

"... are ya alright brother?"

"Eyup," Big Mac took unsteady steps towards his sister, suddenly pushing his face against her own, locking his lips into a deep kiss. Applejack quickly pulled back.

"Whoa now brother," Applejack rubbed her muzzle with one front hoof, "Don't go jokin like that. It ain't appropriate. Brother?"

What Applejack didn't notice, yet at least, is that Big Mac's shaft was spilling out of his sheath, pulsing as it quickly hardened. His mouth hung open, saliva dribbling from one corner as he ignored Applejack, instead moving around her. She slowly moved to stay facing him.

Spike peered about the bales again, grinning widely when he saw what was happening. This was going to be good. One hand moved to slowly stroke his own shaft as he watched the impending happy-fun-incest-rape-time. He'd let Big Mac soften her up until he passed out, leaving Spike to finish them both!

"Brother what are ya do--" Applejack didn't finish her statement.

With sudden ferocity, Big Mac raised to his hind legs and slammed a hoof across her face. Applejack was completely taken off guard, barely keeping her balance after the impact. She stood there in shock, unable to process that her brother had just hit her, moving one hoof up to feel the blood drooling down her bruised face. "Brother how..."

Big Mac wasn't listening. He was behind her before she could turn again, lowering his head and taking a deep breath inches away from her pussy. He then pushed his muzzle to her and ran this tongue from her clit to her tail and back again. "Pussy!" he breathed over his sister's cunt. He was still a stallion of few words.

Applejack panicked, trying to pull herself forward and away, but Big Mac already had a firm grip of her hips, pulling her back to his pulsing shaft as he mounted her. His weight alone kept his victim from fleeing him, Applejack could barely keep herself from collapsing under his weight, still reeling from the impact to her head.

As his luck would have it, Spike had an excellent view of the going on's. He watched as Big Mac's boner jabbed at Applejack several times before hitting it's mark and sinking into her unwilling cunt. Applejack screamed so loudly that she gagged as she was penetrated, her incestuous rape only beginning.

Big Mac rewarded her scream with another punch with his forehoof, slamming it down onto her head so hard that Spike could practically hear the bone crack. Her next scream was cut off and she finally collapsed. Her front half impacted the ground, her rear end only staying up because Big Mac held it up was he pounded his fuck spire deep into his sister's delicious cunt.

"Oh fuck this is hot!" Spike stroked himself as he watched. He was so distracted that he almost didn't notice when Applejack's screams drew another into the barn.

He turned as he heard the door opening to see none other than the Apple's delectable younger sibling, Applebloom. She stood there at the door, staring at what was going on, her mouth hanging open as if she couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. She was so shocked that she didn't even see Spike coming up behind her until his claws grabbed her own little hindquarters.

Spike grabbed hold of the juicy little virgin behind, pulling her back against him and letting his cock slide against her behind. Applebloom let out a yelp as she felt his claws dig against her hips, and then let out her own scream when she felt the tip of Spike's dragon cock pressing against her underage cunt.

"Applejack what's goin'... hay let me go!" Applebloom screamed, then let out a high pitched squeal as she felt her virginity taken in one swift movement of Spike's hips.

Spike knew he should stop her from screaming, but the beautiful sound of a ravaged child's screaming was music to his ears. The situation was so hot, the feel of Applebloom's bleeding, clenching tunnel over his cock so wet, that he didn't even care if he was caught. He never felt more alive than when he was pounding an unwilling cunt.

Applejack looked across the barn, seeing Spike ravaging Applebloom, but was completely unable to do anything more than weakly grunt as Big Mac hammered his throbbing meat into her. "Spike... let her go... I'll let you have me just let her go."

Spike chuckled, "Oh I'm gonna' get you when Big Mac's done one way or the other, AJ. I gotta blow my load into your freshly minted corpse, just like I did Rarity, Sweetie, and Twilight, just like I'm gonna do to Applebloom and Big Mac."

Applejack started to speak again, trying to pull forward desperately, but Big Mac wasn't amused that his fuck toy was getting riled. He slammed his hoof into the top of her head again, once, twice, Spike was surprised that she was still conscious afterward. AJ finally just broke down into sobs, letting her brother have her freely as she choked on her tears.

"Pussy!" said Big Mac as he bit one of Applejack's ears, "Sister's pussy! Knock that cunt up!" He was completely off the rails now, drooling on Applejack's bleeding face as he pounded her. Applejack may not be alive long enough to be impregnated, but it was the thought that counted, and it made it that much hotter.

Big Mac didn't hold himself much longer. He arched his back and moaned loudly as he blew his load into his sister's waiting rape hole, filling her up until the excess splattered out from the penetration. He continued to thrust, packing his incestuous seed deeper into his victim's tunnel. When he finally did yank himself out, he immediately plunged back forward, forcing his tip against Applejack's tail hole and prying it wide as he sank into her. Applejack let out another scream between sobs and was rewarded with another pounding.

Spike enjoyed the show almost as much as he enjoyed his own lewd activities. His claws gripped into Applebloom's blank flanks, claws breaking her skin like nails and blood oozing down her legs. The little filly squealed and sobbed even louder than her older sister, making Spike's shaft throb harder inside of her.

"Ah hell yeah," said Spike, "This is so unbelievably hot. I'm gonna shoot So. Hard. Get ready Applebloom."

Spike felt more than just another orgasm though. He felt the arousal energizing him just as it had when he was fucking Twilight. His muscles tensed and pain shot through his back as wing joints began to sprout. He didn't care if it hurt, he kept thrusting in that delicious little slit, ready to blow his own load into her sweet underage hole. He came even harder with the pain surging through his body, easily overflowing the underdeveloped cunt, bloating up her little belly as she was pumped full.

"Fuuuuck yes!" Spike panted, "I can't believe I didn't realize how awesome this was before. How did that feel Applebloom? Loosing your virginity to my thick dragon cock. Answer me!"

"Spike whyyyyy," Applebloom cried, "I dun wanna die..."

"You've always wanted to have a purpose," said Spike, "Well now you have one! To be brutally ravaged and murdered. Your corpse is gonna be my fuck toy until it literally falls apart in my claws."

His touching conversation was interrupted by another groan from Big Mac as he came again into Applejack's tight ass, ramming the hole until he had drained his massive prick into her. He then let out a bellow as he collapsed under the strain of his own adrenaline, slamming his weight down onto Applejack and rolling off of her, his cock popping out of her ass with a wet slurp.

He wasn't out though. On the contrary, he almost immediately began to crawl towards Spike and Applebloom.

"Hay now big guy, don't get any ideas about me, You still got a sister you haven't fucked." Spike said, "Let's see if the little girl can handle it and live!"

Spike yanked his own shaft out of Applebloom and pushed her towards her brother. The little filly stumbled forward and fell, her face hitting the ground moments before Big Mac reached her. Fortunately for Spike, Big Mac was far more inclined to ravage his little sister than Spike,

"No brother no..." was all that Applebloom could say as Big Macintosh reached for her.

Though easily able to take hold of the well-fucked filly, Big Mac had noticeable trouble pulling himself off of the ground. He finally settled for rolling over onto his back and pulling Applebloom atop him. He pulled the limp child up onto him, yanking her legs so far apart that her squeals went up an octave, and pressed his still rock hard tip against her sweet little cunt. Even after Spike had stretched her, it was no easy task to shove that massive stallion prick into her.

Keeping an eye on Big Mac's efforts, but keeping his distance, Spike walked around Mac and Applebloom to get to Applejack. She was slumped against the ground, head in the dirt and ass still up in the air, both her rear cavities drooling with her brother's seed. Spike grinned, running a claw over her flank before pushing her over. He tugged her by one hind leg, turning her over so that she faced upwards.

"Here we go," said Spike, "I want to be looking into your eyes as you die, apple slut."

"Spike..." Applejack could barely speak above a whisper, her face swollen from the beating, "Stop Big Mac... he's gonna kill 'er..."

Spike chuckled, dragging Applejack's body to face differently so he could watch the other two as he fucked AJ. "He sure is, and I'm gonna' kill you." Spike turned AJ's head to make sure she could see the other show as well.

A shrill scream filled the barn as Big Mac finally succeeded in popping his cock into Applebloom's gaping underage cunt, the little one's belly swelling with the girth of what was being pushed into her, her helpless little body thrashing about. Big Mac held her tightly in both fore hooves, yanking her down and pulling her back up, forcing his cock in and out of her, driving a bit deeper with each stroke. There seemed to be no way he would fit his entire shaft, but that didn't mean he wasn't forcing it anyway.

"Fuck pussy!" Big Mac was literally foaming at the mouth by this point, "Rape slut! Kill slut!"

"No Mac it's me Applebloom!" the little girl coughed out between sobs.

"Sister's cunt! Rape! Kill!"

"Mmm, they're getting into it huh AJ?" Spike leaned down and ran his tongue across Applejack's bleeding face.

Spike pressed his own rock hard cock against AJ's cum filled pussy, moaning at the heat of her ravaged tunnel and Big Mac's cum pooled inside of her. He rolled his eyes back as he began thrusting once again, arching his back and freely moaning. His claws gripped her flanks as he began to thrust in and out. It didn't matter that Big Mac had already tore her bleeding cunt open. Even with a loose pussy it was totally hot, violating someone that had trusted him.

AJ had gone quieter, just grunting weakly as Spike's cock pushed in and out of her. Spike pulled out his shaft, pushing into her ass instead for a few thrusts, then moving back to her pussy, alternating between her fuck holes. He felt more energy surging through his body, his body growing ever so slightly. His muscles bulged, his wings grew further out behind him, spreading wide, and he felt a sharp pain in his groin.

Spike knew from his brief time with other dragons that most of them had a hemipenis, two shafts instead of one, so he might have expected this development has he matured. It certainly hurt for the second one to sprout, the dragon grunting in pain, even letting a few tears roll down his cheeks as he clenched his teeth, but he didn't stop thrusting. As the second shaft formed, her pushed both to AJ's posterior, his original pushing into her pussy as the newly sprouted dragon dick was shoved into her ass. As the pain began to subside and double the pleasure surged up through his body, he began to hammer his hips against Applejack, ravaging both her holes equally.

As Spike happily slapped bellies with Applejack, Big Mac was forcing his own massive prick deeper into his sister. The little one shrieked at each new thrust as only a violated little girl could, before the screamed devolved into gags. Big Mac's cock swelled her body as it forced its way to the back of her undeveloped tunnel and hammered against her cervix until it sank deeper into her womb.

"Rape cunt! Foal cunt!" Big Mac was completely lost, and wasn't going to stop until he bottomed out. His blunt tip took a lot of work before it finally ripped through the back of Applebloom's womb and pushed up into her organs, pushing against her lungs and turning her protesting screams into a gargled mess of nonsense. Her entrances were ripped open, her cunt and ass more like one gaping hole in her bottom, bleeding profusely and puddling blood, cum, and puss on Big Mac's belly. Applebloom vomited violently, a fountain of bloody sick splattering up and pouring down her innocent little body.

"Aw yeah, look at that," Spike turned AJ's face to make sure she could see her little sister being fucked to death by her brother's throbbing fuck meat, "Isn't that hot? Aw man I'm gonna cum so hard!"

"No.. Applebloom..." AJ barely managed to say before breaking down into more delicious sobs.

Both of Spike's cocks throbbed violently within AJ's well-raped holes, ,the dragon roaring out so loudly that it shook the barn as he sprayed his thick dragon seed into Applejack. He pounded his meat harder as her belly swelled with his seed, not even slowing down despite how sensitive his shafts became. He only moaned more as he fucked his friend and watched his other friend incestuously murder an innocent little foal.

"Fuck! Cum! Die!" Big Mac's words were barely comprehensible as he slammed into his little sister, finally sinking until her bleeding rump smacked against his soaked belly, fully embedded inside the swollen child's body. Blood and cum poured out of her mouth, her whole body thrashing in her death throws. Hew neck swelled up impossibly large, and then the tip of Big Mac's massive prick exited her mouth. He came so hard that it gushed up into the air and rained cum down on himself as well as Spike and Applejack. Even then he didn't stop thrusting into Applebloom's still warm corpse.

"Applebloom's dead! Corpse fuck!" Big Mac screamed, and looked to be in no danger of ceasing his rape just because it became necrophilia.

"He's got the idea, doesn't he AJ?" Spike yanked his shafts free and moved to Applejack's other end, turning her over again and pulling her head towards his groin, "That's what mares are for. That's what fillies are for. I can't believe I spent so long as your friend without realizing how amazing it feels to kill you."

Spike pried Applejack's mouth open, shoving his claws into her jaws to keep her from biting down. Her muzzle was stretched wide until her jaws creaked under the strain, and Spike began to thrust both shafts into her mouth, forcing them down her gagging throat. Applejack's chest heaved. Her nose was stopped up with blood from Big Mac's beating, leaving her with very little room to breathe.

Big Mac began to crawl towards them again, barely able to move at this point, Applebloom's dead body still hanging off of his cock like an overstretched jackoff toy.Spike pulled Applejack's head, not ceasing to thrust into it, but turning her so that her cum filled rear entrances faced Big Mac. Sure enough, Big Mac reached for her. He weakly pulled himself off the ground, shaking as he managed to mount his sister again. He jabbed his shaft at her several times before he remembered that Applebloom was in the way, at which point he pulled the filly off his shaft and tossed her limp body aside.

"Hey there big guy," said Spike as he pushed his dual shafts into Applejack's throat, swelling her neck with the double girth and feeling the amazing rippling of her gagging throat, "You even know what you're fucking?"

"AJ! Rape AJ! Kill AJ!" Big Macintosh foamed as he mounted up and pushed his bloody cock into AJ's pussy once again. He arched his back, groaned at the feel of his sister's cunt. As he pounded the cunt, he seemed to have a brief moment of clarity, his eyes clearing briefly as he murmured, "I've always wanted to fuck you AJ... now I'm gonna fuck you to death." Big Mac weakly reached his forehooves forward, pressing them to the back of Applejack's neck, cutting off her air completely, not to mention making her throat painfully tight around Spike's cocks.

Applejack gave a few token struggles, then finally gave up, her body going limp between her two rapists. Spike gripped her head hard, having to force his hips in and out of her tight neck, feeling it throb and gag wonderfully around his shaft. Big Mac was barely able to hold himself up, but he didn't need any strength to bear his weight down on his sister's neck.All the while he thrust his own cock into her creampie, no doubt enjoying the squeezing and fleshy ripples that only a dieing mare can provide.

"Ready to die you stupid cunt?" said Spike, watching her face shade blue and trying to hold back his neck climax for a little while longer, "That is so awesome... three down and three to go." He leaned forward and kissed Big Mac deeply, "Come on Mac, let's off this dirty slut."

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for Spike to put himself within Big Mac's grasp, but for now at least the stallion returned Spike's kiss, playing his tongue alongside the dragon's. Spike found himself making out with Big Mac hotly as AJ's limp body bounced back and forth between them.

Spike wasn't sure when it was that Applejack finally bit it, but when he could finally hold himself back no longer, he was cumming into another new corpse. AJ's face was frozen forever in the horror of seeing her sister brutally murdered before following her. It was so beautiful that Spike just had to yank his shafts free and blow his load all over her dead face, cum drooling down to the barn floor and pooling in her blankly staring eyes.

Big Mac came painfully hard, his face twisting in agony as he blew a final load into his waiting sibling's corpse. Still, he couldn't keep himself from thrusting into the cunt, draining his balls and then looking over at Spike "Rape Spike... Murder Spike."

But the stallion was too weak from the poison coursing through his veins, merely falling forward and collapsing on his dead sister. Spike chuckled darkly, and left AJ's head to slowly walk around the stallion. The big one had landed flat on his face, his rump just slightly poking up into the air.

"Perfect," Spike had never really thought about fucking another male before, but it'd be a waste to leave a pony un-raped as they died. The dragon pushed Mac's tail out of the way, lining his cocks up and pressing both tips against Big Mac's tailhole. He pushed forward, his cock lubricated with cum and blood, and met less resistance than he expected, though it was definitely super tight.

"You've been had here before, and recently," grinned Spike as he sank to the hilt and began to slowly thrust, enjoying himself inside his new victim. He moved his claws to stroke around the large stallion, feeling of his chest. Big Mac's heart was pounding so hard that his whole chest was pulsing.

"Rape... dragon..." drooled Big Mac, barely able to even speak.

"Heh, not gonna happen big guy," Spike said as his thrusting slowly increased, "Hmmm, but how to kill you? Letting you die of heart failure just seems too neat. I want to break you. Ah well, we'll enjoy a nice ass-fucking before I decide yeah?"

Spike's hips increased to a flurry as he hammered himself into Big Mac's behind, the stallion weakly trying to pull away but completely unable to resist in his condition. That didn't keep the stallion from being horny though, and he soon found an outlet for his still throbbing meat by pushing it into his dead sister's asshole. As Spike's hips smacked Big Mac's and pushed them forward, Big Mac's cock slid into Applejack with a wet slurping sound.

This only drove Spike harder, and it wasn't too long before Spike was ready to blow yet another load of dragon spunk. He unleashed it into Big Macintosh's asshole, coating the warm insides with a layer of dragon sperm. He moaned, his eyes rolled back, and continued to thrust, but then he saw something in the corner of his eye.

The door was opening! Spike yanked his shafts free and dove behind the nearest hay bales, peering around them to see who was coming. He looked to see Fluttershy slowly opening the door and peering inside.

"Applejack are you in there? Something awful has hap--" Fluttershy froze stiff, wide eyes staring at Big Mac as he raped AJ's cooling corpse.

In fact, she was just in time to see Big Mac moan out as he came hard into his sister. He rammed his cock into her, howbeit weakly, and deposited half of his stallion sperm into his sister's behind before pulling out and spraying the rest across her flanks.

Big Mac looked up to see Fluttershy as well, but he didn't try to hide. He stumbled towards her, falling flat on his face again a foot or so away from Applejack, "Fuck! Rape Fluttershy! Kill Fluttershy!"

Fluttershy shrieked, slamming the door behind her and running off, no doubt to get help.

Spike knew he didn't have much time before said help came back and stole AJ and Applebloom's corpses away from him. On the other hand, this could work out very well for him! If Big Mac took the blame and was left too warped to say otherwise, the others might let their guard down, thinking the culprit was found. He just hoped that the massive dose he gave to Big Mac wasn't something that would wear off.

He quickly swiped his bag of goodies, wrapping the strap around one shoulder. He grabbed hold of Applebloom, tossing her atop Applejack and pulling up both their bodies together. They were heavy, but Spike had grown a great deal. He knew it'd be more believable if he left the corpses, but he wasn't going to give up his prized fuck toys, and even a little confusion could be enough to give him time to strike again.

"Sorry bud, looks like you're takin the rap for me!" he called back to Big Mac as he departed the back entrance to the barn.

Party With Pinkie

Spike awoke the next morning in his cave, taking a deep breath of the sweet stench of the corpses that littered his home. He had been so riled up by his success the day before that he'd plowed each of his three best friends' corpses again, leaving a puddle of spunk in each of their rotting cunts, then fell asleep stroking himself off with Applebloom impaled upon his shaft.

He pulled himself out of his cadaver bed, prying a dried up Applebloom off of his semi-hard shaft with a lewd slurp. After all his exhaustion before, he had slept until into the evening, but was ready for more. Each wicked act only served to exhilarate him; the more he raped, the more he killed, the more he wanted. Since loosing his virginity inside Rarity's unwilling cunt, Spike had never had consensual sex, and he never wanted to. At this point, he didn't understand how any male could enjoy sex with a willing female; cocks were designed to invade unwilling holes.

He took the time to bath himself, cleaning the dried blood and guts from his form. It wasn't because he cared about being bloody, but he wouldn't be able to feel warm fresh blood as easily if he was already coated. Not wanting to use up his friends' bodies too quickly, he opted for a meal of rocks. It wasn't as tasty as gems, but it gave him all the strength he needed for another go.

He couldn't get his mind off the events of the last few days, and his dual shafts were never below half-mast the entire time he was getting ready. It was time to consider his next victim.

He had murdered his way through half of his best friends, and had no intention of stopping, and he knew exactly who he wanted next. After watching Applebloom die by impalement but not getting to do it himself, he was in the mood for another foal or two, and he knew where there were two even more deliciously underage than Bloom. Not to mention the delight of wiping that smile off Pinkie's face.

He arrived as Sugar Cube Corner after the sun was well beneath the horizon, but the light was still on in Pinkie's upstairs room. He had spent the entire time there trying to think of a good plan, but in the end he knew he'd have to wing it once again. At any rate, there certainly wasn't anyone guarding the shop, so perhaps Big Macintosh had provided an adequate distraction.

Spike glanced into the window of Pinkie's room, peering about until he found his very pink next victim. She was sprawled out on her bed, tummy down, a book spread out in front of her. No wait, not a book, it was a magazine. A pornographic magazine. Spike couldn't see the contents, but he easily put two and two together once he realized her colorful behind was poked up in the air with one front hoof pressed down between her thighs, rubbing away. Leave it to Pinkie to find time to masturbate when she should be mourning.

Spike's first thought was to wait for her to finish and go to sleep before making his way inside, but his plan making was interrupted when Pinkie looked up from her magazine and saw him. Rather than raise an alarm though, she raised her other front hoof to wave at him.

Spike awkwardly waved back, sheepishly smiling at her. Pinkie took a few more moments to shamelessly clop herself before finally pulling the hoof out from between her hind legs, then stood up on all fours and headed towards the windows, showing no sign of embarrassment or concern. Wow she really was clueless, but at least he knew that he wasn't yet a suspect.

"Spike!" Pinkie opened the windows outward so suddenly that Spike almost fell from his perch, but then immediately reached out to pull him into her room, grasping him in a firm hug, "You're all right! We thought you were a goner! Is Twilight and the others okay too?"

Spike fell into the window, tumbling against Pinkie and knocking her onto the floor. It was only once she was on her back beneath him that she realized something was different about him at all.

"Hay you have wings! And you're... big!" Pinkie tilted her head, but made no move to get out from under him.

"Um yeah," Spike found himself stammering despite his earlier confidence. Pinkie always caught him off guard, "Oh yeah the others are around, I saw them all just earlier today. And um... yeah. I grew up a bit, because of um... magic?" That was all honest enough.

Spike stood up, reaching his tail to close the window behind him. Pinkie wriggled on the floor for a moment before rolling herself over as well and springing up to a standing position in front of him again.

"Ohhhh," Pinkie took him at his word, "Then we'll have a party tomorrow! An 'everypony was okay after all' party!" She had to be the most gullible of his friends, "Wow you really are grown up." Giggle.

It took a moment before Spike realized what she was giggling at, then he remembered that he hadn't exactly tucked his dicks away, and they were slowly growing after having been squirmed against by the soft little equine. Spike was once again unsure of what to say.

"Oh don't worry, it's great that you're grown up now!" said Pinkie, "There's all sorts of games I can play with a grown up stallion. I was just thinking about stallions!"

Spike's eyes moved to her bed again, getting a better look at the magazine she had been looking at. It was open to a two-page image of a mare blindfolded, gagged, and hog-tied as a stallion in leather plowed her. He couldn't help but stare, and it didn't take Pinkie long to figure what he was staring at, earning another chuckle.

"Oh, you like games huh?" Spike was slowly forming another plan in his mind, "Maybe we can play the game those ponies are playing."

"Sure!" Pinkie agreed more easily than he expected, "I got some straps and things in my toy box over here!"

She turned and bounced her way to her closet, opening up the door to it before opening a large chest inside. All the while, her behind swayed back and forth, tail in the air, freely showing off her slit, still glistening moist from her earlier solo fun. Without hesitation, Pinkie dug through the open chest and began pulling out items, tossing them onto the bed one at a time. A blindfold, a ball gag, four striped black and white socks, and a large, complicated looking harness, each decorated in pink with colorful balloons and hearts. The harness was elaborate, so much so that Pinkie tossed an instruction booklet onto the bed after it.

"Holy fuck, you are a slut," the words escaped Spike before he even realized it, "Have you been holding back all this time because I was young?"

"Yes and yes!" Pinkie bounced back to the bed, climbed up onto it, and rolled over onto her back. She let all fours splay out widely so he could see her all the way from her neck down to her moist slit and tight little pucker. "I've been waiting for this since I found out that dragons have two fun-time bits! I'll be your cock puppet all night if you want!"

Spike for his part, felt his fun-time bits soften slightly. Her willingness was a big turn-off, but he would fix that soon enough.

"All right then, I'll give you a night you won't forget for the rest of your life!" Spike grinned.

Spike moved over to the large heart-shaped bed to survey the toys at his disposal. As he picked up the gag, Pinkie opened her muzzle wide, allowing him to fit it snugly into her maw. She had chosen one so big that it strained her jaw to fit it. The socks seemed unnecessary, but Spike had to admit that thigh-high socks could make a pony more enticing, so he fit one to each of her hooves, pulling them all the way up each leg. After snugly fitting the blindfold over her eyes, he went lifted up the harness to look it over.

Spike unfolded the instruction manual, and went about tying Pinkie into the harness, the pony remaining mostly limp to allow him to suit her up. The harness had a thick segment that securely tied about her mid-section, connected by straps to each ankle, complete with a spreader bar for both her front and hind hooves. Further straps wrapped about her tail to hold it in an upwards position, another clasping around her neck, which Spike fitted more tightly than he needed to see if she'd protest, but not a single peep or struggle. What a little whore; she was seriously killing his boners.

There were three hooks, one on the back of the collar, one on the midsection, and one at the tail clamp, which appeared to be so that the pony could be suspended from the ceiling. Unsurprisingly, there were convenient hooks on the ceiling above Pinkie's bed. Spike had always wondered what those were for. He fitted the sturdy cords into the hooks, hoisting her up so that she swung above the bed, and latched the straps so that she was just high enough to stand behind and plow.

"Okay," said Spike, "You're all fitted up, but I have to do a little something before we start. Wait here for a bit okay?"

Pinkie made a bit of a squeak that sounded like a question, but didn't struggle or seem worried. He'd make the slut wait while he gathered up the other occupants of the house for a nice, hot mass-murder. Now where was his goodie bag... oops.

In his excitement, he had forgotten his bag of potions and goodies, and couldn't exactly go back for it now, but couldn't exactly stop what he was doing and save it for later either. Doing this without the aid of a few paralysis potions was going to result in a lot more noise, but it was pretty late, and ponies didn't tend to roam the business section of town later at night.

He crept out into the dark hallway, seeing that both the Cake couple's room and the nursery were dark. Leaving Pinkie swinging above her bed in confusion, he crept down the hall towards the two rooms.

Spike knew he would have to get the Cakes taken care of before grabbing the little ones, so he slipped over to their room and slowly opened the door. Peering inside, he saw the couple sleeping soundly on a double bed, facing but not touching each other. Spike slowly crept towards the bed, watching the couple sleep, ignorant of what the dragon planned to unleash upon them.

The gears turning in his wicked mind, Spike knew how he could start off his fun for the night. He crept onto the bed, moving slowly to disturb things to a minimum, folding his wings down flat so he could more easily slip the covers over himself as well. Miss Cake breathed steadily as she slept, and showed no sign of waking even as Spike rolled her onto his back, slowly spreading her hind legs to place his hips squarely between them.

Soon he was looking down at her sleeping face on all fours above her, his shafts laying against her belly. She was a bit of a fatty, but it didn't matter. She was just an appetizer, after all.

While he was giving her a look over, she started to stir. Spike glanced over to check on Carrot Cake, who was still dreaming peacefully, then moved one claw to Cup Cake's throat, squeezing until his sharp claws broke through the skin. She snapped awake at the sharp pain and found herself staring into the eyes of a horny dragon.

"Shush up now," Spike whispered as he lay against her and used his free claw to clamp her muzzle shut, "You're going to be quiet for me, unless you want your husband and foals to suffer the consequences."

Her struggles ceased quickly enough, the mare looking up at him with a beautiful look of terror. That alone was enough to prime his rape sticks, new life breathed into them with the terrified and unwilling female beneath him. Soon they were throbbing firmly against her plump belly.

He pulled his shafts down over her belly, carefully aligning dual tips to Cup's tightened slit and tight little pucker. He let go of her neck to brace himself against the bed, still grinning down at her, then rocked his hips forward, pushing into her soft body. She was dry, even in her slit, so Spike had to push hard to sink deep. He moved slowly so as to not rock the bed too much, and stared into her eyes as she quietly gritted her teeth, the first tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Grip my hips with your legs," Spike directed her as his belly pushed flush with hers, squishing slightly into the plush rolls of fat, "Go on, put your forelegs around my neck and hold me, slowly move your hips against me. Try to be quiet now, if your husband there wakes up, I'll have to slit his throat so we can keep going."

Cup Cake stared up at Spike with clear hatred in her eyes, her face tightening up even as more tears rolled down her face. She did as he demanded though, her plump thighs cushioning around his hips as she gripped him, her fore legs moving around his neck. She glanced nervously at her sleeping husband before slowly pushing her hips up against him. His own hips moved in time with hers, smoothly gliding back and pressing back into her.

"That's it, cunt," Spike took a deep breath, "Dry as you are, I can tell you've been had up the ass before. Not just by Mister Cake either, I'm betting. I mean you really don't expect us to believe that unicorn and pegasus are both his, do you? Everyone knows, you obese whore."

Her hatred faded just enough to make way for a blush that lit up her face, and he had all the verification he needed when she was no longer able to keep eye contact with him. He chuckled, his shafts already layering her insides with a slick layer of pre to lubricate, and her own juices flowing more whether she wanted them to or not.

"That's it, cry for me," Spike whispered and leaned down to lap his tongue across one of her eyes to take in the taste of her shame. "Raping you right next to your sleeping husband... mmm, this is hotter than I expected it to be." He breathed deep again, trying to resist moving his hips too fast, "Come on, milk me with that cunt, show me how you milk it when you're cheating on him."

The mare obliged him again, and he felt her tunnel rippled softly over his shaft as he pushed into her again, her behind clenching down harder on his second shaft. He was so worked up over all that he was going to do tonight, that he was already to go off within minutes. He gave several more firm thrusts into the unwilling holes before his body shook, his cocks hosing down her insides with his first orgasm or the night.

"Ah yeah," Spike breathed as he slowed his motions, "Not the best I've ever had... actually you're probably the worst I've ever had." He arched his back to stretch out a bit, then pulled his shafts wetly from her holes. "Now out of bed. Quietly. As long as you don't wake him, you'll be the only one in your family to die."

Spike was curious if she would continue to go along with him. She did hesitate, her eyes wide with disbelief as she tried to register what he had said to her. She glanced at her sleeping husband, then turned back to Spike and nodded her head. As Spike slipped out from beneath the cover, Cup Cake willingly followed him. Spike moved quietly back to the door, the mare following him down the hallway. He paused at Pinkie's room and opened the door, then motioned for her to go in first.

"W-why here?" Cup Cake finally spoke, and looked into the room, seeing the confused Pinkie still handing above the bed, "W-what? You said only I would..."

"I said you'd be the only one ~in your family~ to die," said Spike, "Now get in there."

She moved into the room still, eying Pinkie sadly but doing as Spike asked in hopes of saving the others. Spike couldn't wait to see her expression when he killed them all anyway.

As Cup stood by the bed, Spike shut and locked the door again. He walked past her, smacking her on the rump in passing, and walked over to Pinkie's toy box to retrieve more fun restraints. Pinkie periodically whimpered in protest, clearly confused at what was going on, but Spike didn't bother to answer her yet.

"You really won't hurt them?" Cup asked, clearly having second and third thoughts.

"Nah, I want them to find your well fucked corpses and live with that memory," Spike lied, but Cup seemed to believe him enough to remain still. Another whimper from Pinkie was ignored.

Instead he put his attention to Miss Cake. She was fitted with a ball gag of her own and pushed onto the bed to lay on her side. He latched a series of straps around her four legs, made to firmly hog tie a pony. Once done, she lay helplessly onto the bed, and he nodded in approval.

After he had firmly tied up Miss Cake, he went to the box again, retrieving another pink ball gag and hog tying harness."Holy fuck, Pinkie. You have so much of this stuff, do you host bondage orgies or something?"

He carried them with him as he unlocked Pinkie's door again and headed out into the hall, "I'll be back with Mister Cake." He chuckled at Cup's muffled protests as he stepped back out into the hall and shut the door.

Back in the Cake's room, he found Mister Cake still slumbering on his side, apparently quite a deep sleeper. Spike wasn't quite as careful as he made his way back onto the bed, uncovering the lanky stallion and tossing the blanket down to the foot of the bed.

Spike rolled Carrot to his back, just as he had the pony's wife, straddling him so that his cocks lay against the stallion's belly and quickly wrapped a claw around him to squeeze at his neck. Even then it took a few seconds for him to wake, finding the dragon pinning him down firmly and reaching his front hooves to his neck.

"Finally awake," said Spike, "Right. Now you're going to stop struggling right now if you value the lives of your wife and children."

Carrot's eyes darted to where Cup should be, finding her spot on the bed empty, and freezing beneath Spike, looking up at him angrily, "Where are they? What did you do with them?"

"They'll be safe so long as you do what I say," Spike repeated, loosening his grip on Carrot's neck, "Now shut up and wrap those legs around me. I'm gonna fuck you up your tight little ass and you're going to like it."

"I... you..." Carrot stuttered, but then closed his eyes, resigning himself to getting ass raped, reaching all four limbs upwards to hug around the dragon firmly.

"That's a good little faggot. You're not man enough for pussy."

Spike dragged his shafts down Carrot's body, moving one front claw down to squeeze his two shafts together and push both tapered tips against Carrot's pucker. Unlike his whore of a wife, he was clearly a virgin. Spike's cocks were still wet from his first go, but this was still going to hurt like hell. Would Carrot take the pain to save his family?

Carrot gritted his teeth very much like his wife, but didn't tear up yet. Spike would fix that. He pushed his shafts forward, forcing them against that pucker, the tight anal ring resisting strongly. Carrot's eyes grew wider when he felt the pressure, then wider still when another realization hit him, "Wait, you have two?!"

He was just in time for the shafts to pop into his ass, crying out and clenching his whole face up, tears streaming down his face almost immediately. Spike showed no mercy, shoving hard once he finally got inside, stretching the ring wide... wider... wider...until his scaled belly smacked against Carrot's balls. He put all his weight down on the pony, and especially on his poor sack, making Carrot cry out yet again.

Spike couldn't help but laugh at the reactions, but Carrot still managed to grip all fours around the dragon. Spike didn't bother going slow this time, pulling back and starting to hammer rapidly into Carrot's ass, feeling the warmth of blood as his flesh gave way to make room for the throbbing double erection.

"Nnngh, good, cry for me, squirm for me, bitch," Spike moaned, "You know I gotta admit, I've found ramming my cocks up a stallion's ass to be a lot more fun than I thought it'd be."

Spike lapped the tears from Carrot's clenched eyes, reaching his claw to squeeze teasingly at the pony's neck again. The other he dropped down to the stallion's testicles, bunching them into his fist and squeezing, adding more agony to the pain already shooting up through the pony's behind.

Once again it didn't take long for the dragon to cum, flooding the tight ass with dragon spunk, drooling over the tear wounds and burning more. Spike kept thrusting for a full minute after he was going off, not wanting the stallion's pain to end so soon, but then slowly came to a stop.

"Phew," said Spike, "That's the spirit."

Spike pulled his cocks out of the stallion, though they were already throbbing in anticipation of the next holes they'd be forced into. As he pulled away from Carrot, the stallion dropped to his side and curled up on the bed, shaking violently as he tried to cope with the pain. He didn't resist as Spike picked up the restraints he had brought from Pinkie's room and started to fit them around Carrot's lanky legs, tightening them until it almost cut circulation off. The stallion barely seemed to notice as Spike fitted the ball gag into his mouth, still shaking.

It wasn't hard to drag Mister Cake to Pinkie's room once he was bound, and he didn't really struggle much until he dragged him into the room and he saw the others tightly bound and waiting. Carrot let out a startled yelp of protest, his wife letting out one to match, followed almost comically by another whine from Pinkie. Spike deposited Carrot onto the bed next to his wife.

Spike laughed, "This couldn't have worked out more perfectly. It's time to start the main course."

As Spike walked down the hall to the nursery, he was so hard that he felt he might burst if he had to wait any longer. He pushed open the door to find the two sleeping innocently in their crib together, huddled up together as they slept. He had to pause a moment just to admire how adorable it was; they were so innocent, more so than any of his other victims. This was going to be unbelievably hot.

Spike didn't bother to be gentle in their acquisition, since he didn't have to worry about waking up anyone else now. He picked up Pumpkin by the head, then slashed through the front of her diaper with his opposite claw, the cloth falling away to reveal the tiny little slit. As she started to fuss, he moved his head forward and took a deep breath of her scent, running his tongue across her rape holes several times.

He took hold of Pumpkin in his tail, holding her behind him as he picked up Pound by the head as well, slicing off his diaper just as he had the sister's. Pound's whining joined in as Spike lapped at his tiny dick and tight little ass. Yeah he wasn't going to get a rise out of this one, but all he wanted was the hole.

Tucking one child under each arm, Spike headed back to Pinkie's room. He found the three adults squirming against their bonds pointlessly. Cup Cake had fallen off the side of the bed in her struggle, and Pinkie was swinging back and forth desperately now.

"Don't get impatient now," Spike teased, closing the door behind him with his tail.

He deposited the toddlers on the floor by literally dropping them, their whining quickly turning into squalling. He walked over to the bed, reaching for Pinkie and pulling the blindfold off of her head, revealing her normally bright eyes wet with tears. She'd be a mess by the time he got to her. He yanked Cup back onto the bed by one of her hind legs, then turned her about to make sure she had a good view of things.

"Your brats are loud," Spike rose his voice to speak over them, "But crying is hot, right? You'll all be sobbing soon enough."

Spike walked back over to the toddlers. Pumpkin was trying to crawl away, but Spike put one foot on her head to pin her before taking hold of her tail and picking her up by it. The little one screamed all the louder, kicking her little legs about. Pound actually took the initiative to try to punch Spike in the leg, pointless as it might be, but he went back to screaming as Spike picked him up by his tail in the other claw.

"I guess you three have figured out that I'm the one killing ponies by now," Spike mused as he tossed the two onto the bed, their parents squealing in protest as their angry eyes followed their children. Spike headed to Pinkie's toy box and took another look inside. He considered a rope, but then noticed a roll of pink tape in the bottom. He pulled it out and looked it over; that would definitely do.

"That's right," said Spike over the wailing as he brought the tape over to the bed, "First I fucked Rarity as she choked to death on her own vomit. I torched Sweetie and fucked her as she died from burns." Spike pulled the whimpering foals together, pushing them belly to belly and then holding them that way with his tail, "I dismembered Twilight and fucked her until she begged for death." He stretched out a long strip of tape from the roll, and began to wrap it repeatedly around the twins, "I fed Big Mac aphrodisiac, he and I took turns on Applejack and Applebloom until they were dead."

Spike taped them tightly together, pushing Pound's wings down at an uncomfortable angle and tightening it so their cute little bellies were pressed firmly together. Soon their midsection was encased in enough bondage tape that they'd never get apart. He released his tail from them, and sat back slightly to admire his work. Their cute little behinds were pressed together nicely, Pumpkin's holes right next to Pound's hole, lined up nicely for him.

"And I've fucked every one of their corpses at least once since then," Spike looked up at his captive audience, all three unable to turn their eyes away from the horror. They moaned around their gags, begging him, saliva drooling humorously from their gags, "But.. you know what one of the hottest things was? Watching Big Mac ram his cock into Applebloom's cunt and out her mouth, and I feel a bit cheated that I didn't get to do that." He let his throbbing twin members smack against the twin rape toys in front of him, "You see where this is going?"

Spike took a deep breath, soaking in the raw energy of the scene around him, then slowly pushed his shaft back and forth over the toddlers to tease at their fate. Finally, he drew his shafts back, pushing one tapered tip against Pumpkin's undeveloped pussy, and the other against Pound's tight little ass. He took one hand to steady his cocks, the other to grasp at their sobbing little heads to hold their bodies steady, their behinds right at the edge of the bed as he knelt beside it.

He pushed forward, but the holes resisted his insertion. The impossibly tight cavities clenched more in protest as he pressed harder, then slipped away, his shafts pressing between their little bodies instead. Spike grumbled and pulled back, giving it a second go. He tested them with a little pressure, then more, changing his angle slightly and squeezing his cocks to steady them, trying to find just the right entry way.

"Fuck they're tight, this is gonna be more awesome than I even imagined," Spike felt his arousal pump through his body, shivering slightly and trying to steady himself. "Just... a ... little... more... there.. we... go..."

After several more failed attempts, Spike finally felt his upper shaft tip lodge into Pumpkin's virgin hole. He pushed them harder into the bed as they squirmed against him, and tensed up his legs to shove with all his might. In one wonderful instant, he felt his lower shaft push apart Pound's little tail hole, and then both popped inside their respective holes.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it, I'm inside. I'm pushing my cocks into your adorable little children. I'm going to fuck them to death, and there's nothing any of you can do," Spike took a moment to glance up at the others again. Pinkie was shaking her head desperately, trying to work the gag loose with her teeth. Carrot was staring blankly at the foals, seeming unable to take his eyes off them, but Cup was closing her eyes and biting down hard on the gag. Even if she didn't look, she couldn't block out the screams of her children.

Spike was only in an inch on the first thrust, grumbling slightly as he held it there. Afraid he'd pop out again if he pulled back at all, he flexed and gave another shove, forcing himself in another inch after several more thrusts. Yet, he felt it become slightly easier as he got deeper, and his next shove sank him in over an inch more. He drew himself back a fraction, then rammed back forward, beginning to thrust at last.

Spike flexed his wings out stiffly as he continued to work his way in, taking slow, strong strokes, enjoying every inch of his invasion. He was almost half way in, the hot little pussy and ass bleeding around him to lubricate just a little bit more. He felt sudden intense resistance inside Pumpkin, and realized that he was ramming his tip into her cervix. No matter, he snapped his hips, knocking at the door of her undeveloped womb, and finally broke through.

They were stretched so tightly now, Spike could barely stand it. Pre drooled from each shaft to mix with their own bloody fluids, and he already felt he was going to explode. He strained to hold himself as he pushed deeper still. "Mmmph, I'm half way in, oh they're bleeding so much already."

It felt like he was barely inside Pumpkin's womb when he felt himself bottom out where Pound's tightly stretched intestines curved about. He hammered his hips, becoming more violent by the stroke, and forced himself even deeper. Beating at their inner flesh for a minute more, he forced his way through the wall of Pound's shit track and then through the back of Pumpkin's womb.

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm so deep I can feel the thump of their little hearts," Spike savored every moment, pushing deeper still. One by one their organs were pushed aside to make way, their bodies swelling. Spike raked a razor claw over each side of their taped bondage, unattaching them from one another now that he was too deep to slip out. It allowed their little bodies to bloat up more, the shape of his cocks going higher and higher. He really could feel their heartbeat, as well as the pressure of their lungs as they drew in breath for another scream.

This was it, the final stretch. He wrapped both claws around them, holding their swelling bodies tightly, claws digging in, and held them against the final onslaught. He enjoyed several more slow strokes, then suddenly sped his motions. His pounding became more and more violent, pulling them back against him as if they were more a jack off toy than an actual partner. Their wailing faltered, gagging and squirming, as he pushed through their lungs, blood drooling from their mouths by the time his shafts began to swell their necks.

Spike gave one more pause, enjoying the feel of their warm, innocent blood flowing down the base of his cock and drooling down his thighs, then slammed himself forward again. His cocks throbbed, swelling up the bodies more, and finally his two bloody tips exited the mouths, close enough that their blood splattered against their parents. He stroked himself through their whole bodies several more times, jets of pre splattering the faces of the horrified couple, then he finally exploded, intense waves of orgasm surging through his body.

He cum jetted out of the foals' muzzles, and the Cakes felt the seed of their children's murderer splattered over their face. He tilted the mess upwards, and jets of cum even made it to Pinkie's face. The pink pony choked around the ball gag and then hurled, vomit splattering out from around her gag and flowing down onto the Cakes.

This was so unbelievably hot, Spike simply couldn't stop cumming, and he continued making short, swift thrusts through Pumpkin and Pound as his act of foal rape promptly became an act of necrophilia. He roared out a moan, arching his back and flapping his wings. He moved his claws to grasp over their two little faces, clamping their muzzles shut so that more of his cum flooded their insides. Their somehow still adorable corpses bloated up, the swell moving back down their bodies until cum splattered back out of their rear entries, which were now just open gashes rather than anything resembling a tunnel.

He let his claws go, a surge of cum spraying out their muzzles and nostrils to spray a mist of dragon sperm and infant blood over his three still living victims. Finally he felt his intense climax subsiding. His cocks still pulsed, and he took several more minutes to just enjoy his foul deed, pulling his shafts almost fully out before pushing them all the way back out of the tiny muzzles again.

"Wow.. that was intense, huh?" Spike's thrusting slowed to a crawl, "You have no idea how good that felt. I really don't know if I can ever beat that." He finally let the two go limp, stopping his thrusting so he could reach over and stroke Cup and Carrot's wet faces, "How does that feel for you huh? The still warm blood of your children and the hot spunk of their killer drooling off of your face, not to mention vomit from our little pink whore."

He moved his claws back to his cock, and pulled the twin cadavers off of his shafts. They detached with a long wet slurp and he let them drop on the bed in front of him. His cocks were finally soft, the incredible climax having drained even him for the moment. He turned their bottoms around, facing the gaping holes towards the others, wanting them to see the cum covered gore flopping out the back.

"Now, are you three ready to die?" Spike grinned. Pinkie Pie shook her head desperately, but amusingly enough both of the Cakes nodded slowly.Spike chuckles, "Well that's fine, the two of you are dieing first anyway. Pinkie is for desert. And don't worry Slutty Pie, I'll be recharged enough to plow you by the time I'm done with these."

Spike reached down first to Cup's face, unbuckling her gag and pulling it from her muzzle, then did the same for Carrot, allowing them freedom of speech once again. Unsurprisingly, they still didn't make more than a grunt. Their eyes were blank, staring through the foal corpses as if they couldn't even see them anymore. They were broken.

"So how about this," Spike tossed the gags aside, "How about I let each of you choose the way that the other dies. Within the limits of what we have here of course."

"W-what?" Carrot managed, and Cup's eyes shifted to Spike with equal confusion.

"Just what I said," said Spike, "Each of you choose how the other dies. If you don't, I will choose how they die, and I can promise it won't be a painless way to go." When they didn't answer immediately he continued, "Well I guess I'll.."

"Wait!" the couple said almost in unison.

Carrot spoke first, "I'm really sorry sweetie, but I don't want you to be in pain. Um I... I guess... snapping her neck? Are you strong enough to..."

"Plenty," grinned Spike, then looked over to Cup, "And you?"

Cup spent a few moments opening and closing her mouth as if trying to find the right words, "I... I need time to think..."

"You have one minute," Spike said.

"Um, a neck snap?" Cup chose the same as her husband. Boring.

"Already chosen, they have to be different," Spike added rules as needed for his own amusement, "Forty-five seconds." She stammered for a few more seconds, and Spike laughed, "Thirty seconds."

"Um, poison?" Cup said, then added, "I mean quick poison!"

"I don't have quick poison," Spike said, "The only poison you have here would probably be cleaning agents, so I guess we'll go with that. That'll burn."

"No!"

"Then ten seconds."

"Uh... suffocation?" Cup Cake was just in time.

"Right," said Spike,"Since you weren't specific, I'll suffocate him by ramming a dead baby down his throat."

"What?!" both of the couple said.

"Too late to add specifics now! Your time is up."

Spike just laughed, cracking his knuckles before walking over to Cup Cake. He took her head in both hands, and twisted it around. Cup cried out, but he didn't feel anything snap. "Huh. Never actually snapped a neck before. Let's see..." He twisted her the other way until the started to gag, then tighter still, turning her neck as far as it would go and then jerking it at several different odd angles. He sat on her main body to try to keep her still, then tried again, finally hearing a sharp snap, a shiver rolling down her body.

Spike carefully moved her head so that she couldn't choke on her blood too quickly, then turned her so that she could see her husband again. "Yeah neck breakage isn't really instant, but don't worry. This way she'll be able to watch you a bit while she's choking on her own blood."

"No...," Carrot said, clenching his face, "I'm sorry sweetie..." She couldn't answer him, she was too busy choking.

Spike had to hurry if he wanted Cup to see some more hot action before she died. He pried the two infants' bodies completely apart, then pulled Pumpkin back to his crotch. He opened her muzzle wide, pushing one of his semi hard cocks in through her mouth, pushing down through her corpse.

Spike took hold of Carrot's head, first picking up a handful of the guts that had fallen out of the toddlers and stuffing it into his muzzle, forcing his mouth wider as he gagged, then pushed Pumpkin's destroyed hindquarters to his face. He thrust hard, packing the foal's cool corpse into her fathers muzzle.

It didn't go very far at first, her little legs lodging at the corners of his muzzle, so Spike pulled back to straighten out the legs before thrusting inward again. He forced it deeper as Carrot began to gag more and more violently, then started firm thrusting, fucking the dead toddler deeper. He used one claw to brace Carrot's head and the other to grasp about his nose so that he couldn't breathe through it either. He used his tail to slowly stroke the cock that wasn't inside the infant.

Cup Cake finally ceased her shivering, eyes rolled back and a puddle of blood having formed inside her muzzle. She had managed to turn her head enough to choke herself more quickly on her own blood, it seemed, a pity. Either way, she had certainly seen some shit before going. Carrot wasn't long to follow her, his own eyes rolling back as his body finally went limp. Spike's pre drooled down to his face, but Spike held his climax this time, he wanted to save it for Pinkie.

He finally pulled his cock out of the dead infant in the dead father's muzzle, letting them rest on the bed, and turned back to Pinkie. She had her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her usually poofy mane and tail has deflated, going straight with her misery. Spike reached over to pull the gag from her muzzle; she was biting down on it so hard that she bit her tongue as soon as he jerked it free.

"You always did look sexier with your mane down," said Spike, "Now I'm gonna fuck you, then torture you, then fuck you again, then murder you, then fuck you again."

"Spike..." was all that Pinkie could manage to say, choking on a sob right afterwards.

The dragon took a deep breath, the smell of blood and fear filling the room. He moved behind Pinkie on the swing, standing behind her and allowing his shafts to flop out against her behind. He rubbed both claws over her plot, enjoying how she recoiled in disgust at his very touch.

"Mmm, you really hate this huh?" Spike said as he let his meat harden against her soft fur, "This is how I wanted you, this is how you deserve to be." He pulled his shafts back slowly, pushing one tip to her pussy and another too her butt. "Such an annoying little whore. I'll miss you the least out of all my friends."

Though she resisted, clenching her moist cunt and tight pucker against him, she was still pretty easy to sink into. It was apparent that she had been had a lot. He pushed deep, not stopping until his gore covered scales smacked against her pink behind, then pulled back and started hammering into her. It was wonderful how she tried to squeeze and expel him.

"Nothing to say?" Spike asked, gripping his claws against her sides and dragging them back, leaving cuts that slowly oozed blood, "Fuck you're loose."

"What did I do wrong?" whimpered Pinkie.

"Did wrong?" Spike chuckled, then pulled his shafts back out of her again, "I don't kill ponies because they did anything wrong, even if you're the most annoying of them. You clearly don't know how this works."

Spike held his shafts together and pushed them both into her cunt again, stretching her out wider, finally getting a nice tight fit around his cocks. He began thrusting hard into her again, the beautiful, wet suction of shafts being driven into wet holes filled the room.

"You have no idea," said Spike as he gripped her hindquarters hard and twisted his claws to slice into her cutie marks, "The more innocent someone is, the more they trust you, the better it feels to violate them." Spike jerked his shafts out again with a pop, then shoved them both against her ass instead, popping into her to stretch her out there as well. "So yeah, it's not quite as awesome since I didn't really like you, but you still trusted me, and that's enough to get my rocks off hard."

Spike groaned as his cocks started to throb hard once again. He ravaged her ass for a few more moments, then switched back to her sopping wet cunt. He continued this, fucking one hole and then the other with both cocks. Only when he was painfully near climax, pre splurting from his shafts, did he push them each into a different hole again. He squirted hard into her, pumping her full of yet another climax and then spending another full minute packing it deep.

"Aw yeah," Spike breathed, running his fingers through the sobbing pony's plush fur, "You know you are really soft, your skin would really make a great jack off cloth... which sort of gives me an idea."

Spike was going to need better access to her whole body to do what he wanted. Yanking his cocks out and leaving each of her holes drooling his fluids, he moved to disconnect her one hook at a time from the ceiling, allowing her to plop back onto the bed atop the cooling corpses.

"What are you going to do?" asked Pinkie, looking down onto the bed and then quickly closing her eyes.

Spike went back to the toy box, digging through the toys until he found a harness made to hang her the way he needed her to be hanging. He moved back to the bed, and unlatched her front hooves from her present contraption. Once free, she tried her best to kick him, but it was no use, she couldn't get any traction with the rest of her body still bound.

Spike didn't even bother getting mad after being hoofed in the stomach a few times. Instead he grabbed both of her hooves and pulled them forward, latching them into the new harness.Her front hooves held together, he undid the rest of her present harness, only leaving the spreader bar between her hind legs. The new harness was clamped to a collar around her neck, then she was lifted up by her forelegs to the ceiling.

The bed was getting in the way at this point, so Spike took the time to push it out of the way, leaving it and the corpses atop it in the middle of the room. He then lowered Pinkie until her hind hooves barely touched the floor, her front hooves held above her head as she hung from them. There, he'd be able to get to most of her this way.

Leaving her there to wonder what her fate would be, Spike left to go downstairs to the kitchen. He was familiar with the place, so he knew where the knives were, choosing several serrated blades of various lengths. He also took the time to prepare their jumbo oven that they used to bake many cakes at once. He removed all the oven racks, then turned it on to be heating up. He turned the stove eye on top of the counter on as well. On this he put a large pan into which he put every stick of butter he could find, letting it be heating up as well.

When he made his way back to the bedroom, Pinkie was still hanging there limply, her head only up because the collar held her.

"I've never skinned anypony before," Spike said, "But I seem to be catching onto this torture thing pretty fast."

"W-what?" Pinkie blurted out, "Skinning? You can't do that, I'm a pony!"

Spike rolled his eyes at her, ignoring the protest and moving up to her. He winked at her shocked eyes, then held the knives in his tail so he could use them one at a time. It took him a while to find one that he thought would work best, and luckily Pinkie was rather limp in her despair. He finally found one that was perfect for the job, as close to a skinning knife as he might find in a pony's house, and went to work.

When she felt the blade slice through her skin, Pinkie's entire body went rigid as if she was afraid to move lest he cut deeper. He sliced along her lower neck, then started to slowly peel down the flesh a bit at a time to try to keep it at one piece. Pinkie screamed like he had never heard a pony scream before, shrill and desperate, so hard that she started gagging at the end. By the time he had gotten a few inches down her form, she had practically screamed herself hoarse.

Eventually it did bother him that someone might hear these screams, so he paused in his work to refit the ball gag around Pinkie's head. This muffled the screams enough that he wasn't nearly so worried, but it was a pity he had to do so because the screaming had his cocks rock solid, throbbing as if they hadn't been fed in days.

Spike continued down Pinkie's front side, curling around the edge where her leg met her body, all the way to her side, then worked the other side as well. Soon he was peeling off a large chunk of pink furred flesh, leaving sensitive, bleeding muscles free to experience the open air. He enjoyed stroking his fingers over the bared muscle, feeling her shiver as the slightest touch shot pain through her form.

He continued all the way down her front, things becoming easier after he had a lot of skin loose. He worked all the way down, pulling off the fur from around her drooling pussy, all the way back to her tight ass pucker, then pulled the full sheet of skin off of her form.

Her back was much easier now that he had gotten the hang of things, and she seemed to get more still the further down her body he worked. He peeled the full sheet of skin right down her back, all the way down to her rump cheeks and pulling off the last bit of skin that had been left from the front. He grinned as he pulled the second sheet away, taking time to fold it around his shafts and stroke them up and down.

"Mmm," Spike huffed, "You do make a great jack off cloth. You're good for something after all."

He wasn't done with the skinning yet however. Next he worked down each of her legs, removing her socks first. He sliced a slit down the inside of her legs, then pulled the rest of it off in one sheet. It was slower going than her nice flat chest or back, but soon he had one leg and then the other freed from their flesh from thigh to hoof. He giggled a bit, holding up her cutie mark where she could see it.

She had stopped trying to squeal, and Spike doubted she could be very loud now, so he pulled the gag back off of her. Sure enough, she didn't try to scream, she just let out a pitiful, begging moan. Spike unleashed her front hooves. He allowed her to tumble onto the floor, which made her spasm violently at the pressure on her raw skin.

"Heh, ready to die yet?" Spike asked as he pulled her over onto her back, yanking up one fore leg to work it the same as he had worked her hind leg. He removed the socks and then went to skinning.

"Oh Celestia no I don't want to die," Pinkie murmured.

"Aw, what's wrong? Afraid of the dark are you?" Spike made faster work on the new limb.

"I'm terrified please don't let me die Spike," Pinkie begged, "Just leave me like this I won't tell anypony who did it I swear, I just don't want to die."

"Mmmm," Spike practically moaned, "Just knowing you're that afraid of death... is gonna make your death that much sexier."

Pinkie was quite as her forelegs were completed, the two wraps of flesh joining the gathering pile. He even took the time to skin her tail, pulling her straightened fur off her body and leaving her bald. He then moved to her head, turning her over and starting at the back of her head, peeling her skin away mane and all, then working around to her face. He stared into her terrified eyes as he pulled the rest of her skin free, tossing it onto the pile and then looking down at a job well done.

He let his drooling cocks flop against her bared belly now, moving to straddle her. He leaned down to lick at her face, making her shake at every little touch. He panted, unable to resist another go. He pushed his dual cocks both into her amazingly sensitive pussy, pushing deep, dragging along her skinless lips and then bringing his whole body to rest against her own.

"Y-you could keep me," begged Pinkie in desperation even as Spike began to push in and out of her pussy again, smacking his scales against her bare muscle with each stroke, "Please Spike, I.. I could be your little fuck toy, I'm really good at it! Anything, please, just don't kill me..."

It was adorable the way she thought she could still survive after being flayed like this, though not as adorable as her terror. Spike sped up his thrusts, throbbing cocks already drooling pre as he pumped into her, he couldn't believe that he was going to cum so hard so soon after his last go, but she was driving him wild with arousal.

"Oh but Slutty Pie," Spike felt his orgasm closing in, his body shivering and voice rising in pitch, "But I don't need you to be alive to be my fuck toy. I'll fuck you until I feel maggots crawling around my cock when I push it into you, and I'll remember your sweet begging and how afraid you were each time I defile your corpse."

Spike arched his back again, drooling saliva onto her chest as he blew his load. He jerked his shafts free of her cunts, instead spraying most of his load over her body. Even after all this, there was still enough pressure for it to splatter all the way from her muzzle to her well raped slit, making her whine as the sperm burned against her.

"There," said Spike, "I bet the oven is plenty heated up now. You know, I've never fucked a roasted corpse before. I mean I burned Sweetie to death, but I don't think I 'd really consider that roasting."

Spike picked up Pinkie, carrying her shaking body out of her room and downstairs, heading back towards the kitchen. He lay her out on the counter, and retrieved the large pan full of melted, scalding hot butter. He held the pan, impervious to its heat himself, and grinned toothily as he poured butter over Pinkie's front side, all the way from her legs, her pussy, her body, and then in her face and eyes.

Pinkie screamed herself hoarse within seconds at the new source of agony. Spike shivered at the wonderful sound, then took both hands and began to rub the butter over her body, making sure each part of her was well basted. He spread it over her legs and body, then pushed a funnel into her cunt lips and poured some directly into the hole. Her whole body stiffened and her back arched so far she almost fell off the counter. He then held her down by the neck and poured the boiling butter into her nose and mouth, immediately holding it shut until she swallowed.

Spike laughed at her antics, then turned her over on the counter. He poured more of the scalding butter across her back, then began spreading it over her just as he had her front. He used the funnel again, this time to dump some into her tight little ass, earning more convulsions. He pushed plugs into her ass and cunt to keep more of the butter inside of her.

"Ready?" Spike wondered if she would still want to live after all that, "I'm gonna put you in the oven Pinkie, you're gonna die in there, then I'm gonna fuck your roasted corpse."

"No no no no!" Pinkie gagged, barely recognizable as words, "Please no! I'll do anything please I don't wanna die!"

"You are making me so hard right now," Spike breathed.

Spike dragged Pinkie off of the counter, opening up the oven, heat billowing out when he did. Pinkie struggled as hard as she could, continuing her begging and pleading even as he pushed her head first into the oven. Her pleas became shrill screams once again, her entire body convulsing again, but unable to even move from the agony once he got her fully into the oven.

Spike admired her skinned behind as she shivered within the oven, and couldn't help himself. He pulled the plugs out of her cunt and ass temporarily, then pushed his throbbing cocks into the rear entrances again. He held tightly against the counter, thrusting his hips hard. Her pussy and ass were hot, way hotter than normal, and it felt wonderful. It felt as if her inner fluids were already simmering from the head of the oven.

Pinkie's rape holes convulsed around his murderous shafts as she screamed, the heat and sound washing over him and driving him wild once again. Her weak attempts to pull herself out only served to pump her hips back against him, his cocks getting milked wonderfully.

Spike felt like he was getting off again soon, but he held it this time. He wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. He let the oven close as far as he could with himself in the way, trying to hold all the head in that he could, and continued at a slow deliberate pace. Pinkie smelled wonderful as her form baked within the oven, and soon he enjoyed her final convulsions as she went into her death throws.

"Mmm, that's right," Spike moaned loudly, "Die with my cocks belly deep inside your cum holes."

She seemed to hold on for quite a while, desperately clinging to every second of life that she could as her body thrashed within the oven. Spike groaned, savoring every second of her death, but still keeping himself from cumming. He sped his pace just slightly, smacking his body against her as she continued to simmer.

The combination of holes tightening as they cooked and the heat from the oven drove him so wild that he kept fucking her corpse for a good hour after she was dead. By the time he came, his cum joining her own inner juices and boiling almost immediately, he could barely remember where he was. He finally came to his senses, took a deep satisfied breath, and replugged her rear holes before he closed the door on his dead friend.

He had no idea how long he needed to cook her. He had the oven as hot as it would go, so she was going to cook fast but probably unevenly as well. He didn't really mind. He left her there in the oven and calmly strolled back to her room, Smiling at the corpses, he began to undo their restraints.

"Five dead, wow," Spike admired his own lethality, "That's as many as I killed in the first three go's combined. I am so fucking awesome."

Spike dragged the corpses downstairs, then out the back of the stop to the wagon that he knew was parked there. First he dragged Cup down in his arms as he held Pound in his tail, plopping them into the wagon. The second trip he did the same with Carrot and Pumpkin, though their corpses were still joined together with Pumpkin stuffed ass first into Carrot's muzzle. A third trip took Pinkie's box of toys as well as her skin.

Spike was still super turned on by the whole thing, and couldn't help having another go in the wagon. He pushed Carrot and Cup Cake together similarly to how he had combined their children before, then slowly slipped one shaft into Cup's pussy and the other into Carrot's torn ass. They were getting a bit dry, but Spike didn't care.

Despite being outside, he took his time with their corpses. It was dark after all, and Spike hadn't turned on any lights aside from Pinkie's room light. He still glanced around a bit from time to time, at least at first, but after ten minutes or so was too distracted by the dead holes he was fucking.

It was actually hard to get off this time. He had to really concentrate, and when he did, he didn't really fill them like he had before. Actually, it was a bit painful as many times as he had already came, but he just couldn't help himself. His constant need to fuck was driving him insane.

After spending a good half hours in the Cakes' corpses, Spike covered them with a sheet and went back inside to check on Pinkie. When he opened the oven, a billow of heat and fumes poured out. She really did smell delicious, though as he suspected she was quite unevenly cooked. She had barely fit to begin with, and her legs and back that had been against the heating elements were scalded so badly they looked fused to the top and bottom of the oven. Though her rear entries remained plugged, it looked like she had vomited up a few organs from her other end. Spike had no idea ponies could throw up organs, that was pretty hot.

Not bothering to turn it off, he pulled hard on the well done pony, tearing her out of the oven. He tossed her up onto the counter, looking over her charred flesh with approval. He felt over her body, feeling how firm it had become, then leaned down, tearing a chunk of meat from her foreleg and chewing it slowly.

"Not bad," shrugged Spike.

He crawled up onto the counter, turning Pinkie onto her back and forcing her legs apart. His cock was literally in pain at this point, but he had promised he'd fuck her well done corpse, and somehow it lessened her terrifying death if he didn't do as he'd said.

He slipped between her legs, laying atop her hot body missionary style, then moved a claw to remove the plugs in her cunt and ass. Even as cum and butter began to bubble out, he replugged them with his twin cocks, forcing the half-hard organs deeply into her, enjoying the scalding hot fluid as it bathed his organs inside of her. He leaned downward and kissed her deeply, running his tongue over her teeth and licking the roof of her muzzle, then flexed his hips and began to thrust into her.

Her inner flesh was stiff, not giving way as it did for a living or freshly dead pony, but he had fucked stiffer holes back in his cave, and these two were still well lubricated from the juices that cooked inside of her. He reached his head to her foreleg again, pulling off another chunk of meat and slowly chewing it down, enjoying her taste even as he was plundering her cunt and ass.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, but he had skeletized one foreleg and started on the second by the time he was ready to cum. He panted and shivered, blowing one last load into her pussy and asshole. It felt like he was milking a dry well, but still managed to mix a bit more cum into the inner fluids.

He pulled his cocks out, allowing fluid to bubble to the surface and drool down to the counter. He then dragged Pinkie's well done cadaver to the wagon as well, tossing her atop the Cake family and covering them again. Wrapping himself in a blanket as well, he latched himself into the front of the wagon so that he could pull it.

He headed through the darkest parts of Ponyville, and finally made it back to the forest. He safely made his way all the way to his cave. For once, he was far too tired to enjoy any fun time with his earlier conquests, so he just relaxed. He lay back on a bed of dead bodies, Rarity in one arm and Twilight in the other, breathing deep the stench that filled his cave. He took another moment to kiss Rarity deeply, lapping several maggots out of her throat and swallowing them down before putting her head back on her body. He kissed Twilight deeply as well, even if there wasn't much left of her mouth, before finally fading off to sleep.

Two For One Deal

Spike woke again late into the evening, he was becoming a bit of a night owl. He took about a half hour to just lay with his corpses and enjoy their company, thinking about how each of them died, then fantasizing how he other friends would die. Just two more.

He knew he wanted to do Fluttershy next. She was probably the most rape-able out of all his friends, and the least likely to resist. He couldn't really think of how he wanted to kill her, but he had done well improvising so far.

After another quick shower and a large rock based meal, he felt ready to go once again. He left his bag of goodies, as well as Pinkie's toy box, because he didn't think he'd need it. Fluttershy would be an easy catch, then he could just fly her back to his cave and do her there. It'd be great fun to torment her with the corpses of their friends.

It didn't take him too long to get to the cottage, but what he found there was a bit disappointing. She seemed to be at home all right, the light on in her upstairs room, but there was also torchlight around the perimeter, and Spike counted at least three guards that he could see. His little fun time the night before had obviously put them on full alert, there's no way they didn't know someone was killing off the elements by now.

He considered his options for a moment. All he really needed to do was swoop in and grab her, but one of the guards was a pegasus and Spike could never outrun one while carrying Fluttershy. He doubted he could convince them that he had good intentions either, they wouldn't be as stupid as Pinkie had been.

He frowned. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn't be able to have his fun. No doubt Rainbow would be similarly guarded, maybe Scootaloo as well. He could always just go nab some random pony, maybe the spa ponies or Derpy and her daughter, but it just wouldn't be the same. It just wouldn't feel right if he didn't murder his best friends before moving on to others.

"If only I had help," Spike mused, "But who would help a crazy dragon kill ponies? I don't know of anyone that would enjoy hurting things just for..."

Wait. He had met someone that enjoyed killing for fun, and Spike doubted they could say no to sticking their dick in somepony either. The other teenage dragons he met at the dragon crater!

Hmmm, but would they go along with it after he had left them? He had to hope they would. He hoped they were wicked enough to help him, but he was pretty sure they were with some of the stories he had overheard when he was there before.

It was daylight again when Spike finally came in for a landing at the dragon crater. He carried a sack beneath him, containing a bit of proof of his evil intents. As he rounded over the crater, his heart sank just a bit. There were no dragons that he could see, adult or his own size. Then again, they had only been here for the migration, right?

Spike was about to turn around and head home when he spotted a cave on the side of the crater, a few gem shards littered about the front. Well if he couldn't find any dragons, he may as well stop for some gems.

Landing at the cave entrance, he peered inside, realizing that there was firelight within. Was someone still living here?

Spike sneaked through the cave opening, down a downward slopping tunnel, which opened up into a large cave behind. Within, he saw none other than two dragons he knew, Garble and Fizzle. The red dragon Garble had his back turned, and the white dragon Fizzle didn't seem to be looking Spike's direction either.

"Yeah I bet you would," Garble sounded unusually flirty.

"You better believe I would," Fizzle leaned slowly forward, lips softly touching against Garbles.

"Am I interrupting something?" Spike just couldn't stop himself. This was a little hilarious.

"What?" Fizzle jerked his head back and looked in Spikes direction, his whole face burning red with embarrassment. It didn't help that his own dual shafts were semi-hard.

Garble's were as well, but then again it wasn't like Spike wasn't showing too, "What? Hey what are you doing here, you little--. do I know you?"

"Well yeah, I'm Spike," said Spike, "We um, we met before... probably didn't part on the best circumstances but, well I came here hoping to make things good. You live here."

"Make things good?" asked Garble, looking Spike up and down, "You're a bit bigger... actually you're bigger than us...And yeah me and Fizzle live here, the others are only around for migrations and... what's in the bag?"

Indeed, Spike was almost a foot taller. He must have grown a bit more. Spike didn't realize how buff he'd gotten, but he was a lot more athletic and firm looking than they were, he could probably toss either of them across the room if he wanted.

It was pretty apparent why Garble and Fizzle lived together, but Spike decided not to mention it. He just hoped they were straight enough to want to do what he wanted.

"Proof that I'm on the level." Spike said, opening up the bag and dumping out the contents. It was the heads of his four friends, Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie, even if they weren't all there when he was here before. "My pony 'friends'."

"Not bad," Fizzle said from behind Garble.

"Yeah not bad," Garble folded his arms, and his shafts seemed to harden slightly, "Is that dried cum on their faces? Awesome, but what do you want me to do about it? Doesn't look like there's enough left of them for serious fun."

Spike grinned, this was going well, "Oh I got a cave full of the rest of their bodies, i"ve... I've been on a bit of a spree. I've killed most of my best pony friends but... well it's harder now because they're looking for me. I thought maybe some of you guys would like to help... and um... you know, stick your dick in some unwilling pony."

"I don't know," Fizzle was still hiding a bit behind Garble.

"Hey if you'd rather stay here in each others company, that's fine, I'm not one to judge if you prefer each others ass over a nice, tight, unwilling pony plot." Spike started putting the heads back in the bag.

"Watch it now," Garble growled, "Yeah well... yeah we'll do it, long as there's some pony murder involved, I'm all in. Fizzle is too."

Fizzle nodded, seeming okay with Garble deciding for him, "Um, but you can um... with me too if you want."

"Fuck Fizzle," Garble shook his head, but chuckled, "You're such a damn slut."

Spike gave them the run down on the way back to his own cave, and they wanted to know everything. He detailed his experiences so far, leaving nothing out, and the other two dragons definitely seemed to appreciate it. They laughed often as if he was telling them jokes, and even complimented him on his creativity with Pinkie Pie.

Then they had to get slightly more serious. How to get Fluttershy away from her guards without them seeing them? Fizzle seemed convinced that they could take on the guards directly, but Spike had no idea how many there were. Of course, Spike also had Twilight's potions, and they did include sleeping potions that could be thrown at foes and shattered. Alone, Spike might not be able to take out all the guards before one of them got him, but with three of them coming from three directions, it shouldn't be a problem.

Though Spike also had begun to think ahead a bit more than usual. Rainbow Dash would be his last victim, but after such a daring grab for Fluttershy, Rainbow would probably outright be hidden away somewhere. It'd be best if they grabbed Fluttershy and then grabbed Rainbow as well before Fluttershy's guards even wake back up. It might take all three of them to overpower Rainbow even with potions, but Spike was determined to get this done. He couldn't rest until all his friends were dead.

Back at the cave, Spike dumped the heads back into the corpse pile. The very idea of a corpse pile made Garble laugh, though in the end he admitted it was 'sort of hot'. Fizzle was a lot quieter, but the fact that his erections were rock hard the whole time they were in the cave told Spike all he needed to know about the white dragon's opinion.

Spike didn't let them hang out too long though, he was more than ready to sink his dick into some Fluttercunt. He divided what sleep potions he had, three for each of the three dragons, and gave each of them a rope from Pinkie's toy box so the first that found her could tie up Fluttershy. Just to be sure, Spike carried the roll of bondage tape as well.

Flying in low, just below the tree tops, they split up just before arriving at Fluttershy's house. Spike rounded about to the front of the house, briefly glancing towards the back and hoping the other dragons were doing as they should. He clenched the potions tightly in each hand, and swooped in, flying low to the ground as he charged in.

There were three guards at the front door, and they apparently weren't paying attention as they should be. Lost in conversation, they only saw Spike when he was seconds from impact. Two earth ponies drew spears, bracing them as if to let Spike run into them, and the third one, a pegasus, took off upwards. Spike swept up over the pikes and then turned downward to slam the pegasus back to the ground. He then tossed a potion into the middle of the group and swerved off just in time to avoid slamming into Fluttershy's house.

It didn't feel right using non-lethal methods, so Spike swept back in once they had slumped to the ground, fanning his wings to push away the sleeping gas. He landed in the middle, and reached for the nearest ones head. Twisting it around similar to how he had Miss Cake's, he snapped the first guard's neck, leaving him to shiver and die as he choked on his fluids. The second and third received the same treatment; by the third Spike really felt like he was getting the hang of it.

There was some racket around the house, and Spike heard the sound of fire breath. He was just about to go look to be sure his comrades weren't fucking up when they rounded the house from opposite directions to join him.

"Huh, got three of em huh?" said Garble, "Good for you, we only got two each."

"Pity we don't have time to drag all these bodies back, but Fluttershy will be enough fun to make up for all of them," said Spike, flapping his wings and swooping up towards Fluttershy's bedroom window, "I'll get her, grab a few of her stupid animals so we can kill t hem in front of her."

"Eh?" Garble tilted his head, but shrugged and nodded. Fizzle nodded quietly behind him as well. Who would have thought that Spike would end up being the dominant one amongst them?

Spike flew up to the window, smashing his entire body through it without any warning for those inside. He might not have seen Fluttershy immediately except she shrieked at the sound of her window breaking from under the bed. Spike grinned, leaning down to peak beneath it.

"Hello Fluttercunt," said Spike, reaching beneath to grab her by the mane and pull her out, "Say hello to the dragon that's going to fuck your corpse."

"You... I'm sorry... please don't do that," Fluttershy gave a token struggle, but wasn't very hard to control.

Spike chuckled, pinning her on the floor by pushing one knee down against her neck. She squirmed further as he fitted the rope around her waist, forcing her wings to fold against her back in the process. He had enough to then wrap all four of her legs together in a nice firm hog tie.

All that time, she begged in her tiny little voice, "Please don't. You don't have to do this. I'll be good I promise. I'm sorry please don't." Her pleas did nothing other than harden Spike's shafts.

And they were off, leaving Fluttershy's house to be slowly consumed by the flames from Garble and Fizzle's fire breath. Fluttershy wasn't difficult to haul back, though they had to try and make as good of time as they could. Garble and Fizzle had several small animals, including her bunny Angel, a few squirrels, and an adorable little white kitten. Those also were tied up with shorter lengths of ropes.

Once at the cave, they didn't spend time to let their guests settle in. They swooped in and dropped their victims off from about five feet in the air, allowing them to fall onto the ground in front of the cave with dull thuds. Not wasting any time, they were immediately off again, this time Spike leading them to Rainbow Dash's house.

Her cloud house was a great deal further than Fluttershy's, but when they arrived at a distance the guards seemed to be guarding the home rather calmly. They must have not gotten word as of yet. The guard positions, however, were a bit more difficult. Most of them were sitting on separate clouds rather than in groups.

"The potions will fall through the clouds if we don't hit and... even then the guards are too far from each other," Spike said as the three hid in another nearby cloud.

"So you planned for that, right?" asked Garble.

Spike felt like his question was a challenge, and Spike wanted to stay in the dominant position. He had to prove himself.

"Right," said Spike, "It's dark and none of them are guarding the bottom of the house. We can sneak below it on the ground, then quietly fly upwards through the cloudy sections of the floor."

"Sounds dangerous..." said Fizzle.

"If it wasn't, it wouldn't be fun," Spike smacked Fizzle on the rump, then ducked out of the cloud towards the ground.

Trying to stay beneath trees anywhere they could, the three crept slowly until they were directly below the cloud house. Spike motioned for them to go up, and all three flew upwards, hovering as quietly as possible just below the bottom floor. Spike motioned for them to be silent with a shhh, then crept upwards himself.

Poking his head slowly through a thin section, he pushed his eyes above the floor and took a peek. Rainbow Dash was there all right, though she wasn't doing much of anything. She was more or less sitting on the edge of her bed staring at the floor in front of her. As luck would have it though, it looked like she had a visitor. Scootaloo sat on the floor beside the bed, looking Rainbow's direction. Scootaloo had a Daring Do book open in front of her, but she wasn't reading it. It looked like she was trying to think of a way to cheer up Dash. It was awesome to see them both broken like that.

Spike ducked back down, motioning for his friends to come close. He carefully positioned himself beneath where Scootaloo was sitting, and motioned to the others to be ready to grab her. The two nodded, and Fizzle took the bondage tape, pulling out a long strip.

Spike took a deep breath, working up the nerve and hoping Rainbow wasn't looking. He poked his head out of the cloud behind Scootaloo's back, then reached his arms around her. One hand closed around her muzzle as the other grabbed her torso, and he forcibly yanked downward until the moved through the cloud floor with him. Scoots was struggling a great deal. It was going to be hard to keep her quiet enough for Rainbow not to hear.

His two minions seemed to realize this as well, and Garble quickly improvised, slamming a fist into the side of Scoot's head and jarring her to unconsciousness. As quickly as possible, they taped the little girls wings tightly down, then taped her front legs and back legs each together. Spike handed her to Fizzle, then motioned for Garble to follow him.

"I grab from behind, you hit her in the head with a potion," Spike whispered to Garble, who nodded. He still had a potion left, so he clenched it quietly.

In one sudden move, Spike surged up through the floor on one side of Rainbow Dash, immediately grabbing one hand for her muzzle and the other to wrap about her midsection. He drew in a deep breath and held it, just in time for Garble to smack Rainbow Dash in the head with the potion, which spread out through the room.

Garble was a bit slow to hold his breath, but seemed to get the idea. Rainbow Dash was far too panicked to even think about holding hers, and she only made noise for a few seconds before drifting off. Once she was down, they wasted no time, sinking back beneath the clouds.

As they sank through the clouds, Spike heard Rainbow's door open. The guards were checking on them? Perhaps they had made more noise than Spike believed. The trio wasted no time though, Rainbow held by Spike and Garble as Fizzle came from behind with Scootaloo in his arms. They sank beneath the tree tops and swooped low, going as fast as they could with their loads.

It would take some time for the guards to search the whole house, and perhaps some more to realize how stupid they had been to not post a guard on the bottom at night, and it seemed to be enough time for the trio to get out of range. Once they were confident that no one followed, they paused briefly too take care of Rainbow.

Rainbow didn't get a high dose, so she wasn't going to stay under for long. The only restraint they had was the bondage tape, so fizzle held the roll as Garble and Spike spun Rainbow around, firmly taping her wings to her back. They then yanked her legs together to hog tie her as well, using up almost the whole roll of tape. Then, just to be sure. They dropped the two to the ground and hovered upwards, dropping another potion to shatter and spread its fumes over them. They gave it time for them to breath in a good deal before they flapped their wings to disperse the mist.

Once they were confident, they had to get the two back to their lair. With the longer travel time, they were quite exhausted when they finally did arrive, panting heavily. Their two new victims were dropped every bit as harshly as Fluttershy had been, then all their victims were dragged into Spike's cave proper. Spike felt like he was going to explode. Here he was, finally about to fulfill his fantasy and murder the last of his friends.

Fluttershy tensed up her face and coughed after taking a breath inside of the cave. She tried to breath as little as possible, but didn't mention it yet. Instead she piped in, "Please don't hurt the others. I'm... I'll do anything."

"You'll do anything either way," Spike chuckled, then moved towards his collection of Twilight's potions. He picked up several, shaking them hard, which caused them to suddenly shine brightly, lighting up the cave better than torches could. Of course, this also gave the victims the first look at what smelled so much. The bodies of the victims so far were all laying in a random pile, what was left of them covered in dried blood, guts, and cum.

Fluttershy screamed so loud that it echoed through the cave. She struggled violently for a few moments as if trying to back herself away from the pile of death, but didn't get more than a few inches for all her wobbling.

"She's gonna be fun," said Garble, "We'll see how loud she can yell with my cock down her throat."

"You bet," said Spike, "Let's get everyone in proper bondage though. Tape just... ain't gonna do it as good."

Garble and Fizzle both looked impatient, or at least their cocks did, but no more than Spike's own throbbing dragonhoods, which he silently but proudly noted were a few inches longer and notably thicker than the others' equipment.

"It'd be more fun to untie her entirely, not like she can outrun us even if she did get out of the cave," said Garble, "I want to feel that slut squirm."

"Fair enough," Spike decided, "Untape Scootaloo too then, she's a crippled little bitch so isn't going anywhere either, but we need to keep Rainbow bound up. Just trust me, she shouldn't be loose."

The two complied with that, taking Rainbow and fitting her up even as she started to stir slightly. Spreader bars were firmly pushed to separate her front legs and hind legs respectively. The tape was torn rather roughly off of her at this point, which snapped her awake pretty surely. Even with her legs trapped, it took all three of them to hold her. The stench in the room worked in their favor at least; she was trying not to breath too much yet either.

"Lemme go!" Rainbow screamed, "When I get out I'll kill you fuckers I don't care how many of you there are!" Spike had never seen her this pissed, it was a little sexy. He supposed getting her friends murdered would do that to a girl.

They managed to pin her flapping wings and placed it in a handy little harness from Pinkie's box, which was designed to wrap about a pegasus' waist and wrap cris-crossed up their wing to hold them in a wingboner position. When she was finally firmly restrained, the dragons pulled away from her. It was at this point that she noticed the corpse pile as well, and for a moment just stared wide eyed in that direction as if her mind broke a little.

Fluttershy was too timid to even try to escape while they were with Rainbow. Instead she had gone to Scootaloo's side, trying to unwrap her as gently as possible. Garble moved over and helped by yanking the tape off of Scootaloo as he had with Rainbow, pulling out clumps of fur in the process and making Scootaloo scream herself awake.

"Let her go!" demanded Rainbow Dash from behind them, drawing the attention of the dragons again, "I'm warning you!"

"I think she wants to go first," said Garble, "I think I'll shut her stupid muzzle."

"I think you're right," said Spike. "I call pussy."

"Yeah that fag probably wants her asshole anyway," Garble said, as if Fizzle wasn't standing right there.

"Um," Fizzle blinked, but then nodded, "Yes sir."

Rainbow Dash strained at her bindings as the dragons discussed which part of her each of them would rape, "Don't you touch me!"

Spike ignored Rainbow's words and padded over to the corpse pile. Hrming to himself, he leaned down, retrieving Sweetie Belle's corpse from where it was pinned under most of the other. He tossed it towards Fluttershy, and it landed in front of her with a gruesome splat.

"Eat her out Fluttershy," said Spike.

"W-what?!" Fluttershy looked at him with wide eyes.

"If you don't," said Spike, "I'll make you eat out Scootaloo's dead pussy instead. Get my drift?"

"O-okay," Fluttershy was barely audible.

Scootaloo sniffled from where she sat behind Fluttershy, looking away from the others and crying silently to herself. Fluttershy put a wing over the scared foal, but also leaned her head down towards Sweetie's crotch. It was a gaping hole, though not near as torn open as the other dead foals they had, at least Sweetie's was recognizable as a cunt.

"Spike, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Rainbow screamed, "You... you don't do this! Why would you do this?"

"Please," said Spike, "I know you of all ponies have gotten off on hurting someone before. Well killing them is even more fun."

"Even Rarity? You loved her! Even Twilight? She.. she was practically your mother!"

"ESPECIALLY Rarity and Twilight," said Spike, "Murdering someone that I really love, someone that trusts and loves me back, you have no idea how hard I came in them, then in their corpses over and over again."

Even as Rainbow Dash struggled, Spike moved up to her. He slipped himself beneath her, sliding across the floor on his back until he was beneath her, scaled body between her own body and the spreader bars at the ends of her hooves. Garble knelt in front of her, his cocks mere inches from her face, and Fizzle excitedly gripped at her behind.

Meanwhile Fluttershy tried several times to lap at Sweetie Belle. She pulled back immediately the first few attempts. Then she managed to push her tongue into the well fucked hole only to jerk back and eep when she felt maggots crawling against it.

"She's um... infested," Fluttershy peeped.

"And I better see you eat those maggots," said Spike, "Don't make me tell you again."

"O-okay... I'm sorry..."

Spike practically purred as he ran his claws down Rainbow's form, then reached one hand down to feel out her slit, pushing his fingers against the opening. Definitely not a virgin, but not a slut like Pinkie either, she apparently had standards, not that it mattered now.

"I swear if you ram those nasty things in... I will bite that off if you put that fucker in my mo--- mph"

Rainbow was cut off as apparently Garble didn't take her threat to heart, but it likely wasn't the first unwilling blowjob he had gotten. He lodged his thumbs against her jaws between her teeth to keep her from closing them, and pushed both shafts into her muzzle, "Ah yeah, that's the spot." Rainbow gagged as he pushed them deep.

Spike got a nice view of that even as he pushed his own shafts upwards into her. He held his two together again, pushing the tapered tips into her pussy, enjoying the feel of her clenching hole trying to push him out. He pushed deeper, spreading her pussy wider than she'd likely ever felt, and enjoyed her as her body began to tremble against him. "Tight... not virgin though, I bet Fluttershy is."

"I.. I think she is back here," Fizzle panted, gripping Rainbow's hips hard and rolling his eyes back. He bucked his hips forward, prying open her tail hole and making her arch her back at the sharp pain, "D-definitely was!" Fizzle arched his back and began thrusting steadily.

As Pincushion Dash was penetrated by six dragon cocks, Spike looked over at Fluttershy. He was actually surprised to see her pushing her muzzle against Sweetie's corpse. She had a disgusted look on her face, as if she was about to hurl, but she licked deeply. She drew her head back for a moment, crawlers on her tongue, seeming afraid to swallow them. "Fluttershy," Spike panted in her direction, "Tell Dash how sexy she looks, then let me see you masturbate as you lick deeper."

Fluttershy was amazingly submissive, and studdered quietly, "Y-you look... v-very sexy Rainbow Dash." She lowered he head and did lick deep, literally french kissing the corpse cunt, tilting her head back and forth to work her tongue more deeply. One of her hooves pushed between her legs to awkwardly rub at her obviously unaroused slit. Spike wondered if she honestly thought he'd spare Scootaloo for her.

Rainbow tried to complain more, every now and then getting out garbled, shouted syllables between thrusts into her throat, but in the end she was just a cock puppet for the three of them. Her neck swelled with Garble's twin shafts, gagging hotly around him, her eyes beginning to water up even as she tried to keep a defiant face. Spike and Fizzle's hips were playing ping pong with Dash's behind, slamming it back and forth and entering her cunt and ass in turn. Spike groaned as he felt himself getting closer, and the others couldn't be far off either the way they growled and dug their claws into the rainbow pony's flesh.

Slowly they worked into different patterns of movement. Eventually Garble was shoving her body back as hard as he could, then Spike and Fizzle thrust together to push her back, stretching out both of her rear holes at once and swelling her belly with the size of their four shafts. It was amazing to feel the pressure of another dragon's shaft inside the victim. Garble and Fizzle leaned forward and kissed each other hotly above their rape toy, really getting into each others company. Even Spike couldn't help but lash his long tongue out against Garble's feet, which flexed at the touch.

As Spike neared his climax, her leaned up to lick at Rainbow's throat, feeling the swell of the cock inside her gliding in and out as she gagged violently, "Mmm Rainbow," he dug his claws into her sides, continuing to enter her simultaneously with Fizzle, "I can't wait to break you, to have you sobbing, begging for mercy, so I can remember it every time we fuck your corp--- mmph." Spike came hard into Rainbow's cum hole, which was sopping wet despite her lack of consent. He blew his first wad of the night, the first in a new victim.

The two above him were soon to follow. Garble allowed his upper shaft to slip from her muzzle, then blew his load as well, one shooting cream filling down her throat, the other splattering over her face and mane, spraying into her eyes so that she clenched them shut. Fizzle pulled on her tail and plowed her ass several more times before cumming into her overstretched asshole, completing the cum invasion.

Spike looked back to Fluttershy as he slowly moved his hips to enjoy her cunt for just a bit longer. Fluttershy was still obediently eating out Sweetie's cadaver, propped against one forehoof as the other rubbed at herself. Scootaloo however was slowly creeping towards the cave exit.

"Fluttershy," said Spike to her, "Go get Scootaloo and lead her back here, she thinks she's getting away."

Fluttershy was glad to cease what she was doing, but looked questioningly at Spike and then over to Scootaloo. Spike glared at Fluttershy until she whimpered and fluttered over to Scoots, gently turning the foal around and leading her back inside. "Come along back Scootaloo..." It was amusing that she was actually that compliant, maybe he could have a lot of fun with her.

Rainbow Dash gagged up a stream of cum as soon as Garble withdrew. Spike chrred and opened wide, allowing the goo to slide into his own muzzle. He rolled Garble's cum around with his tongue a bit before swallowing it down. Fizzle withdrew shortly after, so Spike pulled himself out from under her.

"Aw, the rainbow pony's crying," Garble slid a claw over the side of Rainbow's face.

"I am not!" Rainbow's words sounded like the was half-gargling cum still.

Spike yanked Rainbow by her mane, pulling her so that she faced Fluttershy and Scootaloo. He then turned to leave here there for a moment, smacking her face hard with his tail as he walked away.

"Fluttershy," Spike snapped his fingers at her, then motioned in front of him, "Get over here and assume the position. As long as you do as you're told, none of us will harm Scootaloo."

Fluttershy nodded, standing and slowly walking over to Spike with her head low. Spike knelled onto the cave floor, and Fluttershy knew what to do. She turned herself around, clenched her eyes and teeth, and strained to make herself push her bottom against him. Soon his shafts lay on her plush plot.

"Hold her," Garble grabbed Scootaloo by the scruff of her neck and dropped her onto the floor in front of Fluttershy.

"Come now Scootaloo," Fluttershy reached her forelegs out to hold gently around Scootaloo.

"Why are you holding me?" whimpered Scootaloo, choking on sobs, snot drooling unchecked from her nose as she wept.

"We can't escape sweetie," whispered Fluttershy, "They'll kill you right away if you try. This way at least there's a chance they'll let you go. Don't worry I'll do what they say so you won't have... to."

"Fluttershy, you can't trust them!" Rainbow Dash called out, "He didn't spare the other foals."

"Sure you can," lied Spike, "Leaving a foal completely deranged from seeing this would be worse torment than killing her."

Spike grasps Fluttershy's hips, pulling the yellow behind firmly against him. He felt one shaft enter her pussy, barely moist at all, the skin clinging against his shaft as he forced himself deeper. Her ass was even tighter, and drier, but that didn't keep him from making it fit. He didn't stop until the first shaft bounced against her cervix.

"You like that Flutterslut?" Spike asked.

"Y-yes, I.. I love it," she stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Spike grabbed one claw around her neck from behind and squeezed it hard, "Don't. Lie. To. Me." He squeezed until she gagged and whimpered. "Now tell me how you really feel."

"I... humiliated," Fluttershy raised her voice just a bit, "I'm sorry I lied I won't again. It's horrible. I hate... when this happens."

Spike laughed, drawing his hips slowly back, the room filling with the lewd slurp. "When this happens? This happen a lot?"

"How often?" added Garble. He and Fizzle were getting their stamina back, it seems Spike had them beat on that too.

"Y-yes...um, maybe a few times a month?"

"You ever had consensual sex?" Spike asked, working into a rhythm as both claws moved back to grip her behind. As he casually spoke to her, he began to hammer against her cervix to break through it. Another dozen thrusts and he felt himself sink into her womb, now belly deep inside. "Aw yeah."

Fluttershy could barely speak, her whole body clenched and shaking, clinging to a still weeping Scootaloo who was curled up in front of her, "N... no. I... I don't really... like... it always hurts."

"Hey guys," Fizzle spoke up barely above the beautiful music of Fluttershy and Scootaloo crying, "We still have these animals we brought from her place. They look pretty good..."

"Oh... no... please... don't...!" Fluttershy squeaked as her cunt and ass were stretched around the twin dragon cocks, "I'll.. do anything... come here and... um..." She opened her muzzle wide, moving her head slightly, trying to distract them with the offer of a hot throat.

"Nah I'm good," said Garble, "I like to rest between go's, we can't all be super slut back there."

Garble picked up the kitten first, looking at it and licking his lips. He motioned for Fizzle, and the two sat where they knew Fluttershy would see them.

Garble held the squirming, meowing kitten to his muzzle, taking a bit sniff, then lapping his tongue over the delicious morsel, "Hmm, smells good, but eating seems too normal and boring."

"We could smash their little heads?" suggested Fizzle.

"We could... ah..." Spike started to suggest, but felt the sudden surge of a new orgasm. He arched his back and creamed hard, coating the inside of Flutter's cunt and ass, then packing it deep. He continued, "Stuff their corpses up into her cunt, pack em all the way in."

"Oh wow," Fizzle nodded, "I like that."

Fluttershy panted as Spike withdrew from her nethers, "Please don't um, Mr Dragons, please... I'll do whatever you want."

"That's right," said Spike, "You will, or Scootaloo gets it."

Garble hrmmed, then dropped the kitten onto the floor, quickly pinning it with one foot as it squirmed. Its claws glanced harmlessly on his scales as only its little head stuck out from underneath him. Garble grinned at Fluttershy, "Step on the kitty's head."

"W-what?" Fluttershy almost shrieked.

"I don't think she'll do that," said Fizzle, "Um, does that mean we can, ya know... the foal?"

"You better leave her alone!" shrieked Rainbow Dash pointlessly from her bondage. The dragons ignored her as she continued to make demands.

"It sure does," said Spike. He reached beneath Fluttershy, pulling Scootaloo out by one leg. The terrified filly screamed bloody murder as Spike sat on his haunches and pulled her into his lap, his shafts pulsing against her.

"Wait no I.." Fluttershy begged, "No no no... please... I'll.. I'm sorry."

Fluttershy clenched her eyes closed tightly, her face clenched up as she choked on her tears. She slowly moved one front hoof to the kitten's head, barely putting any pressure on it.

Garble smacked her across the face, "Both front hooves, stupid. Press hard, fucking jump up and down."

"Mmm, Scootaloo," Spike leaned down and kissed her as she whined and shook her head, forcing her into a deep kiss, "You see that? Flutterslut loves that kitten more than you."

"I'm.. I'm so sorry," Fluttershy whined, "I'll try to be quick sweetie..."

Fluttershy kept her eyes closed the entire time, but did as she was told. She pushed her second front hoof onto the kittens head, balancing them together to put all her weight on it, then shoved hard. When the first few shoves didn't have the desired result, she pulled up off the ground and slammed hard into the screeching kitten's face. Its nose broke with a sickening snap, but she kept pounding. Only when she felt its little skull cave in did she stop, whining as brain matter squished out from between the shards of skull and onto her hooves. She shook them and sobbed.

Fizzle handed Garble one of the squirrels, bouncing on his toes excitedly as he watched. "She could bite this one!"

"Eh?" Garble took the squirming little rodent, "Sounds good. You heard him, yellow. Say 'ahhh'."

"Oh Celestia no," Fluttershy's eyes grew wide. She didn't open her muzzle, but didn't back away when he pushed the pleading little animal to her mouth. It must have been even worse for her, since she could understand what the squirrel was saying as it begged for its life.

"Um," said Fizzle, "Can I have the foal's ass too?"

Fluttershy looked at the white dragon, her eyebrows tensing up with more hatred than Spike had ever seen her manage. She looked at Garble, then Spike with little Scootaloo still held against his pulsing shafts. She gulped, "I'm sorry little friend." She opened wide.

Garble stuffed the little things head into her muzzle and it became absolutely spastic, chittering and writhing about in his claw as he held it. Fluttershy took several long moments, but finally closed her teeth. Her dull pony teeth dragged over the creatures face, leaving bruises and contusions along the way, but she wasn't strong enough to bite through it. Finally she got the idea and moved her teeth to the squirrel's neck, biting down hard there instead and starting to chew as hard as she could manage. She begin to gag as blood pooled in her gums, and finally shook her head hard, the little one's body swinging back and forth as its neck snapped. A few more seconds, and it grew still.

"Wow wow," Fizzle handed the other squirrel to Garble, but then asked, "Um, mind if I have a go at the yellow pony's ass?"

"Go for it," Spike answered before Garble could, earning a look from Garble, but Spike didn't care. Everyone was his bitch now as far as he was concerned.

As Fizzle bounced behind Fluttershy, she obediently raised her tail out of the way and pushed her rump up so that he could more easily push into her behind. She stared at Garble to see what he would tell her to do next, but tensed her face up in pain as Fizzle pushed his slick shafts against her cum drooling asshole. She was stretched out wide, but amazingly didn't bleed more than a few drops that smeered over his cocks. She must have really been used to getting it rough.

Spike rolled Scootaloo towards Fluttershy, and the obedient pony took hold of her and snuggled her up again even as she continued getting hotly ass fucked. Spike stepped over to Rainbow Dash instead, who looked as if she was trying hard to get free of her bondage. Spike chuckled, slipping around behind her and pushing his own hardening shafts against Rainbow's rear entries, enjoying the feel of the warm cum already there. For once, Rainbow Dash was silent, too busy gritting her teeth and trying her best not to cry.

"There's a hack saw in... Twilight's box." Spike grunted.

"Perfect!"

Garble walked over to that, and returned with the same hacksaw that had hacked Twilight so effectively. Being a pony's saw, it was made so that one could hold it in their mouth, and that is just where Garble put it, into Fluttershy's muzzle. He then held the second squirrel up in front of him, holding each end with a different claw.

Fluttershy squeaked, but didn't have to be told what to do by now. She closed her eyes again and lifted the saw, having to try several times to correctly place it against the squirming one's form, "I'm sorry," she murmured around the handle, "I'll go fast." She tensed her teeth hard and drew her head back, slicing into the tiny creatures body, blood drooling down. She pushed back hard, trying to bear down as much as she could, which wasn't very much.

Luckily the weight of the saw alone was enough to snap the rodent in half within a few saws. Its little guts spilled onto the ground and it kept squirming and gagging for several seconds more. She dropped the saw once it was done, then looked away.

"Mmmph," said Spike as he hammered himself into Rainbow from behind, the wet sound of their penetration filling the cave, complimenting the sound of Fizzle's cocks overstretching Fluttershy's behind, "The bunny is Angel, he's her favorite."

"Oh please no," Fluttershy lowered her head and pushed it against Garble's legs, "Just let the one go, please, he can't tell anyone."

"We could just shove it up her cunt with the rest and let it suffocate," suggested Garble with a shrug, "You almost done Fiz? Hold the filly for us."

"Y-yes I a-- AM!" Fizzle came as if on command, giving a few more solid thrusts. He panted as he pulled back, his cocks flopping wetly as he pulled them out of her behind.

Fizzle took a while to catch the second bit, but managed to nod. He sat back on his own haunches and pulled Scootaloo into his lap, tugging her out from underneath Fluttershy by her tail then chuckling weakly as Scootaloo attempted to flee back to Fluttershy and ended up running in place while her tail was held.

Garble pinned Fluttershy on the floor, pushing her down onto her back, the pegasus squeaking loudly as she was pinned with his claw around her neck, but habitually spread her legs wide apart. He picked up the kitten with the crushed head in the other hand, and pushed it against her already well used pussy. Fluttershy whined and turned her head even as her pussy stretched around the little kitten's corpse.

"Ah yeah here we go again," breathed out Spike, then rammed his hips into a flurry, belly slapping Rainbow's hips no less than twice a second as he pounded her behind faster than ever, ravaging her wonderfully unwilling cum holes. He blew his loads deep into her again, holding himself a few seconds longer before yanking out. He smacked her on the ass, "You may be tough, Rainbow, but you're still female. You're still made to be raped."

Spike left her there again to pretend she wasn't crying some more, licking his lips as he watched Garble shove the kitten deeper. Soon it was so deep that only its little hind legs protruded from her distended cunt. Spike calmly straddled Fluttershy's head as he watched, sitting himself down so that his own tight anal cavity pushed against her nose. Fluttershy didn't need to be told what to do this time either. She ran her tongue up and began lapping at him.

Garble finally got tired of stuffing with his hand. Instead he pulled her legs further apart, pulling them around his hips as he leaned over her, pressing his cock tips into her pussy after the kitten cadaver. He pushed hard, forcing it deeper within her, then began to thrust in order to pack it inside. He leaned forward and tilted his head to try and kiss. He may have just done so out of habit since Fizzle was usually the one across from him, as he looked surprised for a moment when Spike leaned back towards him.

Spike figured it couldn't hurt, so he tilted his head the opposite way and deeply kissed Garble in return. Fizzle leaned forward from where he was and joined the two, soon forming a hot three way kiss with tongues batting back and forth. Spike started to roll his hips as well, feeling Fluttershy strain to keep lapping, but still trying to push her tongue inside of him.

In her lower half, one could see the lump of the dead kitten pushed upwards through her body. It took quite a beating to shove it past her cervix, but slowly her womb encompassed the cute little animal. Garble smacked her belly, grinning as he reached behind himself to grab the squirrel with the well chewed head. Pulling his cock back, he stuffed the second corpse into her pussy, once again packing it in with his pre drooling dragonhoods. The second squirrel, torn in two bits, pushed in more easily, its guts smeering along her tunnel as she was penetrated, and soon the three little ones were securely inside of her swollen belly.

Spike leaned over to take hold of the still bound Angel, undoing the ropes of the squirming, kicking little rabbit, then slowly pulling himself off of Fluttershy's face. Instead, he lowered the wriggling bunny for her to see it. "Say goodbye to Angel, Fluttershy."

"B-bye Angel, I'm so sorry..."

"That's it, now tell him how he's gonna die," Spike said.

"I- I..."

"Tell him!"

"Y- I'm sorry Angel, you're going to um.. suffocate inside my um.. my pussy."

The little one begged and pleaded as Spike handed him over to Garble, even if only Fluttershy could understand the pleading. Spike envied her a little; she was devolving into sobbing again, so it must have been good. Spike pulled her head up again, having her sit up just enough for him to force her head to look at what was happening at her nethers. He pulled one of her front hooves and placed it against her swollen belly.

"Don't close your eyes," ordered Spike, "And keep those hooves on your belly, I want you to feel him squirm." Fluttershy choked on another sob, but kept her eyes open, even placing her second fore hoof on her belly as well.

Angel's head was pushed into her passage, his chittering muffled by the warm moist flesh within. Garble pushed his shafts against the bunny's bottom, and though they weren't about to fit inside the rabbit, did well to push him deeper. Her cunt lips enveloped the struggling body slowly, and Fluttershy bit her lip as if trying to keep from making noise. What's more, the bunny seemed to enjoy it more than he might admit, as he was clearly sporting a tiny little boner.

"Isn't that cute? He doesn't want to die, but this is probably a fantasy of his at the same time," Spike whispered in her ear as he watched Angel's behind pop into her, only his flailing legs protruding out.

Garble pushed Angel more deeply, feeling her pussy close in on him as the bulge was pushed deeper. Her cervix gave way much easier, torn and bruised, and the squirming bulge entered her womb with his little dead friends inside. Fluttershy's eyes slowly glassed over as she felt his little paws pushing at her belly from within.

Perhaps Angel accepted his fate, because the little bunny suddenly ceased his futile attempts to push back up. Indeed, he must have figured that if he's about to die, he may as well get another go in. He grabbed the nearest anatomically compatible object, which happened to be the lower half of the torn squirrel, and pushed his member inside of rodent corpse cunt, unleashing a flurry of thrusts as only a bunny could.

Fluttershy stopped mid sob and her eyes got wide as she felt the clear change of movement within her, and Garble's eyes got even wider. He pushed his shafts a bit deeper, sliding over the bodies within, and raised on eyebrow.

"He's fucking one of the others," Garble deadpanned in disbelief, "That's... different."

Spike laughed, "This really was a fantasy of his, too bad he might die happy."

Angel squealed from within, a heavy panting squeal from an increasing lack of oxygen, but did manage to get off prior to suffocating. He continued to thrust until he was too weak to move, his life slipping away and his boner softening within the corpse.

"That was a little weird," Fizzle murmured, but was slowly stroking himself all the same, "Hey Garble, remember that dragoness um... Brightscale? Her eyes and..."

"Oh yeah we gouged out her eyes," Garble continued to thrust into Fluttershy as he talked, his cock tips pushing about the tiny corpses in her womb, "Dumb slut didn't want to play, so we left her blind and knocked up in the middle of nowhere."

"Oh no..." Fluttershy squeaked. She saw where this was going. "I'd rather not... if that's okay."

Spike dragged his claws up her face, slowly moving to grip her there, and moving his thumbs up her cheeks and to her eyes. They were wide with terror, staring at him, pleading with him. She really was adorable, it was so much fun to hurt her. His cock throbbed against her mane as he extended his claws fully and forced them into her eyes, agonizingly slow.

Fluttershy's scream pierced the air and rattled through the room, growing louder as Spike's claws sank deeper. He skewered her eye balls like appetizers, then twisted his claws to pop them out of the socket. He pulled them away from her face, letting them hang by the nerve. He pried his claws out one at a time, letting them droop from her bloody eye sockets, afraid she might feel less pain should he pull them away from the nerve too soon.

"Whoa! Talk about spasms," Garble felt her whole body clench harder than ever, the convulsions of pain around his shaft driving him over the edge. He blasted his spunk into her womb, flooding her to coat the warm corpses within.

Spike leaned down, running his tongue over her face, then pushing his tongue into an empty socket. He frenched the gaping hole, slurping at it lustfully, then moved to her other eye and did the same. Finally, he pulled up one eye with his tongue and popped it like a grape between his teeth, only then pulling it free of the nerve. Soon the only thing left was the raw nerves protruding from her sockets.

"Wow he's way better at that than..." Fizzle started.

"Can it," Garble cut him off as he jerked his softening shaft from Fluttershy's body, cum pouring out onto the cave floor.

Fluttershy gagged, spitting out blood that kept drooling into her muzzle from her missing eyes. Spike ran his claws across her body, enjoying how she jerked at the slightest touch.

"You know what, Fluttercunt?" said Spike, "I think I'll give you a reward."

Fluttershy gagged again, but peeped up, "Oh um... thank you..."

"Rather than just giving you the chance to save Scootaloo," said Spike, "I'll let you choose. Who do you want to live, Rainbow Dash or Scootaloo?" Spike grinned as he continued to stroke her body. This choice wouldn't be so obvious as the previous ones he forced her to make.

Fluttershy opened her maw, but just froze there, seemingly unable to function for a moment.

"Let Rainbow Dash go!" Scootaloo called from where Fizzle was holding her.

"No way!" Rainbow called, "You got a whole life ahead of you squirt! Fluttershy save Scootaloo!"

The two went back and forth, arguing over who would get to live, until the dragons found themselves barely holding in their laughter. Fluttershy just sat there with her maw open, and was in no danger of making a choice, but Spike knew how to fix this.

"Ten seconds before I kill both," said Spike, "Tell me who to kill Fluttercunt. Ten... Nine.. Eight... "

"R-- Sc--- - Rainbow Dash!" Fluttershy blurted out after a bit of indecisiveness, then curled up on the floor, bawling like an infant, "I'm so sorry Rainbow... please forgive me..."

Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, "It's okay Fluttershy."

Spike reached down, pulling Fluttershy's mane and forcing her to stand, her legs wobbling beneath. She immediately blurted out, "No please don't make me help!" Yep, she was learning how things worked quickly.

Rainbow Dash took a deep breath, "It's fine, Shy, I'd rather you do it than them." It was adorable how Dash was used up, so much for her ego and her threats.

"Garble, bring me one of the pink and blue swirled potions, the one that says 'Futa' on the front." said Spike, ignoring Fluttershy's pleas and not bothering to confirm what she already knew. "Didn't think I'd find a use for these."

Garbled grumbled a bit under his breath, not liking being an errand boy, but did as he was told anyway. Fizzle rocked back and forth on his feet, noticing this and probably wondering why he wasn't being given the menial tasks. The fact was, Spike was starting to enjoy getting under the red dragon's scales.

Garble tossed the potion at Spike, who barely caught hole of it without breaking. He popped the top, and pushed it against Fluttershy's muzzle. Without question she opened her maw and guzzled down the potion.

The only reason Fluttershy stayed standing was that Spike went back to holding her up by her mane. Her legs gave out completely as the potion began to take affect, and she screamed brutally, just as before. Her body shivered, convulsed, and a ball of flesh began to swell up between her crotch-teats and her gaping cunt. It extended, slowly shaping itself, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing itself apart and stitching back together. When it was done, Fluttershy was sporting a nicely sized sheath between her legs in addition to her existing parts, her cock already peaking from the shaft.

Spike dragged Fluttershy over to Rainbow Dash, then paused for a moment. She was way too soft, and wasn't likely to get hard easily. Sure he could use an aphrodisiac potion, but he wanted her to be completely aware of what she was doing.

"Fizzle, give Scootaloo to me and get Futashy hard," Spike motioned to Fizzle, then looked to Garble instead, "You help Garb."

"Sure!" Fizzle was all for it, handing the foal over to Spike before leaning down on all fours. Without hesitation, he pushed his head beneath Fluttershy's belly and went for the gold. What a faggot, not that Spike was complaining.

"What." Garble was less for it. Fizzle was supposed to be the submissive one. HIS submissive one, not Spike's.

Spike pointed downward towards Fluttershy, but Garble wasn't going for it. Spike rolled his eyes, "Fine, take the rear then."

Garble huffed, and still didn't seem to like being bossed around quite so much, but did as asked. Almost at least. Spike had meant for him to take Fluttershy's rear, but it probably shouldn't have surprised him when Garble pulled himself up behind Fizzle. Fizzle wordlessly raised his tail, looping it around Garble's neck affectionately. He waggled his behind back and forth to rub his cheeks into Garble's crotch.

Her shaft did begin to expand as Fizzle worked his muzzle against her sheath, slipping his maw around the shaft as it extended, his long tongue wrapping down to the base and swallowing against the tip. He straightened his neck and swallowed, deep-throating the pony cock without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. All the time, his ass rolled back against Garble, the dragon's ass stretching around the twin cocks without any sign of discomfort. They were obviously used to this.

Soon enough Fluttershy was throbbing hard despite herself, clearly having trouble holding in her moaning. Spike rather roughly grabbed Fizzle by one horn to yank him away from the shaft with a slurp, then shoved Fluttershy against Rainbow Dash's behind. "Fuck her, I don't care which hole, I just want your cock inside her when she dies."

"Oh um... Rainbow?" Fluttershy murmured as she awkwardly pushed herself up onto the rainbow plot that she couldn't see. She gripped at Rainbow's hips until her shaft bumped against Rainbow's thighs.

Rainbow took a deep breath, taking a moment to realize what Fluttershy was asking before murmuring, "Cunt."

Fluttershy nodded and pushed her tip against Rainbow's creampie of a pussy, the warm tunnel enveloping her even as the cum deposited before drooled down to the base of her shaft. She almost moaned out before catching herself, then pressed further until her soft yellow belly smacked against Rainbow's behind. She leaned forward and panted against the back of Rainbow's mane, her hips slowly thrusting. The feeling of male bits was taking her by surprise, now she understood why stallions had so much fun ramming theirs into her.

"Glad I got to be with you once before..." Rainbow murmured.

"Oh, um... I am too..." Fluttershy blushed.

That was far too adorable, "Don't get comfortable," said Spike, "It's about to get much less unpleasant. Fizzle? Fuck Fluttershy too, both holes this time."

"What? I ain't done with him yet!" Garble complained, continuing to smack his body against Fizzle's behind.

Fizzle muttered, "I don't really like pussy, eheh...."

"So pile on," said Spike to Garble, then reached over to smack Fizzle across one cheek, "Sluts don't get to say no, faggot."

Fizzle actually moaned at being hit, then nodded awkwardly. He moved slowly so that Garble didn't have to detach. Soon the white dragon was mounting up behind Flutters, and Spike reached in to help him aim. Pushing one tip to each hole, Fizzle made a bit of a disgusted face before pushing into her, not thrusting so much as letting her own movements fuck his cocks into her. Garble was determined not to leave Fizzle's behind, and completed the fuck train by grasping Fizzle's ass, digging his claws in, and hammering his slut's behind, not bothering to keep time with the rest.

Spike himself moved to Rainbow's other end, letting his cocks smack against her face as he took position. The rainbow pony immediately lunged to try to bite one, but he caught her head in both hands. Spike dropped Scootaloo in the process, looping his tail around and grabbing her with that instead. He held her around her waist, shaking her around in his excitement.

"Don't want to worry about these." Spike jammed his claws into her gums, digging around and popping her teeth out of her muzzle one at a time. She cried out in agony, no longer trying to hide her tears, her muffled screams sounding as if she were gargling blood.

He glanced over at Fluttershy, who seemed to be having more fun than she deserved, so he paused his digging out for a moment to reach over to his bag which was nearby. He pulled out a knife, then shoved the handle into Fluttershy's muzzle. Fluttershy looked confused at first at having been given a knife until Spike explained, "Gouge her eyes out, don't dare stop thrusting while you do it."

Spike helpfully pulled Fluttershy's head down, pushing her into position where the knife was at Rainbow's eye. Dash closed her eyes tightly, as if that would help. Spike left her holding it there as he went to dig out more of Rainbow's teeth, holding her head steady as he did so.

Fluttershy was shaking violently, so even though she did obey, she aimed rather poorly. Spike moved Rainbow's head so that the knife would hit, stabbing into Rainbow's left eye. Rainbow couldn't scream any more than she already was, but her eye popped open against the blade as her whole body began to spasm.

"Keep stabbing!" demanded Spike.

Fluttershy clenched her teeth so hard that the knife handle creaked, then drew back and stabbed again. Spike again moved Rainbow's head so she would hit, and soon she was repeatedly gouging at the same eye. Rainbow thrashed about beneath her, and Spike could see the yellow pony grip her to steady herself atop her. Even then, Fluttershy continued to thrust, determined to save at least one of her friends.

Garble watched over Fizzle's shoulder, and must have liked the view, as he seemed to relax a great deal before blowing his load into his boyfriend's tightly stuffed ass. He continued to pack himself in hard, another minute before Fizzle came as well, the feel of cocks in his ass easily enough to overcome his disgust at having one of his cocks in a female's foal hole. He cried out loudly as well, his hips slowing all the more until the two dragons were completely still.

They pulled free of Fluttershy, sitting back to watch instead, and Spike was too into what he was doing to demand they do otherwise. He twisted Rainbow's head so that the next jab got her good eye, then allowed Fluttershy to push the blade deep into that eye as well.

"That's it Futashy," Spike growled as he popped Rainbow's last tooth out onto the cave floor, "Don't enjoy yourself too much, I don't want you cumming yet."

If Spike didn't know better, he would say Fluttershy was enjoying herself. Both of Rainbow's eyes were pools of puss and blood, and Fluttershy was still stabbing randomly down at her head, so enthusiastically that Spike had trouble keeping up.

"All right," Spike reached out and tugged the knife away, Fluttershy's head moving a few more thrusts before she stopped.

"Oh.. I'm really sorry Rainbow," she whimpered, "I hope it didn't hurt too bad..."

Rainbow responded with a pathetic, sobbing moan as she felt Spike push his shafts into her bleeding muzzle. He pushed to the back of her throat, then further still as he forced her to deep throat him. She gagged violently, still trying to bite his cock despite her now lack of teeth, which only made him feel all the better as her blood lubricated his motions.

"That's it," breathed Spike, "Garble, break her wings, you should enjoy that at least."

Garble certainly did. He didn't bother to loosen her from the wing binds, he just took hold of the nearest wing and twisted it. Bending it this way and that, allowing the bones to break and splinter, he didn't stop mutilating it until it was a crumpled mess of flesh and bone, no longer recognizable as a wing.

Rainbow's screams were delightful, even with Spike's cock still pushing down her throat. He rolled his eyes back at the feel of her around him as Garble worked on her other wing, starting to thrust faster still. His tail curled as well, pushing Scootaloo face first against his ass as he thrust, the child squirming wonderfully against Spike's plot, if nothing else.

Spike yanked his upper shaft free of Rainbow's jaws just before he came, his lower shaft spraying down Rainbow's throat and her injured gums with burning cum. His upper one released a fountain of spunk which splattered into Rainbow's eyes and pooled within her sunken eye sockets. He then pulled both away from her, letting her scream as loudly as she could, letting the sound wash over him.

He yanked Scootaloo about with his tail again, positioning her in front of him and splattering the remainder of his seed into her face. The underage toy gagged and sputtered as her face was awash in adult dragon spunk. Spike groaned out again, rubbing his cum into the filly's eyes with his thumb. He resisted the urge to do more, barely, and jerked her behind him with his tail once again. Stupidly, the little foal didn't think to 'tell on him' to Fluttershy.

"All right Futashy," breathed Spike, "Grind your hooves onto her broken wings, keep thrusting, I'll get something for you."

Fluttershy whined, but repositioned her hooves so that they wrapped further up Rainbow's body. She leaned forward, and slid her hooves about Rainbow's ravaged back. She once tough pony moaned out in agony, sobbing outright though her only tears were blood. Fluttershy let out another half moan, then clenched her teeth tightly to keep from it.

"I think um... she may still be enjoying herself, Sir." Fizzle said, resting in Garble's lap.

Garble started to answer, then realized Fizzle was talking to Spike, even calling him sir. He smacked the back of Fizzle's head, "Don't forget whose buttfuck you are!"

"I think you're right," Spike agreed as he returned to the fun carrying a rope from Pinkie's goodies. He tied it into a firm slip knot, fitting it around Rainbow's neck, "You enjoying this Futaslut?"

"N-no I'm..."

"Be honest.."

"Only a little bit... "

Rainbow Dash whimpered and Fluttershy hung her head shamefully. She sure didn't stop thrusting though, her full balls bouncing against Rainbow's belly with each shove of the hips.

"Well lets see how you enjoy the grand finale," Spike pulled the rope tight about Rainbow's neck, then placed the end of the rope in Fluttershy's muzzle, "Choke her, and don't you stop pulling until she stops moving. Until she's DEAD. Got it?"

Fluttershy nodded meekly as she took hold of it. She murmured another few apologies, but when she did yank back on it she surprised Spike with how much effort she put into it. She was either trying to finish Rainbow quickly, or enjoying it more than she let on. Spike started to think it was the later though, because when Dash's gagging became audible, Fluttershy renewed her efforts on Rainbow's wings, bouncing herself onto the splintered wing joints enthusiastically.

Spike leaned himself down, pushing his lips to Rainbow's, slurping at the delicious blood and spunk that was drooling from her, and kissing her deeply between words, "This is it... you fucking egotistical bitch... feel your life choked out... by your best friend... feel how much she's getting off?" Rainbow Dash shook her head hard, denying any of the such, but Spike just laughed and continued to suckle the flavor from her maw.

Fluttershy's thrusting gradually sped up, and she even became a bit more creative with her friend's wings, using her hooves to fold them up into one bunch so that she could bear down on the entire mass of flesh and bone together. She yanked hard at the rope, and finally wasn't able to stop herself before letting out a full moan, arching her spine.

Spike pulled himself up from Rainbow's face as it slowly turned bluer than usual, the rope cutting into her throat as it was pulled tighter. Her muzzle opened wide, her chest heaved trying to pull breath through the impossibly tight opening. Her eyes were wide with terror, knowing that she would soon face her demise. Her whole body continued to convulse, more with each passing moment, her futile movements only serving to grind her writhing ass back against Fluttershy as she rammed Rainbow's cunt ball deep with cock.

Instead, Spike moved to kiss at the side of Fluttershy's face, lapping there and leaving a trail of blood. To his surprise, she nuzzled back at him before yanking back hard again, renewing her efforts. He chuckled, "You're enjoying this." To his further surprise, Fluttershy nodded her head up and down even as she moaned again.

"Say it where she can hear it," Spike said, then when she hesitated, "Don't forget Scootaloo now. I want Rainbow to hear it while she's still alive. Are you enjoying this Futashy?"

"Y-yes!" Fluttershy was barely coherent around the rope in her muzzle, but it was enough for Rainbow to hear.

"Describe it," Spike lapped up the side of her face again, trailing a claw down her back and feeling of her behind as it tensed and relaxed with each thrust.

"I'm sorry!" Fluttershy muttered between thrusts and yanks, "I'm really enjoying... I didn't know... pussy felt like this!" She bore her hooves down against the wings, grinding them into her and then yanked back hard on the rope until her own neck pulsed from the strain, "I want... I want to feel... fell you convulse... around my cock... as you die!... I'm sorry!.... DIE!" She just kept going as if her own words were now turning her on more in an endless cycle of psychotic pleasure, "Die so I... can cum in your... your corpse!... I'm sor-- sorr... I'm not sorry!... I love this! .. Gonna squirt... so hard!"

Fluttershy couldn't contain herself. She had been the submissive one her whole life, raped and violated by dozens of stallions, never telling on them, then getting it even more as word got around that she would never tell. Finally she was on top, ravaging a convulsing pussy, feeling the victim squirm beneath her as she pleasured herself at her victim's expense.

Rainbow Dash's whole body shivered. The last words she heard were her best friend getting off hard on her death, then she went into her final death throws. As her body convulsed its final movements, Fluttershy screamed out, letting go of the rope too late to save Rainbow's life. She rammed her shaft in one more time before she came. She hosed down the inside of Rainbow's insides, came so hard that she choked herself.

Then as she came down from her sexual high, what she had done hit her full force, and she screamed in anguish, backing away from Rainbow's body in horror and tumbling backwards onto her back. For a moment she just squalled, seeming deaf to all else.

"We should make her help us with Scoot," Spike said, taking Scootaloo from his tail to his hands and holding her.

"No you said..." Scootaloo started to cry as well, but was ignored as she squirmed.

"As long as I can call her little cunt," said Garble.

Spike chuckled, "I was going to double team her with Futashy."

"What? You already got to fuck all those other kids to death, it's my turn." Garble seemed to have reached an agitated point.

Spike had been expecting that. He stared at Garble for a moment, then turned and looked at Fizzle, then back to Garble again. Fizzle looked somewhat nervous at the argument, but his eyes were fixed on Spike's bloody shafts as he slowly stroked his own. Spike's gears started turning again.

"All right, let me fuck Fizzle, then after I'm done we can deal with Scootaloo, because I want to watch," said Spike. He literally tossed Scootaloo over to Garble, "Wait until I'm done okay? Won't be long."

Garble caught Scootaloo easily enough, and the little one continued her squirming, her little useless wings flapping about. The deal was every bit as suspicious as it sounded, and Garble had to think on it, but nodded slowly, "Yeah sure... long as I get to fuck the little girl."

Spike took hold of Fizzle by one of his horns, and dragged him across the room towards the corpse pile, leaving Garble sitting with Scootaloo next to the still delirious Fluttershy. Fizzle was more than a little excited, and soon was pushing his behind against Spike's front, wrapping his tail around Spike's waist.

"Fuck my ass hard you stud, make it hurt," Fizzle whispered. He then glanced at Garble as if checking to make sure he didn't hear him flirting with Spike.

"I'm way hotter than he is, hm?" asked Spike, whispering it in Fizzle's ear, as he pulled Fizzle's ass back against him. He pushed his cock tips into the slut's tailhole and sank deep inside.

Fizzle moaned out, then whispered back, "Oh so much more...the way you treat ponies.. and dragons, the way you keep the rotting corpses of your victims, even fuck them... that's really hot."

Spike didn't mind too much that Fizzle was getting off on the sex, even if he preferred non-consenting ponies. Fizzle was male after all, even if he was a complete fag, so letting him enjoy it didn't seem as bad. "And if you had the chance to choose, who would you choose?"

Fizzle panted out, his cock milking expertly at Spike's shafts, "You, claws down, but Garble would never forgive me, and he has lots of friends."

Spike glanced to Garble to make sure he was being good. The red dragon was rubbing his cocks against Scootaloo's face, making her lick him, but wasn't shoving it in her or anything. Spike could deal with that.

Spike nibbled down Fizzle's back, speeding up his thrusts, "But if you could, you'd be my bitch. Help me kill ponies, double-team their rotting corpses. Rub their maggoty guts against each other." Spike reached a claw around to grasp Fizzle's twin shafts and stroke them in time with his humping.

"Oh yes," Fizzle almost spoke up, but then returned quickly to a whisper, "Fuck you're big, I'm gonna cum." Indeed the dragon shot his load, splattering it onto the cave floor.

Spike squeezed his cocks and kept stroking as he felt the fluid surge through them, "There's a solution to this you know." Spike felt his own climax approaching, "Kill the fucker. You help hold him down while I claw his throat out, then you fuck him up the ass as he bleeds out.

Fizzle moaned and Spike knew he agreed. The white dragon's shafts immediately returned to throbbing hardness. Spike rammed several more times within before unloading his own seed into the dragon's asshole, flooding him until his belly swelled.

"Get behind him and hold him," Spike said as he withdrew.

"Yes sir," Fizzle nodded as Spike's cum splurted back out of his ass and drooled down his legs. He was unsteady, but wobbled over towards where Garble was at.

"Time for some underage cunt to wrap itself around my cock?" Garble asked. If nothing else, Spike admired how much he appreciated foal fucking.

"What?!" Fluttershy had finally quietened up enough to hear that, but Spike ignored her for now.

Spike ignored Fluttershy and didn't answer Garble either. Instead he watched as Fizzle moved behind the red dragon as he sat on his haunches, moving to hug him from behind. Garble turned his head, and Fizzle pushed into a kiss with him. The two began to make out hotly for a few moments. The white dragon pulled Garble further around to expose his neck to Spike. It was the softest spot on a dragon's body, even if it was still hard compared to a pony's soft flesh.

Spike took the invitation. Grabbing Garble around the neck, his serrated claws dug in and dragged over the neck, using all his might and feeling the scales pull apart. As Garble started to thrash, he bit down on the neck hard, grabbing a hunk of flesh, then twisting and shaking his head until it tore free. Garble was suddenly left with blood pouring from the gash in his neck.

The blood washed over Scootaloo, who screamed as if they were already sticking things in her, causing Fluttershy to scream too because she assumed they were. Spike growled and shoved Scootaloo out of the way, bowling her back over to Fluttershy, who grabbed hold of her protectively, yet somehow couldn't help but push her shaft against her.

Garble was done before he even had time to fight. He flopped forward onto the floor, leaving Fizzle looking stunned for a moment before he remembered what he was doing. He flopped Garble's tail out of the way, and rammed his shafts into his former mater's behind. Garble's eyes grew wide as he gagged, then shivered to a stop.

Spike turned back to Fluttershy, leaving Fizzle to plow the fresh dragon corpse. She was on her haunches, blindly cuddling the blood covered Scootaloo, who was shivering violently there in her lap. Fluttershy tensed up tightly as she heard his approach, then jerked as he lay one claw atop her head.

"Did you really believe we were gonna spare Scootaloo?" asked Spike.

"I really did," murmured Fluttershy, slowly petting Scootaloo as she curled up more tightly. She took a deep breath, "You're gonna make me help." It was a statement rather than a question.

"Yep, and you're going to aren't you," said Spike, "Because in the back of your mind, you really want to."

"I don't.."

"Then why is your cock throbbing hard against that soft little foal in your lap?"

Fluttershy didn't answer, she just continued to hold Scootaloo against her. Surely enough her shaft throbbed at Spike's words. Spike sat on his own haunches in front of Fluttershy, facing her, pinning Scootaloo between them and moving to hold the pegafoal with his claws as well. He leaned forward and kissed Fluttershy deeply, and she returned it obediently.

"Please don't hurt me," Scootaloo wriggled about in both of their grasp, trying not to touch their shafts, but was easily held, "I don't understand." She choked on her tears, he delicious begging coaxing her tormentors further.

"Tell her what we're gonna do, Futashy," said Spike.

"Wh-what are we going to do?" Fluttershy asked as she leaned he head against Spike's.

"You tell her. You decide," Spike nipped at her nose.

Fluttershy stayed quiet for over a minute, but Spike didn't hurry her up. He wanted to see if she'd do it on her own. As he waited, he enjoyed the sound of Scootaloo's weeping and the moist sound of Fizzle still plowing Garble as he watched.

Finally Fluttershy spoke, "Scootaloo... um... sweetie. We're going to.. penetrate you... it will probably kill you cause you're small. Um, I'll go in your little um... pussy. And Spike will take um... your tail hole?"

That would be hard to work with Scootaloo's size, but Spike was sure they could manage.

"Why are you doing this?" Scootaloo whined.

"We can't get away Scootaloo, there's no way to stop this," Fluttershy murmured, "So I... I don't know."

"So you figure you may as well get your rocks off hard before you die," Spike finished for her, "Don't want to pass up a tight little foal."

"Um... yes," Fluttershy nodded slowly, "Something like that..."

"Okay, hold her tight," ordered Spike, "Turn her hot little ass this way and we'll see if we can put that monster of yours in a tight little foal cunt."

"No no wait!" screamed Scootaloo, "Fluttershy no! You have to help me!"

Fluttershy flattened her ears and bit her lip until it bled, but nodded to Spike. She pinned Scootaloo between her fore hooves and thighs, holding her with her little bottom facing Spike. Scootaloo had her tail tucked between her little legs, so Spike gave it a hard yank out of the way. Scootaloo's begging was interrupted by an adorable squeak.

Fluttershy was shaking now, her four legs tensing up and her shaft drooling pre onto the wriggling child's belly. Even as she pushed her shaft slowly to rub it up and down against the tiny underage form, she coughed on a tearless sob, "I'm such a monster..."

"Yes. Yes you are," said Spike, moving his claws to grasp tightly around Scootaloo's hips, and slid the foal slowly up and down Fluttershy's shaft. After several strokes, he pushed Scoot's pussy against Fluttershy's blunt tip. This would not go in easily.

Scootaloo got a good look at the throbbing horse cock as it slide up her full length, leaving a string of pre to mix into her blood soaked fur. Her crying went up a whole octave when she fully realized what was about to be put into her, little wings flapping against Spike as her four legs tried to push Fluttershy away, but the yellow pegasus, "Please Fluttershy no I don't wanna die...please help me go."

"Mmm, go on and tell her, you murderous whore," Spike ran his tongue across Fluttershy's face and slurped at one of her empty eye sockets, making her arch her spine in pain, "Getting off so hard on the chance to slaughter an innocent little girl with your cock."

Fluttershy took a deep breath, moving her head down to kiss softly against Scootaloo's head, "Even if I thought you could get away... I wouldn't help you. I want to feel your.. your warm pussy around my cock I... I only wish your friends were alive, I would put myself in them all." She felt her way down with her muzzle and forced Scootaloo into a deep kiss, slurping against the filly's little muzzle as she struggled. "I'm sorry... I can't believe I'm saying this... it just feels so good!"

Spike's own cocks throbbed. Fluttershy looked so miserable even as she talked dirty to her little victim. Spike was sorely tempted to keep the yellow pegasus alive to see what else she'd do. He pushed Scootaloo's body down as Fluttershy muffled her cries with repeated kisses. Fluttershy tensed her hips and pushed hard, harder than Spike would have thought she could push, but she was running on horomones right now.

Spike's lower shaft pressed against Scootaloo's rear entry, popping the little ass open around his bare tip, but he held back forcing it any further in. He waited patiently for Fluttershy to get inside before he could join her by wrecking Scootaloo's rectum.

The crying, the heaving, the kissing, it dragged one for no less than half an hour before Fluttershy finally managed to get traction within Scootaloo's little fuck hole. The throbbing spire of horse cock pushed harder than before once she felt it, and pop! Suddenly a tightly stretched nine-year-old cunt was wrapped hotly around her tip. Fluttershy squealed almost as loudly as Scootaloo, both voices rising to a fevered pitch

"No it hurts it hurts it.." Scootaloo's pleas devolved into screams.

Fluttershy arched her spine, and if she had eyes, they'd surely be rolling back until they were white, "Y-yes Scootaloo... hurt! I want to feel you die in agony on my cock. So... hot... "

Spike was quick to add to the agony, forcing his own shaft into Scootaloo's anus, stretching her until her flesh tore on his first thrust, feeling blood roll down his shaft before he pulled back and rammed himself deeper. Fluttershy was equally merciless. As soon as she felt warmth around her shaft she began to pound her hips upwards into Scootaloo's body, slamming into her virgin cervix and then ramming at it to get through. Scootaloo's body swelled, the shape of two shafts pushing up through her.

Fluttershy pushed Scootaloo's face against the side of her own, and groaned as she enjoyed the vibrations from Scootaloo's screams. Pushing their cocks in alternatingly, Spike going in as Fluttershy went out and vis versa, they could each feel the shape of the other's cock dragging in and out of the bloody holes. Scootaloo's cervix burst, and Fluttershy's cock rammed to the back of her womb, then thrust hard to try to break through the back. Spike's shaft split through Scootaloo's intestines, pushing the tapered tip up into her guts, then as thicker portions pushed into the foal, her intestines split open and came apart completely around him. Now he and Fluttershy were cramming the same gaping hole.

"I can feel her little heart beat.. the pressure of her breathing" Fluttershy was drooling against Scootaloo's screaming face, "Oh Spike... I'm gonna cum in her until she breaks open! I'm gonna murder this.. this innocent little foal!"

Spike groaned out himself, his cocks growing so hard at how much the pegaslut was getting into it. He forced his second cock into the already bloated foal's body even as Fluttershy broke through the back of her womb, and together they invaded Scootaloo's organ sack. Scootaloo's screams became gurgles and then stopped all together, the foal just staring upwards in horror as her body was torn apart from the inside.

"Oh my cock is actually against her beating heart... I'm gonna rip it out with my cock!" Fluttershy heaved her hips hard, crushing Scootaloo's heart against the inside of her chest.

Fluttershy and Spike came within seconds of each other, both ramming upwards together, stretching Scootaloo's body to its limit. The surge of cum shot up through their cocks, so massive that it could visibly be seen stretching her body upwards again. Then they exploded within her, fucking the last few breaths of life from her body. Spike held his claws hard around the three cocks that now pushed upwards into her,

Scootaloo's body bloated up like a balloon, cum spraying from around Spike's grip. He still managed to keep it closed enough that the inflation reached critical levels. When it finally escaped, they didn't just get a fountain from Scootaloo's muzzle. Her whole body ripped, tearing apart, literally popping like a balloon. Her head was thrusts into the air, her spine dangling out the bottom, and landed several feet away in a puddle of red and white. Meanwhile Spike and Fluttershy were absolutely coated in cum and foal guts.

Fluttershy shrieked as if in terror, but kept cumming, and even when she was done she grabbed some of the strips of flesh that remained to jack herself off, "Oh yes! She's dead! I MURDERED a sweet little foal and I loved it!"

Spike groaned out as well, "Oh you are just a treat Futaslut, you dirty little friend murdering, foal flooding little... holy fuck. Well at least you got to live your fantasies before you died."

"Y-yes.." Fluttershy pushed herself against Spike, Scootaloo's remains squishing between them and oozing down into a puddle of slop on the floor. She gliding her cock against his two and pulled him into a kiss, speaking between laps, "Mmmph... Spike... I'm ready... murder me... make it hurt!"

Spike chuckled, "No, I think I'll let you live."

Fluttershy paused, a stunned look on her eye-less face, "I... but... I don't think I can live with myself I..." She was finally coming down from her sexual high and it was hitting her what she did again.

"Mmmm, no I think I'll keep you around for a bit longer." Spike said.

Spike glanced over to Fizzle, who had finished in Garble's behind and was now plowing into his mouth. When looked at, Fizzle slowed down and looked back. Even Fizzle had bits of Scotaloo splattered onto him. "S-sir?"

"We're done killing for today, we'll spend the rest of the evening fucking corpses." Spike said.

"Oh yes sir!" Fizzle was enthusiastic.

"Oh um... yes sir." Fluttershy was less. She was slumped to the ground in the pile of Scootaparts, shaking violently.

"Good," said Spike, "Because we're not stopping until every one of these corpses has a fresh load of cum inside."

Intermission

Spike slept better than he ever had, having sweet dreams of rape and murder, then awaking with a smile on his face and two boners throbbing between his thighs. Once again he took a deep scent of the rot around him, then looked around for Fizzle and Fluttershy.

Fizzle wasn't hard to find. He was laying right next to Spike between Spike and Garble, perking up as soon as he realized that his master was awake, leaning over to lay a kiss on him. Spike allowed it, dancing his tongue with Fizzle's in return before pulling away.

"Want me to take care of your morning wood, sir?" Fizzle asked, looking somewhat hopeful.

"No," yawned Spike, "With any luck we'll have plenty of fun today to sate that. Where's Fluttershy?"

"She's curled up with the kids," Fizzle pointed to the other side of their bed of corpses.

Indeed, Fluttershy was cuddling with the dead foals, both the Cutie Mark Crusaders and the Cake twins, or at least what was left of all the foals. She slept a bit fitfully, jerking and flinching every few moments, and her eyes drooled pus from infection. She had fallen asleep with her shaft spearing through Applebloom, but the potion had worn off by now, so the pegasus was disturbingly cock-less. Likewise, the animals that had been stuffed womb deep into her cunt had plopped out during the night, laying in a moist heap at her behind.

Spike sat up and crawled over to Fluttershy, then grabbed her head and pushed his thumbs into her eyes to feel around. She let out a beautiful scream and was instantly awake, and his thumbs felt boils of infection burst and drool as he felt around in there. He pulled his hands back and hmmphed.

"Maybe I should kill her," said Spike, "Looks like she might just die of infection anyway if I don't soon."

Despite her pain, Fluttershy leaned over and placed her head in Spike's lap as he sat beside her, shaking against him, clearly okay with him finishing her. But she was so much fun... no... not yet. She would have to keep wishing.

"What are we gonna do next sir?" asked Fizzle.

"I want to do something big," said Spike, "I mean murdering the elements is huge, but what if I could do better? Like... a princess or something. I mean I guess Twilight was a princess, but I don't know if she counted. She was like... the discount off-brand princess."

Fizzle nodded, "That sounds hard?"

"And we're almost out of useful potions," said Spike, "But I know someone else that might have more potions. Let's just hope she's still home with all the chaos lately."

Indeed, Spike knew just who to go after next for supplies: Zecora. A zebra shouldn't be hard for two dragons and a blind half-dead pony to overpower, and there was no telling what she had lurking about her tent. Spike knew for a fact that she was far better at potions than Twilight. Perhaps she might even have something more permanent for them to keep Fluttershy as Futashy.

It didn't take long for Spike to plan an attack strategy. They had Fluttershy with them, so they could easily bring her there and fake that they just wanted to get her medical attention. It would be honest enough, since Spike did want her to survive a bit longer, and afterward they could have what fun they wanted with their zebra friend, and hope she had something laying around that could take down a real princess.

The three cleaned up the nearby river, and Spike made some effort to wash out Fluttershy's eyes, but washing her out with dirty river water probably didn't do wonders for the infection aside from wash away most of the goo for now. He and Fizzle had a large meal of rocks, and Spike let Fluttershy gnaw on some grass. He was tempted to make her eat her little rotten animal friends, but he wanted her as strong as she could be.

Spike gathered up anything he thought might be useful. He brought his knives and hacksaw, as well as the last sleeping potion and several paralysis potions. He even thought to bring another futa potion for Fluttershy. He carried the bag himself, while having Fizzle carry a bundle of restraints should they need those.

Fluttershy wasn't made to carry anything lest she slow them down. They could still fly, at least. While she couldn't see, Fluttershy could hover and be tugged along by the others; all she needed to do was flap her wings. Spike was glad he hadn't gotten excited and snapped them the night before.

Even then, she was a bit of a drag, but the place they were going wasn't far. Zecora lived in the same forest as them after all, and Spike had been to her home plenty of times.

They landed a few dozen feet from Zecora's cottage. They slowly made their way to one side of the cottage, placing their supplies behind a few flowing bushes that had grown up next to the cottage. They'd only need those after Fluttershy was dealt with, most likely, and Spike didn't want to look suspicious right off the bat. To that end, they also removed Fluttershy's collar, tossing it with the others.

Spike motioned for Fluttershy to be quite by placing a single claw on her lips, and did the same to Fizzle despite the dragon's ability to see him. Spike the slowly pushed his head up into the window on this side of the cottage, looking inside. Stunned, he sat with his eyes wide open for several moments before Fizzle got curious and peeked over it as well. He had much the same reaction.

Laying on a long bench was an aquamarine colored unicorn that Spike recognized, Lyra Heartstrings. She wasn't just there for a visit though. She was laying on her front, her four legs hanging off the bench. She tried to push herself up, but collapsed immediately, her head swaying dizzily. Clearly she had been drugged. Her eyes were focused on none other than the zebra they were looking for.

Zecora was just now buttering up a hack saw with potion, an act that Spike definitely recognized. Was she about to hack Lyra into pieces? Not that Spike would complain about the view, but he couldn't imagine why she was doing it. Sure there were all those rumors about her experimenting or cooking ponies, but those were just rumors, right?

"Your horn will be the first I take," Zecora was saying, "I will not waste sedative, so you may have a shake."

"Why are you doing this?" asked Lyra, fresh tears on her face.

"Unicorn parts make for good ingredients," Zecora conveniently expositioned, "Pegasai and earth ponies too are expedient. I cannot usually obtain these parts for my gain, for if I am caught, it would all be a shame." She calmly lifted the hacksaw and carried it over towards Lyra, managing to mumble around it, " But now with all the ponies leaving, I can freely take all I am needing. The blame will go to the other thieving."

Spike ducked down and weighed his options. If she was really that much of a freak, maybe he could work out a deal with her. He had a lot of pony parts stashed away in his cave, after all, though who knew how much of it she could use. It was worth a try. Spike sighed at himself; he hoped he didn't make a habit of sparing too many ponies.

"Slight change of plans," said Spike, "Follow me."

Spike almost bounced around the house, grinning widely as he slammed his fist into the door several times. He could only imagine how far that made Zecora jump. She didn't answer, and he knocked again. He rolled his eyes as he knocked a third time.

"I know you're in there Zecora," said Spike, "Look I don't care what you're doing with Lyra, I'm here to talk business."

There was the sound of hooves approaching the door, then noticeable hesitation before she opened it just a crack. Spike could see her tail grasping a potion. No telling what that did, he'd have to be careful.

"I'm a bit bigger than before, but it's me, Spike," Spike said, "This is Fizzle, and Fluttershy is back here too. The rest of the elements are dead and in a pile in my cave. You said you needed pony parts?"

"Do you have the alicorn's remains in your cave of pains?" Zecora asks, her eyes squinting, clearly taking his offer seriously.
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"Alicorn?" Spike asked, "You mean Twilight? Oh right!" It hadn't occurred to him how very valuable her parts might be, "Yes, all of her, though she's sort of in pieces. I have her horn though, already removed in fact. Most of the rest of her is a bit rotten and... well fucked. I got horny."

If Zecora was disgusted by his frank explanation, she showed no sign. On the contrary, she swished her tail to place the potion back on a nearby shelf, then opened the door fully. She looped a hoof with his arm and tried to pull him in. She grabbed some paper and quill off another shelf and then shoved it into Spike's hand.

"Please jot down a list," said Zecora, "Of the corpses that exist."

"Huh? Oh sure," Spike took the quill and started writing, though it felt a bit strange to be writing down notes again. He put down all the names of those he'd killed, whether they were adult, foal, or infant, and how many days they'd been dead. He hoped she didn't mind that so many of the victims were young, but he sort of enjoyed writing them all down like this. It reminded him of what a naughty boy he had been, and caused his shaft to leak from his reptilian slit.

"Um Miss Zecora?" Fluttershy took a few steps towards Zecora's voice and bumped into a shelf. Her eyes, despite having been cleaned, were once again drooling white pus with swirls of red blood, "We also um... wondered if you had something for my um... eye infections."

"I will mix up a quick brew," said Zecora, "That will clense the infection from you." She headed towards the back of the shed, taking hold of two potions and pouring half of each into a cup, stirring it, "Be prepared to strain, there will be much pain."

Spike put the paper back on the counter. When Zecora saw this, she handed the cup to Fizzle instead of doing it herself. "Empty it into her eyes," she instructed, "Hold her as it dries. It needs a half an hour for its full power."

"Can I fuck the unicorn up the ass when you're done with her?" Fizzle asked out of nowhere, pointing timidly towards Lyra, who widened her eyes. He then gulped as Spike glared at him, moving back to Fluttershy.

Fizzle braced Fluttershy's head firmly in one arm, tilting it upwards so that her eyes could catch all the potion. He then started pouring it into one and then the other, and seemed to have just enough to fill each socket to the brim.

Fluttershy's reaction was immediate, screaming bloody murder and shaking violently as she was held. The potion began to bubble within the fleshy holes, mixing with the pus and blood, seeping deeper into her head and burning out the infection. Her scream was cut off only when Fizzle dropped the empty cup and held her muzzle tightly with one hands, reducing it to pitiful whines. Fizzle grumbled to himself slightly, and looked back over at Lyra. It was going to be a long thirty minutes for Fluttershy and Fizzle.

"This is good enough," said Zecora after reading the list, "I am mainly interested in alicorn stuff. Feathers and horns and hooves and hair, many parts I will want to prepare, but what the question for you is now... What do you want in return that is fair?"

"Honestly?" Spike shrugged, "I came here wanting to find out if you had potions that could down an alicorn. I want to rape and murder Celestia, Luna, and Cadence. Just to get off, no other reason. If I succeed... well I guess you'll have three more alicorn's to harvest."

Zecora probably realized that Spike had initially meant to kill her too, but it seemed that the promise of these ingredients was enough for her to ignore it. The two continued to talk, and fortunately Fluttershy was screamed out after five minutes or so, so they eventually didn't have to raise their voices.

They discussed for some time, but it seemed as if they both had much to offer the other. Zecora could use Twilight's 'ingredients' to give Spike more power. With that power, her potions, and a bit of a plan, he could overpower the princesses. Zecora couldn't use the process on herself, because zebras simply weren't compatible with alicorn magic. Dragons, on the other claw, were creatures of pure magic. Spike's brain could, theoretically at least, handle the energy. Zecora could then use the fresher alicorn parts to make his power permanent, and would still have two fresh alicorns with which to complete her experiments. Afterward, Zecora would stay on as Spike's advisor and, more importantly, experimental mage.

Spike wondered if he should trust her, though she clearly had no reason to betray him since she really wanted the alicorn parts, and he would never have a reason to betray her if she could keep supplying him with potions and artifacts. In the end, he decided the chance was worth taking. It was the only possibility of getting his cock into some dead goddess pussy. The worst case scenario was that she just wanted to kill him, but even then he'd die having full filled all but one of his hottest fantasies. Yeah, it was worth the risk.

"Um, I think Fluttershy's done now," Fizzle muttered when it appeared the two were done discussing, "Can I uh..."

"Yeah yeah, go fuck Lyra," Spike waved him off, "Maybe I could lay under her and take her cunt, hm Zecora?"

Zecora had her mouth opened to answer, but just chuckled when he answered for her. She calmly began to butter up the hacksaw again, "I do not mind should you do as you say, as long as you do not get in the way."

"Wait, um, you're still gonna do that? Don't you have enough parts with um... the others?" Lyra stammered.

Spike grinned, leaning down to lick her face, "Stupid pony, I'd be killing you either way. It's fun." Spike was in fact quite hard by this point, especially after the discussion with Zecora. He needed to get his rocks off and he needed to now.

Spike lay down next to the bench Lyra was on, then pulled her off of it and stop him, the unicorn now facing him. He kissed her deeply before she could beg further, his shafts throbbing against her soft underbelly as he did so. He wrapped all fours around her, pulling her tightly against him, then felt more weight as Fizzle leaned against her behind doggy style, rubbing his own shafts between her ass cheeks.

Spike held his cocks together and pushed upwards into Lyra, first stretching her out with one shaft before adding the second after a few slow thrusts. Fizzle held her bottom steady as he pushed his own shafts into her tailhole, straining to force them into the dry hole. Lyra sobbed, and also looked like she was going to vomit. Spike remembered that she was a lesbian, so it must be especially disgusting to her.

"Mmm, nothing like a tight dyke's cunt around my cocks," Spike chrred as he licked at her throat.

Zecora didn't wait for them to get settled in. She moved immediately towards them with the hacksaw, so Spike helpfully held Lyra's head firmly in both claws to let the zebra get the traction she needed. Seeming unaffected by the fact that her ingredient sack was getting raped by four throbbing dragon cocks, she began to saw against the horn. Her potion must have been better than Twilight's, because the blade sank into the base of the horn as if it were nothing more than thick muscle.

Lyra wailed as her horn slowly came free, finally popping off and pulling free with shards of bone and bits of nerve hanging from the severed end. She barely had time to freak out before Zecora produced a skinning knife and started on her scalp, pulling her mane free as well. Lyra's body convulsed, squeezing and milking against the shafts inside of her, causing both dragons to growl and groan.

As calm as Zecora seemed, Spike knew she must be getting off on this. Why else would she choose to slice off the bits of unicorn while Lyra was still alive? He was going to enjoy watching her work in the future, no doubt.

Once done with her scalp, Zecora took a simple knife, coaxed Fizzle to lean back aways, and snipped off the unicorn's tail, blood drooling down onto Fizzle's already bloody shafts. By the time she got to Lyra's first hoof, Spike felt himself headed into an intense orgasm.

Spike came hard, his own roar overpowering Lyra's continual wailing, flooding her cum hole with his sperm, packing his tips through her cervix and splattering spunk across the back of her womb. Fizzle was soon after, flooding her tail hole seconds after, continuing to thrust and bounce her hips back and forth with Spike.

Zecora paused to let the males finish, than prodded a bit at Spike to get his attention. Spike got the idea, holding Lyra's right fore hoof still for Zecora to saw more easily. Once it came off with a crack, Spike moved the severed stump to his muzzle, rolling his eyes back and suckling it like sweet candy.

Unable to see them, but certain of what they were doing, Fluttershy curled up quietly near the door. The pain was less in her eyes now, so she passed her time listening to the hot sounds of innocent unicorn being cut into pieces, both front hooves pressed down between her thighs, rubbing at her own frothing cunt furiously and biting her lip so hard that blood trickled down her face.

Zecora moved to the other three limbs, carefully removing each hoof and leaving Lyra a shivering, gagging, cum filled mess, not even able to beg any longer. Spike rolled her off of him, tumbling Fizzle in the process as well. Fizzle got up with a blush, and Lyra was sprawled out on her back.

"Now I have all I need," said Zecora, "We can snuff her out with all speed."

"Hold that thought," Spike wobbled to his feet and stumbled over Lyra, heading out the door, returning a few moments later with his bag of goodies. Pulling out the futa potion and tossing the rest onto the floor, he pushed it to Fluttershy's lips. She ceased her masturbation, guzzling the potion eagerly, then curled up to groan in pain as her body stretched once again into the desired shape.

Not wanting to give her time to simply bleed to death, Zecora put the ingredient parts aside and moved to straddle Lyra's face. She rolled her hips, rubbing her already drooling wet pussy hard against Lyra's muzzle. Moving her hooves to stabilize Lyra's face, she pushed down harder, trying to force her victim's muzzle into her striped snatch.

Zecora reached her tail over to curl around Spike's leg, then raised the tail up to present her behind to him. Spike took the clue and slide up behind her, running his long forked tongue up the back of her neck as he pushed his dual tips against her anus. She bucked back, hard, pushing the dragon inside her before she shoved back down against Lyra, her pussy finally slurping around Lyra's entire muzzle as the unicorn squirmed.

Fizzle seemed content to watch and stroke himself quietly, but Zecora reached a front hoof over to tug him over to her by one leg. Once in range, she opened her muzzle and dove for the goods, slurping first one shaft and then the other into her muzzle. She rolled her tongue around them, tugging them deeper and pushing them into her throat, gagging only enough to pleasure him as he sank deep and moaned.

Fluttershy wasn't to be left out either. Figuring they must have given her the potion for a reason, she nosed her way towards the noise, finally finding her way to Lyra's behind. She took a bloody stump to the face several times as Lyra kicked her legs frantically now, but managed to tug herself between them and positioned her blunt tipped dick against Lyra's freshly raped cunt. Stretched out from dragon dick, it was easy for her to sink inside, groaning and not ceasing her thrust until her tip was pushing through Lyra's cervix and her belly smacked against the mare's.

Spike didn't particular enjoy a willing partner, but watching Lyra over her shoulder was enough to keep him hard, and he figured that it would help their partnership to get it on some. "Least you're gonna die with a cunt wrapped around your face, you hot little lesbian slut, that should make you happy."

Zecora grunted as she pushed down harder, encompassing Lyra's whole muzzle inside of her cunt. This cut off her breathing entirely, and she instinctively raised her fore legs to try to push Zecora off, only to jerk the stumps back after a moment of fruitless pressure. She tried to draw in a breath, gagging as her lungs slurped in Zecora's cunt juice instead. The zebra didn't stop there, taking hold of Lyra's head in both forehooves and shoving further, the stripey cunt stretching wide over Lyra's entire face. Zecora moaned as she went so far that Lyra's entire head popping into her, cunt lips now tightly wrapped about Lyra's throat.

Her moaning made fizzle sigh in pleasure, gripping Zecora's head and thrusting his hips more rapidly as she deep throated him to the hilt. Both shafts pulsed and pre spread from the tips of his spears, which was slurped up eagerly by the swallowing motions massaging Fizzle's shaft. The white dragon moaned and leaned in to try to kiss Spike.

Fluttershy, unaware of exactly what was going on, moved her head forward to try to kiss Lyra. Her nose bumped against Zecora's swollen belly instead, and she made a confused little eep sound. She got the idea soon enough though, and began licking around the penetration point. Her hips continued their rolling as well, pressing her thick shaft into Lyra's cunt, shivering more and more as it convulsed around her. "Oh it's really squeezing... I love how they squeeze when they die."

Spike returned the kiss that Fizzle offered, rather distractedly though as he was watching Zecora's cunt trick in amazement. Soon Fizzle was as well. Both males continued to thrust, pushing Zecora's body back and forth, her rump bouncing against Spike and then her nose bouncing against Fizzle in turn. She clenched her ass more tightly and gagged against Fizzle's shaft.

To their amazement, Zecora's cunt stretched out even wider, encompassing Lyra's shoulders as well. She held Lyra's front legs tightly against her chest, then pulled her deeper still, soon the tight ring of her impossibly stretched juice whole was half way down Lyra's chest and still moving with each thrust. Her belly stretched out as well, putting more and more pressure on Spike's shafts in her behind.

Fluttershy began to assist, her thrusting motions trying to push Lyra deeper even as she plowed into her. Lyra convulsed hard over Fluttershy as her whole body began to shake, then she began to grow still, her only movement within her. As Lyra slipped into unconsciousness and spiraled towards death, Fluttershy groaned and blew strings of horse cum deep into her. She packed it into the unicorn's womb, continuing to thrust hard even as the mare was slurped up into Zecora.

Spike and Fizzle both weren't far behind Shy, Fizzle peaking first as Zecora's tongues lapped out and coiled around his base, stroking it with her movements and her throat repeatedly gagging around him. She guzzled his dragon cum, joy in her gleaming eyes from the wonderful taste of cock and cum. Spike blew his load as well, though barely able to thrust into the increasingly tight asshole. He sprayed down her intestines even as her body swelled further and further.

Indeed she didn't stop even with Lyra dead. Her pussy slurped over the body like an obscene mouth, visibly squeezing and contracting to pull her in. The lips rolled down the unicorn's chest, across her belly, and slurped over her hips to take in the last bit. Fluttershy moved with the corpse, even after having came, and continued thrusting hard with her. She crammed Lyra hard, ending up with her cock in Zecora as Lyra's pussy was pulled from her. Fluttershy creamed a second time, hosing down the insides of Zecora's impossible snatch.

Only after Lyra's legs were slurped into Zecora's womb did the group start to slow down their thrusting. Zecora belched loudly as soon as Fizzle's shafts withdrew from her muzzle, drooling cum freely. Her ass and cunt clenched hard to tug the rest of the juice off of the other shafts, then slowly nodded her heads.

"This... will take a while," said Zecora, "Perhaps you could now bring the corpse pile."

The next few hours were spent helping Zecora harvest ingredients while she slowly 'digested' Lyra within her. No one dared question how she was doing that, but it would sure as hell make them all nervous about putting their dicks in there in the future. Working together, they harvested every horn, feather, mane, tail, or hoof. Twilight's skull was cracked open from the top and her brain removed, though it had to be done gently lest it fall apart.

Zecora was eventually done with Lyra and expelled her. The unicorn had been reduced to bones and a puddle of gooey digested flesh. Regardless, Spike collected her in a large, tall waterproof container, still wanting to keep every corpse regardless of its condition. He could lube up with her guts if nothing else.

Zecora allowed the group to pile the remains in one corner, clearly not used to the intensity of that many corpses, but she dealt with it all the same. She also gave Fluttershy a permanence potion so she could keep the futa cock indefinitely. A few goes with corpses were had as Zecora was busily mixing her potions, but by the time the sun began to peek over the horizon, they were ready for the 'procedure' on Spike.

It was hard not to feel suspicious when Zecora wanted to wrap up Spike so he was immobile, but he had already agreed to things, so he figured he may as well take the chance. She explained that there would be a lot of pain, which only made it a bit harder to convince him.

To squelch his fears slightly, she offered to give Fizzle a sword to protect him with, though Spike wondered if Fizzle could really overpower her. She took Fizzle aside to give him said sword, and they whispered to each other for several moments before they returned. That didn't help convince him much either, considering what had happened to Garble after Spike took Fizzle aside to whisper at him.

Still, he consented to being restrained, the lure of a well fucked dieing goddess cunt around his cock was far too much to resist. Then afterward, when he was in charge, he could fuck or kill any pony he wanted. He wouldn't even have to go to private first, he could do everything outdoors as his horrified subjects looked on. This was gonna be so much more awesome than he ever dreamed.

He was restrained via being suspended from the ceiling of Zecora's cottage, held about two feet off the ground, turned so his lets and arms could hang free. He was held by as few cords as possible, a strap around his neck, his waist, and the base of his tail holding him above the floor. He started to feel a bit better when he found they weren't fully restraining his limbs, tail, or wings.

Zecora held a bright purple potion to his muzzle, and they exchanged a few glances. She seemed calm enough, but she had seemed calm before too. Reluctantly he wrapped his lips around it and she turned it up so he could guzzle the entire contents. He immediately felt a wash of nausea, before a wave of weakness permeated his body. He tried to move, but he wasn't even strong enough to raise his limbs or head, hanging limply.

"What was that?" he managed to slur out.

Zecora didn't answer him. She pulled a small table over so that she could reach it. Atop was Twilight's horn, what looked like strings of muscle or nerves, and a great number of sharp looking instruments. She also had the mixtures that she had created for the procedure, mostly using parts of Twilight, that ranged from small vials to jugs full of fluid.

"Um, is he helpless now?" Fizzle asked, "He won't remember this right?"

"He is a weakened one," said Zecora, "So we can have our fun."

Fluttershy perked up her ears, "Um, what are we doing?"

"Zecora said um, once he's helpless," said Fizzle, tapping his claws together, "We'd get to torment and kill him."

"Oh..." peeped Fluttershy, "Really?" Her shaft slowly began to react to the news, easing from its sheath once again.

"Wait!" demanded Spike, "You said you needed me! For the alicorn power!"

"We need your body this is true," corrected Zecora, "But I must have full control of you. Once we are done and you are most dead, I can reanimate you so we can do as I said."

"But... So I'll still be alive right? Or at least aware?" Spike asked.

Zecora shook her head, "If the process is to suffice, your soul must be fully sacrificed."

As Zecora spoke to Spike, it seemed that Fizzle wasn't wasting any time. He put the sword away on a shelf and slid himself behind Spike, pulling up his new master's tail and draping it over his shoulder. Spike felt the unfamiliar pressure of twin shafts pushing at his tight, virgin asshole. Fluttershy too, nosed her way towards the noise until her curious nose nuzzled against his left hind foot.

"I swear you two, if you go through with this I'll..." Spike started, but then came to the harsh realization, "Fuck... there's nothing I can do. I'm gonna die..." He was all too familiar with the type of potions he had been drugged with, and he knew he had no chance. He stared at the floor, unable to do anything else.

Spike felt Fizzle thrust his hips forward, not being any more gentle with Spike than any of their victims. He gave a solid thrust, forcing his cocks half way on the first thrust, then pulling back and hammering forward to slide fully inside. Spike felt pain shoot through his spine up from his ass. If he didn't know better, which he didn't, the drug seemed to increase his sensitivity to pain.

Zecora pulled the table closer so that she could lay Spike's head firmly atop it, then motioned a hoof to Fizzle as if to motion for him to stop rocking Spike so much. Fizzle complied as much as he could stand, and Zecora began to butter up a strange looking tool that looked almost like an oversized wing corkscrew.

"Are we really gonna?" Fluttershy seemed to have to confirm, "Um, are you gonna kill me and Fizzle too?"

No one bothered answering Fluttershy, they were too busy with their own thing.

Spike gritted his teeth as much as he could, trying to keep himself from crying even as his eyes moistened at the realization of what he was in for. He now knew what Rainbow Dash must have felt like trying to hold her tears back, and it wouldn't be the last thing he came to know today. So why were his cocks throbbing hard? As much as he tried, he couldn't get them down. The thought of agonizing death turned him on, even if it was his own.

Fizzle continued plowing his behind with more even strokes, gripping his behind with both claws, digging them in to try to keep him steady. He groaned at the warm hint of Spike's blood drooling down his cock to his thighs, shivering as he continued to roll his hips, "Master.." he groaned, "Your ass is the best I've ever had. I hope the new you feels as good."

Fluttershy too wasn't going to be left out. He felt her breath flowing over his dangling shafts, then the feel of her wet tongue gliding up and down one shaft and then the other, "How does being raped feel, Spike?" Fluttershy timidly teased, "Knowing you'll be humiliated and die... oh Spike I am getting so hard." She pushed her lips around both his cocks, pushing them back to her throat and swallowing against the tip. Any hope he had of some pleasure to balance the pain in his ass was then taken from him, as Fluttershy pressed her blunt teeth into Spike's shaft before dragging her head back, pain shooting through his cocks now as well.

Zecora smiled to herself at the teasing, but said nothing herself. She took a well potioned knife, dragging it over the top of his head, sawing off the frill that was in her way and letting it drop aside. The pain sent Spike over the top and he screamed, tears rolling down his face whether he wanted them to or not. Zecora then placed the giant cork screw atop his head and pulled it tight, then blades plowing down into his head. It had some difficulty slicing through his scales, but managed to burrow into his head all the way through his skull. She then began turning it, straining to cut through his skull like a can opener.

"Fizzle!" Spike blurted out, "I thought you liked me!"

"Well, I like your body," Fizzle blushed, and had an increasing amount of trouble holding Spike still while drilling him, coming closer and closer to his orgasm, "But... I can still get fucked by your body after you're dead in this case, so... sorry Master." He bit his tongue before saying anything else, and arched his spine before blowing a hot load deep into Spike's ass. He groaned out, his whole body shaking as he strained to control himself.

Fluttershy continued her work as well. Again and again she pushed her muzzle up one or both shafts, swallowing against the tips and dragging them down into her neck until it buldged, then bit her way down the shaft again, biting harder and harder until he began to bruise. After several attempts, she was able to push him all the way to his base, then gnaw all the way back down. As she did so, sitting on her haunches, she slowly stroked her own cock with both forehooves.

Spike's screams continued until finally he felt Zecora pull the device back from his head, a circular section of his skull pulling out with the tool. He shrieked, both in pain and the realization that his brain was about to get operated on. Spike choked on another sob, then felt Zecora's tongue gliding up the side of his face as she tasted his tears. She panted, then reached for the nerves and horn on the table.

"Want to switch places Futashy?" Fizzle asked, panting as he pulled his shaft from Spike's behind.

"Oh, yes please," Fluttershy pulled her head back.

Fizzle pushed a crate behind Spike and helped the blind pony up onto it, making sure she got a good grip on Spike's plot before he pushed his head below Spike's belly, wrapping his long forked tongue around one of the shafts and squeezing it. Spike tensed even from that, the cocks were far too bruised to experience any pleasure.

Zecora threaded the nerves into Spike's brain, carefully pushing them into the crevices and lumps of gray matter with a razor sharp needle. She then pulled back, taking hold of one of the vials and pouring it into the gaping head hole. The potion immediately began to work, burning through his head, magically causing the nerves to thread fully through his brain. Zecora pulled out Twilight's horn, which had been extended at the base by the alicorn's skull fragments, and placed it's blunt end against Spike's brain. The nerves threaded upwards, winding against the horn and pulling it firmly into place. As the horn was wired into his brain, Spike felt the same agony as Twilight had felt as it was removed, as if her pain persisted through the horn even now.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy eagerly pushed herself up atop Spike's behind, her blunt tip now poking at the freshly raped anus of her tormentor. She took a deep breath, moaning loudly as she felt her cock sink into his warmth, Fizzle's sperm lubricating her length as she forced it inside. She began to slowly thrust, remembering what Zecora said about keeping him still, but moved as quickly as she could manage, sinking ball deep on the first thrust.

Fizzle dragged his sharp teeth down Spike's bruised cock, leaving tiny little cuts along the length, first one then the other. Despite all this, Spike's cocks were still throbbing hard, betraying him even now, seeming to act on their own. Perhaps it was something to do with the drugs. Fizzle didn't care. He turned his bottom upwards, snuggling his behind against Spike's belly, then pushed his rear backward. The hopeless faggot reached a claw behind him, carefully lining up Spike's cocks to penetrate his cum hole.

As the potion worked into Spike's head, Zecora carefully cut the sheet of skull that she had removed from his head. She cut out a hole large enough for the horn to fit through, then carefully placed the bit of skull back on his head, sliding it down over the horn. It didn't want to go in easily, so she took a hammer from the table and slammed it down to push the skull fragment back into place.

"Oh for fucks sake just kill me!" Spike screamed so loudly it rattled the windows.

Fluttershy shivered at the exclamation, feeling his asshole tense hard as immeasurable pain wrecked through his body, "Oh Spike, you... you're really turning me on hard right now. Oh I'm gonna cum... so hard..." Her shaft splurted pre into his asshole, lubricating the already wet hole with more, her balls slapping hard against his belly with each thrust. "I can't hold it! I'm sorry..." Her body shook as she tried to hold in her violent coming orgasm.

As Fizzle positioned himself below Spike, his tail looped up to affectionately grasp at Fluttershy, squeezing her balls gently. Meanwhile he pushed all the way back until Spike was buried to the hilt inside of him, and squeezed his ass as hard as he could, keeping it clenched as he began to roll his hips. Despite their rock solid state, Spike's shafts felt nothing but pain as the bruised and sliced surface was slid through Fizzle's slutty bowels.

Zecora wasn't done with Spike yet; the horn was only the first part. She pulled out a wicked looking needle with a tube protruding from the base, and carefully lined it up to push into his neck. It was attached to an empty canister, and immediately began to draw blood from his body. Spike began to feel ill already even as she did the same with another needle, this one into the opposite side of his neck, attached to a canister full of fluid. Spike recognized the fluid as where most of Twilight's brain and no small part of her rotted organs had gone.

Fluttershy couldn't see any of this, but she could hear Spike continue to scream and sob, feel the tremors of pain pulsing through his body, She blew her load so hard that it knocked the wind out of her, making it hard for her to breath while she pumped her load deep into his ass, which overflowed and sprayed out around the penetration point. Her pussy spasmed as well, a mist of cunt juice spraying out behind her as well, wetting down the shelves behind her.

Fizzle continued to pound his ass back against Spike's shafts. Spike's cocks were so rock hard that they began to seep blood, even from places that weren't bruised or scratched, lubricating up Fizzle's asshole and drooling down both their thighs to the floor below. Even then, Fizzle was really going to have to work it to get an orgasm out of his master. He was sure as hell determined to do so though, "Oh Master... please... one more blast of cum for your naughty little faggot..."

Zecora put one ear against Spike's chest, carefully monitoring his heartbeat. She waited until so much blood had drained that his heart began to flutter, then activated a switch on the second canister. It glowed with magical energy, and the Twilight stew pumped up into Spike's body. The nausea was replaced with the feeling of burning within him, suddenly feeling as if he were bathed in intense flame, so hot it felt like it was boiling within him. He screamed so loudly that his voice gave out and devolved into pitiful gagging motions, then finally just squirmed futilely and sobbed to himself.

Zecora turned off the machine that drained Spike's blood, but let the second one continue until all of the sludge that was once Twilight had been pumped into her number one assistant. Zecora moved to butter up another knife, then propped herself up on Spike's right side, the bindings straining with the extra weight. Moving the blade to his wing, she began to carefully slide the blade over the leathery part of his wing, slicing through them and peeling it off. She slowly cut around the bones to deprive him of each flap of his wings. Once she was done with one wing, she continued on to the other.

Fluttershy kept pounding Spike's behind until she literally fell backwards from the intensity of her thrusts, falling off the crate and slamming hard into the floor. She squeaked adorably, her still hard shaft flopping about and cum pouring from Spike's behind. She rested herself for a moment before slowly nosing her way back. This time she found Fizzle. Once she felt about his behind and realized what he was doing, she tucked her head beneath his belly and slurped down his shafts. They tasted like Spike-shit from plowing the other dragon's behind, but it didn't deter her. She pushed the cocks down until she gagged and then began bobbing her head. It was a bit ironic that her first act of consensual sex was under such circumstances.

Zecora finished with Spike's wings, retreating to her instrument table and returning with some sleek, water proof wing covers. She carefully pushed one over each wing, zipping them up one side. She then pulled another large potion from the table, having some difficulty carrying it. She braced it between her front hooves and carefully walked on her hind legs, then carefully tipped it, filling first one sack and then the other with the fluid, bathing his shredded wings in the potion. The potion consisted mostly of liquified feathers from Twilight and every pegasus Spike had killed, combined with magical ingredients to activate it. Spike's wings slowly tensed, the leather between the bones reforming, this time sprouting purple feathers that matched Spike's scales.

Spike's body spasmed again, and his cocks finally fired off their load into Fizzle's fuck hole. Even the act of orgasming was intensely painful now, especially as the blood surging through his cock was now the new Twilight juice. He blew his load, which was literally more blood than cum, and painted Fizzle's insides and thighs red. Fizzle blew his load as he felt his dieing master unload himself. Fluttershy at first tried to pull her head back, but Fizzle took hold of her head and pulled her flush to his belly, pumping his cum directly into her throat, forcing her to swallow it down. When he finally did let her go, she calmly pulled herself back with a slurp, not seeming to mind.

Zecora left the trio to their fun for a moment, heading towards a large bath tub in one corner of the hut. She casually filled it two thirds full with water, then headed over to the table again. Every bottle of fluid or potion that she hadn't yet used were poured into the tub one at a time, then she began to stir it with a large cauldron spoon, watching to see what the others were doing as she mixed.

Fizzle yanked himself fully off of Spike, his asshole pouring blood-cum from the strange orgasm. He turned about, moving to kiss Fluttershy gently, then carefully guided her muzzle back to one of Spike's two cocks. This time however, they didn't just bite at him to make him uncomfortable.

Fluttershy was the first to do it, pushing her throat around the cock, swallowing it to the back, then biting down as hard as she could around the base of Spike's lower cock. She moaned, sending painful vibrations up through him, then shook her head back and forth, twisting and biting, trying to pull the cock free. When Fizzle realized what she was doing, he slide his sharped toothed maw over his other cock. Rather than sliding the shaft down his throat, he forced it to bend at an odd angle, bunching it up into his maw and then biting down in smooth chewing motions, slowly tearing apart the still attached cock like it was a huge chunk of bubblegum.

The quietened Spike screamed out anew when he realized what was happening, his body jerking weakly. Zecora watched the two gnawing off Spike's cocks and didn't move to stop them at all, letting them have their fun. She spoke as she continued to stir the bubbling tub, "Once you are done gnawing his shaft, bring him here for his bath."

Fizzle was the first to gnaw his cock off, tearing it away a bit at a time and pulled each bit back into his throat as he ate the shaft. Once done he suckled against the wound where the shaft had once been, Spike's new blood oozing very slowly from his body. Fluttershy took a great deal longer, the shaft ripping a little at a time as she twisted again and again, then finally popped free of his body. Falling over from the sudden release, Fluttershy coughed slightly and dropped the shaft out of her muzzle. It was quickly snatched up by Fizzle, who scarfed it down.

As requested, Fizzle undid Spike's restraints, the moaning, wounded dragon dropping to the floor with a dull thump. Fizzle dragged him over towards the tub by his tail, leaving a streak of blood and cum behind. Zecora pushed Spike into the tub, trying to fit all of him. She folded his wings up, removing the sacks and dumping the excess into the tub. She pulled his arms and legs together, curling his tail around. Soon his entire body was submerged save for his head, which draped over one end of the ceramic tub.

Fizzle pulled Fluttershy over to the tub as well, and carefully helped her into it herself, letting her slide into a position once again mounting the dragon. She sloshed around a bit, then managed to tuck her shaft beneath his tail, sinking back into his asshole. Fizzle then casually pushed Spike's head beneath the water.

Spike was too weak to defend himself or even attempt to raise his head. He felt how excited Fluttershy was getting behind him, plowing her cock into his bleeding ass. His body surged with pain from all of his injuries, burning inside and out. He held his breath for a few moments, but realized how futile it was. It was time for him to die a brutal death just like his victims. He gave in, and took a deep breath of the fluid.

Fluttershy got to feel the dragon thrashing about beneath her as he took on water, moaning out at the feel of his tailhole clenching, "Oh... oh he's dieing. This is it! Die so I can cream your corpse..." Fluttershy's whole body tensed up again, more and more, and finally felt Spike going into his death throws. As his ass squeezed hard against her, she dove into a no less intense orgasm than before. She shot her spunk inside his ass, her cum and cunt juice splurting into the water.

Once done, Fluttershy was pulled from the tub to leave Spike's corpse fully submerged. The fluid soaked into him, filling every hole and wound. His damaged portions began to grow back into place, his head plate fitting more exactly, his feathers filling out, and even his twin shafts starting to regrow.

Fizzle had a seat to relax, allowing the wet Fluttershy to sprawl across his lap, "He's gonna be really mad at us when he wakes up."

Fluttershy raised her head, "Wait what?"

Zecora finally let herself snicker, and nodded to Fizzle.

All We Need Is Love

Spike slowly regained his senses, feeling returning, starting with his extremities and moving into his body. As his eyes blinked open and his vision adjusted, he found himself still laying in the tub where he had drowned before. It was drained now, so the dragon lay at the bottom curled up on his side, covered in half-dry sticky solution that felt like cum and looked like blood.

He tried to raise his head again, but couldn't do more than turn it. When he did that, his horn thumped against the tub wall and shot pain through his head. Wait, his horn? All of it began to come back to him, but how was he remembering? Didn't they say he'd be dead? He tried to call out 'Where are you', but all that came out was a slur of syllables.

White claws reached into the tub, grasping him under his arms and pulling him into a seated position. He groaned as Fizzle helped him sit up.

Fizzle quietly tapped his claws together as if unsure what to say. "Hello Master..." Fizzle blushed and had trouble keeping eye contact.

"I'm still here..." Spike managed to get out.

"Indeed you are definitely here," said Zecora as she approached the tub as well, "We are sorry for the pain my dear, but a necessary ingredient was fear."

"So Fizzle knew all alone," Spike regained enough strength to hold his own head in both claws. "You little shit." He groaned again, "Ugh, I can hardly move... I guess that means I won't kill you yet, Fizzle."

"T-thank you sir," breathed Fizzle.

"Did Futaslut know?" Spike asked, peering around to find her.

She was behind Zecora and Fizzle, four legs folded beneath her to lie on her belly and listen to them talk, "Um, I didn't. I sort of thought we were really gonna do it. Sorry.." Her voice raised somewhat hopefully, "Oh, does that mean you're going to kill me?"

"Not right now, cock puppet," Spike grunted, earning a sad sigh from Fluttershy, then looked back to Zecora, "Okay... you're serious? I HAD to be pissing myself with fear and in utter agony for this to work? I mean... I expected you guys to have fun with me, but wow."

Zecora only nodded, then opened up a book to show him the writing she had put down. The writing looked several years old, as if she had been working on the theory for a long time. The notes jotted down, 'Intense emotional response necessary.... for initial connections.... Pain and fear would be most effective.' It went into a long winded explanation with a diagram, but Spike waved the book away.

Spike probably would have been more angry at them still, but the now that it was over, the whole experience was exhilarating to look back upon. Knowing exactly how it felt would make it all the better when he was snuffing out his future victims. He was still a bit sore at how Fizzle and Fluttershy seemed to enjoy his torment. In fact his tail hole felt freshly used, so he wondered how many times they'd taken turns on his corpse.

It had apparently been over a day since the procedure had been done, not counting the hours that it took to do the procedure, so it was quite a bit later now, about half way through a new day. Spike was given delicious turquoise to get his strength back, and it was the best meal he'd had in many days.

"So when do we go poke the Princesses?" asked Spike.

Zecora smiled but shook her head, "Before we take those who reign, you will need some time to train."

Zecora didn't think it was wise to go head on with Celestia and Luna yet. She believed that they should take down the crystal princess Cadence first. Spike was okay with this. Cadence had proven she could take down at least one enemy Celestia couldn't during the changeling invasion, and having the powers of a love alicorn might be kinky. Just what he was looking for. What's more, they could bring what was left of Twilight and let her brother play with it a bit.

They would need to take at least a week to train Spike, but Zecora seemed confident that a dragon could catch on quickly. He worked on shields, lasers, teleports, telekinesis, and telepathy, but the only ones he needed to know well for their plan to work was telepathy and teleportation. He spent hours teleporting to different parts of the forest and back again.

She also gave him the alicorn amulet, which would magnify his power even more. There was no need to worry about it having an effect on him. He was already a sadistic monster after all. The increase from wearing the amulet was amazing, allowing him a much greater store of energy to play with.

Annoyingly, this also meant he had to take a break from his murder spree, and the training made him so tired that he rarely even felt like necrophilia. Fizzle and Fluttershy seemed to have a lot of fun with the corpses, and with each other.. and with Zecora, and Spike finally asked them to not do it around him when he can't join in. They almost always complied after that.

Finally he was ready for the task. Zecora gave him an additional day of light training and resting as they went over the plan together.

Shining Armor's eyes shot open and he was suddenly completely awake. Had he just dreamed what he thought he did? Was it a dream? No it couldn't have. Twilight had contacted him telepathically before, as she had recently learned how, and this definitely felt like it was her magic.

"Cadence?" Shining lay on his side and softly shook his wife's shoulder, "Are you awake?"

"Nnng," said Cadence, "Shining I already told you, I don't want to with my pregnancy so far along. Go stick it in one of the maids if you need to get off, just don't knock another one up."

This was no time for hot maids! Shining shook her again, "No, I think Twilight might have contacted me telepathically. She told me we had to meet her and that she was ashamed of something terrible that has happened to her, she wants us to come alone..."

"Wait what?" Princess Cadence suddenly raised her head and looked at him, "I... I just felt that too. I thought it was a dream. She said her other friends are... dead? That she needs our help before she can be present for Celestia?"

"Yeah," said Shining, "Exactly that, and... it really felt like Twilight, even though it sounds like a trap. And with your pregnancy near its end, maybe I should be the only one to go."

Princess Cadence shook her head, "I'll be fine coming along. I'll bring the other Princesses in on it and they can be nearby while we approach her. Remember Celestia said she started to feel Twilight's life force again about a week ago, even if she can't trace it now. Maybe it has something to do with what happened to her., or maybe she can detect something more when we're close."

Spike sat on his haunches at one edge of the clearing, waiting for the guests of honor to arrive. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he waited, but he was still shaking with anticipation and nervousness. He felt almost like he did when he was just starting out, just learning the joys of slaughter, and he was going to feel so much more... if he pulled this off.

He knew he shouldn't be aroused when they saw him, but his shafts kept escaping. He hadn't had his dick in anything for days, and had intentionally passed on it during his rest at the end because he wanted to be fully charged. He eventually zipped up his reptilian slit to keep the shafts from continually escaping, using one of Twilight's favorite spells. The bitch used to zip his mouth closed with it. Who would have thought he'd be using Twilight's magic?

He could feel them approaching before he saw them. It was weird, like he had some kind of weird bond with Shining and Cadence... and with Celestia and Luna. He tensed up tightly as he immediately realized that they were coming as well. He took a deep breath, suddenly wanting to flee, knowing he couldn't take on four if they chose to attack him immediately. Big Mac would have been able to tell them, but Spike was pretty sure he had been too delirious to do so. He guessed he would see.

He felt better when only Cadence and Shining passed over the nearby trees, Cadence carrying Shining along with her in a bubble. Celestia and Luna hadn't shown themselves, which meant they were probably there just in case. The time it'd take them to jump into action might be all the time Spike needed to do what he needed to do.

"Twilight?" "Twilly?" Cadence and Shining landed a few meters away from Spike, staring at what they saw.

Spike tapped his claws together and pretended to be unable to make eye contact. He sniffled and choked on a few token tears, then spoke with Twilight's voice "I look terrible don't I. Oh Celestia I'll never be accepted again..."

"W-What happened?" Cadence stared openly, unable to keep herself.

"A mad dark wizard," said Spike, "He captured us and tortured us, performed experiments on us. He... he cut me into pieces... keeping me alive while he did it... then... tried to combine me and Spike so... I don't know why. I escaped when he overestimated my recovery time.from the last experiment.

"And our friends?" asked Shining.

"Dead... all dead..." Spike choked again, lowering his head to the ground and sobbing outright.

"Oh dear.." Cadence walked forward towards Spike without thinking about what she was doing.

"Twilly don't cry, you're safe now, we'll keep you safe," Shining went forward as well.

The two of them gently tugged Spike's head from the ground, then both hugged him around the neck tightly. He hugged around them with his green feathered wings, holding them tightly in a hug as well. It didn't seem to tip them off that he wasn't using his arms, so they didn't see when he reached his claws back and placed a device in each using his tail. They were in a perfect position hugging him like this.

Suddenly Spike slid his claws up from beneath his wings. A thick iron horn brace was rammed down onto Shining and Cadence's horns, which automatically locked into place, pulling tight enough to give them both a headache just from the pressure, and even more if they tried to use magic. Spike then hugged the two close, and they only had time to yelp in surprise before Spike and their bodies glowed, teleporting away in a flash.

"What is going on?" Cadence demanded, "Who are you?!"

Spike ignored them as he teleported them again to a new location on a small island in a lake. They squirmed against him as he teleported again and again, no less than a dozen times before appearing at the bottom of a pit. He stepped back from them, and moved only himself up to the edge of said pit, looking down at them.

The group wasn't going to take a chance with just using horn braces, of course. An alicorn might be able to break from one given time, not to mention fly, and they couldn't have that. As soon as Spike left the pit, Zedora and Fizzle tossed literally arm fulls of potions into the pit after them. They broke apart, fumes and smoke spreading everywhere inside as she and Fizzle moved a large tarp to cover the top. It didn't take long for the two to become silent.

They had one more to go, Spike held his breath, teleporting back into the pit, then spirited their two victims away to a final location. Flashing back, he took Fizzle, Zecora, and Fluttershy as well. The final location was the throne room in the Castle of the Two Sisters in the Everfree forest.

Even then they weren't done making sure. Spike and Fizzle assisted in holding down the two as Zecora forced them to guzzle her special weakness potions. Shining took double what was probably needed, and the alicorn was fed enough to down an elephant. No chances had been taken.

They all stood in front of the double thrones, both of which were occupied. In Celestia's old throne was Twilight, or at least a pile of Twilight parts. There were her limbs, some of them skeletalized, one chunk of her lower hip area that included her rotted cunt and ass, then another chunk of her upper torso and spine. Atop them all sat her terrifying facial remains and hollowed out skull. Spike wondered if the two would recognize her. In Luna's old throne was the head of every other individual they'd murdered, piled high, just to really dig in how very fucked the two were.

Spike took a deep breath... and unzipped his slit to let his shafts spill out of their holding place. Celestia and Luna were no doubt shitting themselves about now, but for Spike and friends it was time to party. He cracked his knuckles and slowly walked around them. "Well well well, what do we do first?"

"Who are you?" demanded Shining weakly, "Where's Twily?"

Spike chuckled, pointing towards Celestia's throne, "Oh there's what's left of her. Dismembered alive, raped in every hole, gutted, harvested, and fucked at least a dozen times since becoming a corpse. She looks pretty fresh considering all that, right?" Spike continued to speak in Twilight's voice. He didn't want them to forget her through their entire torment.

"TWILY NO!" Shining tried to rise to his hooves only to collapse again, eyes welling up in tears as he is forced to accept what he surely had denied until then. His sister was so very dead.

"No... oh no... how could you..." Cadence stammered, then weakly turned to Spike, "Who are you? You're not Spike."

"Oh but I am," said Spike, "Augmented a bit, grown up a bit, sure, but it's me all right. I've just never been the same since I let that cock tease Rarity choke on her own vomit. The feel of someone around my cock when they die... oh you have no idea. Maybe Shining will have an idea later, I haven't decided which of you will have to watch the other die yet."

"Um, when are we gonna start?" Fluttershy's quite voice broke through the conversation as she curiously nosed at one of Shining's hind hooves. The two turned to stare at her, not having noticed the empty eye-socket pet futa before.

"Oh dear Celestia! What did they do to you?" Cadence cried. It was one thing after another.

"Oh um, I'm okay," said Fluttershy, "Well I'm not okay, but I have managed some fun. Um, I'm gonna want to put my cock in both of you before you die, okay? Sorry beforehoof."

"I call the stallion's ass!" Fizzle bounced excitedly on his feet, "I hope he's a virgin there."

Zecora sat aside from them for the time being, watching them have their fun, "We can kill them however you desire, but keep whole the parts I will require."

"Fizzle, get Twilight and lay her out for Shining. It's time for some necro-incest," Spike said. Oh he had been waiting for this part.

"W-what." Shining looked at Spike in disbelief, then his eyes slowly followed Fizzle.

Fizzle gathered up Twilight's limbs. It took him three trips to get all her parts, but he arranged them, laying her out in the approximate way that her body would go together, as if she was on her back. Spike grabbed Shining by his braced horn and dragged him towards his dead sister, easily tugging past his token struggles.

"No no no no no! Oh Celestia no I can't do that!" Shining begged, "Besides I'll.. .there's no way I'll get hard you psycho!"

"But you're already getting hard," said Spike, motioning to where Shining was spilling from his sheath, "It's a side effect of that neat little potion we fed you." He then turned to Fizzle, "Okay then. Faggot, go ahead and fuck him up the ass while he fucks his half-wit sister's corpse," then to Zecora, "Could you help him hold Shining in place?"

Spike waited for a nod from Zecora before heading back to Cadence. Spike had actually forgotten that Cadence was pregnant, but now that he got a nice look at her swollen belly, he was looking forward to this all the more. He'd watch Shining's torment, but the first thing he wanted his cock inside was Cadence's knocked up cunt. Fluttershy was nuzzling at her nethers and looking like she was about to mount up, but Spike walked over and kicked her hard in the gut, making her squeak and stumble away.

"The royal cunt is mine, Futaslut. You can have it later." Spike grinned widely at Cadence, "I'm gonna fuck that fetus right out of you. Stupid cunt for coming here pregnant, remember it's your fault when you look upon your dead cum stuffed foal." Spike's shafts throbbed hard at the idea of raping an unborn fetus. It seems like he was going to get to go younger than the Cake twins after all.

"Oh Celestia no..." Cadence curled up as if to protect her belly.

"You mean 'Oh Spike no...'" grinned Spike, "Ponies will say that once I'm their fuck god."

Shining was struggling and begging so loudly that he didn't notice that his wife about to get her foal factory plundered. He gagged at the horrible stench beneath him, looking into the hollow eyes of his dead sister. As Fizzle held him from behind, he could feel the dragon's twin shafts pressing between his ass cheeks and pushing their tips against his pucker, but he didn't care about that as much as where his own cock was going. Zecora reached beneath him to push Shining's throbbing shaft into place until its tip was lodged against the rotted fuck hole.

Fizzle's hips pushed forward, sliding his cocks into Shining's behind. He forces it hard, managing to get it half way on the first thrust. This also pushed Shining's shaft forward, forcing it to penetrate the squishy corpse beneath him. A ball of cold pus bursts and drooled around Shining's shaft as it entered her dry insides, which were already coated with a layer of Spike's and Fizzle's dried spunk. As he penetrated fully, he could feel maggots crawling over his shaft. He gagged pitifully, the smell unbearable, but he couldn't go soft no matter how hard he tried.

"Not a virgin," commented Fizzle disappointingly, "Going in way too easy, I feel like I'm fucking myself."

Spike laughed at that, but was mostly taken by his own present task. He dragged Cadence into a better position, laying on her back so she could turn her head and see her husband's torment. Spike forced her legs apart, then rubbed his claws appreciatively over her rounded belly as she squirmed. He could feel the little fetus kick and squirm, perhaps her own dread was passing over to it as well. He let his shafts drag across her soft belly, moving his tip slowly into place, teasingly prodding at her.

"Nothing to say?" asked Spike as Cadence sobbed underneath him, "It's an insult that females are ruling over us like this. I'm gonna reduce all of you to the rape bait that every pussy should be." He turned to Fluttershy, who had nosed her way to their side, "Take her mouth Futa, but don't block her view of her sweetie."

"Um okay," Fluttershy paused, "What if she bites me?"

"Then I'll get to watch," said Spike, "Do it now and don't you dare pull out." After she had bitten Spike's off earlier, she didn't have any room to complain now.

Spike pushed himself forward then, pushing one shaft to each of her rear entries for the moment. Her pussy slurped tightly around him, clearly not having been properly used in some time due to her pregnancy. Her tailhole clenched even more tightly, but didn't stop him from forcing his cocks deeper. He immediately worked into a smooth but powerful hammering thrusts as his cocks were enveloped in her warmth.

Fluttershy also did as she was told, trying to do as Spike said. She grasped at Cadence's head as the alicorn squirmed more, pulling it up off the ground to level with her own shaft tip. She gritted her own teeth, fully expecting to be bitten, and forced her shaft between Cadence's teeth. She relaxed afterward, as Cadence's first reaction wasn't to bite, and instead pushed her tip to the back of Cadence's throat, moaning happily.

Fizzle was getting more excited atop Shining, making long, heavy thrusts, slowly sliding out and then shoving back as hard and fast as he could. His belly smacked against Shining's rump, then forced Shining's body forward in turn. Shining's balls smacked wetly against the cadaver beneath him, which was being slowly crushed by his weight, her weak rotten flesh giving way easily. He started to feel dozens of little pinching pains as the maggots now covering his cock began to nibble at him.

Zecora didn't leave herself out. The zebra sat on her haunches in front of Shining, pulling at his head with both front hooves. She pushed her moist pussy against his face, rubbing it against his nose, but he kept his muzzle shut. Zecora pushed his head down to his sister as punishment, forcing his muzzle into the cadavers face, then pulled him back to her pussy again. She did it several more times before he got the idea: he could lick her out or taste his sister instead. Shining pushed out his tongue as his head was pushed against the zebra again, lapping deeply to push her pulsing labia apart.

Spike growled as he continued to pound within Cadence, gripping her beautiful plot in both claws, digging in until blood drooled across her cutie marks. He held her behind up to his hips, continuing to pounded her in rapid strokes, watching her belly bounce humorously from each impact. He couldn't hold back any more. He pulled his lower shaft from her asshole, cramming both into her foal maker instead, slamming both tips against her tightly clenched cervix. He enjoyed every bit of her, even doubling his head down to lap against her motherly swollen breasts, beginning to suckle the milk from one of them.

He spoke to her between slurps, "That's it... knocking at your door... gonna bludgeon the little shit with my cock... and mmm... looks like your milk... is feeding your baby's killer... instead of your baby." He moved to another breast, "Can't wait... to have my cock... belly deep in fetus... heh... I'll be like... a super-pedophile."

Fluttershy was enjoying the mouth, plunging ball deep and stretching out Cadence's neck, but Spike's speech had made the princess angry, and poor Fluttershy was going to pay the price. Fluttershy's eyes flew open as she felt Cadence bite as hard as she could, the hard flats of pony teeth tightening around her. The only thing that kept her cock attached was that Cadence was too weak to bite hard. Fluttershy glanced up at Spike, starting to cry, but he was too busy to see her. Despite that, she obeyed his order and kept thrusting, the teeth dragging across her as she choked Cadence on her cock.

Fizzle couldn't hold himself for long, and soon gave a high pitched, somewhat feminine roar as he blew his load deep into Shining's not-so-innocent behind. He kept thrusting throughout his orgasm, then actually sped up when he was done, slamming Shining's cock into Twilight as well.

Whether he wanted to be or not, Shining followed soon after, blasting a shower of spunk into Twilight's hardened, torn womb, drooling grotesquely. A bit of it splattered right through her, splurting out the top of her hip section and splattering onto the floor. Shining tried hard not to groan, but ended up doing so anyway, sending shivers up through Zecora's body in the process. Fizzle grasped Shining's bottom to push him down, making sure his cock stayed inside his hot dead sister, feeling him twitch at the feel and bite of maggots on his cock.

"Please... let me take it out," Shining begged.

He barely got the words out as Zecora rubbed her pussy on his face, drenching his nose. She pushed her cunt lips over his muzzle, her hips flexing and looking severely tempted to stuff the whole unicorn in like before. She held herself for the time being, just moaning as she enjoyed the texture of his struggling muzzle within her throbbing snatch. He was barely able to breath when she pulled back each thrust.

Fizzle finally pulled out of Shining's ass only to grab one of his hind legs and start to turn him over. The stallion spun around slowly, muzzle remaining eye deep in Zecora's cunt, his tears joining the zebra's natural lubrication. Twilight's corpse stuck to him, her hips and fuck hole ending up on top of Shining once he was on his back.

Fizzle didn't pull it off. Instead he pushed her crusty womb a bit flatter so that the top portion of Shining's cock was available, then straddled shining and sat his cock loving ass down onto the tip. His tight anal ring slid down the still throbbing shaft, pushing most of the maggots back to the base. Shining could feel the warm cum and cold pus drooling onto his belly now, his balls and stomach covered with rot and infestation now.

As he was turned, Shining got a better look at what was happening to his wife, and picked up a bit more of what Spike was saying to her. He screamed out, trying to push Zecora away with his front hooves as his hind ones kicked pointlessly on either side of Fizzle's behind. Zecora easily held the front hooves down, rolling her eyes back as his screams rocked her into a climax of her own. Fluid splurted out around the tight penetration, puddling against Shining's eyes and forcing him to close them tightly.

"Heh, your pussy-whipped husband disapproves," Spike said as he pulled his head back upwards, then noticed Fluttershy, "Oh hell yeah, bite that cock, make that bitch hurt." Fluttershy was definitely doing so, sobbing as she forced her bruised horse cock all the way into Cadence's maw. When she tried to hold the muzzle open a bit with her hooves, Spike reached across and slapped her across the face, causing her to withdraw them and just hold Cadence's head as she bit down.

"But now it's time," Spike slammed his shafts against her cervix again, "for some fetus-fucking" another harder slam, "Come o---ooooh!" His demand became a solid groan as he felt himself pass through, fluid flowing from her womb around his shaft as he penetrated her inner hole.

Spike immediately sank to the base of his cock, smacking his hips against her pussy as it drooled fetus juice that escaped her womb. Spike put all the pressure he could on her belly so that the fluid began to spray out of her, her whole body contracting violently. His cock pushed as far as it would go and then smacked against the head of the infant. Spike laughed as the fetus reacted with a thrash, and continued to bludgeon it, knocking it about the womb like a chunky pin ball.

Fizzle continued rolling his hips to push his well used but clenched asshole down over Shining's blunt cock, sliding all the way down until Twilight's corpse piece cushioned him against Shining. He moaned, especially when he started watching Spike more closely. The drugged stallion acted on instinct, his hips thrusting upwards despite the horror he was being put through. Indeed, his face went limp when Zecora pulled her cunt away with a wet snap, just staring towards Cadence with a blank look.

As her belly deflated, Spike gripped his claws about her belly, grappling with the loose skin and trying to feel for the foal. Its thrashing ended with it facing away from the out tunnel before most of the fluid left. Spike found himself poking his cock against a slimy behind. He groaned, louder, claws gripping her belly to try to hold it still, eagerly attempting to drive his foal-fucker into the infant while it was still inside its mother's convulsing body.

Cadence realized what he was doing and broken down completely, which was good for Fluttershy at least. Cadence wept bitterly, sprawling herself out and not even bothering to bite as she choked on the cock. She knew she couldn't save her child and it sapped all of her will to live. The only sign of resistance was now how the princess's cunt clenched, as if to keep her child from escaping.

Fluttershy began thrusting faster with the biting now gone, though her bruised cock still wasn't having the best of times in the tight throat. She didn't seem to care now though, eyes drying of their tears as she stared in disbelief at what Spike was doing."Oh wow... " she muttered, then more loudly, "Oh I can't wait to see it. I bet it's so cute! Is your cock in it yet Spike?"

"Almost," moaned Spike. He used his magic to feel around inside of her, trying to get a good grasp. The child was a female, and the contractions were pushing her against his cock, so he used his magic to pull his shafts into position too. His magic was still clumsy, pulling at Cadence's flesh and causing her contraction screams to increase. Finally Spike felt his cocks sink in, forcing their way into the tightest holes he had ever raped. The fetus cunt and ass tore almost immediately, but he continued to force himself into them. "Fuuuck yes! Ah a female, gonna spear that underage cunt and ass!"

"She needs a name," said Fizzle between groans, "So we know how to refer to the corpse." Fizzle stroked himself off, one claw for each cock, pre drooling as he reached near his own orgasm. He looked like he was getting off more from what he was watching than from the cock in his ass for once. When he blew his load, it splattered all over Shining's body from belly to face. He flinched slightly when some hit his eye, but then just continued to stare.

Zecora sat on her haunches at Shining's head, holding Twilight's head against him and threatening to rub it on his face again. She asked, "This is certainly a shame, but we'd like to know her name."

"Skyla," murmured Shining so quietly that Zecora had to repeat it for him. She then pressed Twilight's face against the side of Shining's face anyway. He began to cry softly again.

"Oh that's an adorable name," groaned Fluttershy, then took time to slam several more deep thrusts into Cadence's maw before blowing her load. She slapped her happy balls against Cadence nose and pumped the royal belly full of her horse cum, "Oh yes, oh it's so hot! Do you hear that your majesty? Skyla will only know the agony of being impaled on cock, oh wow." She pulled herself free of Cadence with a slurp, then flinched as her bruised cock softened, "I really wish I could see that..."

Spike slammed himself into her cunt like a jackhammer. Her contractions shoved her child towards him, but his thrusts pushed it back into her, so he used his magic to grip her more tightly within. Then he was able to slowly push the child down through her passage, stretching her tube out with her child, even as it was further impaled on Spike's shafts. It wasn't long before he broke through its own inner cervix and undeveloped womb, puncturing its intestines easily as well, its flesh so deliciously weak, like he was raping warm pudding.

"Skyla!" Spike moaned out, "You feel her squeezing out of your royal cunt? Her first and only experience in life is me piking her on my shaft, isn't that hot?"

Soon she was far enough onto Spike's cock that he took a moment to just let her thrust back and forth with his own shaft, literally fucking her with her own unborn foal. He wasn't able to contain himself long, double rape spires exploding into the baby, bloating her up within the tunnel before a jet of cum sprayed from her muzzle and into Cadence's empty womb, filling her up with enough juice to swell her belly slightly again.

Spike yanked the infant out of her, making way for a flood of cum, juice, and after-birth that puddled on the stone floor beneath them. He held his cock up, grasping the infant in both hands and sliding it slowly up and down his shaft. Amazingly, the little one was still just a little bit alive, going through its final death throws on the dragons cock right in front of the unflinching eyes of her parents. "That's it... watch Skyla die! The only thing she ever did was get cock rammed into her, I guess that makes her the ultimate slut in a way, right?"

Zecora walked over to where Spike was now standing with the furless corpse dangling from his cock. Ignoring what he said, she had a huge grin on his face as she leaned down to examine it. Spike immediately realized what had her so happy; the little one was an alicorn.

"Infant alicorn parts are truly rare," said Zecora happily, "Now I will be able to get a share."

Spike laughed, "Sure sure, but first the happy new parents should get a closer look at their little one."

Fizzle withdrew from atop Shining and dragged him by the head and dragged the weak stallion towards his master as commanded. Twilight was still stuck to Shining's crotch. Zecora did the same, pushing Fluttershy away then forcing Cadence to rise to her haunches even as she bled cum and blood on the floor. Both had their face shoved against Skyla, dragging their muzzles up and down. Spike took a hold of their heads with his magic, forcing their muzzles open and tongues out, pushing them to lick up and down Skyla's corpse. That magic was going to be very useful.

"That's it, lick that dead fucker," Spike groaned, still speaking in Twilight's voice the whole time, "Fuck this is awesome, once I'm in charge I'm gonna regularly do pregnant couples, and their whole family. Of course I'll want to slaughter every member of the princess's families first, don't want to leave any young ones out for revenge. That's right, think of your families and then picture every one getting raped to death." Spike pulled the infant off of his cock with a delicious slurp, then forced the parents to take turns licking her cum gushing fuck hole.

"You'll never get away with this," Cadence slurred as her tongue tasted the torn dead cunt and ass.

"Please just stop," was all Shining could get out as his head was tilted so fetus juice drooled into his mouth.

"Um," added in Fluttershy randomly, "Is it okay if I fuck Shining? I want to try to get knocked up."

"Oh come on," said Spike, 'You know good and well that I will. Ponies are so stupid, so easy to fool when you know how. There's just never been a villain come along that was willing to actually murder their enemies. Can't imagine why." He turned to Fluttershy and chuckled, "Yeah I thought you smelled a bit seasoned. Have a go at him while I finish Cadence... or while he finishes Cadence. Put him on his back. Just don't expect your little one to survive, I wouldn't count on living long enough for it to even show if I were you, but I guess it's the thought that counts."

"Oh I don't mind," said Fluttershy, "Thank you um... Mister Spike."

"You mean 'Your Majesty'," corrected Spike.

"Oh um right, your Majesty," nodded Fluttershy, "I'm sorry, I'm just a cum bag slut so I'm kind of stupid." That seemed to appease Spike.

He dropped the fetus to the ground with a splat, then looked back and forth at the couple. They were holding one front hoof against each other in a loving embrace even now. Fizzle and Zecora pulled the two apart, letting Cadence lay while Shining was forced onto his back. Fluttershy was led to where she needed to be, and chrred when she finally got to Shining's shaft. Without hesitation, and grabbed the hard rotten flesh of Twilight's in her muzzle to pull it off of Shining's crotch. She didn't bother to remove the maggots and puss.

Once Shining was pinned to his back, Zecora's attention turned towards Skyla. The zebra picked up the little one to examine her, then smiled as she retrieved a blade and began separating the pieces. She began by opening her head up, removing the tiny brain and horn as one unit. Spike let her have her fun, knowing it would freak out the couple even more.They both stared towards Zecora for a moment, but were at a loss for words to spill out between their sobs.

Fluttershy nosed at Shining's shaft again, which throbbed in protest at having nothing around it. She ran her tongue along the sensitive surface and licked off maggots, bits of rotted flesh, and even some bits of fresh blood from the infestation nibbling at him. She pulled her body up on his slowly and began to rub her pussy up and down his cock, slurping her mouthful of maggots around before swallowing them down and gagging. She didn't waste any time, moving Shining's cock tip to the cunt nestled behind her balls, then sitting down slowly to envelope it in her soaked tunnel.

Spike was getting used to his magic, so he didn't even bother asking for help. He lifted up the limp Cadence, then with Shining pinned securely with magic and horny pegasus, Cadence's behind was moved to Shining's head, soon straddling him reverse cowgirl style with her cunt bleeding goo onto his face and mane. Without warning, Cadence was slammed against Shining, forcing his whole horn up inside her and eliciting a scream from his wife. It would have been a loose fit if not for the jagged metal horn restraint.

Fluttershy rocked herself harder on Shining's cock, which throbbed hard within her cum loving cunt. It seemed that the more lost he was in his misery, the harder he became, soon drooling pre and slowly coating Fluttershy's inner walls as she milked him hard. As she did so, she stroked off her own meat with both fore hooves and moaned out happily at being able to watch Cadence's fate, "Oh Princess, you're going to die screaming while I rape a new foal out of your husband. Isn't that hot? Sorry if that's weird your Majesty."

"Excuse me?" asked Spike.

"Oh, sorry your Majesty Spike," Fluttershy corrected herself, "Sorry if that's weird, Cadence, you um. ..cum-bucket failure?"

Cadence's cunt wasn't tight enough anymore to give a proper fucking, though it was fun to poke holes in her womb with Shining's horn. Spike withdrew it however, then pushed her back for the horn to penetrate her ass instead. It clenched down on the horn in agony as it was forced deep and hammered within. The horn brace stretched her out and sliced a gash up the side of her ass and ripping through the tightly stretched length of intestines.

WIth this, the thrusting motions became sawing motions. Spike jerked Cadence backwards, tearing right out of her tailhole, then joining her two holes together as it sliced through the flesh between them. He didn't stop there, sawing up through her gut. Her screams rang hotly in Spike's ears as he forced the horn further, tearing her womb in half. Blood poured out onto Shining's face, who tried to scream as well but just ended up gargling his wife's blood.

Spike moved in one smooth motion, slicing open Cadence as her body moved above Shining's, soon directly above him. Her blood poured out, then a moment later her guts slid out with a disgusting slurp, showering down on Shining as Cadence's screams died away, her final words were a pathetic, "I love you..."

"Oh Cadence," mocked Spike, "It was sweet of you to say so, but the only part I love of you is how you squirmed as you were brutally raped and snuffed out like the whore you are. What an appropriate way for the goddess of fuck to die."

Fluttershy moaned as soon as she felt blood and guts slap the back of her mane, turning up her head and opening her muzzle to cup some of the blood. She gagged on it, but managed to gulp down several mouthfuls before pulling her head back. She then felt around, grabbing hold of Cadences intestines and looping them around her cock and stroking herself up and down, masturbating furiously with the guts. She moaned, "Such an innocent mare so very dead, oh I won't hold it much longer!"

Spike let Cadence's corpse fall, splattering over the screaming Shining. His horn slid further into her neck where it had come to rest, poking out of her muzzle comically, blood bubbling out of her dead muzzle as her eyes rolled back. Her rump was grabbed hold of by Fluttershy, who shoved her cock where Cadences fuck holes had once been, holding her flesh tightly together with her front hooves so she could fuck what meat remained. She was so incredibly horny that she forgot all about how much her cock hurt for a moment.

True to her word, Fluttershy came hard in the love corpse, cum spraying across the hollow flesh wall and then drooling down with the rest of Cadence's guts. As her pussy convulsed around Shining, the unwilling stallion found himself going off, somehow even harder than before, his hips going without him even realizing it. Fluttershy had her foal factory fueled up with his potent seed, panting as she pumped him empty.

Once she was sure he was drained, she fell to the side and onto the floor with a thump, pulling herself off the two with another lewd noise. The pegasus squeaked slightly as she came down from her lustful high again, "Wow, I'm really becoming a monster." She sounded a little sad, but horny all the same, if that was possible.

They didn't get to play with Cadence much longer though, as Zecora dragged her off of Shining's body. She turned Cadence over onto her back, then piled the organs that she thought were important back into the empty chest cavity, leaving the others and dragging Cadence over to her tools to get the important parts as quickly as possible. In exchange, Skyla's corpse was tossed back, skull hollowed out, hooves and wings removed.

Spike took a deep breath to enjoy a brief pause for anticipation, taking Skyla and cuddling her against Shining's face. The unicorn just closed his eyes as if waiting for it to end. Spike kicked him over onto his side and chuckled.

"Well one more," said Spike, "Looks like he's ready to die, we need to give him some more pain to get him excited again."

"You could practice your telekiwhatsit by pulling him into pieces like his sister," suggested Fizzle.

"Oh, can I crush his balls?" asked Fluttershy, earning a questioning groan from Shining.

"Sure Futaslut," said Spike, "Fizzle, I'll do your idea after, for now crush her balls while she crushes his."

"W-what?" asked Fluttershy, "But don't you need me to be in tact to..."

"We fixed my cock after you bit the fucker off, we can fix your cock and balls too," said Spike, "I'll bone the widower faggot's ass.."

Spike sidled up behind Shining, laying on his own side behind him, and jerking his tail roughly out of the way. He pushed a leg and arm over the stallion to hold him as his shaft took aim, and licked the side of his face slowly, "Ready to pleasure the cock of the dragon that murdered your stupid cunt of a wife and your little stunted cum bucket of a daughter?" As he spoke, he pulled Skyla over with his magic, laying her so that her father had to stare into her dead face. "Here, look into the eyes of the child that you let die, some father you are."

"You fucking asshole! Y-you don't talk about them like that!" Shining screamed.

Shining thrashed and tried to kick behind him at Spike, only to be held tightly in place with the dragon's magic. Spike then pushed his cock tips into Shining, stretching out his unwilling ass, easily shoving his way into the pre-lubed behind. He then pulled Shining's upper hind leg back, giving Fluttershy access to his balls.

Fizzle pushed Fluttershy forward, the pegaslut almost tripping on Shining's semi-hard shaft before slowly moving her hooves to his balls. She took a deep breath, then jerked as she felt Fizzle's claws slide around her balls to grip them loosely. She clenched her teeth, preparing herself, then pushed both hooves down against the stallion's ballsack. Shining cried out surely enough as the hooves bore down on his grapes, the pain so intense that he almost forgot about the pain shooting up through his ass again. As expected, Fluttershy's screams were next as Fizzle tightened his two-clawed grip, smashing her balls together as he squeezed.

Fluttershy slammed herself down hard on Shining, jumping her front hooves upwards and then slamming back down against his testicles, grinding her hooves hard and trying to smash them quickly, perhaps believing it would stop her own torment more quickly as well. She continued to hammer her hooves until she finally felt them give, then continued several more times as they popped into balls of blood and cream before flattening under the pressure of her hooves. The sound from Shining was completely dreamy as his stallionhood was rendered useless, not that he'd be needing it ever again.

Fizzle's fingers were tinted red just from the strain of his squeezing, grinding her balls together and doing his very best to pop them. He sank his claws into the twin orbs, sinking them deep and squeezing harder as blood slid between his fingers. It was especially bizarre since she wasn't drugged, but somehow this was giving Fluttershy a raging boner. It wouldn't keep that way for long, however, as Fizzle finally managed to pop the pegaballs as well, flesh and juice squeezing between his fingers as they finally gave. Fluttershy let out a wail that joined with Shining in a painful chorus.

Spike continued drilling Shining's ass, gripping the stallion about the hips as he crammed stallion hole, and looking over him at the other events, licking his lips. Seeing Fluttershy go pop, he used his magic to grasp her shaft while it was still hard. Pinching it off at the base, he spun it around and around, tearing flesh more and more until he pulled it free of her body. Keeping it tightly pinched and the blood still inside, he moved Fluttershy's cock to shove between her own cunt lips, raping her violently with her own cock. It was then that he blew another load of his own, filling up Shining's intestines with a huge load of dragon spunk, swelling them until they ballooned inside him and burst open, cum then seeping around the rest of his organs as his belly swelled.

"Oh fuck that was a big one," Spike yanked his cock out of Shining, "One more thing before we put down Shining. I think I have a bit too much help now that I'm a bit more powerful. I think we should get rid of someone. Let's have a vote, who do we kill? The dracofag or the futaslut?"

"Um... her!" Fizzle was quick enough to vote.

"Me!" Fluttershy's vote shouldn't have been a surprise, "I deserve to die in agony! Tear me apart, yes, YES.. fuck me with my own cock while I die!"

Zecora tilted her head, but voted, "If this is the path we start, I could certainly use more dragon parts."

"Shining?" asked Spike, "Vote or I won't kill you yet."

"The dragon!" Shining barely got out as he wept pitifully. Perhaps he thought Fluttershy was more of a victim.

"Damnit, now I have to break the tie anyway," said Spike, "Maybe I should just kill both of them."

"Oh yes!" interjected Fluttershy, "That would be so h-" She was cut off as Fizzle grabbed her muzzle in his bloody claw and clenched it shut.

"Dragons and mares that are damaged and submissive as us are hard to find, you should keep both of us? You can always find random victims to chop up." Fizzle sounded hopeful.

"Oh fine," Spike rolled his eyes, "But don't think you're not both in for some real torment working for me. Don't think I won't master a resurrection spell eventually."

Spike stuffed Fluttershy's cock base first into her muzzle before letting it go, the blood that had been swelling it to near bursting spraying out into her muzzle. She attempted to guzzle it, though most of it ran down her face before her flacid cock fell to the floor.

He was then free to grab hold of Shining Armor, whose entire body glowed brightly as he was lifted up off the floor. Spike carefully gripped every part of Shining, concentrating hard on the task at hand as his horn glowed brightly. He groaned out with the strain as he began to manipulate the magical force.

"Let's leave you just like your sister," grinned Spike.

The first thing to go was Shining's cock, in much the same way as Fluttershy's had gone, but it didn't stop there. One at a time his limbs twisted around in one direction, letting the bones splinter and crack before breaking into shards and separating the limb from his body. It wasn't nearly as neat of a job as he had done with Twilight, and the bleeding was quite a lot worse, but Spike wasn't dragging this one out. He was in a hurry to start planning his next event after all. Shining's wails quickly turned to gurgles as his body convulsed, his limbs dropping to the ground one at a time.

Spike used his magic to then harvest what he knew Zecora would want. Shining's hooves were twisted off and tossed over to Zecora, then his mane and tail ripped out by the root. Spike even dug into Shining's skull and tore his horn out by the roots, placing them all in a neat little pile for Zecora.

Spike then twisted Shining's entire body from head to plot, turning him like a corkscrew. He let out one final moan as his spine and organs were crushed tightly together, his skin stretching from the strain as he was twisted further and further. He was actually still alive when his body finally snapped in two, as he let out one final yelp before going silient. Blood and organs splattered onto the floor and even smacked against Fizzle and Fluttershy as the stallion literally exploded into a spray of guts.

"Reckon he's still fuckable?" Fizzle asked once everything was still, walking over and poking at what was left of Shining's flank. There was a dragon with the right priorities.

Spike ignored the question, instead going over to Zecora's table where she was carefully gathering up the final parts she wanted from each corpse. He motioned towards her parchment, so she hooved him over a sheet. He grabbed one of her quills in his magic, filling it with blood and spunk to write on the letter.

"If you send her a letter, dear," warned Zecora, "She'll be able to trace you here."

"Leave her the heads of all our victims here, including the new ones," said Spike, "We can always get them back from where-ever they are buried." Spike knew pony culture and such tragedy would get them buried at a monument; he wasn't worried about them getting cremated before he retrieved them. It was worth leaving them the gift anyway. "I want Twilight's head on top, I'm gonna leave a fresh load of cum on her face."

"Dear Princess Celestia," Spike wrote on the parchment as the heads were rearranged on the bloody floor, "I've learned a valuable lesson about how incredibly hot it is to literally rape the life out of a pony and fuck their corpse. It all started when..." Spike carefully summarized his deeds as succinctly as possible, though it still took several pages and he left out any data about his transformation that might give her ideas. "And that is why I am coming for you and your sister next. I can't wait to rape those uptight royal cunts with my throbbing fuck spire, to force you to admit that I am the only god in Equestria, before I tear your fucking souls out in full view of your subjects and then fuck your bloody cum-filled corpses for good measure." He finished up, "Your ruler and god of fuck, Spike T Dragon."

He rolled up the letter, and in a puff of green flame, sent it to Princess Celestia.

All Day And All Night

Adding Cadance's powers and energies was much less invasive than the initial change had been, though it was almost as painful. Not because it had to be painful, but because Spike had insisted on experiencing agony again at his three friends' mercy. He might not have another chance to do that again safely for a long time after all, he'd want to avoid things that made him look weak once he was in charge.

Twilight and Cadance together were enough to put his power above that of either Celestia or Luna, but with the alicorn amulet magnifying the already incredible energy, he felt like he could burn down the world if he needed to. His growth seemed to finally stop when he was about Celestia's size, when he was on all fours at least, which he was completely happy with. There was no point in being too big to go into buildings after all, though he did have to walk on all fours while inside Zecora's hut.

What's more, his libido seemed to have gotten a boost, perhaps the alicorn amulet was magnifying that as well, given how evil his libido was. His default condition was two rock hard cocks swinging beneath him, and nothing seemed to sate him, no matter how many times he fucked his three companions and the pile of corpses. He actually had to use magic to get his shafts to stay within his slit, since he didn't want them swinging about in the heat of battle, not until his opponents were down at least.

The combination of energy and amulet caused him to be able to learn things very quickly. They went through a stack of books on advanced combat magic, defense magic, healing magic, and even necromancy. He even went through Zecora's notes when she wasn't around, quickly picking up her techniques and reaching a point where he was probably better than her.

And what were Celestia and Luna do against him? If what he knew of them held, the most they could do was shoot beams as hard as they could.

The night of their planned assault, Spike and friends left Zecora's cottage together. Spike pulled a small cart through the air, using his pegasai magic to keep it upright. It contained the minimal supplies that Zecora would require to harvest alicorn parts. She had offered to make Spike a saddle, but he had refused. He couldn't arrive to his triumph looking like a giant pack animal. Besides, the trio seemed to enjoy it more riding him bareback..

They didn't even have to get close to Canterlot to know that something was different. The grand city on a cliff side was always ablaze with light during the night time, but now it was nearly completely dark. Even the watch towers, which Spike would have definitely imagined would be there, were completely dark. Spike had expected lights ablaze, a huge dome shield, guards everywhere. It looked completely undefended.

As they neared it, they easily began to see a pattern to the few lights that were on. There was a path of torch light leading all the way from the entrance of the city, though the dark streets, and towards the palace. Spike landed just outside of the city, allowing Fizzle and Zecora to slide off his back, the later attaching herself to the cart instead. The four wicked friends looked into the city.

"Either it's been evacuated, or everyone has been told to stay inside with the lights off," Spike said, "They're expecting me, but why no defenses? I expected to have to land way outside the city due to... I don't know, cannons or something."

"They most certainly have a plan," said Zecora, "We seem to have a trap at hand."

"Be careful master...", Fizzle said.

"It doesn't matter what trap they have, they're not gonna stop me," said Spike.

"Do not let your ego get in the way," said Zecora, "Lest we all have to pay." Not that she cared what happened to Spike, but she really wanted Celestia and Luna's brains. Mmm brains.

"Fuck this," said Spike, "I'm going to prance right into the city, right down their path, and right up to the palace doors. Let's see them stop me," Pause, "Fluttershy, you're with me. You two others stay back... for safety or.. something."

"M-me?" asked Fluttershy quietly, looking towards Spike's voice, "But.. why me?"

"I'm gonna use you as a shield," said Spike, "I want to see if they'll be willing to hurt you to hurt me."

"Oh... think I'll be killed?" Fluttershy asked hopefully.

"If they have any sense you will be," said Spike.

"Oh goodie," said Fluttershy, hugging herself against Spike's back to keep steady.

Spike walked up the path just as he said he would, unafraid of whatever they had planned for him. He walked on all fours, strutting as he went along, hips and tail swinging opposite one another as he walked. He grinned widely, looking about as he went along.

The city wasn't completely abandoned. In fact he caught a few terrified faces peaking out at him from the windows. Once he saw a mother hugging a particularly cute little foal. He marked that house in his mind, perhaps he could visit it later. For now he just gave them a grin and continued on.

Not a single guard or anyone tried to stop him. Whatever Celestia and Luna had planned, it was something that they would do themselves, the idiots were probably protecting the other ponies by not allowing them to fight Spike as well. It didn't matter; soon they would all be his play-things.

When he got to the palace itself, the front doors were wide open. No guards were at the door, and none inside so far as he could tell. All that was there was a single sign put up in the middle of the gate. It said "We are in the throne room monster.".

"Aw, they know how to make a guy feel welcome," Spike chuckled as he pushed the sign aside and went into the palace.

He moved up the stares, through the grand hall, and right for the double castle doors. He paused here, pondering himself what the best dramatic entry would be. His options were limited carrying a blind pegasus, but at least the doors were tall enough for him to walk through properly. He grasped Fluttershy in both claws, holding her in front of him, and kicked the doors open.

Inside were only two individuals. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Their faces stern and serious, they glared towards Spike without flinching.

"So," asked Spike, "No cannons, magic blasting guns... an army of soldiers. I sort of expected to have a pretty high body count by the time I got to you."

"Your body count has gone as far as it will," said Celestia, before getting a good look at Spike's little toy, "Oh Faust, is that Fluttershy?"

"How could you sink to this, Spike?" asked Luna, "Using a blind innocent as a shield? Perhaps you're not as confident as you seem."

"Hi Princess," said Fluttershy, even her quite voice audible in the silent castle, "Um, go ahead and shoot him through me, please."

Spike chuckled, "What? I just wanted to see how good your aim was." He paused, licking his lips, "Mmmm, oh my Me I can't wait to get my dicks in you two."

"That will not be happening," said Celestia, "Nor does it matter that you are using an innocent as a shield."

A half-dozen jewel sized objects floated up around them, and Spike didn't take long to realize what they were. The Elements of Harmony had been pried from their jewel sockets and now orbited slowly around the two sisters as they stood up from their thrones, each making a figure eight motion about one then the other.

"The Elements?" Spike was confused, "You're not even attuned to those any more."

"The... elimination of most of the bearers left them able to be re-bond," said Celestia, "No power you have gained will save you now."

For a moment, Spike actually did feel a bit concerned, even instinctively taking one step back with his right foot, but then her froze in place. Already they were powering up, energy gathering rapidly into a ball in front of the Princesses. Spike couldn't rush them in time, and knew from experience that he wasn't out-running that rainbow.

But perhaps he wouldn't have to.

Spike didn't raise a shield or make any attempt to defend himself. Instead, he drew the majority of his power inward, tucking it away as he completely powered down, even shrinking a few inches from the draw back. He even dropped Fluttershy. Instead, he pushed only part of his energy to the front, the energy that came from Twilight. He formed an arch of her magic force in front of him. It wasn't even a shield, it was just enough that he would register as Twilight.

The rainbow traveled inches over Fluttershy's head, pushing her hard against the floor, then slammed into Spike full on. The whole throne room was a glow with energy, rainbow's dancing around Spike's form. As energy tore through him, he strained to keep himself from defending himself, only keeping Twilight's energy at the surface.

When the energy dissipated, Celestia and Luna immediate lost their smug look of victory. There stood Spike, seemingly unaffected by the blast.

"But.. how?!" Celestia blurted out.

"How did you do this!" Luna shouted, "Explain!"

Spike laughed so hard that he had to take a moment to get his breath back. When he finally was able to speak again, he began to slowly walk towards his two hapless victims.

"Because," Spike said, "I remembered that when Sunset Shimmer used the Element of Magic on Twilight, it didn't work because Twilight's energy was in tune with the element. All I had to do was put the life force I gained through Twilight's remains forward while hiding the rest, and it flowed harmlessly through me, just as it did before."

The Elements glowed even brighter, and another wave of energy flew towards Spike. He relaxed even as he walked, letting the energy flow through him as before, chuckling. As he relaxed, his shafts pushed out of his slit and began to harden rapidly. He didn't bother trying to stop them, and they were throbbing hard within seconds.

"That actually tickled," said Spike, standing in front of the two now, "What a disappointment. Though we still have the rape and torment to look forward to, so that's something."

Celestia opened her maw, just letting it hang open for a moment. Instead of speaking, she simply lowered her head to the floor, tears beginning to trickle down her face. Spike could only imagine how she felt. Luna took a deep breath and closed her eyes. They knew they were beaten, and that it was time for a gruesome, humiliating death, how adorable.

Spike wasted no more words on them. Charging up again rapidly, his energy shot out in a wave of agony over the princesses. The throne room was filled with the sound of their screams, echoing through the palace. Both princesses collapsed helplessly to the floor, writhing as they attempted to stand again.

Spike scattered the useless Elements. Perhaps he could use them to adorn his crown later. He then magically grasped both Celestia and Luna firmly by the head as well, starting to drag them across the floor. He wanted to do this outdoors, right in the face of public. He had finally reached the point where he could do anything he wanted, anywhere he wanted, and no one could ever do more than watch helplessly.

"Come Fluttershy," said Spike, "If you're good I'll let you help rape these sluts too."

"Oh really? I can help kill them too?" asked Fluttershy, following the sound of Spike's voice and the dragging noise made by Celestia and Luna's limp bodies. She quickly added after catching herself, "Oh um, but I'm very sorry to be doing this, your Highnesses, please don't be mad at me."

"Kill them?" smirked Spike, "No, I think I'm going to one up myself today."

Spike found Fizzle and Zecora out in the square, not far beyond the palace walls. They were both visibly relieved to see him dragging the helpless goddesses behind him.

"Told you I'd be okay," said Spike, tossing the elements onto the pavement, then tossing the princesses right after them.

The princesses thumped against the pavement like giant sand bags, and Spike left them there for a moment, not even minding when Fluttershy started to sniff her way over towards them. Instead he turned his head upwards towards the eastern sky, raising both his arms up as he concentrated. It took him a few moments, but a somewhat unsteady sun peaked over the horizon, lighting the city.

"Today is coming early," said Spike, "I want to do this in broad daylight."

"The moon one is pretty," Fizzle interjected out of nowhere, "I really hope you let me..."

"Fuck her up the ass, I know by now," said Spike, "You're not exactly hard to figure out." He looked over at the two princesses, sprawled out onto their sides, "Fine then, lets warm them up. Fizzle, help Fluttershy with Luna. I get Celestia all to myself for now."

"You'll never get away with this," moaned Celestia, spouting typical hero garbage.

Spike didn't even bother answering her, because they both knew it wasn't true. He was going to get away with everything he dreamed and more. Rather than pay attention to what she said, he grabbed hold of her tail with one claw and yanked it upwards. She grunted as he did, pulling her bottom upwards as he shoved her head down with his other fist, slamming it hard against the pavement and putting her into a nicely rape-able position. He then slowly ran his hands over that sunny plot. It felt good to use his hands rather than his magic, it was so much more personal.

"I've always thought you had a great ass, you know," said Spike, "Never thought I'd be plowing it in full view of anyone and everyone."

Luna was a bit more resistant, though she couldn't be usefully resistant with the blast Spike had given them. She struggled as first Fluttershy crawled up onto her plot and started sniffing around, then nosed her way between Luna's legs and started to slowly lick at her slit, just enjoying her taste at first. Fizzle was a bit more to the point, draping Luna's tail out of the way as he scooted up behind her as she lay on her side, sliding his hips towards where those sexy cutie marks framed her behind.

"Oh you taste nice, your Highness," said Fluttershy, "And you're tight too. I guess you don't do a lot of this, huh. Sorry but I'm not gonna go easy on you, it sorta feels a lot better when I don't."

"Why are you... helping him..." Luna moaned.

"Don't know about her," said Fizzle, "But I know why I'm helping." He squeezed his tips together and pushed them against her tail hole.

There were a few watchers already. The screams and magic had brought the attention of several of the castle guards, most of whom were watching from a distance, trying to get the nerve to come close enough to confront Spike. One of them finally got either brave or stupid enough, and moved forward to within about ten feet of where Spike was about to plow the former ruler of Equestria.

"S-stop right there... criminal sc-!" the guard stammered.

Snap.

Spike casually snapped his fingers, and the guard literally swelled up with magical energy and burst, sending a wave of blood and gore in a large circle around where he was standing. Even his bones splintered apart from the blast and scattered themselves about, leaving no part of him larger than a marble. A shower of blood, flesh, and bone rained down on them, giving Spike and Celestia a nice red sheen along one side as they were closest, but just about everyone felt something.

It wasn't nearly as pleasurable as it would have been to ream his ass and kill him slowly, but Spike knew he needed to make an example of how powerful he was up front. Spike gave a look around at the other guards, toothy grin adorning his face.

"Anyone else?" Spike asked, "Good. The rest of you work for me now. It's even better than a promotion!"

Several guards seemed stuck to the ground in shock, but several others turned and ran off with some speed. Spike let them, they would surely go tell their fellows of what happened.

"Now where was I?" Spike rubbed Celestia's bottom with both claws, dragging them across her plump plot, then finally pulled himself into position, pulling her back against him. He groaned as his dual fuck spires sank into her. His lower sank into her tight underused slit, pushing open her labia and stretching it tightly as he pushed in until his shaft hit her cervix. His upper sank into her ass, pushing her virgin ring open and sinking deeply, making her gasp at the sudden pressure.

Spike's new shafts were seemingly made for pain, covered in ridges and jagged barbs. As he pulled back from the first thrust, Celestia could feel the dozens of jagged barbs dragging back along her sensitive inner cunt. The shaft was so solid from Spike's arousal that it felt more like a concrete dildo inside her than a real cock. Celestia began to cry, her cunt convulsing in pain, which only made Spike all the harder.

Luna was coping only marginally better, she wasn't completely broken down into sobs yet at least. She kicked weakly, her legs bucking slowly on either side of Fluttershy's eager hips as her blunt tip forced its way into the moon princess's tightly clenched rape hole. Fluttershy's hips were a buzz, shoving ball deep on the first thrust and then slamming belly to belly with the princess over and over, arching her spine in pleasure.

"Oh please keep struggling your Highness," said Fluttershy, "I really, really like the feel of you writhing. And you're soooo waaarm, I think your pussy is hotter than a normal one. Is it because you're sort of a goddess? Oh sorry, you probably don't want to answer any questions right now huh."

Fizzle was having an equally good time in Luna's scrumptious behind, dual cocks smashed together within her, thrusting hard and bouncing Luna's hips back and forth with Fluttershy. He rolled his eyes back and drooled out one corner of his muzzle, unable to speak enough to taunt with the unusual warmth of the goddess's tight virgin ass.

Spike noticed how hot Celestia's cunt was as well, it might have even been a bit uncomfortable if not for him being a dragon. He slammed his hips again, breaking through her cervix and invading her seething hot womb, never before touched after a thousand years of being a dried up prune of a cunt. Finally Spike felt his belly slam hard against her behind, groaning hotly at how deeply he had gone. He allowed magic to pour down through his body, his cocks lengthening within her, one pushing at the back of her womb as the other started to wind its way up through her intestines.

"Oh fuck yeah," Spike groaned, "You ARE warm, Princess Cocksleeve." He panted, looking towards two of the guards looking on helplessly, "You two. One in Celestia's mouth and one in Luna's." He preemptively added before they might refuse, "NOW."

Both having seen what he did to the first guard that defied him, the two guards, one a pegasus and the other a bat pony, and neither of them could hide that their shafts were standing at attention despite their misgivings. They slowly walked into the scene, hesitantly approaching their princesses. Each opted for their own princess, the white pegasus approaching Celestia as the bat-wing approached Luna.

The bat wing went first, seeming less hesitant than his friend. They always were a bit darker. He very gently lifted Luna's head with his front hooves, sitting onto his haunches and guiding it to his shaft. Luna refused and closed her muzzle tightly, at least until Spike aided them with a bit of magic to pry her muzzle open. The bat guard took a deep breath before pushing his shaft between her lips, clenching his body up as if expecting to be bit, but lucky for him Spike's magic was very effective. After a few seconds, he actually started to relax, working into a smooth motion and even pushing his tip into her throat until his belly smacked his former ruler's nose.

Fizzle surprised the guard when he reached up to pull the guard's head down, moving his lips to the stallion's and going for a deep kiss. They kissed deeply and eagerly, and Fizzle's pounding into Luna's ass grew in speed as he rapidly sped towards his first orgasm. He dug his claws in against her sides and drags over her cutie mark to leave bleeding gashes, then reached his claws over to her belly. He dug his claw into her clit even as her pussy was stuffed, and pinched it off with his razor claws, causing Luna to scream anew, finally breaking down into sobs as well.

Fluttershy groaned as well, and seemed to be the hair trigger of the bunch as she went off first. Feeling the convulsions of Luna's cunt as her clit was pinched off, Fluttershy doubled her motions, going out of sync with Fizzle and just plowing her as quickly as she could. Her cock convulsed right back and hosed down Luna's insides with warm spunk, stuffing it deeply into her womb until her belly swelled slightly. Even then Fluttershy didn't stop thrusting, or even slow down. Luna's cunt was just too good.

"Oh wow you're really, really nice inside your Majesty, thank you sooo much for letting me rape your juicy cum hole," said Fluttershy, "Oh and you're really crying hard now, I... this is so hot... I feel like I need to cum again already! Sorry if you've swore off being came in or something."

The other soldier wasn't nearly so enthusiastic about Celestia, murmuring a more sincere apology before very gently pushing his shaft into her muzzle. He began thrusting shallowly, just pushing the bare tip into her muzzle, at least until Spike grabbed his ass with one claw and yanked him closer, forcing his cock into Celestia until she started choking on it. The guard moaned out suddenly, then looked as if he was embarrassed for having done so. When Spike leaned over to kiss him as Fizzle was the other, the guard looked disgusted, but awkwardly returned the kiss for fear of his life.

Spike continued to tear into Celestia's holes. His shaft inside her cunt punched at the back of her womb, not going through it, but swelling thicker and thicker, ravaging the walls of her cunt, literally tearing tiny gashes through her inner flesh with his barbs as he pounded her. His cock that invaded her ass, though, was growing to tentacle lengths even as he continued to thrust it, winding through her intestinal track the long way instead of bursting through as he might normally do. Pushing the gooey contents up through her to make way, Celestia looked like she was about to vomit, and not just from the shaft swelling out her throat.

Zecora was present as well, though as was her habit she wasn't becoming too directly involved yet, simply choosing to sit on her haunches a few feet away and rub at her own cunt furiously with both fore hooves, waiting patiently for there to be a corpse or two or three she could take apart.

Egged on by Fluttershy's enthusiasm, the bat guard tried his maw at a bit of dirty talk himself, "Y-yeah that's right-- Princess.. Cock Whore, I'm gonna cum like a geyser into that loud face hole of yours." One of her own 'loyal guards' getting into it so quickly causing Luna to sob around his shaft more, gagging violently and causing his eyes to roll back even as he continued to make out with Fizzle between his words.

Fizzle was the next to loose himself inside his hole of choice. His hips became as erratic as Fluttershy's as he roared out freely, cramming his double shaft deep before firing off a fountain of seed into Luna's clenched asshole. He continued to thrust violently, though unlike Fluttershy he gradually began to slow down with each motion, "Oh wow, this day is starting out awesome, thank you Master."

Within minutes, Fluttershy was already pounding another blast of seed into Luna's cunt, her whole body shaking with sensitivity as she forced her cock to keep thrusting through yet another load. Even then she only gradually slowed down her motions, still completely enthralled by the feel of sopping wet cunt around her futa shaft.

The day guard pretended to be a bit more enthusiastic at the kissing when Spike growled and snapped at him, his eyes wide and body shaking in terror even as he fucked Celestia's throat hard with his throbbing shaft. Celestia was writhing as well between them, her own eyes wide as she realized how deep Spike was getting inside of her.

Celestia gagged hard as Spike's anal intruder, more a tentacle with a cock on the end at this point, shoved its way up through her stomach and pushed up through her esophagus. WIth nowhere else left for the contents to go, she suddenly vomited a fountain of fecal goo and half-digested hay, blasting around the soldier's cock in the process, even spray violently from her nostrils. The guard attempted to pull back only to have Spike's anal tentacle grab his cock and yank it back into her, wrapping tightly around it.

Spike himself was at the edge of his climax, and finally allowed himself to flow over. Celestia's cunt, ovaries, and womb were pumped full of cum until they were stretched out like balloons, her belly expanding until she looked pregnant, wobbling about as the cum was packed inside of her and swished around as Spike continued to stir her insides with his shaft. His other shaft blasted a violent hosing of cum right out of Celestia's muzzle, her vomit replaced by dragon cum that bursts out of her muzzle and coated the guard that was throat fucking her from the hips down in a sheen of white and red.

"You got five minutes ... to cum... before I kill you," Spike told the guard.

The guard visibly held back his own vomit, but nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he pummeled the warm cum-filled hole and tried to imagine it was somewhat less gross than it had been for him. Spike left him be for a moment, looking over to the other four.

The night guard was just blasting his load into Luna's swollen neck, groaning out as he did so, whole body broken out in a sweat that already had matted his fur. "Yeah you fucking sluuuut! Take that fuck juice!" The guard really was doing extra credit for them, Spike started wondering if he should be the captain of his new guard as quickly as he took to the fucked up situation. Once he had creamed, he slowly withdrew his shaft, panting with wide eyes and looking over to Spike.

Spike grunted at the pathetic day guard that hadn't gotten off yet, grabbing him by his throat and pushing him aside. She guard fell to the ground and curled up in a fetal position, whole body tensing and clearly expecting to be blasted. What a wimp, but Spike didn't want to do him yet.

"All right," Spike panted, pulling himself out of Celestia with a loooong slurp and his shafts returning to their normal size, "You and you," he pointed at the day and night guard that had joined them, "Spitroast Fizzle, that faggot dragon over there."

Spike walked over, grabbing Fluttershy by the scruff of her neck, then literally tossing her to land atop Celestia, "Have another royal cunt. And you two." Spike pointed to two earth pony guards that were getting very close and were rock hard. They were probably hoping to participate, "Take Celestia's ass and muzzle."

The princesses were twitching on the ground at this point, all cried out for the moment, their eyes glazed over with the shock of what was happening to them. Their helplessness, their rage at Spike, the betrayal of their own guards turning as soon as Spike's victory seemed assured, it was all too much for them. Spike intended to make it more still, though, but for now...

Spike walked over towards Luna, rolling her over onto her back so that he could feel her legs weakly kicking about his hips as he raped her. He pushed his cocks against her openings, already deposited cum oozing out from around the penetration as he sank in. His shafts went about the same as they had in Celestia, the one pounding against her cervix door, the other elongating within her intestines.

Fizzle didn't waste any words following Spike's wishes, grinning widely at the two muscular stallions and stretching out on the ground between them, laying in a puddle of slime and blood. On his back, he raised up his rump towards the solar guard, then lolled his tongue out at the night guard, offering it to him.

The solar guard, clearly very straight, looked like he was going to be sick again, but took a deep breath and approached. He took Fizzle's hips in his front legs, holding them tightly as he carefully aimed himself to Fizzle's behind. Fizzle wasn't hard to sink into, slut that he was, his anus expanding to accommodate then contracting hard to squeeze the semi-hard shaft once inside. The bat guard was less hesitant again, moving to mount at Fizzle's head, immediately thrusting belly deep, swelling out Fizzles neck and making the dragon pleasantly gag on it. He rolled his eyes back and started to thrust.

Spike gave them a few minutes, but then they were surprised as his horn lit up and a pair of swords floated their way. Spike carefully place on hilt into each of the guards' muzzles, who both looked completely confused, but continued bouncing Fizzle back and forth. Spike motioned to Fizzle, who wasn't watching, his eyes closed and enjoying it like a good faggot. Spike then drew a claw across his own neck, then mouthing 'kill the dragon' in their direction.

The day guard was so agasp at this that he ceased his thrusting, freezing up with the sword in his muzzle. He had never had to kill anyone before, clearly. A guard that didn't enjoy killing? How useless. Spike motioned to the night guard, and pointed at his comrade the day guard. The bat wing nodded and seemed to understand.

Fizzle didn't get a clue until the thrusting into his ass ceased, at which time he opened his eyes just in time to see a sword bearing down on him. Spike's magic aiding the cutting tool, the bat wing slashed across Fizzle's throat, pulling the scales apart and leaving a gaping gash almost half way through his neck. Fizzle's scream sent shivers through the guard's shaft, and he rolled his eyes back as he stabbed Fizzle in the chest, dragging it down to his cock in another smooth motion. Before the day guard could react, the bat wing pulled the sword back up, gashing through his comrade's belly and up to his chest, then finishing with a matching slice across the pansy pegasus guard's neck.

Both immediately convulsed as their breathing was cut off and they felt themselves choking to death on their own blood. Fizzle was so taken by surprise that he didn't even think to bite the guard as he continued to pummel into his throat, going so deep that his cock poked it's bloody tip out of the gash in Fizzle's neck. The night guard grabbed the dieing guard's head as he fell over, yanking him hard, and shoving the exposed cock into his muzzle. Soon he was getting two blow jobs at once, thrusting his shaft so far back that the other guard even gagged on it, or would have if he weren't already gagging on his own blood.

By the time the night guard came, the two beneath him were very dead. His cum shot right through Fizzle and bathed the other guard's muzzle and face in a thick layer of stallion seed, then he pulled his bloody shaft back, looking stunned at what he just did. As he stood there, dumbfounded at himself and dropping his sword to the ground, Zecora casually pushed the day guard aside and dragged Fizzle towards her tools, leaving a bloody trail behind as she prepared to harvest some dragon parts.

Meanwhile Celestia was getting pummeled from three ends as well. Fluttershy slipped beneath her this time, immediately looking like she sort of regretted that choice when Celestia slumped her full weight downward, but that didn't keep her from initiating the rape. In fact it made it all the easier to push her horse cock deeply into Celestia, their bodies pushing together as she penetrated, blood drooling down her balls as she did.

"Thank you for letting me rape you before you die, your Majesty," said Fluttershy, "I guess Master Spike left you really torn up inside, it's really nice that you can't enjoy this. Um, hope you don't mind me saying that."

The guard at Celestia's rump helped Fluttershy slightly as he lifted the bottom up to get to it. He didn't hesitate at the chance to bone the sun goddess' behind, and pushed his cock hard into her already over-used ass, which clenched tightly at the new invader. He began pumping hard into her, his balls swinging and slapping against Fluttershy's balls as he continued.

"How you like that cock up your ass?" the guard spoke into Celestia's ear, nipping at it, "You have no idea how many times I fantasized plowing your plot, now I'm gonna cum in you and then jack off as they snuff your life out."

Celestia sobbed hard, choking on the other guard's shaft immediately as he shoved himself ball deep into her throat. He immediately began to hammer his hips, rolling his eyes back and groaning at the hot throat as it massaged and milked his disloyal rape stick. More tears streamed down her face as she was violently used by one she considered a friend and two more that had sworn loyalty to her, completely enjoying her as soon as they could get away with it.

Fluttershy wasn't quite so fast this time, probably because of this being her third go, so she lasted almost as long as the guards. By the time Fizzle was getting dragged off, she was ready to blast another thick load. She squealed wildly as her cum filled the bleeding tunnel, fresh spunk burning against Celestia's inner walls, each fresh wave seeming to make her jerk again. Fluttershy banged her hips for a full minute of cumming before she finally finished packing it in.

The guard in her ass groaned out next, pumping cleaned out intestines full of his seed, continuing as her body swelled up a bit more. His orgasm didn't last as long as the insatiable Fluttershy, but still blew quite a load up into his former ruler's rear rape port. He continued to thrust slowly after he was done, just enjoying the warm convulsions of her body over his own.

The guard at her muzzle cried out her name loudly, then looked embarrassed that he did so in front of the gathering crowd. All the same, he blasted her throat with thick layers of cum, pumping two thrusts into her throat, then pulling it out and spraying the rest into her eyes, holding her head still so she couldn't avoid the seed burning into her eyeballs. Celestia tried to speak again, but all that came out was the sound of gargling cum.

Spike wasn't idle during all this either, giving Luna much the same treatment as he had Celestia. He pounded himself in through her rear, each cock stretching out their hole of choice. The one in her cunt pushed past her cervix, slamming into her womb and beating against the bad side. Spike's barbs shredded her insides as well, leaving bleeding gashes as he thrusts and stretching her until both her cervix and cunt ripped, pouring blood down his length and puddling beneath him.

Not wanting a hole to be empty, he also whipped about his tail, extending it and shoving it into her muzzle to thrust deep in her throat. He grinned as this gave him an idea. He extended his other shaft deeply into her ass, winding up through her intestines, into her stomach where her acid tickled at his flesh, and up through her esophagus. She vomited a fountain of cum, blood, and liquified shit that splattered across the pavement as it sprayed out from around the tail in her throat and out her mouth and nose.

Then however, his tail wrapped about the tip of his tentacle shaft, melding together into one length and sawing back and forth through Luna's entire body like thick dental floss. Her body convulsed and contracted around him, her belly and chest both swelling at the extra thickness. He extended barbs that turned about with each thrust, making sure they always pushed their jagged edge through her system no matter which direction they were moving.

Watching the other events as well, he came even harder than he had in Celestia. Her womb ballooned up so fast with the force of his load that it sprang a few weeks, cum spraying out from it and coating her other organs with a thick sheet of spunk. Spike kept thrusting and cumming for several minutes, sperm spraying out of her cunt so violently that he had to hold her tighter to keep her from blasting off of his shaft.

When he was done, it looked like the others were done as well. Spike pulled himself free from both ends of the moon princess, letting her body thump back to the pavement so she could lay and cry to herself like the used-up failure that she was.

"All right I'm gonna be busy just for a bit. Everyone can do as they want with those useless sluts," said Spike, "Just don't dare kill them yet."

Spike turned from the Princesses as a few other guards approached them. There was even a civilian in a suit that joined in, was that Fancypants? Amusing. Spike let them go about their fun with them as he whipped his tail about and grabbed Fluttershy by one hind leg. Fluttershy had been about to mount up onto Celestia's behind when she was grabbed, her throbbing futa cock throbbing in complaint at being deprived another go.

"Not you Futaslut, you're what I'm busy with," grinned Spike, "You ready? I'm gonna make it hurt bad."

"Oh...," said Fluttershy, her hormone ridden brain taking a while to catch his meaning, "Oh yes, Master Spike, I'm ready. Oh yes please make it hurt really bad, it's what an evil, stupid cum sponge like me deserves."

Spike sat back on the pavement, sprawling with his hands behind his head, taking a deep breath and just relaxing between the two royal cum buckets as they were gangraped by their guards and subjects. He concentrated on a spell again, his cocks lengthening and branching out to a number of tentacles, covered in tiny sharp thorns to ensure they would cause no pleasure. With these he grabbed at Fluttershy, who was picked up high off the ground and dangled above him.

Deciding holding her by all fours was too kind, one tentacle grabbed her by the tail, swinging her freely above him. Her wings flapped instinctively, flailing wildly even as his other limbs zeroed in on their target. Her squeal quickly became a moan as the first tentacle slammed into her hot little pussy behind her large balls, thrusting in so hard that it broke her cervix clean through on the first thrust, tearing it open and curling about in her womb. Her moan quickly became a scream as the thorns became more obvious, her whole body thrashing. Another tentacle slammed into her behind, giving it much the same treatment, a thick cock swelling up her anal ring until it split, then continuing to stuff her intestines deep enough to coil up within them. As for her mouth... well Spike left that free, he wanted to know what she'd say.

"Y-yes!" said Fluttershy, "Yes it hurts so much! That's it! Oh I deserve more, do my cock too... i-if you don't mind sir."

Spike obliged, another tentacle forming into a hose structure, the insides adorned with the same jagged spikes that were being forced up into her cunt and ass. It wrapped around her throbbing stallionhood, dragging over the surface and leaving tiny little gashes along it, and began thrusting violently from belly to tip. Fluttershy groaned out again, her cock actually growing harder at the agonizing treatment.

It was so relaxing, surrounded by the sound of rape. Slick penetrations, groans of the victims and moans of the perpetrators, the onlookers made all the more lustful by Cadance's aura of lust which Spike could now control. Not to mention Fluttershy's strange glee at the idea of dieing, but it was a bit more fun than he thought it'd be. Consensual snuff victims said cute things. It was strange, because Fluttershy had completely broken down into sobs from the agony, yet her shaft was throbbing hard and her cunt was drooling almost as much cunt juice as blood.

One tentacle wrapped about her left wing, tightly gripping it at the base. Fluttershy kicked slightly, but then moaned and tried to turn herself so that he could get a better grip. She probably knew what was coming as Spike suddenly started to twist the wing hard, snapping the wing joint and causing the bones to splinter apart as her flesh ripped like paper, blood raining down on Spike from the wound. As much as he liked this, he sealed the wound as he tossed the wing away, not wanting her to die yet.

"Oh good rip me... limb from lime," Fluttershy blurted between gagging sobs, "I'm.. gonna die... I'm really gonna die!... This is so hot!"

Spike had trouble concentrating, the pleasure pouring in from his three most active tentacles flowing through him, causing him to groan and arch his spine. Still, he managed to grab her other wing, twisting and tearing it off just like the first. Her forelegs were next. He grabbed them both, pulled them tightly together, then twisted them as one unit, straining until the bone finally snapped, leaving her with two splintered nubs of flesh and bone where each front leg once was. Likewise, her hindlegs were grabbed as one unit, stretched out behind her as far as they would go, then twisted together, leaving two splintered thigh bones drooling blood after being mostly sealed off.

All this time, she was continually tentacle fucked, her holes so gashed and bleeding inside, and her labia and pucker not even identifiable as such, they were just gashes in her plot end that poured blood and spunk as it spurted continually from the tips of those tentacles. Even then her body tried to clench and milk the murderous shafts inside of her.

The tentacle sucking on her cock bore down hard, its spikes elongating and stabbing through her still throbbing cock, causing high pressure blood to spray out. She came suddenly and hard at the intense pain, cum spraying out through all the holes in her cock, before the tentacle finally twisted itself to grind the shaft up like a blender. It then slurped over her balls, taking one at a time and giving it the same treatment. A rain of flesh fell, which Spike caught with his magic and moved to his muzzle to enjoy like a cock smoothie.

Fluttershy tried to keep up her dirty talk, but could do nothing but scream as her cock was pulled off. Spike sat up, moving to his haunches, then sliding all his tentacles back to allow Fluttershy to thud on the ground in front of him. She moaned and arched her spine, still alive due to his magic.

"No no don't stop!" Fluttershy begged, "I'm still alive, you have to... keep going... " When she was greeted with silence she screamed louder than he'd ever heard her before, "No no no! I have to die! Don't leave me alive like this! I need to get off again!"

Spike's horn glowed, and began to knit her open wounds back together, even healing her cute little cunt and ass so that he could rip them out again later. Maybe later he'd even grow her limbs and cock back and let her rape someone else, only to tear them back off when she was done. Oh yes, he would have a great deal of fun with her over time.

Leaving her to lie and scream in sexual frustration at being forbidden to die again, Spike instead moved towards Zecora. She was busily extracting Fizzle's brain when she noticed him, and turned towards him. It only took her a moment to notice those predatory eyes looking down on her. She took a step back, her eyes growing large as she looked up at him.

"Y-you do not want to hurt your potions mare," Zecora sounded nervous, "Without me who will help you prepare?"

Spike chuckled, "No Zecora, I think you've increased my IQ enough that I can understand your notes, I can do anything you could do myself."

Zecora had done TOO well with the procedures on Spike. He had really grown to the point that he needed no one, but Zecora was one of the only ones he could think of that might conceivably be able to devise a plan to kill him, and he couldn't have that. Zecora panicked, trying to turn away to run, despite there being nowhere to go.

"No I helped you you can't hurt me I'm the reason you're like this!" Zecora was so scared she forgot to rhyme.

His claw lashed out and grabbed her by the neck, holding her steady as she pulled backward. He snapped his other claw and a potion appeared above it which he caught. Popping the lid, he forced Zecora's muzzle open and poured it in. As he then held her muzzle shut, she had no choice but to swallow.

"I thought a potion would be an ironic way for you to die," said Spike, "So I cooked one up when you were out! I'm really proud of my first mixture."

"What... does the brew... do," Zecora continued to pull her head back, trying to spit up as much of the potion as she could and failing.

"It makes you rot, like a corpse," said Spike, "But you're still alive! Cool right? It's even designed to keep your nerves and vitals in tack so you can last longer!"

Zecora had nothing to say to that, rhyming or otherwise, so Spike twisted his arm and slammed her down onto the concrete facing upward. He loomed over her, forcing her legs apart with his other hand as he lay his body down atop her muscles tensing as his double dragon shafts flopped out onto her belly, wickedly barbed as always.

He glanced back over at the two princesses, making sure that they were having their share of fun too. Sure enough, both of them had been forced to their feet with one stallion laying beneath them and two more at each end, plugging their ruined pussies, asses, and muzzles. Celestia actually had a mare in front, pressing her pussy back against Celestia's muzzle and rubbing hard. They were completely different occupants than started with them, and there were already a few more waiting for their turn, the more that participated, the more felt brave enough to join them. Spike couldn't have done it better himself, though Cadance's aura was obviously helping.

Spike pushed himself into Zecora. He pushed apart her labia and stretched it tightly until it snapped, then slammed his shaft against her womb to plow his way into it. His other cock pushed up into her ass, but he didn't go too deep, as he wanted her to live for as long a time as possible.Instead he enjoyed himself a quickly paced zebra cunt and ass, raping her casually, as if having a bit of a rest time in the action before the final event.

Spike didn't need to plow hard to hurt her besides. The potion began to take effect quickly, her flesh visibly tightening and joints becoming so stiff that it was hard for her to move them at all. Even her pussy started to dry out, though it was kept plenty lubricated with splurts of spunk provided by Spike's shafts. Zecora started to moan, then scream, then squeal, trying to sob between her screams but unable to with her dry eyes.

Spike watched in wicked glee as her body gave up on her, the sight of his her suffering keeping his cocks rock hard within her as they scraped over the dried surfaces, which were already starting to split apart even as he fucked her gently. It was even hotter because he had no reason to kill her. He owed her his victory after all, but the sense of betraying someone's trust was just too good to pass up. He hadn't felt it this strongly since he fucked Twilight.

Finally he couldn't help himself, dragging a single claw down her body, from neck to cunt, easily pulling apart the rotten flesh, which snapped back so that he could see her insides. He watched as his cock poked through the back of her womb, the other sliding through her intestines, and couldn't help but to increase his thrusting to a violent pounding, stirring up her womb and intestines. He managed to hold himself for about half an hour before he came hard, flooding her insides with burning cum, which seeped between her decaying organs, only her most vital systems surviving the decay.

Yanking his cocks free, Spike stood over her proudly. She was too far gone to even scream, but he could see the agony in her eyes, her muzzle gaping open, her entire body exploding with pain. He relaxed, taking a deep breath, and started to piss on her. The stream of hot yellow dragon piss streamed over her body, filling up her muzzle and forming a puddle, draining into her throat. She still was able to breath through holes in her neck and windpipe, not to mention the potion's magic, so the piss didn't do her in yet. He moved down and pissed over her internal organs as well, leaving a shallow puddle of it within her that slowly leaked out through holes in her back, a puddle of piss and blood forming beneath her.

He then turned his behind around to her, raising his tail and relaxing his bowels. He strained, and a flood of wet shit slid out of his ass, splattering over her internal organs and puddling more thickly around them. He continued to lay into her, leaving a pile of turds in her gut cavity. He moved to her head and neck, laying another thick, wet turd directly into her muzzle, then pulled back to allow more mess to splatter over her face. He raised his bottom up, taking another relaxing breath, then walked away, leaving Zecora still agonizing in a pile of his piss and shit. If he mixed his potion correctly, she might still last for several hours, so he left her to it.

Spike was so amused at the repeated rape of the princesses that he let it go on for another half hour before realizing he wasn't going to run out of willing perpetrators any time soon. He finally stood up, walking towards the gang rape and motioning his head at them.

"Move." was the single command that he gave. The guards and civilians took a moment to realize it, but when he followed up with a growl, they were all fast to extract themselves from their respective rape holes and back away from the smelling pile of sex in the middle of the square. Spike gave them an eye just to watch some nearly piss themselves in fear, and some literally piss themselves, then pulled his attention back to Luna and Celestia.

His horn glowed, and he dragged the two sisters together, belly to belly, in the middle of the square. Moving to his haunches at their rears, he slowly moved his claws over their cum covered behinds. Their holes were sopping wet cream pies after probably a dozen cocks or hooves or muzzles having been in each. As he let them anticipate what would happen next, he cleaned out their throats with his magic, healing just enough to allow them to speak again.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Celestia, "Can you at least tell us that?"

Spike chuckled as he brought his shafts up to settle his tips against the princesses from behind, the lower on pressed against Luna's juicy cunt, the upper one against Celestia's. Without answering her, he pushed them both within, pushing the barbed lengths down their long tunnels, easily pushing through their torn cervix and into their cum-filled wombs. He began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of them, enjoying himself calmly at first.

"Do you even have a reason?" asked Luna.

"Because unwilling holes feel great around my cock," said Spike, "Isn't that enough of a reason? My only regret right now is that I'll never get to feel the arousal of murdering someone that really loves and trusts me again."

"I love you..." Fluttershy whispered from nearby.

"Shut up fuckpillow, I'm talking here," Spike snapped back at her.

"Oh, okay I'm sorry."

"Why don't you just kill us already?" asked Celestia.

"Oh? You want me to?" Spike growled, "You're starting to sound like Fluttershy. I tell you what. Worship me as the god of sex and death and I'll allow you to die. Otherwise it's to the fuckpillow factory for you. Don't forget now, it's not just you that you're sparing, it's your sister too."

He slowly increased his thrusting as he spoke to them until he was finally hammering hard into their juicy cunt, blood and cum drooling down his thighs onto the already slick pavement below them. He dragged his claws up Luna's sides and then down Celestia's leaving nasty gashes, enjoying the sight of them oozing blood before sitting back up and just holding their behinds, concentrating on pummeling them.

Any initial response from the two sisters was drowned out by Spike's roar as he came hard, continuing to thrust as he hosed down their insides, then clamping down his magic around their cunts to allow none of his seed to escape. Their wombs swelled up with spunk until they literally exploded inside of them, leaving a layer of dragon sperm about the rest of their organs. Even then, Spike continued to thrust, his cocks elongating within them slowly. Their bodies shook violently, and by the time he was done roaring, they were begging for his mercy.

"Please kill us," Celestia said, "You... " Pause, "The god of sex and death, I worship and praise your name, and am privileged by the chance to die on your mighty... cocks."

Luna joined her, "Yes god of sex and death, please allow us to join your ever growing list of victims. We will praise thee with every breath until we have the honor of our lives being snuffed out by you."

"Oh you flatter me," Spike laughed, "I didn't expect you to give in so soon! Well then, I suppose I'll sort of kill you. Kind of. This is a spell I've been working on for quite a while."

His horn glowed brightly even as he continued to thrust deeper, impaling through their internal organs as he cast. Both their bodies glowed with intense light, then it died down as quickly as it had came. Suddenly the sensitivity of their bodies were magnified intensely, every little pain a torrent of agony, even as they felt Spike's shafts stabbing into their stomachs and pushing up through their esophagi. Yet, it didn't feel like that was all it did. Somehow it felt as if he wasn't done with them.

Spike's cocks solidified to steel like strength inside of them, jamming all the way through and out their mouths, the bloody tips oozing more red down their chins and neck. He disconnected the two from his body, a new pair growing hard in their place, and jammed the back end through the pavement, piking the princesses in front of a crowd of guards and curious, if horrified, civilians.

Both Luna and Celestia were suddenly grabbed by his magic, each of them having all four legs and their wings stretched out tightly. All dozen limbs twisted at the same time, turning first one way then the other, slowly working their way off the princesses body. No effort was made to slow the blood loss, and red poured down their body, dribble down the pikes and splattering onto the ground. He made sure to stick them so that Fluttershy was at the base and the rain of blood, gore, and bone fragments fell onto her. Not sure what was going on, she opened her muzzle and guzzled down what she could.

The really surprising thing however, was what didn't happen. Even drained of blood, bodies convulsing on their giant stakes, the princesses were still alive. Their lungs punctured, more and more difficult to breath, and their hearts ceasing up from lack of blood, but still they only writhed in agony on the spikes. But it was even worse than that. They could still feel every agony that had stuck them since Spike's spell was cast. In fact, they could even still feel pain in their detached limbs, and not just phantom pain, but full fledged intense mind-numbing torment as if their limbs were forever being twisted off.

Celestia gave out one more scream before her last lung popped, "How.. are... we.. alive?! How ... do.. we feel!?" Pop.

Spike grinned, "That's the spell I cast. I didn't just kill you, I've locked your soul inside those hot bodies of yours. You're trapped there, forever, and will feel every pain that occurs from the time of the spell until eternity, forever building up within you. Even when you're rotted to bones, if I let you get that far, you'll still feel everything you feel now plus everything we add to it. Prepare for an eternity of agony."

Spike spent another good hour just watching their bodies writhe and convulse, seeming to never run out of energy. Even their limbs bent and flexed, their wings flapping comedicly on the ground. He allowed any soldiers that still wanted to to have a go at their ass while they were still mostly in tact, and a surprising number wanted to do so, well over two dozen. Spike watched and relished every second of their misery. Life was good.

Spike quickly locked his rule over Equestria and the Crystal Empire, and few wanted to resist after word got out of what he did in Canterlot. There were even photos published by the few sick enough to take such pictures, proving that the terrifying stories were real. Spike eventually even hired Photo Finish to film all his escapades so that they could be circulated.

The few small groups that did resist were crushed, them and their immediate families murdered violently, and usually sexually as well. Sometimes Spike involved himself, other times he just sat back and watched his loyal soldiers rape and pillage.

When it was announced that the immediate families of all soldiers would be exempt from Spike's 'fun', and when he appeared to adhere to this rule, the number of ponies signing up for the guard and reserve sky rocketed. Sometimes several members of a family joined, so that if one died in combat their family wouldn't be without a soldier. Yet there was a limited number of slots, and any soldier that didn't pass training was murdered by either Spike or their commander, so there was always citizens either too scared or too incompetent to have a soldier amongst them. Spike always had a fresh supply of fuck toys.

As for Celestia and Luna, he harvested them just as Zecora would have done, applying their horns, hooves, wings, and everything magical about them to augment his own power. Even their brains were ground up and applied, though this made for some rather awkward procedures having to be done on himself.

The side affect of such procedures was even more brilliant, as it caused Celestia and Luna to be fully conscious of what he was doing. Even as they bathed in their living hell, they got to watch as he raped and murdered ponies, foals, and any other creature that he thought might scream nicely. Meanwhile, their corpses remained in the square, another spell keeping them from rotting so they could still be used. And they were used, as every guard that was promoted past a certain rank was required to 'celebrate', by taking them down and fucking each in the hole of his choice.

As for Fluttershy, she was kept as a pet and forbidden to die, even to the point of using age spells to keep her young. She would be allowed to have limbs and a cock to help Spike with his fun, then deprived of them all again at the end, learning to get off on both her and others pain more and more, yet always begging Spike to kill her. Sometimes he enjoyed making her think he would, bringing her to the brink of death in some torturous way before healing her.

And so Equestria turned from its peace-loving society to a wicked shadow of its former self, where foals were raised to fear Spike for their entire lives, if he didn't get them and cut their lives short. Marriage was made illegal and rape was made legal in its place, because Spike wanted the preferred method of reproduction to be by force. Cities and towns were required to provide 'sacrifices' when Spike visited, ponies that he would brutally murder in the public square. Sometimes he'd get particularly ravenous and do a whole cart full of filly guides or the like.

After a generation or three, society began to take shape into what he wanted it to be as ponies forgot what it was like before.

The End.