Spikey Wikey

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."