Spikey Wikey

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.