Spikey Wikey

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.

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