Spikey Wikey

Spike slept better than he ever had, having sweet dreams of rape and murder, then awaking with a smile on his face and two boners throbbing between his thighs. Once again he took a deep scent of the rot around him, then looked around for Fizzle and Fluttershy.

Fizzle wasn't hard to find. He was laying right next to Spike between Spike and Garble, perking up as soon as he realized that his master was awake, leaning over to lay a kiss on him. Spike allowed it, dancing his tongue with Fizzle's in return before pulling away.

"Want me to take care of your morning wood, sir?" Fizzle asked, looking somewhat hopeful.

"No," yawned Spike, "With any luck we'll have plenty of fun today to sate that. Where's Fluttershy?"

"She's curled up with the kids," Fizzle pointed to the other side of their bed of corpses.

Indeed, Fluttershy was cuddling with the dead foals, both the Cutie Mark Crusaders and the Cake twins, or at least what was left of all the foals. She slept a bit fitfully, jerking and flinching every few moments, and her eyes drooled pus from infection. She had fallen asleep with her shaft spearing through Applebloom, but the potion had worn off by now, so the pegasus was disturbingly cock-less. Likewise, the animals that had been stuffed womb deep into her cunt had plopped out during the night, laying in a moist heap at her behind.

Spike sat up and crawled over to Fluttershy, then grabbed her head and pushed his thumbs into her eyes to feel around. She let out a beautiful scream and was instantly awake, and his thumbs felt boils of infection burst and drool as he felt around in there. He pulled his hands back and hmmphed.

"Maybe I should kill her," said Spike, "Looks like she might just die of infection anyway if I don't soon."

Despite her pain, Fluttershy leaned over and placed her head in Spike's lap as he sat beside her, shaking against him, clearly okay with him finishing her. But she was so much fun... no... not yet. She would have to keep wishing.

"What are we gonna do next sir?" asked Fizzle.

"I want to do something big," said Spike, "I mean murdering the elements is huge, but what if I could do better? Like... a princess or something. I mean I guess Twilight was a princess, but I don't know if she counted. She was like... the discount off-brand princess."

Fizzle nodded, "That sounds hard?"

"And we're almost out of useful potions," said Spike, "But I know someone else that might have more potions. Let's just hope she's still home with all the chaos lately."

Indeed, Spike knew just who to go after next for supplies: Zecora. A zebra shouldn't be hard for two dragons and a blind half-dead pony to overpower, and there was no telling what she had lurking about her tent. Spike knew for a fact that she was far better at potions than Twilight. Perhaps she might even have something more permanent for them to keep Fluttershy as Futashy.

It didn't take long for Spike to plan an attack strategy. They had Fluttershy with them, so they could easily bring her there and fake that they just wanted to get her medical attention. It would be honest enough, since Spike did want her to survive a bit longer, and afterward they could have what fun they wanted with their zebra friend, and hope she had something laying around that could take down a real princess.

The three cleaned up the nearby river, and Spike made some effort to wash out Fluttershy's eyes, but washing her out with dirty river water probably didn't do wonders for the infection aside from wash away most of the goo for now. He and Fizzle had a large meal of rocks, and Spike let Fluttershy gnaw on some grass. He was tempted to make her eat her little rotten animal friends, but he wanted her as strong as she could be.

Spike gathered up anything he thought might be useful. He brought his knives and hacksaw, as well as the last sleeping potion and several paralysis potions. He even thought to bring another futa potion for Fluttershy. He carried the bag himself, while having Fizzle carry a bundle of restraints should they need those.

Fluttershy wasn't made to carry anything lest she slow them down. They could still fly, at least. While she couldn't see, Fluttershy could hover and be tugged along by the others; all she needed to do was flap her wings. Spike was glad he hadn't gotten excited and snapped them the night before.

Even then, she was a bit of a drag, but the place they were going wasn't far. Zecora lived in the same forest as them after all, and Spike had been to her home plenty of times.

They landed a few dozen feet from Zecora's cottage. They slowly made their way to one side of the cottage, placing their supplies behind a few flowing bushes that had grown up next to the cottage. They'd only need those after Fluttershy was dealt with, most likely, and Spike didn't want to look suspicious right off the bat. To that end, they also removed Fluttershy's collar, tossing it with the others.

Spike motioned for Fluttershy to be quite by placing a single claw on her lips, and did the same to Fizzle despite the dragon's ability to see him. Spike the slowly pushed his head up into the window on this side of the cottage, looking inside. Stunned, he sat with his eyes wide open for several moments before Fizzle got curious and peeked over it as well. He had much the same reaction.

Laying on a long bench was an aquamarine colored unicorn that Spike recognized, Lyra Heartstrings. She wasn't just there for a visit though. She was laying on her front, her four legs hanging off the bench. She tried to push herself up, but collapsed immediately, her head swaying dizzily. Clearly she had been drugged. Her eyes were focused on none other than the zebra they were looking for.

Zecora was just now buttering up a hack saw with potion, an act that Spike definitely recognized. Was she about to hack Lyra into pieces? Not that Spike would complain about the view, but he couldn't imagine why she was doing it. Sure there were all those rumors about her experimenting or cooking ponies, but those were just rumors, right?

"Your horn will be the first I take," Zecora was saying, "I will not waste sedative, so you may have a shake."

"Why are you doing this?" asked Lyra, fresh tears on her face.

"Unicorn parts make for good ingredients," Zecora conveniently expositioned, "Pegasai and earth ponies too are expedient. I cannot usually obtain these parts for my gain, for if I am caught, it would all be a shame." She calmly lifted the hacksaw and carried it over towards Lyra, managing to mumble around it, " But now with all the ponies leaving, I can freely take all I am needing. The blame will go to the other thieving."

Spike ducked down and weighed his options. If she was really that much of a freak, maybe he could work out a deal with her. He had a lot of pony parts stashed away in his cave, after all, though who knew how much of it she could use. It was worth a try. Spike sighed at himself; he hoped he didn't make a habit of sparing too many ponies.

"Slight change of plans," said Spike, "Follow me."

Spike almost bounced around the house, grinning widely as he slammed his fist into the door several times. He could only imagine how far that made Zecora jump. She didn't answer, and he knocked again. He rolled his eyes as he knocked a third time.

"I know you're in there Zecora," said Spike, "Look I don't care what you're doing with Lyra, I'm here to talk business."

There was the sound of hooves approaching the door, then noticeable hesitation before she opened it just a crack. Spike could see her tail grasping a potion. No telling what that did, he'd have to be careful.

"I'm a bit bigger than before, but it's me, Spike," Spike said, "This is Fizzle, and Fluttershy is back here too. The rest of the elements are dead and in a pile in my cave. You said you needed pony parts?"

"Do you have the alicorn's remains in your cave of pains?" Zecora asks, her eyes squinting, clearly taking his offer seriously.
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"Alicorn?" Spike asked, "You mean Twilight? Oh right!" It hadn't occurred to him how very valuable her parts might be, "Yes, all of her, though she's sort of in pieces. I have her horn though, already removed in fact. Most of the rest of her is a bit rotten and... well fucked. I got horny."

If Zecora was disgusted by his frank explanation, she showed no sign. On the contrary, she swished her tail to place the potion back on a nearby shelf, then opened the door fully. She looped a hoof with his arm and tried to pull him in. She grabbed some paper and quill off another shelf and then shoved it into Spike's hand.

"Please jot down a list," said Zecora, "Of the corpses that exist."

"Huh? Oh sure," Spike took the quill and started writing, though it felt a bit strange to be writing down notes again. He put down all the names of those he'd killed, whether they were adult, foal, or infant, and how many days they'd been dead. He hoped she didn't mind that so many of the victims were young, but he sort of enjoyed writing them all down like this. It reminded him of what a naughty boy he had been, and caused his shaft to leak from his reptilian slit.

"Um Miss Zecora?" Fluttershy took a few steps towards Zecora's voice and bumped into a shelf. Her eyes, despite having been cleaned, were once again drooling white pus with swirls of red blood, "We also um... wondered if you had something for my um... eye infections."

"I will mix up a quick brew," said Zecora, "That will clense the infection from you." She headed towards the back of the shed, taking hold of two potions and pouring half of each into a cup, stirring it, "Be prepared to strain, there will be much pain."

Spike put the paper back on the counter. When Zecora saw this, she handed the cup to Fizzle instead of doing it herself. "Empty it into her eyes," she instructed, "Hold her as it dries. It needs a half an hour for its full power."

"Can I fuck the unicorn up the ass when you're done with her?" Fizzle asked out of nowhere, pointing timidly towards Lyra, who widened her eyes. He then gulped as Spike glared at him, moving back to Fluttershy.

Fizzle braced Fluttershy's head firmly in one arm, tilting it upwards so that her eyes could catch all the potion. He then started pouring it into one and then the other, and seemed to have just enough to fill each socket to the brim.

Fluttershy's reaction was immediate, screaming bloody murder and shaking violently as she was held. The potion began to bubble within the fleshy holes, mixing with the pus and blood, seeping deeper into her head and burning out the infection. Her scream was cut off only when Fizzle dropped the empty cup and held her muzzle tightly with one hands, reducing it to pitiful whines. Fizzle grumbled to himself slightly, and looked back over at Lyra. It was going to be a long thirty minutes for Fluttershy and Fizzle.

"This is good enough," said Zecora after reading the list, "I am mainly interested in alicorn stuff. Feathers and horns and hooves and hair, many parts I will want to prepare, but what the question for you is now... What do you want in return that is fair?"

"Honestly?" Spike shrugged, "I came here wanting to find out if you had potions that could down an alicorn. I want to rape and murder Celestia, Luna, and Cadence. Just to get off, no other reason. If I succeed... well I guess you'll have three more alicorn's to harvest."

Zecora probably realized that Spike had initially meant to kill her too, but it seemed that the promise of these ingredients was enough for her to ignore it. The two continued to talk, and fortunately Fluttershy was screamed out after five minutes or so, so they eventually didn't have to raise their voices.

They discussed for some time, but it seemed as if they both had much to offer the other. Zecora could use Twilight's 'ingredients' to give Spike more power. With that power, her potions, and a bit of a plan, he could overpower the princesses. Zecora couldn't use the process on herself, because zebras simply weren't compatible with alicorn magic. Dragons, on the other claw, were creatures of pure magic. Spike's brain could, theoretically at least, handle the energy. Zecora could then use the fresher alicorn parts to make his power permanent, and would still have two fresh alicorns with which to complete her experiments. Afterward, Zecora would stay on as Spike's advisor and, more importantly, experimental mage.

Spike wondered if he should trust her, though she clearly had no reason to betray him since she really wanted the alicorn parts, and he would never have a reason to betray her if she could keep supplying him with potions and artifacts. In the end, he decided the chance was worth taking. It was the only possibility of getting his cock into some dead goddess pussy. The worst case scenario was that she just wanted to kill him, but even then he'd die having full filled all but one of his hottest fantasies. Yeah, it was worth the risk.

"Um, I think Fluttershy's done now," Fizzle muttered when it appeared the two were done discussing, "Can I uh..."

"Yeah yeah, go fuck Lyra," Spike waved him off, "Maybe I could lay under her and take her cunt, hm Zecora?"

Zecora had her mouth opened to answer, but just chuckled when he answered for her. She calmly began to butter up the hacksaw again, "I do not mind should you do as you say, as long as you do not get in the way."

"Wait, um, you're still gonna do that? Don't you have enough parts with um... the others?" Lyra stammered.

Spike grinned, leaning down to lick her face, "Stupid pony, I'd be killing you either way. It's fun." Spike was in fact quite hard by this point, especially after the discussion with Zecora. He needed to get his rocks off and he needed to now.

Spike lay down next to the bench Lyra was on, then pulled her off of it and stop him, the unicorn now facing him. He kissed her deeply before she could beg further, his shafts throbbing against her soft underbelly as he did so. He wrapped all fours around her, pulling her tightly against him, then felt more weight as Fizzle leaned against her behind doggy style, rubbing his own shafts between her ass cheeks.

Spike held his cocks together and pushed upwards into Lyra, first stretching her out with one shaft before adding the second after a few slow thrusts. Fizzle held her bottom steady as he pushed his own shafts into her tailhole, straining to force them into the dry hole. Lyra sobbed, and also looked like she was going to vomit. Spike remembered that she was a lesbian, so it must be especially disgusting to her.

"Mmm, nothing like a tight dyke's cunt around my cocks," Spike chrred as he licked at her throat.

Zecora didn't wait for them to get settled in. She moved immediately towards them with the hacksaw, so Spike helpfully held Lyra's head firmly in both claws to let the zebra get the traction she needed. Seeming unaffected by the fact that her ingredient sack was getting raped by four throbbing dragon cocks, she began to saw against the horn. Her potion must have been better than Twilight's, because the blade sank into the base of the horn as if it were nothing more than thick muscle.

Lyra wailed as her horn slowly came free, finally popping off and pulling free with shards of bone and bits of nerve hanging from the severed end. She barely had time to freak out before Zecora produced a skinning knife and started on her scalp, pulling her mane free as well. Lyra's body convulsed, squeezing and milking against the shafts inside of her, causing both dragons to growl and groan.

As calm as Zecora seemed, Spike knew she must be getting off on this. Why else would she choose to slice off the bits of unicorn while Lyra was still alive? He was going to enjoy watching her work in the future, no doubt.

Once done with her scalp, Zecora took a simple knife, coaxed Fizzle to lean back aways, and snipped off the unicorn's tail, blood drooling down onto Fizzle's already bloody shafts. By the time she got to Lyra's first hoof, Spike felt himself headed into an intense orgasm.

Spike came hard, his own roar overpowering Lyra's continual wailing, flooding her cum hole with his sperm, packing his tips through her cervix and splattering spunk across the back of her womb. Fizzle was soon after, flooding her tail hole seconds after, continuing to thrust and bounce her hips back and forth with Spike.

Zecora paused to let the males finish, than prodded a bit at Spike to get his attention. Spike got the idea, holding Lyra's right fore hoof still for Zecora to saw more easily. Once it came off with a crack, Spike moved the severed stump to his muzzle, rolling his eyes back and suckling it like sweet candy.

Unable to see them, but certain of what they were doing, Fluttershy curled up quietly near the door. The pain was less in her eyes now, so she passed her time listening to the hot sounds of innocent unicorn being cut into pieces, both front hooves pressed down between her thighs, rubbing at her own frothing cunt furiously and biting her lip so hard that blood trickled down her face.

Zecora moved to the other three limbs, carefully removing each hoof and leaving Lyra a shivering, gagging, cum filled mess, not even able to beg any longer. Spike rolled her off of him, tumbling Fizzle in the process as well. Fizzle got up with a blush, and Lyra was sprawled out on her back.

"Now I have all I need," said Zecora, "We can snuff her out with all speed."

"Hold that thought," Spike wobbled to his feet and stumbled over Lyra, heading out the door, returning a few moments later with his bag of goodies. Pulling out the futa potion and tossing the rest onto the floor, he pushed it to Fluttershy's lips. She ceased her masturbation, guzzling the potion eagerly, then curled up to groan in pain as her body stretched once again into the desired shape.

Not wanting to give her time to simply bleed to death, Zecora put the ingredient parts aside and moved to straddle Lyra's face. She rolled her hips, rubbing her already drooling wet pussy hard against Lyra's muzzle. Moving her hooves to stabilize Lyra's face, she pushed down harder, trying to force her victim's muzzle into her striped snatch.

Zecora reached her tail over to curl around Spike's leg, then raised the tail up to present her behind to him. Spike took the clue and slide up behind her, running his long forked tongue up the back of her neck as he pushed his dual tips against her anus. She bucked back, hard, pushing the dragon inside her before she shoved back down against Lyra, her pussy finally slurping around Lyra's entire muzzle as the unicorn squirmed.

Fizzle seemed content to watch and stroke himself quietly, but Zecora reached a front hoof over to tug him over to her by one leg. Once in range, she opened her muzzle and dove for the goods, slurping first one shaft and then the other into her muzzle. She rolled her tongue around them, tugging them deeper and pushing them into her throat, gagging only enough to pleasure him as he sank deep and moaned.

Fluttershy wasn't to be left out either. Figuring they must have given her the potion for a reason, she nosed her way towards the noise, finally finding her way to Lyra's behind. She took a bloody stump to the face several times as Lyra kicked her legs frantically now, but managed to tug herself between them and positioned her blunt tipped dick against Lyra's freshly raped cunt. Stretched out from dragon dick, it was easy for her to sink inside, groaning and not ceasing her thrust until her tip was pushing through Lyra's cervix and her belly smacked against the mare's.

Spike didn't particular enjoy a willing partner, but watching Lyra over her shoulder was enough to keep him hard, and he figured that it would help their partnership to get it on some. "Least you're gonna die with a cunt wrapped around your face, you hot little lesbian slut, that should make you happy."

Zecora grunted as she pushed down harder, encompassing Lyra's whole muzzle inside of her cunt. This cut off her breathing entirely, and she instinctively raised her fore legs to try to push Zecora off, only to jerk the stumps back after a moment of fruitless pressure. She tried to draw in a breath, gagging as her lungs slurped in Zecora's cunt juice instead. The zebra didn't stop there, taking hold of Lyra's head in both forehooves and shoving further, the stripey cunt stretching wide over Lyra's entire face. Zecora moaned as she went so far that Lyra's entire head popping into her, cunt lips now tightly wrapped about Lyra's throat.

Her moaning made fizzle sigh in pleasure, gripping Zecora's head and thrusting his hips more rapidly as she deep throated him to the hilt. Both shafts pulsed and pre spread from the tips of his spears, which was slurped up eagerly by the swallowing motions massaging Fizzle's shaft. The white dragon moaned and leaned in to try to kiss Spike.

Fluttershy, unaware of exactly what was going on, moved her head forward to try to kiss Lyra. Her nose bumped against Zecora's swollen belly instead, and she made a confused little eep sound. She got the idea soon enough though, and began licking around the penetration point. Her hips continued their rolling as well, pressing her thick shaft into Lyra's cunt, shivering more and more as it convulsed around her. "Oh it's really squeezing... I love how they squeeze when they die."

Spike returned the kiss that Fizzle offered, rather distractedly though as he was watching Zecora's cunt trick in amazement. Soon Fizzle was as well. Both males continued to thrust, pushing Zecora's body back and forth, her rump bouncing against Spike and then her nose bouncing against Fizzle in turn. She clenched her ass more tightly and gagged against Fizzle's shaft.

To their amazement, Zecora's cunt stretched out even wider, encompassing Lyra's shoulders as well. She held Lyra's front legs tightly against her chest, then pulled her deeper still, soon the tight ring of her impossibly stretched juice whole was half way down Lyra's chest and still moving with each thrust. Her belly stretched out as well, putting more and more pressure on Spike's shafts in her behind.

Fluttershy began to assist, her thrusting motions trying to push Lyra deeper even as she plowed into her. Lyra convulsed hard over Fluttershy as her whole body began to shake, then she began to grow still, her only movement within her. As Lyra slipped into unconsciousness and spiraled towards death, Fluttershy groaned and blew strings of horse cum deep into her. She packed it into the unicorn's womb, continuing to thrust hard even as the mare was slurped up into Zecora.

Spike and Fizzle both weren't far behind Shy, Fizzle peaking first as Zecora's tongues lapped out and coiled around his base, stroking it with her movements and her throat repeatedly gagging around him. She guzzled his dragon cum, joy in her gleaming eyes from the wonderful taste of cock and cum. Spike blew his load as well, though barely able to thrust into the increasingly tight asshole. He sprayed down her intestines even as her body swelled further and further.

Indeed she didn't stop even with Lyra dead. Her pussy slurped over the body like an obscene mouth, visibly squeezing and contracting to pull her in. The lips rolled down the unicorn's chest, across her belly, and slurped over her hips to take in the last bit. Fluttershy moved with the corpse, even after having came, and continued thrusting hard with her. She crammed Lyra hard, ending up with her cock in Zecora as Lyra's pussy was pulled from her. Fluttershy creamed a second time, hosing down the insides of Zecora's impossible snatch.

Only after Lyra's legs were slurped into Zecora's womb did the group start to slow down their thrusting. Zecora belched loudly as soon as Fizzle's shafts withdrew from her muzzle, drooling cum freely. Her ass and cunt clenched hard to tug the rest of the juice off of the other shafts, then slowly nodded her heads.

"This... will take a while," said Zecora, "Perhaps you could now bring the corpse pile."

The next few hours were spent helping Zecora harvest ingredients while she slowly 'digested' Lyra within her. No one dared question how she was doing that, but it would sure as hell make them all nervous about putting their dicks in there in the future. Working together, they harvested every horn, feather, mane, tail, or hoof. Twilight's skull was cracked open from the top and her brain removed, though it had to be done gently lest it fall apart.

Zecora was eventually done with Lyra and expelled her. The unicorn had been reduced to bones and a puddle of gooey digested flesh. Regardless, Spike collected her in a large, tall waterproof container, still wanting to keep every corpse regardless of its condition. He could lube up with her guts if nothing else.

Zecora allowed the group to pile the remains in one corner, clearly not used to the intensity of that many corpses, but she dealt with it all the same. She also gave Fluttershy a permanence potion so she could keep the futa cock indefinitely. A few goes with corpses were had as Zecora was busily mixing her potions, but by the time the sun began to peek over the horizon, they were ready for the 'procedure' on Spike.

It was hard not to feel suspicious when Zecora wanted to wrap up Spike so he was immobile, but he had already agreed to things, so he figured he may as well take the chance. She explained that there would be a lot of pain, which only made it a bit harder to convince him.

To squelch his fears slightly, she offered to give Fizzle a sword to protect him with, though Spike wondered if Fizzle could really overpower her. She took Fizzle aside to give him said sword, and they whispered to each other for several moments before they returned. That didn't help convince him much either, considering what had happened to Garble after Spike took Fizzle aside to whisper at him.

Still, he consented to being restrained, the lure of a well fucked dieing goddess cunt around his cock was far too much to resist. Then afterward, when he was in charge, he could fuck or kill any pony he wanted. He wouldn't even have to go to private first, he could do everything outdoors as his horrified subjects looked on. This was gonna be so much more awesome than he ever dreamed.

He was restrained via being suspended from the ceiling of Zecora's cottage, held about two feet off the ground, turned so his lets and arms could hang free. He was held by as few cords as possible, a strap around his neck, his waist, and the base of his tail holding him above the floor. He started to feel a bit better when he found they weren't fully restraining his limbs, tail, or wings.

Zecora held a bright purple potion to his muzzle, and they exchanged a few glances. She seemed calm enough, but she had seemed calm before too. Reluctantly he wrapped his lips around it and she turned it up so he could guzzle the entire contents. He immediately felt a wash of nausea, before a wave of weakness permeated his body. He tried to move, but he wasn't even strong enough to raise his limbs or head, hanging limply.

"What was that?" he managed to slur out.

Zecora didn't answer him. She pulled a small table over so that she could reach it. Atop was Twilight's horn, what looked like strings of muscle or nerves, and a great number of sharp looking instruments. She also had the mixtures that she had created for the procedure, mostly using parts of Twilight, that ranged from small vials to jugs full of fluid.

"Um, is he helpless now?" Fizzle asked, "He won't remember this right?"

"He is a weakened one," said Zecora, "So we can have our fun."

Fluttershy perked up her ears, "Um, what are we doing?"

"Zecora said um, once he's helpless," said Fizzle, tapping his claws together, "We'd get to torment and kill him."

"Oh..." peeped Fluttershy, "Really?" Her shaft slowly began to react to the news, easing from its sheath once again.

"Wait!" demanded Spike, "You said you needed me! For the alicorn power!"

"We need your body this is true," corrected Zecora, "But I must have full control of you. Once we are done and you are most dead, I can reanimate you so we can do as I said."

"But... So I'll still be alive right? Or at least aware?" Spike asked.

Zecora shook her head, "If the process is to suffice, your soul must be fully sacrificed."

As Zecora spoke to Spike, it seemed that Fizzle wasn't wasting any time. He put the sword away on a shelf and slid himself behind Spike, pulling up his new master's tail and draping it over his shoulder. Spike felt the unfamiliar pressure of twin shafts pushing at his tight, virgin asshole. Fluttershy too, nosed her way towards the noise until her curious nose nuzzled against his left hind foot.

"I swear you two, if you go through with this I'll..." Spike started, but then came to the harsh realization, "Fuck... there's nothing I can do. I'm gonna die..." He was all too familiar with the type of potions he had been drugged with, and he knew he had no chance. He stared at the floor, unable to do anything else.

Spike felt Fizzle thrust his hips forward, not being any more gentle with Spike than any of their victims. He gave a solid thrust, forcing his cocks half way on the first thrust, then pulling back and hammering forward to slide fully inside. Spike felt pain shoot through his spine up from his ass. If he didn't know better, which he didn't, the drug seemed to increase his sensitivity to pain.

Zecora pulled the table closer so that she could lay Spike's head firmly atop it, then motioned a hoof to Fizzle as if to motion for him to stop rocking Spike so much. Fizzle complied as much as he could stand, and Zecora began to butter up a strange looking tool that looked almost like an oversized wing corkscrew.

"Are we really gonna?" Fluttershy seemed to have to confirm, "Um, are you gonna kill me and Fizzle too?"

No one bothered answering Fluttershy, they were too busy with their own thing.

Spike gritted his teeth as much as he could, trying to keep himself from crying even as his eyes moistened at the realization of what he was in for. He now knew what Rainbow Dash must have felt like trying to hold her tears back, and it wouldn't be the last thing he came to know today. So why were his cocks throbbing hard? As much as he tried, he couldn't get them down. The thought of agonizing death turned him on, even if it was his own.

Fizzle continued plowing his behind with more even strokes, gripping his behind with both claws, digging them in to try to keep him steady. He groaned at the warm hint of Spike's blood drooling down his cock to his thighs, shivering as he continued to roll his hips, "Master.." he groaned, "Your ass is the best I've ever had. I hope the new you feels as good."

Fluttershy too wasn't going to be left out. He felt her breath flowing over his dangling shafts, then the feel of her wet tongue gliding up and down one shaft and then the other, "How does being raped feel, Spike?" Fluttershy timidly teased, "Knowing you'll be humiliated and die... oh Spike I am getting so hard." She pushed her lips around both his cocks, pushing them back to her throat and swallowing against the tip. Any hope he had of some pleasure to balance the pain in his ass was then taken from him, as Fluttershy pressed her blunt teeth into Spike's shaft before dragging her head back, pain shooting through his cocks now as well.

Zecora smiled to herself at the teasing, but said nothing herself. She took a well potioned knife, dragging it over the top of his head, sawing off the frill that was in her way and letting it drop aside. The pain sent Spike over the top and he screamed, tears rolling down his face whether he wanted them to or not. Zecora then placed the giant cork screw atop his head and pulled it tight, then blades plowing down into his head. It had some difficulty slicing through his scales, but managed to burrow into his head all the way through his skull. She then began turning it, straining to cut through his skull like a can opener.

"Fizzle!" Spike blurted out, "I thought you liked me!"

"Well, I like your body," Fizzle blushed, and had an increasing amount of trouble holding Spike still while drilling him, coming closer and closer to his orgasm, "But... I can still get fucked by your body after you're dead in this case, so... sorry Master." He bit his tongue before saying anything else, and arched his spine before blowing a hot load deep into Spike's ass. He groaned out, his whole body shaking as he strained to control himself.

Fluttershy continued her work as well. Again and again she pushed her muzzle up one or both shafts, swallowing against the tips and dragging them down into her neck until it buldged, then bit her way down the shaft again, biting harder and harder until he began to bruise. After several attempts, she was able to push him all the way to his base, then gnaw all the way back down. As she did so, sitting on her haunches, she slowly stroked her own cock with both forehooves.

Spike's screams continued until finally he felt Zecora pull the device back from his head, a circular section of his skull pulling out with the tool. He shrieked, both in pain and the realization that his brain was about to get operated on. Spike choked on another sob, then felt Zecora's tongue gliding up the side of his face as she tasted his tears. She panted, then reached for the nerves and horn on the table.

"Want to switch places Futashy?" Fizzle asked, panting as he pulled his shaft from Spike's behind.

"Oh, yes please," Fluttershy pulled her head back.

Fizzle pushed a crate behind Spike and helped the blind pony up onto it, making sure she got a good grip on Spike's plot before he pushed his head below Spike's belly, wrapping his long forked tongue around one of the shafts and squeezing it. Spike tensed even from that, the cocks were far too bruised to experience any pleasure.

Zecora threaded the nerves into Spike's brain, carefully pushing them into the crevices and lumps of gray matter with a razor sharp needle. She then pulled back, taking hold of one of the vials and pouring it into the gaping head hole. The potion immediately began to work, burning through his head, magically causing the nerves to thread fully through his brain. Zecora pulled out Twilight's horn, which had been extended at the base by the alicorn's skull fragments, and placed it's blunt end against Spike's brain. The nerves threaded upwards, winding against the horn and pulling it firmly into place. As the horn was wired into his brain, Spike felt the same agony as Twilight had felt as it was removed, as if her pain persisted through the horn even now.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy eagerly pushed herself up atop Spike's behind, her blunt tip now poking at the freshly raped anus of her tormentor. She took a deep breath, moaning loudly as she felt her cock sink into his warmth, Fizzle's sperm lubricating her length as she forced it inside. She began to slowly thrust, remembering what Zecora said about keeping him still, but moved as quickly as she could manage, sinking ball deep on the first thrust.

Fizzle dragged his sharp teeth down Spike's bruised cock, leaving tiny little cuts along the length, first one then the other. Despite all this, Spike's cocks were still throbbing hard, betraying him even now, seeming to act on their own. Perhaps it was something to do with the drugs. Fizzle didn't care. He turned his bottom upwards, snuggling his behind against Spike's belly, then pushed his rear backward. The hopeless faggot reached a claw behind him, carefully lining up Spike's cocks to penetrate his cum hole.

As the potion worked into Spike's head, Zecora carefully cut the sheet of skull that she had removed from his head. She cut out a hole large enough for the horn to fit through, then carefully placed the bit of skull back on his head, sliding it down over the horn. It didn't want to go in easily, so she took a hammer from the table and slammed it down to push the skull fragment back into place.

"Oh for fucks sake just kill me!" Spike screamed so loudly it rattled the windows.

Fluttershy shivered at the exclamation, feeling his asshole tense hard as immeasurable pain wrecked through his body, "Oh Spike, you... you're really turning me on hard right now. Oh I'm gonna cum... so hard..." Her shaft splurted pre into his asshole, lubricating the already wet hole with more, her balls slapping hard against his belly with each thrust. "I can't hold it! I'm sorry..." Her body shook as she tried to hold in her violent coming orgasm.

As Fizzle positioned himself below Spike, his tail looped up to affectionately grasp at Fluttershy, squeezing her balls gently. Meanwhile he pushed all the way back until Spike was buried to the hilt inside of him, and squeezed his ass as hard as he could, keeping it clenched as he began to roll his hips. Despite their rock solid state, Spike's shafts felt nothing but pain as the bruised and sliced surface was slid through Fizzle's slutty bowels.

Zecora wasn't done with Spike yet; the horn was only the first part. She pulled out a wicked looking needle with a tube protruding from the base, and carefully lined it up to push into his neck. It was attached to an empty canister, and immediately began to draw blood from his body. Spike began to feel ill already even as she did the same with another needle, this one into the opposite side of his neck, attached to a canister full of fluid. Spike recognized the fluid as where most of Twilight's brain and no small part of her rotted organs had gone.

Fluttershy couldn't see any of this, but she could hear Spike continue to scream and sob, feel the tremors of pain pulsing through his body, She blew her load so hard that it knocked the wind out of her, making it hard for her to breath while she pumped her load deep into his ass, which overflowed and sprayed out around the penetration point. Her pussy spasmed as well, a mist of cunt juice spraying out behind her as well, wetting down the shelves behind her.

Fizzle continued to pound his ass back against Spike's shafts. Spike's cocks were so rock hard that they began to seep blood, even from places that weren't bruised or scratched, lubricating up Fizzle's asshole and drooling down both their thighs to the floor below. Even then, Fizzle was really going to have to work it to get an orgasm out of his master. He was sure as hell determined to do so though, "Oh Master... please... one more blast of cum for your naughty little faggot..."

Zecora put one ear against Spike's chest, carefully monitoring his heartbeat. She waited until so much blood had drained that his heart began to flutter, then activated a switch on the second canister. It glowed with magical energy, and the Twilight stew pumped up into Spike's body. The nausea was replaced with the feeling of burning within him, suddenly feeling as if he were bathed in intense flame, so hot it felt like it was boiling within him. He screamed so loudly that his voice gave out and devolved into pitiful gagging motions, then finally just squirmed futilely and sobbed to himself.

Zecora turned off the machine that drained Spike's blood, but let the second one continue until all of the sludge that was once Twilight had been pumped into her number one assistant. Zecora moved to butter up another knife, then propped herself up on Spike's right side, the bindings straining with the extra weight. Moving the blade to his wing, she began to carefully slide the blade over the leathery part of his wing, slicing through them and peeling it off. She slowly cut around the bones to deprive him of each flap of his wings. Once she was done with one wing, she continued on to the other.

Fluttershy kept pounding Spike's behind until she literally fell backwards from the intensity of her thrusts, falling off the crate and slamming hard into the floor. She squeaked adorably, her still hard shaft flopping about and cum pouring from Spike's behind. She rested herself for a moment before slowly nosing her way back. This time she found Fizzle. Once she felt about his behind and realized what he was doing, she tucked her head beneath his belly and slurped down his shafts. They tasted like Spike-shit from plowing the other dragon's behind, but it didn't deter her. She pushed the cocks down until she gagged and then began bobbing her head. It was a bit ironic that her first act of consensual sex was under such circumstances.

Zecora finished with Spike's wings, retreating to her instrument table and returning with some sleek, water proof wing covers. She carefully pushed one over each wing, zipping them up one side. She then pulled another large potion from the table, having some difficulty carrying it. She braced it between her front hooves and carefully walked on her hind legs, then carefully tipped it, filling first one sack and then the other with the fluid, bathing his shredded wings in the potion. The potion consisted mostly of liquified feathers from Twilight and every pegasus Spike had killed, combined with magical ingredients to activate it. Spike's wings slowly tensed, the leather between the bones reforming, this time sprouting purple feathers that matched Spike's scales.

Spike's body spasmed again, and his cocks finally fired off their load into Fizzle's fuck hole. Even the act of orgasming was intensely painful now, especially as the blood surging through his cock was now the new Twilight juice. He blew his load, which was literally more blood than cum, and painted Fizzle's insides and thighs red. Fizzle blew his load as he felt his dieing master unload himself. Fluttershy at first tried to pull her head back, but Fizzle took hold of her head and pulled her flush to his belly, pumping his cum directly into her throat, forcing her to swallow it down. When he finally did let her go, she calmly pulled herself back with a slurp, not seeming to mind.

Zecora left the trio to their fun for a moment, heading towards a large bath tub in one corner of the hut. She casually filled it two thirds full with water, then headed over to the table again. Every bottle of fluid or potion that she hadn't yet used were poured into the tub one at a time, then she began to stir it with a large cauldron spoon, watching to see what the others were doing as she mixed.

Fizzle yanked himself fully off of Spike, his asshole pouring blood-cum from the strange orgasm. He turned about, moving to kiss Fluttershy gently, then carefully guided her muzzle back to one of Spike's two cocks. This time however, they didn't just bite at him to make him uncomfortable.

Fluttershy was the first to do it, pushing her throat around the cock, swallowing it to the back, then biting down as hard as she could around the base of Spike's lower cock. She moaned, sending painful vibrations up through him, then shook her head back and forth, twisting and biting, trying to pull the cock free. When Fizzle realized what she was doing, he slide his sharped toothed maw over his other cock. Rather than sliding the shaft down his throat, he forced it to bend at an odd angle, bunching it up into his maw and then biting down in smooth chewing motions, slowly tearing apart the still attached cock like it was a huge chunk of bubblegum.

The quietened Spike screamed out anew when he realized what was happening, his body jerking weakly. Zecora watched the two gnawing off Spike's cocks and didn't move to stop them at all, letting them have their fun. She spoke as she continued to stir the bubbling tub, "Once you are done gnawing his shaft, bring him here for his bath."

Fizzle was the first to gnaw his cock off, tearing it away a bit at a time and pulled each bit back into his throat as he ate the shaft. Once done he suckled against the wound where the shaft had once been, Spike's new blood oozing very slowly from his body. Fluttershy took a great deal longer, the shaft ripping a little at a time as she twisted again and again, then finally popped free of his body. Falling over from the sudden release, Fluttershy coughed slightly and dropped the shaft out of her muzzle. It was quickly snatched up by Fizzle, who scarfed it down.

As requested, Fizzle undid Spike's restraints, the moaning, wounded dragon dropping to the floor with a dull thump. Fizzle dragged him over towards the tub by his tail, leaving a streak of blood and cum behind. Zecora pushed Spike into the tub, trying to fit all of him. She folded his wings up, removing the sacks and dumping the excess into the tub. She pulled his arms and legs together, curling his tail around. Soon his entire body was submerged save for his head, which draped over one end of the ceramic tub.

Fizzle pulled Fluttershy over to the tub as well, and carefully helped her into it herself, letting her slide into a position once again mounting the dragon. She sloshed around a bit, then managed to tuck her shaft beneath his tail, sinking back into his asshole. Fizzle then casually pushed Spike's head beneath the water.

Spike was too weak to defend himself or even attempt to raise his head. He felt how excited Fluttershy was getting behind him, plowing her cock into his bleeding ass. His body surged with pain from all of his injuries, burning inside and out. He held his breath for a few moments, but realized how futile it was. It was time for him to die a brutal death just like his victims. He gave in, and took a deep breath of the fluid.

Fluttershy got to feel the dragon thrashing about beneath her as he took on water, moaning out at the feel of his tailhole clenching, "Oh... oh he's dieing. This is it! Die so I can cream your corpse..." Fluttershy's whole body tensed up again, more and more, and finally felt Spike going into his death throws. As his ass squeezed hard against her, she dove into a no less intense orgasm than before. She shot her spunk inside his ass, her cum and cunt juice splurting into the water.

Once done, Fluttershy was pulled from the tub to leave Spike's corpse fully submerged. The fluid soaked into him, filling every hole and wound. His damaged portions began to grow back into place, his head plate fitting more exactly, his feathers filling out, and even his twin shafts starting to regrow.

Fizzle had a seat to relax, allowing the wet Fluttershy to sprawl across his lap, "He's gonna be really mad at us when he wakes up."

Fluttershy raised her head, "Wait what?"

Zecora finally let herself snicker, and nodded to Fizzle.