Home Is Where The Heart Is

A stallion lay in his bed, panting heavily, his face covered in beads of sweat. His chest rose up and down in a rhythmic movement as air filled and escaped his lungs in spouts of harsh breathing. He stared into the ceiling dazedly, his eyes coated in a thin layer of dreamy bliss.

The sex had been great, as always.

Still gazing at the ceiling, he reached out a hoof and fumbled around the wet bed sheets until he found what he was searching for. He let his hoof wrap itself around another one, belonging to his significant other. Judging from the way her side of the bed was moving, she had just as much trouble breathing as he did, and he couldn’t help but let a devilish grin spread across his lips.

Once his breathing had calmed itself slightly, the stallion slowly rolled over on his left side.

He was greeted by the dazed eyes of his wife, partially closed as if she was about to fall asleep. She’d always been the most beautiful mare he’d ever seen, no matter what. Especially now, in such a state of ecstasy and pleasure. Her mouth opened and closed slowly, like she wanted to say something but was unable to find the correct words.

He tenderly stroked away a strand of her wet mane out of her eyes, telling her not to speak as he did. It was all too perfect for spoken words. Her gaze lazily followed his hoof as he tucked her hair behind her ear. She moved her mouth in a way that made it look like she tried to nibble on his hoof, but he quickly pulled it away. Teasingly.

Once his hoof was back where it belonged, on top of hers, the stallion couldn’t stop himself from looking down on the rest of her body. Her stomach looked thin and frail, and he could even see the hint of one of her ribs.

Oftentimes he told himself he was lucky, not many stallions had the good fortune of marrying a mare that looked like a photo model. And ever since her little accident in the shower the week prior, she’d been losing a lot more weight. Not that he complained, he loved her too much to contradict her.

Slowly, his eyes travelled further down, greedily taking in every inch of her, trying to memorize the scene before him in perfect detail. For later use.

The lowest part of her abdomen, as well as one of her inner thighs, coated in drying stains of white substance. His substance, caked into her fur. From the angle he was in, he couldn’t see any further, but he already knew that it was dripping out of her as well, staining the bed sheets underneath her.

Maybe she wasn’t the kindest or most romantic mare in Equestria, but she sure was a goddess in bed, and he’d been saving himself up for his goddess.

As his eyes travelled back up to her face, he could suddenly hear the faint sound of ponies screaming. He paid it no heed; it was outside their house, locked away by their windows. Whatever happened out there, it wasn’t his problem or his concern. All he had to care about was her. The rest of the world didn’t matter.

Carefully, the stallion moved down the bed and undid the brace around one of his wife’s lower hoofs and threw it off the bed carelessly. He leaned over her and did the same with the other. Her legs looked so fragile without them, barren even. Cold. He took one of her hooves between his own, rubbed it to keep it warm.

The eyes of his wife met his when he planted a few kisses on her hoof before letting it go.

Her eyes still followed him when he scooted up to her side. He took one of fore hoofs in his own and started to undo the next brace. The stallion gave the now free hoof a tender kiss as well, and when he let it go, it instantly lashed out at him. She wanted more, the poor thing. And she would, very soon.

When he leaned over her to undo the final bracelet, she reached up and wrapped her free hoof around him, tugged at his neck and back furiously. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle, her appetite surely was insatiable.

With a loud click, the last brace came open. His wife settled down as she heard the sound, and the stallion returned to his place next to her. Both of them looked intently at the brace which still partially enclosed her last hoof, and the long chain attached to it.

A wide smile grew across the stallions face as his wife threw himself over him. The chain rattled to the floor and joined the previous ones, and the bed creaked loudly as she pushed him down into the mattress. She crawled over him, and he could feel something drip unto his lower abdomen. He knew perfectly well what it was, and it made his grin even wider, if it was even possible.

She did love him, more than anything else in the world. His fluids dripping out of her proved that perfectly. She loved him enough to risk him doing something like that to her, knowing fully what it could lead to.

As she lowered her mouth over his face, he could hear the ponies screaming outside again. It had been pretty quiet the last few days. It had been worst the day that his wife fell in the shower. Ponies had been screaming all day, sirens glared and panic had enveloped the world outside their home.

His wife had fallen in the shower and hit her head. It wasn’t her fault, it was an accident. She didn’t hear the frenzied pony enter the room, and he himself had been knocked out cold on medication and didn’t notice anything.

It wasn’t her fault that the pony attacked her with the same verbosity as a savage animal. It was an accident. It wasn’t his fault that the bathroom was soaked in her blood. It was an accident.

The bite marks on her leg wasn’t her fault.

Jagged, broken teeth suddenly dug themselves into his throat, and he had to force himself not to scream. The pain was terrible, and for some reason he now also became acutely aware of his wife’s smell.

She reeked of death. Decay. Rotting, rancid meat.

In this final moment of clarity, he came to terms with what was happening, and an involuntary scream pressed itself out of his clamping throat. He could feel every little sensation as he teeth sawed into him, gnawed at him with tenacious hunger. He heard his own flesh rip as she tore his throat out.

His own blood sprayed over his face as she reared up her face, teeth still working frantically on the piece she’d torn from him. His heart kicked into a frenzy and his body started to fight, his legs kicked spastically and writhed beneath her.

But his mind had become completely clean. His body and mind worked on two different levels, one panicked and one indifferent. Contempt, even. Despite his body thrashing wildly and his throat filled with gurgling screams, his mind was at ease.

The mare reached down again, his time sinking her teeth into one of his eyes. Something within him snapped, and his screams turned into frantic cries. Warm blood trickled into his mouth, and the pain was the most unbearable thing he’d ever felt. The sheets of the bed became warm and wet when his bladder emptied itself and his body stopped kicking.

Everything that had once been him slipped away and left nothing but oblivion in its wake. Nothing remained as he slipped into shadow. The stallion stopped moving, stopped screaming. His wife remained on top of him, ripping through his face and neck.

His eyes could no longer see the blood. His ears no longer heard the screams. No more pain. No more tears.

A smile played across what little was left of the stallion’s face.

Finally, he’d joined his mare in eternity.

And the sex had been amazing.

Just as always.