Hey there, your a rock star, put your flaming samurai sword on, ok?
Twilight felt super dirty, she had defecated all over the floor after trying her best to kill herself multiple times. She tried every single possible endeavor to make her end a quick and peaceful one, but each attempt would only make her run out of resources. Knowing that nothing would work on an alicorn princess such as herself, she decided the best way was to do the damage with actual vital organs to cease function.
Twilight looked at her dead assistant/adoptive son-figure, she killed him in a desperate attempt to die. He would keep interfering with her wishes and she had to do what must be done. Snapping his neck like a toothpick was completely expected when she used her spell on him. Now his feces and his blank expression lay on the floor with insects desecrating his dead corpse.
Now she looked for something to get the deed done. Nowhere in sight was anything that would make her heart cease to work. No knives, choppers, or anything sharp ended since before hand, she wanted safety above else in that tree house. Then, a sudden realization, she remembered the token weapon she attained from her trips to the east of Equestria, where she was given as a gift. That would certainly do the trick and with each happy trot, Twilight went to her room where the blade sat, waste covering her nasty, smelly body and spreading throughout the carpet floor.
Up the stairs, into her room with a poop trail left behind her. She went through her closet and found the little black box that obviously had what she was looking for. Without time to waste, she then opened the box that gave a gleam from the base of the samurai sword. It was clean, strong and covered in doo-doo. She picked it up with her teeth where she gave a test swing. A nice "Ching" resounded, and that reassured Twilight that it was sharp enough to cut concrete like butter.
Down the stairs she went, trotting gleefully at the fact that she didn't have to live an eternity like Princess Celestia had. Meeting up with her dead dragon, who was decomposing rapidly and colored grey at the moment. Twilight didn't care, after carrying Spike's twin hybrid children to term, all sense of decency went out of the park. She even remembered birthing them, how motherly instinct took over her, and then she had to give them away to nature under Princess Celestia's word. How could she refuse?
And so, this life was going to suck ginormous pony clitoris. Fucked in the arse like an angry and horny buffalo. Fuck yes, this was going to end all of it! Twilight took the sword and sat it on the floor, she took a deep breath and smiled a big goofy grin. She levitated the sword up high, ready to penetrate her head. Then, an idea swirled into her mind. If she was going to die, why not with fire? A stupid idea for a dumb pony who needed to die.
Twilight ignited the blade, the flame surrounded the sword and it glistened beautifully. With that, Twilight closed her eyes and let the blade pierce through her brain with all her magical might. It severed her skull in half vertically, instantly killing her. The fire seared and cooked the skull from the inside, causing her head to leak brain fluids that dripped over her fur. With life gone, Twilight fell down and let out all the juices to the floor right near the large pool of defecation. The brain fluids mixed with the shit and her brain lobbed out of her socket into the poop.
Her brain began to float in the poop like a floating ball. The flaming sword still lodged into her skull caught fire on the rest of Twilight Sparkle, where then the fire spread from sofa to the entire tree house. All that effort to restore Golden Oaks Library and it slowly burned down once again. The ceiling collapsed onto the living room structure and restored book cases were burning to a crisp.
Sooner than you'd think, the home was collapsing from the burning fire. The corpses of both Twilight and Spike lay peacefully as the debris fell on top of them. Finally Twilight Sparkle is free from the tortures of her life, her head flattened by the heavy wood and Spike getting pulverized by the falling bed from upstairs. The whole place collapsed into a burning crisp.
Big Macintosh stood and watched the burning home, he knew that Twilight and Spike were still in there, but he before he could save them, he saw Twilight's corpse dead on the ground along with Spike. He knew that it was too late, although the very concept of their dead bodies made him incredibly aroused. For the whole duration, Big Mac watched it burn down while stroking his cock furiously like the necrophiliac he was. By the time the ceiling collapsed down onto the earth, he already ejaculated loads of semen over the dirt. He felt sad that a friend like Twilight killed herself so horribly. Yet, the very reality of her suicide made him even more hard from the confusion of it in the first place.
Why would she do it? For what reason would a pony like her throw everything away?
That moment would be saluted with the overwhelming amounts of seed he was putting out. So much gushing, fertile seed that could have sown so many colts and fillies with that mare. If it weren't too late to have conversations and flirts that could have lead to something more.
Well, for whatever reason, this is all he could get at the moment. Stroking away at the dead image that he saw of that Princess, getting fucked hard with that blade stuck in her head. Limp, dead hits into her decaying womb.
To Big Macintosh it was enough.
Farewell Twilight Sparkle
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
