Reforming Spell

Or is it necrophilia? I can never keep those straight.

At any rate, I’d just watched myself die, and I was so turned on you couldn’t even believe it. I took her head in my hooves and kissed her, full on the mouth… it really wasn’t a very good kiss. There’s a reason people take living lovers.

I rolled her over, and Nightmare’s Teeth, she was a mess – she’d burst open, and there were blood and organs everywhere. I spread her legs and hoofed at her sex, massaging it until it started leaking blood. I leaned down and licked at her, squirming my tongue over her still-warm flesh. I reached up and tangled my hoof in a loop of her intestines, and then pulled a whole mess of them out of her belly and onto mine, as I leaned back until I was lying on the ground next to her, squirming in ecstasy as I rubbed her slick, dripping organs all through my fur.

I imagined that I was the one who’d died, and that these were my own organs spread out in a messy heap, as the dragon who’d just disemboweled me loomed over me with dripping fangs…

Eventually, she started to get sticky, and cold, and I shoved her body off in a corner and used a cleaning spell to wash off my fur. No sense getting blood in the mirror pool.