Lesson Applejack

Applejack couldn’t stop shivering as she walked from the barn, made a brief stop at the house for more supplies, then was off to the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse with a saddlebag full of useful things on her back.
Her pussy wasn’t churning quite so much after the walk, but even when she felt sated, she had no regrets for what she had done, and knew that she had to do more. By the time she arrived at the clubhouse, she had convinced herself that they would definitely be there, because it was her fate to murder them all.

In fact it was even better than she had hoped. As she quietly walked up the clubhouse ramp, peering into the window, she saw not only Sweetie and Scootaloo, but Spike as well. Even more amusingly, they were involved in the activity that Applebloom had mentioned previously. Sweetie was on her back, Scootaloo atop her, the fillies facing one another and making out rather hotly. Behind them, Spike was grasping Scootaloo’s blank flanks and thrusting rather eagerly.

From this angle Applejack could see Spike penetrating both their juicy underage pussies simultaneously, the clubhouse full of both their high-pitched moans and the slap-slap of their little bodies colliding. Applejack hadn’t realized that dragons had two shafts, though it did certainly open up some possibilities. This way she wouldn’t have to decide whether to force him to fuck Twilight or Rarity first.

“Well howdy there,” Applejack spoke up, opening up the door and poking her head in. “You kids playin’?” Applejack admired the young forms, not having noticed how hot all three of them were before. They were going to make great additions to the corpse pile.

The threesome was instantly aborted when they realized Applejack was there, the three pushing each other apart and landing next to each other.

“Oh uh, hey Applejack…” Scootaloo stammered, trying hard to look as casual as she could with cunt juice still drooling down her thighs.

“… We’re in trouble aren’t we…” Sweetie Belle sighed, looking down and blushing.

“I’m sorry!” Spike freaked out the most, “I-I swear I don’t normally do this! Please don’t tell Twilight, Applejack, please. A-and I swear I’ve never done this with Applebloom!”

“Why would ya be in trouble? Yer just fuckin’,” Applejack casually asked, but then narrowed her eyes at Spike, “Oh ya haven’t have ya. So my little sister’s pussy ain’t good enough fer ya?”

The three stared at Applejack for a moment, slack jawed.

“Y-you mean it’s… okay if we um… fuck?” Scootaloo finally asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Applejack rolled her eyes, “Children are supposed to experiment when their parts start gettin’ hard or wet.” She then turned a glare back towards Spike.

“I-It’s not like that!” Spike backtracked, panicking in the other direction, “I came onto her loads of times! I mean… she’s super-hot and uh… just like you! … but yeah she didn’t want to. I swear I tried!”

“Oh yeah?” Applejack was having too much fun now, “And who would you say is hottest hm? Applebloom or one of these two pint-sized sluts?”

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle apparently didn’t like being called a slut, though Scootaloo seemed much more accepting of the fact.

“A-Applebloom!” Spike answered without skipping a beat, “Way more! Seriously she could say the word and I’d plow both her holes for hours! But she thought you wouldn’t want her to have sex. Honest!”

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle said even louder, looking a bit cross now, “You said I was the hottest filly you’ve ever seen! You even said I moaned like Rarity!”

“Colts say that to every girl they fuck, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo had a point, “The ‘hottest filly’ part, not the ‘moans like Rarity’ part,” She seemed to be taking the situation the best. She was also the first one to finally bring up the obvious, “Are you okay Applejack? No offense, but you smell like you’ve been rolling in sour milk and don’t look any better.”

“I figured she just had an accident with foul-smelling red paint,” said Spike, happy to change the subject.

Applejack smirked; she had almost forgotten that she was still covered in her previous victims’ blood and various other juices. Especially after dumping Fluttershy’s guts all over her, it would have been impossible for anyone that didn’t know her to identify her fur color. And honestly, Applejack found that she liked looking and smelling like death.

“Somethin’ like that,” answered Applejack, “Anyway ah need you three to come with me, got sort of a surprise fer ya.” She smiled, “Maybe after yer surprise, ah kin make sure Applebloom knows it’s okay and the four of you can have a ‘breaking in Applebloom’ session?”

“S-seriously?” Spike’s cocks were immediately rising to attention again. “That would be awesome! Maybe I can break in all three crusaders after all…”

“Hey!” Sweetie said again, “We’re not just meat to be broken in ya know.”

“And if yer still feelin’ it after that,” Applejack teased, “Rarity and Twilight are there too, and seem to have come to an agreement that a threesome with you is a good idea. Hell maybe ah’ll slip in and make it a foursome. Hell why don’t we all just pile on in there at once!”

“I’d… get… Twilight… too?” Spike didn’t even seem to hear Sweetie when Applejack brought that up. ”As in… getting to cream in her pussy? A-and you wanna fuck me too? Whoa. You da man Spike!”

“So is this all about Spike or do we get something too?” asked Scootaloo.

“Oh ah’m sure there will be enough mouths to keep both of you happy too,” Applejack promised.

“Wow you’re kinda a freak Applejack,” Sweetie Belle blinked, “You’re more like my sister than I thought.”

“Well I’m not complaining,” grinned Spike. “Freak away!”

“Okay,” nodded Applejack, “But one more thing before we go.” She reached behind her and retrieved what looked like a meaty sandwich. A Rarity sandwich to be exact. “Ah got me some exotic meat and wanted to see what ya think of it Spike.”

“Oh um, sure,” Spike said, unknowingly taking the sandwich from her and biting down on it, “Wow, this is really good. What kind of meat is it?”

Applejack shrugged, “You’ll see.”

“Well uh, okay,” Spike shrugged as well and quickly finished off the sandwich.

Applejack turned and brushed Spike’s nose with her tail before turning about and heading out of the clubhouse, the three horny children following behind her. She headed back towards the barn, getting impatient at having to wait for the foals and their little legs to catch up.

The only problem now was that once they all saw the carnage, she couldn’t likely catch all three of them, so she had to do something else. When they got about a hundred yards from the barn, she paused and turned to them.

“Okay, this might sound strange, but ah need you three to do one thing fer me,” Applejack smiled at them, “Uh, gonna take Sweetie Belle with me right now, but the other two of you wait till I motion for you. Then Scootaloo come on over… then when ah motion again Spike should come.”

“Why am I last?” complained Spike.

“Believe me Spike, this will be worth it, just do this one thing fer me,” Applejack assured them.

They seemed to agree, so she started over to the barn with Sweetie Belle. Applejack licked her lips looking down at the filly beside her, unable to resist swishing her tail over and rubbing at the foal’s little pussy as they walked. Sweetie Belle looked at her and blushed, but continued to walk with her.

Once at the door though, Applejack used her tail to give Sweetie Belle a shove into the barn, putting them both out of the sight of the other two still waiting. Sweetie Belle’s eyes fell on the corpse pile, locking on the charred remains of her big sister… not to mention her friend Applebloom still impaled on Big Mac. She took a breath in, but Applejack smacked the little filly across the head before she got the scream out, knocking her over onto the floor. Sweetie Belle got one peep of a squeal out as Applejack held her, before Applejack was able to push a chloroform soaked rag against Sweetie’s face and hold it there.

“Sorry sugar cube,” Applejack apologized as Sweetie was going under, “Ain’t nothing personal against you, just getting’ mah rocks off killin’ foals. Ah’m sure ya understand.”

Applejack tugged Sweetie’s limp unconscious body over towards the corpse pile. Applejack deposited the full saddle bag she had onto the ground, opening it up and pulling out a makeshift leash she had quickly come up with. She latched the collar around Sweetie’s neck, pulling it tight so that she couldn’t pull it off, and latched it with a padlock. Applejack didn’t even have the key for these padlocks anymore, but it wasn’t like she would be freeing them so it didn’t much matter. She attached the leash to one of the supports that were still standing; she wouldn’t be able to go any further than the door.

Knowing that Sweetie wouldn’t be under for long, Applejack went to the door, waving out of it for Scootaloo. The little pegasus trotted towards the barn, clearly attempting to remain casual about what she believed to be an impending orgy. And it was an impending orgy; Scootaloo just didn’t realize that some of the participants would be dead.

When Scootaloo got to the door, Applejack grabbed her by the mane and jerked her inside, causing Scootaloo to yelp in pain. She helpfully faced Scootaloo’s face towards Rainbow Dash’s two halves, the child squealing and starting to take off towards her dead hero. Applejack caught her by the tail instead, moving to push the chloroform rag against her now.

Scootaloo was out like a light, though tears were already forming on her face. Applejack took a moment to lick the delicious tears from the child’s face, then leashed Scootaloo to the same support as Sweetie Belle.

Applejack grinned and took a moment to look at the limp little foals that she would soon be enjoying the deaths of. She then reached a hoof out the door again and motioned for Spike. Excitedly, the dragon ran towards the barn, a large grin on his face and his cocks bouncing about in front of him. No doubt his mind was full of fantasies of him boning every one of them, and Applejack was looking forward to twisting his high expectations.

“I’m here everypony! Time to plow some pus—“ Spike started but cut himself off at the confusing and rather gory situation in the barn. “RARITY! NO!”

Applejack lunged at him, but the surprisingly quick dragon ran out of the way and towards the corpse pile like he didn’t even see the attempt. Tears rolling down his cheeks, and reached down and held Rarity’s head. It was a bit less charred than the rest of her having been on the end, enough for him to tell who it was.

“Rarity no… what happened to…” Spike said and then looked upward to see Twilight, “Twilight too?!... and Applebloom! Everypony! Everypony is dead!” He looked back to Applejack as she approached, “W-why are they dead? What happened?.... um… and why are Sweetie and Scoot leashed and… are they dead too?”

“Nah Sweetie and Scoot will be up in a few minutes,” Applejack said, “But that ain’t what’ll break yer mind tha most. What’ll do that is when you realize where the meat fer that sandwich came from.”

“The sandwich was…” Spike did look rather broken.

“Yep, was a Rarity sandwich,” Applejack confirmed, “Mostly breast meat. Ah mean ah woulda used cunt meat but ah had already eaten some of that and ah wanted there to still be a hole left fer you to fuck.”

Spike doubled over as he gagged, falling down to all fours and looking like he was about to hurl. Applejack lowered he head with his, surprising him with a kiss seconds before he let it go, opening her muzzle so that the remains of the Rarity sandwich were vomited right into her muzzle. She mmm-ed and smacked her lips as she gulped it down, then pulled her head back up and licked her lips.

“Shame on you Spike,” said Applejack, his vomit drooling from her muzzle, “You shouldn’t let food go to waste, especially high quality pony meat.”

Spike looked at her like her head had just started rotating, then immediately leaned down again and vomited the rest of his stomach contents onto the ground. This was plenty of time for Applejack to do what she needed. She slipped a small muzzle over his head, just the right size to allow him to talk but not enough to open his muzzle wide. Twilight had once shared with Applejack the interesting fact that in order to breathe fire, Spike had to be able to open his maw wide before exhaling, so now with any luck she could still hear Spike talk without worrying about his fire. Applejack latched the lock on the muzzle, so that the dragon couldn’t pull it off his head either.

Spike immediately tried to pull it off with his hands, but a slam of her hoof down onto his head knocked him off balance long enough for her to attach the opposite end of the leash to the same pole as the other crusaders.

“You won’t get away with this!” Sprike screamed, trying his best to breath fire at Applejack, but luckily for Applejack the muzzle did its job.

“Sugar Cube, Ah’ve gotten away with seven murders today,” Applejack chuckled, “I think ah kin get away with a few more.” She reached over then and rubbed her hoof against Spike’s shafts, which definitely weren’t at attention any more, “Aw, ya got soft? Is it cause yer disappointed that ya won’t be able to break in Applebloom? Ah ain’t completely sure but I think Big Mac may have taken care of that fer ya.” She booped his nose, “But cheer up, yer still gonna get a threesome with Rarity and Twilight.”

“I’m gonna kill you…” Spike growled, still staring at the corpse pile with tears streaming down his face.

“Well somepody’s gonna kill me before it’s over,” Applejack partly agreed, “Hell ah’ll most likely be violently tortured to death, but it ain’t gonna be by you.”

At this point the two fillies were beginning to come to. Sweetie Belle started crying with a high-pitched sobbing, while Scootaloo immediately started screaming for help. The sounds of children crying and calling for help that would never come... Applejack started feeling herself get very wet once again.

Applejack instead looked to Spike again, speaking loudly, “So Spike, how would you like me to kill them?”

“You better not touch them!” Spike warned, still talking tough even if he was choking on sobs.

“Maybe ah won’t,” offered Applejack, “If you kin get those boners back up and do what ah say, ah might be convinced to let em go.”

Spike opened his mouth, paused to think about it, then answered with a sign, “You’re gonna kill all of us no matter what I do.”

“Yeah, guess there’s no point in lyin’ there,” conceded Applejack. It seemed he was smarter than Fluttershy. “Yeah, ah’m gonna kill every one of ya and get off hard doin’ it… but look at it this way. Look at the bodies… Rarity was burned to death, that’s a terrible way to go… she cooked for over an hour, still alive. Look at Fluttershy… dismembered and beaten like a piñata until she burst… But then look at Big Mac, he was just strangled to death. That’s a rather quick and easy way to go comparatively, isn’t it. And Rainbow; she was ran through pretty fast, which is a gruesome way to go sure, but fairly quick. So… you cooperate, and their deaths will be relatively painless. If yer really good ah may even make yer death painless. You don’t… and we’ll see if they can scream and beg as loud as Rarity and Twilight did.”

Spike gritted his teeth, staring up at her with intense hatred, but nodded slowly.

“Good boy,” smiled Applejack, giving his shafts a teasing rub, “Let’s put Rarity and Twilight belly-to-belly so you can fuck em at the same time. Which of these hot mares should I put on top?”

“Twilight…” Spike muttered, hanging his head.

“Oh? The slave always wanted to bang his master hm?” Applejack pulled Rarity into position, laying her charred corpse on its back. She tugged Twilight’s corpse, which had gotten very stiff by that point, not to mention it reeked. She placed them belly to belly in front of Spike.

“I’m not her slave…” Spike grumbled. “And I just didn’t want to see… Rarity burned like that…”

“You mean to say ‘I wasn’t her slave’, sugar cube,” Applejack corrected him, then patted Twilight’s dead plot in front of him, “Well here ya go, yer two favorite flanks one atop the other. Rarity’s pussy is a bit… eaten, couldn’t help mahself, but should still be enough of a hole to fuck, or you can fuck her ass, whatever. Twilight’s pussy is all there still. She had some wood in her cunt that ah raped her with, but pretty sure Big Mac’s cock pushed that way too deep fer you to feel.”

So far Spike wasn’t having any luck getting himself hard, so Applejack gave him a warning glare, nuzzling at his hands, “Go ahead and jack off if you need.”

Applejack lowered her head to help as well, or maybe she just wanted to see what dragon cock tasted like. She slurped her lips over the top then the bottom shaft, then continued to go back and forth slurping each one down to swallow against the tip before moving back to the other. She smirked as she felt Spike move his claws up to try to pull off the muzzle, but found it securely locked. After a moment he gave up and lowered his claws to each stroke at one of his shafts instead. As he reached throbbing hardness again, Applejack gave his hands a mockingly affectionate lick before coming back up.

“Yer pretty tasty, dragon boy,” Applejack teased, “If ah’d known that, woulda gotten it on with ya before.”

Spike tried to ignore her and placed his claws atop Twilight’s plot, gripping her about her flanks the same way he would have if she were alive and willing, but cringed at the coldness of her dead flesh. He rubbed his hands over it just to try and get used to the chill, then grasped his shafts and attempted to line himself up. He pressed forward, his top shaft pointed at Twilight’s pussy and his bottom at what remained of Rarity’s.

Not only were they cold, but they were quite stiff. It didn’t matter as much with Rarity, as her corpse-cunt was sort of hanging open because of the missing meat, but pushing Twilight open was a bit harder. Spike finally gripped her behind with both hands, jabbing both thumb-claws in as far as he could get them into her pussy and pulled them apart. Her cunt slowly spread with a bit of a dry smack.

“Are you at least gonna bury them?” Spike muttered.

Applejack chuckled, giving Spikes rump another push with her hoof, “Nah, yer all mah rotten fuck toys.”

Spike pushed forward again, somehow managing to keep himself hard as he forced his way into the pair of dead pussies. The inside of their tunnels were sticky, but mostly all he had for lubrication was Applejack’s spit. He felt Applejack encouragingly push at his behind, and began to slowly thrust in and out, forced to defile the bodies of his most beloved ponies.

“Good dragon,” Applejack massaged his behind as he continued to thrust, “Ram those double fuck spires into their cold dead pussies…too bad ya weren’t here when Twilight was alive, I wouldn’t have needed to improvise dildos to rape her if you were there to rape her for me.”

“I… wouldn’t do that,” Spike grunted, even as he leaned forward and really started pounding, the smacking of his scales against their dead flesh growing louder. A bit of his pre began to lubricate the stiffened flesh within the dead mares, his cocks throbbing together. He didn’t want to admit it, but it did feel better than he expected, not to mention the smell of dead pony flesh was tweaking his draconic instincts.

“Why not?” asked Applejack, “Ah mean if she’s gonna be dead anyway, may as well enjoy it. Besides… yer still a dragon and we’re ponies. You would have raped, murdered, or eaten us once ya got old enough anyway, probably all three. It’s yer instinct to dominate ponies.”

Spike didn’t answer, though gave Applejack enough of a glare to know he had heard, but he was too distracted to speak about it. Surprisingly to him, it was much easier to stay throbbing hard inside the tight motionless tunnels. In fact, he was straining not to go off yet, not wanting to let on how good it felt to ‘dominate’ ponies, as Applejack had said.

As Spike pounded his lover and master, the still sobbing Sweetie Belle came towards them as well. She moved to the other side, trying not to think about the act of necrophilia being thrust upon her dead sister, though it was hard as the corpse rocked with Spike’s thrusting motion. She cradled Rarity’s head, leaning over it and weeping, her tears falling onto Rarity’s face and eventually making little puddles in her empty eye sockets.

Applejack grinned over at Sweetie’s touching antics, one of her hooves still massaging Spike’s now rapidly thrusting behind as her other front hoof rubbed into her pussy as she enjoyed the sight. Eventually she dragged Fluttershy’s corpse over so that she could sit on her face and grind her hips that way.

Scootaloo too, very carefully moved over to Rainbow’s corpse, as quietly as she could as if she thought it would help her situation, then just sat on her haunches and stared at Rainbow’s face, the fear and pain of her last moments still etched there. Scootaloo started to cradle her head as well, but then looked over to Rainbow’s other half.

Scootaloo felt her own emotions well up as she looked at the two pieces of her dead hero, and perhaps felt some of the same urges that had started Applejack down this dark path. She sighed and let herself go, taking what she knew would be her last chance to do this. She leaned her head down, kissing Rainbow’s muzzle deeply, lapping her young tongue within to feel Rainbow’s own cold, dry tongue and the dried blood coating her gums.

Applejack suddenly noticed what Scootaloo was having, though her feelings on it were slightly mixed. It was nice to see Scootaloo get into it on her own accord, but she was also a bit jealous that somepony else had apparently had a similar crush on Rainbow Dash. She pushed her jealousy aside for the moment though, comforted by the fact that she would be murdering Scootaloo soon anyway, and reached the hoof she had been masturbating with to Scoot’s little begin instead, rubbing it against the wettening foal pussy.

Surprisingly, Scootaloo rolled her hips against Applejack’s hoof, perhaps too lost in the moment or broken to realize what she was doing. Not only that, she pulled Rainbow’s plot closer, then forced one of her own little hooves into Rainbow’s dried out cunt, making sticky noises as she began to hoof-fuck what remained of her hero.

“Yeah that’s the spirit,” Applejack grinned, “Let’s get this corpse-fuckin’ party started, as Pinkie might say… if ah hadn’t murdered her and all.”

“Twilight… Rarity…” Spike murmured, getting into his own grotesque act and perhaps not realizing that he was speaking out loud “Gonna blow… right in your… right in your cold dead cunts… you corpse sluts…” He lapped his tongue out through the muzzle and ran it across Twilight’s body, surprised at how very good she tasted, shaking as he resisted the urge to chow down on more corpse flesh.

Spike arched his back, whole body tightening up as he expelled his thick dragon sperm into the pair of rotting cadavers, coating the insides of their dried out tunnels with a new slick layer of lubrication. He continued to ram his hips, packing his cum deep, before coming somewhat back to his senses, ceasing his hip motions and blushing like crazy. He slowly turned his head and looked at Applejack as if wondering if he…

“Yeah, you said that out loud,” Applejack confirmed with a grin, patting his bottom. She then moved her hoof to his head and turned him to look at Sweetie still weeping pathetically as she cradled Rarity’s head, “Look at that. Does that make yer instincts burn? Think of how fun it’d be to rape that little cunt as she wept over her dead sister… then snuff out her life so she can join Rarity.”

“W-what!?” Spike blurted out, “No way!”

“You sure?” offered Applejack, “You didn’t want them to die too painfully after all, and if you’re the one killin’ em you can ensure that.”

“N-no way… I couldn’t do that!” Spike shook his head.

“Ah’ll give ya some more time to think about it.” Applejack booped his nose playfully with a hoof, then turned to Sweetie, “Sweetie, come over here. Now.”

“N-no!” Sweetie screamed, hugging Rarity closer still, “You killed my sister! My friend too! Your own family! You’re a monster!”

“Yeah, ah am a monster,” Applejack agreed darkly, standing and moving over to Sweetie, “And who knows what agonies this monster might put you and yer friends through if you don’t do what ah say. Now get yer prudish little flank to yer sister’s other end. Ah wanna see you eatin’ out yer sister and suckin' Spike's spunk outta her.

“But she’s my-“

“Oh don’t even pretend you ain’t sucked sperm outta yer sister before,” said Applejack, “Hell you’ve probably licked Spike’s cum outta her before. Now. Fucking. Get. To. It.” Applejack reached down, grasping hold of one of Sweetie’s hind legs, waiting for the realization of what was about to happen to show in Sweetie’s eyes before twisting it hard and bending it at a grotesque angle until bone jutted through her flesh.

Sweetie squealed, “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” as Applejack dropped her leg and reached for another. When Applejack retreated a bit then, Sweetie dragged herself to the other end with her three remaining good limbs.

Applejack didn’t wait for her to begin before continuing other things. First she pulled Pinkie’s corpse over towards Scootaloo, coaxing the tyke’s bottom up with one hoof and dragging Pinkie so that her grinning face was right beneath Scootaloo’s behind. To her delight, Scootaloo lowered her flanks and started to grind her nine-year-old cunt on the dead face, not even looking down to see whose face she was grinding on.

Instead she continued to hotly make out with Rainbow’s face, “I love you Rainbow Dash,” she murmured to her hero’s corpse, “If only I’d gotten to fuck your hot body while you were alive…” Scootaloo drew her head back with one last lap, then withdrew her fore leg from Rainbow’s pussy with another grotesque noise, instead moving said hoof to Rainbow’s tail-hole, pushing as hard as she could until it popped inside, and starting to hoof her up the ass as she pushed her lips to the dead blue cunt and began to make out with those lips with equal enthusiasm.

“There’s a good little slut,” Applejack complimented her, “Yer a natural little corpse-dyke, ain’t ya.”

Applejack looked over to see Sweetie’s progress as well. She was still choking on her sobs, curled up slightly from the pain of her broken hind leg, but sure enough had her front hooves pulling Rarity’s cunt open further, her muzzle pushed against it. She had a look of utter disgust on her face, as she lapped deep, slurping out the familiar taste of Spike’s cock juice now in her sister.

Suddenly the filly couldn’t take it anymore and lurched, clearly about to vomit. Applejack grabbed the back of her head though, pressing her face harder against Rarity’s cunt so that she hurled right into her sister’s pussy, the excess splattering down her face.

“Messy little girl,” Applejack warned, “Now suck that out too before I snap another of those hot little legs.”

Sweetie paused with a look of disbelief on her face, but when Applejack reached for her other hind leg she quickly went back to it, looking dizzy as she lapped a mouthful of cum and puke from the dead cunt and swallowed it down.

“That’s a good little incest-slut,” Applejack patted her behind and gave a mocking rub across her little pussy as well, then dragged Fluttershy’s face beneath Sweetie. Applejack then grinned as the little one got the idea, starting to grind her own little puss, as not-drenched as it was, against the dead face beneath her.

“You really are a fucking monster,” grumbled Spike from behind her.

Applejack looked back at him, “And yer throbbin’ hard still from watchin’ this.” She hrm-ed, “Ah do believe ah promised you a chance at mah cunt too, Spike, so let’s have a go. Ah don’t wanna pass up a throbbing dragon cock in my soppin’ wet cum hole after all.” Pause. “And ah think we promised you a go at Applebloom too…”

Applejack reached over and finally pulled Applebloom off of Big Mac’s shaft. Having cooled down and dried up while still impaled, she was quite stuck for a bit. Applejack had to yank with all her strength and feared that Mac’s cock would just break off inside her. Luckily for her though, it finally gave, the dead child yanked off the shaft, which remained stiffly at attention. Applejack winked then at Spike, laying back on her own back and spreading out her legs, holding Applebloom atop her.

Spike took a deep breath, noticing that the grotesque smell that had erupted upon Appleblooms disconnection from Big mac was actually quite meaty, once again slowly tweaking the predator inside him. He moved over too Applejack, grunting and trying his best to pretend he didn’t really want to ram into Applejack and her dead little sister.

He slid his hands over Applebloom, looking down at her cunt, which was gaping wide from having hardened around Big Mac’s shaft. Instead of going for it, he coaxed Applebloom’s body to try and turn her over onto her back, which Applejack allowed and assisted with. He then pushed his claws into Applebloom’s ridiculously tight tail hole, taking a few moments to pry the dry hole open as he had done with Twilight’s pussy.

He took one last look up at Applejack, who licked her lips and winked at him. He glared hard back at her, but pushed his hips forward all the same. His lower shaft sank into her soaked cunt, which immediately seemed to slurp him in and start massaging his length up and down. By contrast his upper shaft forced its way into Applebloom’s asshole, feeling the cold flesh scrape across his fuck pole as he penetrated her until his belly smacked against the dead child’s own stiff belly.

“That’s it, sport,” purred Applejack, “Fuck yer friend’s cold dead asshole… and fuck yer killer’s juicy cunt. Feel how soppin’ wet the thought of killin’ you three has made me.”

“Oh fuck off,” Spike grumbled, but all the same began to thrust, both shafts throbbing hard from the start, and feeling the cum start to well up inside him again after only a minute or so. Still he tried to hold it back. His claws seemed to have a bit of a mind of their own though, sliding over Applebloom’s belly and thighs, fingering her gaping cunt, and even sliding around her corpse to grasp at Applejack’s breasts, tweaking against her nipples with his claws.

“Ah think ah kin see what Rarity saw in you, just from yer hands alone,” panted Applejack.

“Yeah that’s… sorta how we started,” Spike reminisced a bit, “At first she liked me massaging her… then one day when I was feeling kinda pent up, I started fingering her with one hand while massaging her with the other. One thing led to another then and… well ended with me belly deep in both her cunt and ass.” He sighed, “Was the first time I had my cock inside anyone.”

“You wanna die with yer cock in her?” Applejack offered. “That way yer first and last time would be with Rarity.”

“Shut the Celestia-damned fuck up about killing us,” Spike growled, “… but yeah… may as well... if I’m gonna die anyway.”

Applejack rubbed the dragon’s head playfully, but her attention was drawn back towards her other victims as she heard a muffled squeal from Scootaloo. She looked over to see Scootaloo, who had pushed Pinkie’s corpse to the side and was now grinding on Rainbow Dash’s face instead, was creaming herself quite hard. Her hot, sweaty body shivered violently, her little cunt visibly convulsing as it splattered juice onto Rainbow’s face. Scootaloo’s moaning was muffled due to her still making out with Rainbow’s cunt, having shoved her whole muzzle inside so she could lick more deeply.

“You gonna move on to another partner now?” Applejack asked over to Scootaloo. “Plenty of other corpses here.”

“Fuck off, you psychotic bitch,” was Scootaloo’s only answer. The little filly readjusted herself atop Rainbow’s face, now soaked with foalish femme-cum, and began to grind again. Her muzzle pulled away from Rainbow’s pussy only to slurp at her stiff nipples for a moment and then begin to make out with her tailhole instead, which had been stretched out enough by then by Scootaloo’s hoofing of it.

Scootaloo really worshiped everything about Rainbow; even her shit hole apparently, and her hoofing had jarred a few things loose. The foal wrapped her tongue around chunks of loose, rotting shit, and smeared the sticky chunks around her gums before swallowing them down. “Fuck yeah, always wanted to do this, to be your toilet,” Scootaloo moaned to her silent hero as she gulped another chunk down. Applejack found that a bit odd, but to be fair, a burning desire to swallow somepony’s shit bricks was no less odd, and certainly more legal, than a burning desire to rape and murder children.

Sweetie wasn’t having nearly as good at time as the other two adorable little victims were. She continued to weep miserably, body shaking with grief and horror, fresh vomit drooling from the corner of her muzzle. Still she forced herself to lick out Rarity’s well-fucked corpse-cunt, her fore hooves grasping about her sister’s cold, charred flanks as she licked and smacked loudly. She still sat atop Fluttershy’s face, though her foal cunt looked rather dry and she had ceased grinding her hips.

When she realized Applejack was looking at her, Sweetie jumped a bit and began hurriedly grinding herself against Fluttershy’s face again, though the grinding was obviously putting pressure on her broken leg. Though Applejack noticed that the hole she was licking out was relatively clean, glistening a bit inside with Sweetie’s saliva.

“Go ahead and eat out her ass too, Sweetie,” Applejack told her, “Then when that’s clean, go ahead and start on Twilight too.” She raised her voice then a bit angrily, “But don’t you dare let me look over there agin and see you not grinding that hot little underage pussy against somepony’s corpse, or ah swear ah’ll rape ya with a shard of glass.” Applejack’s expression softened, looking back up at Spike then, “You about ta fill mah pussy full, lover boy?”

“No,” said Spike gruffly “I’m about to blow my load in Applebloom’s tight little ass; even dead she’s a better fuck than you. Your whore cunt is just getting lucky.”

“Well ah kin certainly appreciate a preference fer dead fuck holes over living ones,” Applejack teased, then leaned up and whispered, “But don’t you lie, ah feel how hot and throbbing the one in me is. Yer tryin’ to pretend ya don’t wanna cum in me cause ah murdered yer favorite fuck and the closest thing to a mother you’ll ever have, but you’d plow mah well-muscled plot fer hours given the chance.” She licked Spikes face as he growled, “But do feel free ta talk dirty to mah dead little sister as you blow yer load in us.”

Spike rolled back his eyes a bit, and it was unclear if he heard everything she said, but all the same he did what she wanted, “Yeah that’s it, serves you right Bloom you little prude. Refused to put out for me… refused to put your body to use pleasuring males like every female should… so now I’m fucking your tight, dead little ass. How you like that, you little cock tease?” His body tensed up, “Fuck yeah take my cum up your dead shitter… and you take my cum up your whore pussy, you psychotic cunt. I only wish I was fucking your corpse too!”

Spike’s cocks jerked violently, flooding them, painting their insides with a thick coat of dragon sperm, maybe even a bit more than he had blown out in his first load. Applebloom’s ass was lubricated again with dragon sperm, the dry dragging noise of penetration becoming sloppy and wet again. Likewise his cum mixed with Applejack’s fuck juice, warming her up with his surprisingly hot cream filling, making her arch her back and moan, gripping the dragon in her hind legs and feeling his hips continue to buck as he packed them both full.

What’s more, Spike finally couldn’t overcome the delicious smell of dead pon, managing to rip a strip of meat from Applebloom’s face and scarfing it down ravenously even as he creamed in her corpse. He didn’t catch what he was doing until he had swallowed down several chunks, barely chewing, and left a hole in Applebloom’s face down to the bone.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Applejack groaned, “Yer a hot little dragon in more ways than one, lover boy. Twilight must have been nuts to never let you cream up her cooch.” She slurped at Spike’s mouth through the muzzle, and to her delight and surprise, he kissed her back at least briefly, even sharing the chunk of meat he still had in his maw. “Ah see that hunger finally got the better of you. So was this the first time you ever fucked a set of sisters?”

Spike grunted and blushed a bit at his loss of control as he pulled his cocks out of the two holes with a slurp, “Uh no… Rarity took me to the spa like a few weeks ago as a present for helping her out with some things. She paid for me to get the ‘full service’ so I got to fuck those um… I forget their names, the twin prostitutes at the spa. They took turns eating Rarity out while I fucked them, was pretty hot. Actually… Rarity helped me get around quite a bit after my first time with her.”

“Oh?” Applejack smirked, “If ah remember correctly, the ‘full service’ is only for adults. And get around?”

Spike grunted, “Well they’re not supposed to for someone my age no… they charged extra.” He grinned, “Yeah you might be surprised how many notches I have in my bed post now, so to speak. Mares and fillies too. Rarity says… I mean Rarity said that it was cause I’m a guilt-free source of pleasure, since mares can take my cocks bare on a whim and still not have to worry about getting knocked up. I think it’s more that I have two cocks myself.”

“It’s probably a bit of both,” smirked Applejack, before adding, “And that’s quite an interesting philosophy ya got there. What was it you said? That females should always use their bodies to pleasure males?”

“I didn’t mean it like that uh… I mean,” Spike stammered.

“Course ya did,” Applejack chuckled, “Ya can’t lie to me, lover boy. Don’t worry, ah’m impressed ya have such a… rape-tastic way of lookin’ at mares already at yer age. It’s very mature of you.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard a mare that was okay with… well mares being raped,” commented Spike.

“Eh… maybe,” shrugged Applejack, “Ah’ve been raped a few times, before ah got my strength up enough that I could shrug em off. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You… have been?” Spike tilted his head.

“Lover boy,” Applejack chuckled, “Ah doubt any mare gets through life without getting’ pounded against her will at least a few times. Most stallions have a hard time takin’ no fer an answer. They can’t help it; it’s just their nature. Stallions are driven by their cocks and not much else; that’s why mares are usually the ones in power and stallions are generally treated as intellectual inferiors. It’s also why there’s a law against stallions becoming alicorns unless they’re willing to go through some mind-clensin’ and very painful gender-shifting magic. Ah think that princess whats-her-name… Candice? Candy? … Cadence! That was it, yeah she was a he before she got ‘promoted’.”

“Yeah well ponies may work that way, but I’m no idiot,” Spike grumbled.

“Of course ya aren’t,” Applejack said, tapping his still throbbing cocks with her hoof, “So have ya considered mah previous offer, lover boy? Wanna rape and murder yer little friends over there?” She slowly started to stroke his shafts up and down with one hoof, “Just imagine… cramming yer cocks into their still, coolin’ bodies, knowin’ that you were tha reason they were dead. The offers only on the table fer a little bit longer, and ah’d really like to see mah hot little predator in action.”

Spike was just dense enough to not realize that he was proving her point about stallions when he answered rather enthusiastically, “Fuck yeah I want to!” Then more quietly, “Uh… you didn’t want to do it yourself?”

Applejack smirked, “Gettin’ you to do it makes me just as responsible, ya little corpse-stuffer.” She removed her hoof and started rubbing Applebloom’s stiff plot against him, causing his hips to twitch a bit.

The two looked back over at the fillies to see how they were faring.

Scootaloo was still obsessing over Rainbow’s cadaver. In an apparent effort to be even more of a toilet, she had managed to open up the dead pegasus’ behind even more, pushing both hooves into her and stretching out her anus as far as she could. Scootaloo could stick half of her head into the gaping hole at that point, getting to one last chunk of shit that hadn’t expelled itself, a rather large one, and pulled it out with her muzzle, sucking loudly on it like it were chocolate ice cream.

The crazed little shit-eater moaned when she was able to retrieve a full brick of Dash-crap, her body rocking and hips tightening up as she came on Rainbow’s face once again. She took the slimy chunk of shit, still soft and gooey enough for her purposes, and smeared it eagerly all over her face, giving herself a green-ish brown mud-mask, even rubbing it into her own eyes. She enthusiastically licked one of her shit-caked hooves clean as she used the other to rub at her crotch, pushing more excrement up into her pussy, mixing with her cunt juice and coating her inner walls as she practically rammed her hoof right up inside herself.

Scootaloo was so into living out her fantasy while she still could, that it wasn’t clear if she even remembered that she was about to be murdered. She moaned loudly again, pushing her hoof further into herself and she shoved her face back into Rainbow Dash’s gaping anus, desperately fishing around with her tongue for more scat.

Scootaloo’s shit-covered state was probably the main thing that made Spike look at Sweetie then instead. Sweetie still wasn’t having a good time at it. She was grinding her little pussy against Fluttercorpse still, though it didn’t look like she had even come close to creaming herself. She wept bitterly as she lapped deeply into her big sister’s asshole, tears smeared against Rarity’s plump behind, bits of burnt flesh rubbing off on Sweetie’s face as she did so.

She jerked and squealed when Applejack gently touched her back, as if she thought she was going to be murdered right then, making Applejack grin widely before winking at Spike and patting Sweetie’s behind as if to say ‘Go for it, stud!’

Spike breathed deeply, his expression screaming ‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this’, but all the same moved forward towards Sweetie, gently lifting her cute little plot off of Fluttershy’s face and rubbing his claws all over her, digging his claws in just a bit more than he usually would. He groaned as his stomach actually growled in anticipation. Sweetie jerked again at the touch, then let out a little ‘huh?’ noise as she turned and realized it was Spike.

“Spike?” Sweetie looked at him pathetically, ears down, “What are you doing? This is really, REALLY not the time!”

“I don’t remember asking your permission, meat-cunt,” Spike growled, yanking her tail up hard with one hand and letting her feel his dual shafts throb wantingly between her plot cheeks, “Now stuff that face in Twilight’s cunt while I rape you. Rarity’s already clean enough.”

“Spike, I said I didn’t want to…” whimpered Sweetie, as if she thought somehow not wanting to would keep him from fucking her.

“What’s your point?” Spike was getting into it quickly, much to Applejack’s delight, “Didn’t you hear me say ‘rape’ instead of ‘fuck’?” He forced her hind legs apart, ,jarring her broken one in the process, “Or should I let Applejack know that you need more ‘encouragement’ to be a good cock-warmer?”

“I-if you don’t stop… I’m gonna tell my sist—“ Sweetie instinctively threatened before stopping herself.

Applejack laughed, “Have ya forgotten whose dead fuck holes you’ve been giving a tongue cleanin’, sugar cube? Now do what he says before ah decide he’s not puttin’ you through enough agony.”

Applejack settled back on her haunches to watch the show, casually rubbing her cum-drooling pussy with one hoof as her other slipped over to rub into Scootaloo’s. The scatty little filly was still too lost in the moment to complain, and ground herself happily on Applejack’s hoof as she continued.

Sweetie Belle turned to obediently press her muzzle against Twilight’s pussy now, first licking the drippings of dragon cum that decorated her stiff lips before pressing her muzzle firmly against the hole and ‘kissing’ it deeply, pushing her tongue into the chamber full of more Spike cum, though by now it was just as frigid as the corpse it occupied.

“Too late now, cunt, you took too long,” Spike growled, grasping one of Sweetie’s forelegs and twisting it behind her back, craning it further and further back even as he pushed his shafts forward and pushed open her hot little pussy and ass.

As Spike penetrated his friend that he had fucked at least a dozen times before, he could already feel that it was different. The way her pussy and ass both clenched unwillingly against his forced entry, the subtle differences between how consenting and nonconsenting fuck holes milked his cocks, and the way her body squirmed in fear and pain rather than desire… it was all so new, so wrong, yet so very hot. He smacked his belly against her, pushing fully inside, and began rapid thrusting as he pulled her leg back further.

“No! No! I’m sorry! Please don’t!” Sweetie begged right before her leg snapped with a very audible cracked, Spike leaning forward to run his tongue over the shards of bone and torn flesh, nursing her delicious blood from the wound as he continued to ram his hips.

Sweetie wailed as her new limb was broken, shaking as she made herself move back to Twilight’s pussy, lapping deeply as she was repeatedly pushed against the corpse, trying her best to avoid any more pain from now two tormentors.

“Fucking hell, this is sweet!” Spike couldn’t help but blurt out, moving about to rape her deliciously unwilling holes from every angle he could, savoring how his shafts rubbed around her insides. If he hadn’t already came twice, he would have already blown his load here. “I’ve never felt like this before… how the fuck do the same slutty fuck holes feel this much better?”

“Yer getting’ the idea, lover boy,” purred Applejack, “Ah bet ya wish you had been here ta rape Twilight now.”

“Fuck yeah, woulda raped her screaming!” Spike groaned, “And Rarity too! With how hot her pussy felt willing… holy fucking shit I can’t even imagine how it would feel with her squirming in agony!”

“Oh really?” chuckled Applejack, “Ready to betray the pony you love so easily?”

Spike groaned, “Oh fuckin’ stop it; it has nothing to do with that, and everything to do with… if a pony’s gonna die anyway, may as well enjoy that writhing body while it’s still warm! Don’t you agree Slutty Belle?”

Spike bent the broken leg back further as if to emphasize, and continued to lick at it, holding it with one claw as the other wrapped around Sweetie’s plot, gripping her and scratching into her only partially developed breasts, massaging them like he knew she liked, only with claws bared this time to make her squirm more.

Sweetie Belle continued to lap hard into Twilight’s pussy, perhaps too afraid to answer Spike either way, though it was likely she wanted to tell him she wasn’t a slut, even though he knew that she totally was.

Spike groaned, rolling his eyes back and arching his back, his claws dragging back to her behind, digging into her flanks where her cutie marks would be if she had been allowed to live long enough to get them. She squeaked at the feeling of his claws poking through her sensitive flesh; it felt like she was being stabbed with needles, trying hard to hold her behind stable, afraid his claws would drag through her flesh if she wasn’t perfectly still. That didn’t stop her insides from churning though, instinctively milking her rapist as if even her fuck holes preferred brutal rape to love-making.

“Fuck Sweetie,” Spike moaned, “I’m gonna cum harder than I ever have. T-then… t-then…” Even in his excitement it took Spike a few attempts to get his next words out, “Then I’m gonna KILL you and feast on your well-fucked corpse! Here… it… comes…”

He groaned out loudly, body shaking more violently than with either of his two previous orgasms, practically convulsing as he expelled his thick cum into Sweetie’s hot cunt and asshole, continuing to hammer his cock into her as if to pack his sperm as deeply into her little womb and intestines as possible. He screamed like a girl in orgasmic bliss, and even after his throbbing cocks had expelled enough load to swell her little belly visibly, he continued to thrust into her.

Sweetie felt herself loaded fuller than she had ever filled her, but was more interested in what he said would happen afterward, begging, “Spike please don’t kill me! Please I don’t wanna die! Spike please no… please don’t… Spike I’m scared… don’t make our last moments together… you killing me…”

“Shhhh,” Spike was actually a bit gentle then, leaning forward and suckling at her ear as he whispered to her, “I’m doing you a favor Sweetie, this won’t hurt nearly as much as if Applejack were to do it.” He gripped her ear with his maw as she continued to shake it ‘no’, “Shhh… just relax, I’ll take away your pain… “

“I-I love you Spike…” Sweetie pleaded. “At least stop raping me while you do this…”

“I love you too,” Spike whispered in return, “So trust me, just relax… let death’s peaceful embrace overtake you…” He wasn’t about to stop raping her though; he wanted to feel what it was like to be inside a filly as she died.

Sweetie was about to continue her begging, but she felt Spike’s claws grip about her neck, one then the other, and squeeze tightly, cutting off her air. Even as he continued to slowly thrust, he squeezed harder and harder. She squirmed beneath him for a bit, which only served to make him moan and thrust just a bit harder. Finally her chest stopped heaving and her body slowed down, the child seeming to accept her fate, doing as he said and just relaxing as death overtook her. This wasn’t such a bad way to go…. At least he wasn’t’ eating her alive, right?

But just as she felt herself about to drop into unconsciousness, his claws suddenly loosened their grip, allowing her to once again take in a deep breath, lungs heaving several times as she took in as much air as possible.

“This isn’t right…” Spike trailed off, though his hips hadn’t stopped their somewhat slower thrusting, “I-It’s not right…”

“Aw,” Applejack chuckled from behind him, “Lost yer nerve? Ah was wonderin’ if ya might.”

“Hardly,” Spike took a deep breath, pulling himself back up off of Sweetie.

Spike took Sweetie gently by her good hind leg, turning her around slowly, his cocks finally popping free of her as he did so that his sperm dribbled free from her well packed holes. He turned her over fully and stared into her eyes, sliding a hand over her belly as he pushed his cocks back inside, each in the opposite hole as before. Even as he did this, Sweetie looked up at him. Even if it meant she would die more horribly by Applejack’s hand, it meant something to her that he hadn’t been able to go through with it.

But then his face twisted into a predatory smile, licking his lips, “I’m the predator… you are my prey. It’s not right for me to care about whether you suffer as you die… no… I want to see the agony in your eyes as I eat you alive.”

“But Spike I…”

“Shut up,” Spike cut her off, “The fuck meat doesn’t have a right to complain. Why should I care about what my FOOD thinks? On the contrary… nothing would get me off more right now than hearing your moans of agony as you DIE screaming.”

Sweetie’s expression had changed to one of abject terror as she saw Spike’s eyes practically gleam, his stomach growling loudly as he licked his lips. “N-no Spike! Oh Celestia no I don’t wanna be eaten alive, that’s horrible!”

“With this muzzle on, I’ll have to take smaller bites,” Spike said, “But that’s fine, it will drag out your suffering longer.”

Spike leaned down ravenously, and Sweetie was already screaming like a maniac before he even bit down. First he yanked her leg that he had broken up where she could watch as he bit down at the broken joint and tore a delicious chunk of her flesh away, blood splattering on her wide-eyed, terrified face as he did.

“Might want ta keep her face intact,” Applejack helpfully suggested, “It’s fun to see what sort of terrified expression freezes on their face as they die.”

Spike nodded as he gulped down the first chunk of flesh, then leaned down again, this time pulling off a long strip of meat from her lithe limb, gnawing it down, staring deeply into her eyes and indeed savoring her expression as he did. He began to take slow but violent thrusts into both her fuck holes even as he pulled up her good front leg, dragging his fully extended claws down her leg, slicing the flesh into ribbons, then licking it up and down and beginning to violently rip strip after strip away, tearing her leg to the bare bone like a school of ravenous piranha.

“Spike it hurts so bad!” Sweetie managed to get out between shrill screams, “Please strangle me! Break my neck! JUST PLEASE LET ME DIE!”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Spike moaned, “Beg… beg for mercy! Beg for death! Fuck Sweetiie… if I knew what this was like I would have gutted you all alive ages ago!”

Her begging for mercy made his cocks throb as hard as if they hadn’t had relief for a week, and his thrusting grew faster. He pulled her good hind leg now, pulling it hard, nearly popping it out of the joint so he could get it where the wide-eyed, dying filly could watch. He ripped as large of a slab as he could from her thigh, bit of meat and gore splattering over her body as he shredded her apparnt from thigh to hoof. Once the meat was nearly gone, he twisted and snapped the leg off at the knee join, suckling on the bloody bone in front of her and slurping his long tongue about it to get the last bits of meat.

“Fucking hell, Applejack, you were so fucking right!” Spike groaned as he began ripping meat from the broken hind leg as well, “I would have eaten you all once I got old enough to realize how good this feels.” He continued to rip out chunks and swallow them down whole between words, “Even Twilight and Rarity… they would have died screaming for mercy just like this tender little meat cunt!” His gut was swelling, yet he continued to scarf down more raw Sweetie meat, “Ponies are for eating and females are for fucking!”

“And female ponies are fer both,” Applejack chuckled, “There ya go, now yer thinkin’ like a proper dragon.” It was actually adorable to her to see the little hatchling embrace his natural instincts so completely before she slaughtered him too. It was like seeing a foal’s excitement at earning their cutie mark.

Sweetie Belle’s screeching as she watched her body ripped apart had even knocked Scootaloo out of her rabid Dash-fucking, shit-eating daze. She was now staring at Sweetie and Spike, unable to look away. Humorously, her little hindquarters continued to grind on Applejack’s hoof, as if she was so surprised that she forgot to turn that off.

“Oh my Celestia,” Scootaloo’s voice sounded hollow, “I-is that gonna happen to me too?”

“That’s up to Spike,” Applejack winked at her, ruffling her mane a bit as she might do in a less gruesome situation, “You better get as much lovin’ in on Dash’s corpse as ya kin before it’s yer turn to die screamin’.”

Scootaloo actually nodded at the suggestion, “Yeah I should…” She moved her rump back to Rainbow’s face, which was now drooling with foal juice, grinding on it again. She cycled about, alternating between eating out Dash’s pussy or ass, or slurping at her stiff breasts. She picked up a chunk of lung that most likely had belonged to Rainbow Dash, rubbing it against her little cunt as well.

Of course the real show was still Sweetie Belle, still screaming her lungs out, “No! No! Kill me! KILL ME! Oh Celestia how can I not be dead after all this?”

It was actually pretty impressive that she was still alive after Spike had skeletonized all four of her legs, bones covered in teeth marks. Perhaps it was because Spike was really moving so fast, but at this point Spike was patting his belly as if it were full. Still, Sweetie was still alive, and he didn’t want her to have any respite before her death, he wanted her to die with his teeth ripping out her delicious flesh.

Spike dragged his claws up and down her tender body, looking directly into her wide eyed, wanting her to know how much he was savoring every second of her agony. He dragged his claws up from just above her well-raped cunt up to close to her neck, back and forth until the flesh started to split. He then pulled the two halves apart, inching his fingers inside to get a better grip, then pulled outward, her chest cavity opening with a chorus of crackling as many of her ribs snapped.

Spike stared at the organ buffet, his hunger rising once again at the sight. Such a new sight, but it just felt right for him to be staring into the chest cavity of a dying foal. He gripped at her hips again, cocks throbbing hard as he sped up his thrusts, her juicy pussy and ass squelching wetly from the movements. He could now actually see the action from her insides, the shape of his cock bulging out her fuck-tunnel and intestines with each thrust. Both cocks were shooting pre profusely, but he was desperately trying to hold it. When he did cum, he wanted it to be inside Sweetie’s freshly-murdered corpse.

He lowered his head, wrapping about what he assumed was her stomach, tearing it free and pulling it up so she could see it. He bit down, the stomach’s contents oozing out of either end before he turned back his head and scarfed it down. He moved on to her bladder, playing with it for a moment in his claws before turning his head up and holding it above him, drinking Sweetie’s fresh urine straight from the tap. Once it was emptied, he gobbled it up as well.

“How am I still alive…” Sweetie continued to lament, though at this point was gurgling more than screaming. “I just want to die… is that too much to ask?”

Spike fished out a few more organs that looked not entirely vital, gnawing messily on her spleen and liver as he consumed them, then yanking up a thick strand of her intestines, holding it in his hands and feeding it into his mouth, slurping it up like a thick noodle. He even ripped out her undeveloped womb, his own cream drooling down his face as he ate it like a delicious pastry. He left enough tunnel and intestine, though, to make sure her corpse could still be fucked properly.

Looking down into Sweetie’s eyes then, he could tell that she was literally seconds from passing on. He grinned at her last time, then quickly ripped the child’s delicious heart right out of her chest. The last thing Sweetie ever saw was her heart still beating in Spike’s muzzle, as death finally took her.

As soon as the act of rape became an act of necrophilia, Spike groaned and arched his back, blowing his load hard once again. Thick ropes of dragon splunk squirted from the end of what was left of her fuck tunnel and intestines, splattering all over her remaining organs and drooling from the gore. He then yanked his cocks free, leaving Sweetie there on the ground like a used cum-rag.

“You know Applejack,” Spike offered, “If you kept me alive, I could help you… as well as chow down on some of your victims.”

Applejack shook her head, “Sorry, lover boy, ah know what you’d do. You’d tie me up the first time ah slept and then do to me what you just did to Sweetie, or something like it.”

Spike grumbled, but admitted, “Actually yeah, that’s exactly what I was planning.” He then turned to Scootaloo, “And you, don’t think you won’t die in agony just cause I’m full and you’re covered in corpse-shit.”

Scootaloo appeared to be ignoring him, head half-way into Rainbow’s pussy at the moment. Spike growled at Scootaloo’s refusal to take her turn being murdered by him, and reached to pull her away from Rainbow.

But it seemed that Scootaloo was paying more attention than it seemed. As soon as Spike got within range, he took a sudden hoof to the face from Scootaloo. Applejack didn't move to stop the sudden struggle for who gets to off who; this could get interesting.