Equestria's Finest Hour

“Mind if I have a go first?” Spike asked, walking to where Twilight was floating and stroking a claw across her flank, drawing some blood “Once you go, there won’t be much left for me to go at.” He the walked around and slowly licked Twilight’s face, “What did you say before, Twi? That I would never get in your holes again? It looks like despite being Equestria’s worst cock-tease, you’re going to die with my sperm dripping from all three. Then I’ll pump another load in each when you’re a cooling corpse too for good measure.”

“I guess so,” Twilight chuckled, eyes unfocused as she went through the situation in her mind and once again came up empty on ways to avoid it, “Hell, just drape my corpse over the fountain in town square and let whoever wants have a go at it. Why the fuck not?”

Herm-1 didn’t speak, though it seemed to be enjoying their banter. It kindly turned Twilight’s plot back over to Spike, turning her over onto her back and laying her against the hard floor. It then released her from its magic, just for a moment to see if she’d stay cooperative. She did, perhaps surprisingly, but Twilight wasn’t planning on giving them the added pleasure of a pointless escape attempt.

“Mmm, been a long time since I was between these legs,” purred Spike, sliding up to Twilight, pushing her hind legs apart and letting both throbbing shafts pulse against her belly. He slid up and down, for a moment just enjoying the heat of that divine pussy. “Alicorn cunt is the best... and you’re the only alicorn in Equestria I haven’t fucked. I even got a go at Flurry’s newborn cunt during her little magic-surge-rape-spree, but not yours.”

“Yeah, that was pretty funny,” chuckled Twilight, “I remember Shining’s face when she had him pinned down riding his dick.” Somehow it was easier to be casual about this when she knew she had no hope of escape. Having a slim hope would have been very stressful, but once Twilight accepted the inevitability, she was quite relaxed.

Twilight spread her legs further, her wings folding out in a wingboner against the floor as she pushed her hips against Spike’s. His twin dragon shafts pushed into her, one sliding her soft cunt lips open as the other popped into her tight little ass. Spike groaned, finding her tighter than the other adult princesses, and immediately working into smooth strokes.

Herm-1 was giving Spike the first go, but wasn’t going to be left out either. It slid up atop Twilight’s face, laying its balls against her chin and its drooling snatch against her muzzle. Twilight reached her forelegs to hold Herm-1’s plot, running her tongue in deep strokes, fishing about in her creation’s foal-factory as she suckled out muzzle-fulls of mutant fuck honey.

Spike began thrusting harder, pounding Twilight’s cervix with one shaft, finally firmly pushing through into her womb. He found it occupied, though the resident was not nearly as put together as in the case of other abortions by cock he had seen. It did jerk against him when he smacked his tip against its body though, so at least it was formed enough to experience agony, which was a relief.

Herm-1 gave Spike a long kiss, then Spike moved his head down its body, licking all the way to its shafts, running his long tongue several times around each and slurping all over them as they squirmed against his face like thick worms. He slid down further and slurped at Twilight’s muzzle, getting a nice gooey kiss from her as well between her laps at Herm-1’s pussy.

“It’s weird,” Spike grunted, “I kind of wish I’d murdered you before you became such a bitch. This doesn’t feel as much like betrayal as I’d like it do. I do still love you in a way though, so that’s something.”

“Mmm-hmm” said Twilight between deep licks, “Ending the life of a loved one is always hotter. I kind of despise you now, but it’s not my pleasure that’s important I guess. In fact... I’m feeling a bit too much, maybe you should give me a good ram with the papercut dildo over on the table there.”

“Not a bad idea,” Spike grunted, slowly pulling free for a moment. “I would enjoy this more knowing you aren’t, though.”

“Oh I assure you I won’t enjoy it!” Twilight grunted, “I’m just being honest; I want this to be the death I deserve.”

The papercut dildo was called such because it had dozens of tiny blades all over it, which basically left you with a hole full of papercut-like cuts after a few good rams. Spike didn’t have to go get it, as Herm-1 took the initiative to float it over to him, so Spike immediately pushed it into Twilight’s pussy, sliding it deep, all the way to her womb, then giving it several hard slams to leave Twilight torn up inside. Twilight cried out at the sudden slicing of her most sensitive flesh, shaking and having to strain to not try and close her legs.

Twilight began to tear up, but raised her rump to offer her asshole to him. She cried out again, giving Herm-1 a nice pussy massage with her screams as Spike rammed it violently into her asshole as well. After a few seconds of that, there was no possibility of Twilight getting the slightest bit of pleasure from this, which was the way it should be.

Spike grinned widely as he tossed the bloody dildo aside, then pushed his natural cocks back inside of her. This time both cunt and ass clenched and spasmed in pain, working his dick so much better than a boring, consenting pussy would. He leaned down and lapped the first of many tears from her face, groaning as he began to push faster still, slamming into her like a jackhammer, driven onward by how her body began to shiver against him, each jab of his cocks now feeling like she was getting fucked with serrated daggers.

“That’s more like it,” Twilight groaned, sounding like she was gargling Herm-1’s fuck juice as she spoke,. “But you never had my genius, what about the salt and stuff I have in the potion case?” She clenched her teeth as if trying to stop herself from giving any more advice, but she was very good at torture, and it was hard for her to keep her muzzle shut about it.

Spike started to move to get that as well, but Herm-1 stopped him with a hoof on his head, pushing Spike’s face back down to its shafts. Spike chuckled as he continued to drench the warm squirming meats in his saliva, yanking one into his maw to work it about his gums, groaning to intentionally send vibrations through it before spitting one out and wrapping his tongue around the other to pull it into his maw. He freely grazed his fangs against the pulsating flesh, which Herm-1 only seemed to enjoy more.

Herm-1 opened the cabinet with its magic, digging through until it found salt, hot pepper, and itching powder. Spike was a dragon, and even the flesh on his dicks was thick, pluscombined with his natural resistances, it wasn’t likely to be more than a vague annoyance to him. Herm-1 moved the ingredients to Spike’s crotch, sprinkling his shafts with them on the outstroke, pushing them into Twilight’s pussy and ass, where they were then ground into the dozens of tiny slits. Twilight finally choked out a proper sob as her agony intensified, both Spike and Herm-1, groaning in delight as Twilight’s misery became more apparent.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Spike groaned between working one of Herm-1’s cocks then the other, “It’s torment for the insufferable cunt’s cunt. By Celestia’s cum-colored coat, you deserve so much fucking worse.”

“Then give it to me,” Twilight groaned, pushing against Herm-1, letting the creature literally ride her muzzle like a dick, barely slobbering out words between the bounces, “Come on Spike... you know you want... to be more violent...both of you! Make this bitch suffer!”

Spike knew she was right; Twilight didn’t get the death she deserved unless Spike could get her to beg to make it stop before her miserable heart ceased beating. As an alicorn, Twilight could take a lot of damage without dying, so Spike could go to town without worrying about her being a peace too soon.

“Oh I’ll do it,” promised Spike, “We’ll make you regret being so hard to kill.”

Twilight wasn’t sure he could; being murdered was so much more invigorating than she had imagined, every nerve convulsing in agony. Even as she sobbed, her horn sparked again, repeatedly attempting to use her telekinesis. It wasn’t to get away though, only adding a pounding headache to her existing torment.

Spike grabbed for one of Twilght’s wings that was stretched out against the floor, the thing that had made the Twilight he loved into this bitch that he was getting the pleasure of ending. He intended on her dying without the blasted things, but first, he twisted it to snap at the middle joint, not stopping until he saw bone poking free through her bleeding flesh. Loving the way Twilight’s rape holes spasmed over his shafts, he twisted another joint to break it there, not ceasing until every joint was bent at gross angles.

He didn’t stop there, further breaking the bones that he had left in half, and soon was literally wading up her wing like crinkled paper, leaving it as a mass of bloody flesh, feathers, and bone shards not even recognizable as a wing. He yanked it upward so that Twilight could see exactly why her wing had become a canopy of pain, grinning at how her eyes widened.

Herm-1 happily took the other wing, though it didn’t have to use its hooves, continuing to stoke Spike’s head with those even as Twilight’s other wing began to snap, crackle, and pop. It made the first few breaks slowly, but as it felt Twilight’s whining from each snap vibrate up through its pussy, it began to move faster. It went the extra mile, not as limited as Spike, and didn’t stop until Twilight’s bones in that wing were virtually powederized, quickly finishing Spike’s wing in the same manner when Spike couldn’t snap it any further.

Spike began to really ram his hips, his upper shaft penetrating deeply into Twilight’s womb, feeling her fetus bounce against his tip with each impact, savoring how it thrashed in pain. He pressed his belly more firmly against Twilight’s, able to feel the writhing of the life he was aborting struggling through her.

“Hey rape monster,” Spike groaned at Herm-1, patting Twilight’s belly, “Assistance?”

Herm-1 reached its magic into Twilight’s womb, grasping the fetus firmly, positioning it so that Spike’s shaft landed right between the underdeveloped hind legs. Spike wasn’t sure if it was a pussy or an ass that Herm-1 forced to stretch over his shaft, but he didn’t care. He shivered as he felt the tiny life convulse its last around his cock, breaking his ‘record’ for foal-fucking age by raping one with a negative age. It didn’t survive long, but the grip of its still-warm corpse around his cock was still heavenly.

Herm-1 groaned finally, its pussy convulsing against Twilight’s muzzle so hard that the clench drove Twilight’s teeth into her gums and breaking her jaw, the sharp pain mixing in with the chorus from every other part of her body. She gagged on blood and honey as Herm-1 flooded her muzzle in orgasmic bliss.

Spike felt Herm-1’s cocks throbbing as it was coming, so forced both of them down his throat at once, choking himself as he forced them down his throat. He swallowed several large gulps, but then went wide eyed as his belly swelled, pulling free before her bursts and letting the rest of the sperm cover his face and drool down onto Twilight, some on her broken bones which made them sting all the worse.

Spike was quick to follow, and though his output wasn’t as impressive, it was still enough to balloon the foal-corpse around his cock until it burst into a wave of cum and gore inside Twilight, then pack enough extra to swell the alicorn’s womb. His other one pumped her intestinal tract full to capacity, adding to the swelling of her gut, replacing the baby swell with a cum swell.

Herm-1 hadn’t stopped with the bone breaking once it got on a roll either. Twilight shrieked and gagged as she felt her legs snap repeatedly, Herm-1 breaking all of them repeatedly and simultaneously, bones and flesh grinding and twisting as they were reduced to the same wadded up mass as her wings.

“Mmmph, worthless little shit,” Spike groaned as he pulled free, “How bout I make you into more literal shit?”

Spike’s cocks throbbed as he moved, tearing at the first wing he had broken. He pulled it apart, flesh, bone, and all, chuckling a bit at how her bloody feathers tickled on the way down. Despite relieving her of the tormented flesh, however, Twilight’s pain didn’t lessen, as if she still had a phantom limb there being repeatedly broken still.

Twilight was sobbing outright as Herm-1 pulled off her face, but still tried to push one hind leg to Spike’s muzzle as he was finishing with her wing, watching as his razor dragon teeth and powerful jaws shredded her flesh and swallowed it down into his shit factory. Twilight had been hoping that Herm-1 would eat her so that she wouldn’t become the crap of an inferior species, but it was no less than she knew she deserved.

Herm-1 stroked Spike’s face gently as he continued to tear into Twilight’s leg. It sat up on its haunches then, tugging Twilight up off the floor, sitting what was left of her into its lap, enormous flesh spears throbbing against her. Herm-1 looked deeply into Twilight’s eyes, savoring the pain and regret that it saw there even as its tips pressed against Twilight’s bleeding holes. Her pussy convulsed, the remains of her foal tumbling around around Herm-1’s cock, but barely had hit the floor when Spike snatched them up, rolling his eyes back at the tender fetus flesh as he scarfed the abortion down as well.

As Spike moved to her second hind leg, systematically devouring her limbs. Herm-1 pushed its shafts more firmly, invading her already stinging pussy and ass in one stroke. Herm-1 felt the salt and spices that were rubbed into Twilight’s inner flesh more than Spike, but it was well worth the agony in her eyes as it began to pummel her, forcing its way deeper with each stroke, slowly inching its entire lengths inside.

“Yes!” Twilight gagged out the words, vomiting up reddish goo in the process, words barely understandable with her broken jaw, “Complete dismemberment; make this disgusting slut into a fuck pillow like I’ve done to countless others!”
“That’s right pain slut,” groaned Spike as he started another leg, “Such a worthless goddess. The only thing your divine body will be doing for the next few weeks is getting corpse-plowed by anypony that wants, and I bet a lot of ponies will. Pinkie could throw a necro-party with you as the guest of honor.”

Twilight wailed as she felt the back of her womb give, along with her intestinal walls, and the double shafts pushed up into her gut, knocking the wind out of her lungs with the first stab. She could practically feel Herm-1’s heartbeat through its rock-hard rape sticks, and it surely could feel her heartbeat as well given that one cock was only inches from impaling it. Twilight tried to dirty talk again, but now every time she did, she just shrieked again.

Herm-1 was loving every moment, leaning down to her face and slurping at her passionately, drinking every salty tear, lapping its own juice off Twilight’s face so it could better see the torment etched on her face.

Twilight could feel nothing but pain now, stinging and stabbing and aching all over, her eyes wide with shock even as Spike was gnawing her last limb off. She felt herself rapidly reaching a point that she never thought she would, even with all her encouragement for them to make her suffer more. She clenched her teeth the best she could with a broken jaw, suddenly finding herself in a fight for the last of her dignity. She couldn’t... fuck... she had to.

“Oh Celestia make it stop!” Twilight finally begged, sobbing and shrieking, “Please finish me off! PLEASE!”

Spike, who was just finishing up with her last limb, rolled his eyes back, his cock throbbing and actually having a minor orgasm from Twilight finally giving up her superiority complex enough to beg for their mercy.

“Fuck yes, beg!” Spike moaned as he came, a puddle forming on the floor where twilight’s distended womb couldn’t hold any more“Plead with me to end your miserable life! Make it good, or I swear I’ll hand you over to Celestia still alive so she can add you to her taxidermy collection right next to that retard Derpy!”

That was a real threat, and it only made Twilight more delirious. If he turned her over to Celestia alive, Celestia would lock Twilight’s soul inside her own body and use her torso and head as still-conscious fuck toys for years, if not centuries to come. Twilight herself had pleasured herself on the conscious cadavers of Sunset Shimmer and other students that failed Celestia in the past. That was the reason Twilight was so keen on dying in an irreversible manner before Celestia found the lab and her.

And as much as Twilight wanted Herm-1 to murder the other princesses next, and it deeply hoped it would, doing so with Twilight trapped in a soul-corpse would mean that the only ones that could finish her off would be dead, and she might remain as one virtually forever. Her soul would never find peace.

“BEG!” Spike repeated when Twilight looked too broken to respond for a moment, “Tell me how sorry you are!”

It wasn’t easy to even speak as Herm-1 impaled one of Twilight’s lungs completely with one shaft, ramming upward into her spongy flesh there, causing her to cough up a bit of blood with each stab. It stung horribly to take in a breath to speak, her whole body shaking with the effort, but she had to. Anything to keep from being hooved over to Celestia alive.

“I’m so sorry!” Twilight spit the blood out of her muzzle as fast as it pooled there so she could speak, “Spike I’ve been a complete bitch! I mean it! I’ve treated you like a cock-tease when I should have been letting you fuck me anytime you want, like a proper son!”

“Mmm, continue,” Spike chrred, helping Herm-1 lick the tears from Twilight’s face as he listened, just enjoying himself and slowly stroking one cock with each claw as he watched her suffer. As Twilight gagged harder, unable to keep up with the blood pooling in her muzzle, Spike leaned in to mockingly kiss her, suckling the delicious alicorn blood from her throat, giving her a few seconds to speak each time before lapping again.

“Spike,” Twilight managed to speak again only due to Spike’s ‘assistance’ with the blood problem, “I treated everypony like my personal science experiments... I didn’t mean to, it just happened over time... and I didn’t realize what a monster I was until... I was being killed by you and Herm-1.”

“Hilarious,” moaned Spike, shivering as he continued to lap.

“Spike, your Twilight is still here,” Twilight begged desperately, “Even if you hate me, surely you don’t want her to be tormented like that?”

“Maybe,” chuckled Spike, “Or maybe that just turns me on more. Like you’ve always said, the more innocent the victim, the hotter the torture is.” He smirked as Twilight looked at him, “You taught me well, now you’re going to reap the rewards of that.”

“But,” Twilight gagged, “I... begged... like you...”

“Don’t care,” Spike grinned wickedly, “I’m making sure you’re alive when Celestia arrives, then I’m going to come back and fuck your preserved and conscious cadaver every time I’m in Canterlot. That’ll be way hotter than fucking Derpy’s every time I’m there.”

Twilight opened her muzzle to beg more, but Spike was done with her, allowing the blood to pool in her muzzle, too weak to even turn her head and let it flow out, slowly suffocating on her own blood. It was worse than that though because, as an alicorn, she could survive even without air for a tremendously long time. Twilight’s natural healing factor was stifled thanks to the horn restraint, but even with that, as long as her brain wasn’t destroyed, it would literally take over a month to finish asphyxiating, no doubt Celestia would have her by then.

Twilight was broken, both literally and figuratively, staring upward with glassy eyes and making no attempt to spit out the blood that was now overflowing her maw, each attempt at breathing only serving to fill her lungs with blood as well. Herm-1 was being careful not to pierce her lungs entirely, knowing that if they were destroyed, her body wouldn’t keep trying to breathe and she’d not get to experience the fun of breathing her own blood.

Spike savored that wonderfully whipped expression, leaning down to lick her face, her eye not even twitching as his tongue ran over the bare open surface. She didn’t even blink as blood splattered from her maw and into her eyes.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” moaned Spike, “Pure abject horror, like you’ve never felt before, and I put it there. I’ll sleep well, possibly cum myself to sleep, knowing that your torture will never end.” He slowly licked her face again, “And if the rape monster here succeeds in murdering the other princesses, it’ll put ME in charge. I’ll put your corpse at the gate of Canterlot as a monument to your failure, and require anyone that wants to enter or leave to fuck you. You might go weeks without a single hole being devoid of cock.”

It was maddening to lay there, listening to Spike as her internal organs were literally blendered by Herm-1’s dual shafts, which writhed about as if to mix her insides up well. She’d never been this helpless or this afraid, her whole life suddenly seeming insignificant by comparison. She’d live many times her short lifespan during her torment, until she likely forgot who she even was. All she’d know is that everyone wanted her to suffer.

Herm-1 squealed like it never had as it finally blew its load into Twilight’s body. It let Twilight lay back on the floor more, lifting up her hindquarters to piledrive its thick cocks into her torn butchered holes. It shook violently as it exploded within her, her gut swelling up more than ever as her whole body expanded, vomiting a geyser of cum and blood even as her belly exploded in gore. Every time Twilight believed that she had felt the most horrifying pain ever, she was proven wrong.

As it yanked its pulsing shafts free of Twilight, allowing more fuck goo to pour from her destroyed holes, it turned to Spike, sharing a moment with him as they kissed deeply and passionately. They playfully rubbed their still solid cocks against each other, Herm-1’s coiling against Spike’s to literally masturbate him with its own cock.

Then then both turned to her and sighed lustfully, each allowing two streams of urine to pour out over Twilight's body. Her gaping chest was turned into a soup bowl of cum, gore, and piss, swirling with yellow, red, and white before it finally overflowed. It sprayed over her face as well, pooling in her muzzle and even against her wide-open eyes.

Twilight no longer cared what they did to her, barely able to even see them beyond the swirling torment filling her. All she could think about was that this was the beginning of her own personal Hell, yet Tartarus would be jealous at such torture. All her great deeds had led her to a dead end of eternal torment.

Herm-1 didn’t want to see Twilight left out, so its horn lit up brightly, energy arcing from its horn to Twilight’s body once more. Specifically, to her clit and nipples, what was left of them anyway, shocking them violently. Her body convulsed as she got one more layer of agony atop the others, thrashing about as her body was forced to orgasm.

She climaxed hard, though very little of what resulted was cum, most of it just more blood pouring out of her gaping wound of a cunt, breasts practically bursting in a wave of gore.

“That’s it, SUFFER,” groaned Spike, “I will NEVER tire of seeing you like this, not years from now, not even centuries from now.”

As for Herm-1, it took one more look at Spike, pointing to him then to Twilight, as if telling Spike that she was all his. It then turned to the exit, unlatching the lab door and slithering out, still covered in the gore of its parents and its creator.

“Right, you probably don’t want to be around when Celestia finds us,” panted Spike, “Or maybe you want to be able to jump out at her properly. I’ll follow your lead whatever it is.” He then looked back at Twilight, “But first... I think you’ve been neglecting your own faithful student. Starlight probably hasn’t even seen you in weeks, maybe it’s time she got a refund for all her time that you’ve wasted.”

Twilight blinked, as if just now remembering she had a student herself. Oh yeah, she had sort of been neglecting Starlight... and wondered what she was up to... aside from constantly dyking out with Trixie, at least.

“You know what else?” chuckled Spike, “Herm-1 needs a better uncreative name, especially since you won’t ever get to Herm-2. How about Rape Monster? Or Monster for short?”