Non-Consensual Psychotropic Ovary Pounding
"You're going to eat your sister, Rarity."
Author's Note
Green Eggs and Slam (feat. Cemetery Rapist)
"You're going to eat your sister, Rarity."
It was a beautiful day in Ponyville. The Sun was out, the birds were chirping, and Spike was on his way to see the love of his life: Rarity.
Well, he hoped she would be the love of his life. He hadn’t asked her yet, but he was as confident as could be. After all, what reason would the town’s resident fashionista have for refusing to accept his proposal?
The two had been dating for months, and he figured it was finally time to pop the question.
With a little ding, the door to Carousel Boutique opened, and Spike waltzed inside. Rarity was waiting for him in the lobby, her little sister by her side. “Why, hello, Spike! I wasn’t expecting you!”
Spike hugged Rarity, his heart pounding as he did. What he was about to ask her would be the toughest thing he’d ever asked anypony. Lowering himself to one knee, he took Rarity’s hooves in his claws. “Rarity, you are the most special pony in my life. These last few months have been bliss. … Will you marry me?”
“O-oh my goodness…” Rarity blushed, recoiling a bit. “I-I’ll have to think about it for a bit.”
Spike’s heart dropped. “What?”
“It’s just so sudden, Spike,” Rarity explained. “I just need some time to—”
“Bitch!” Spike shouted, raising a claw and slapping it across her face. It left a red mark, but that wasn’t enough. Going back with his other claw, he left a few clean scratches on her cheek. “I’m not going to take ‘no’ for an answer!!!”
A few feeble punches to Spike’s side made him aware of Sweetie Belle trying to intervene. With one swift punch through the weak filly’s eye socket, she was dead, her brain matter coating her sister’s face. Rarity tried to let out a scream, but he cut her off with another swift punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of her.
“Shut up!” Spike yelled at his newly abused mare. “I am going to make you mine if it’s the last thing I do.”
The battered mare could do little as Spike picked her up in a heap, tossing her onto her counter belly-first so that she was facing away from him. “W-what are you going to do?”
“It’s not about what I’m going to do,” Spike warned her. Using his free claw, he picked up the deceased corpse of Sweetie Belle, tossing it up onto the counter next to Rarity. “You’re going to eat your sister, Rarity.”
“W-what?!”
“Eat her!” Spike shouted, smacking her flank. “Or I’ll personally rip your clit off and suck it down like a gummy worm.”
Tears flowed down Rarity’s cheeks as she hesitantly dipped her hoof into the goopy mess that had once been Sweetie Belle’s skull. What had once been her eyeball was now nothing more than gooey, white mush. Blood had mixed with her brain tissue to form a strawberry-sauce looking liquid. She would never admit it to Spike, but her sister actually looked quite appetizing.
The most remarkable part about Sweetie Belle’s demise had been how her teeth had become mixed in with everything, giving her mashed up skull its own sort of chocolate chip chunks.
Finally, the hunger grew to be too much, and Rarity licked her lips before diving headfirst into her sister’s corpse. The pony chewed at her sister’s brain matter like beef jerky, trying to tear away pieces bit by bit as the overwhelming taste took control of her.
“Heh, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my best dish yet,” Spike chuckled, grinning. The dragon had made a lot food for his marefriend over the years, but this was by far the best he had prepared for her. As she ate away at it in delight, he lowered his face down level with her tight pucker.
With no hesitation, Spike tongue punched her fart box, sending waves of pleasure through the alabaster unicorn. Her moans only served to turn him on further, and the sounds of her chewing caused all four of his penises to grow erect within seconds. He could have sworn he even heard her break a few of Sweetie’s teeth between her own.
Just the thought of his beloved Rarity gently chewing on her sister’s eyeball before sucking the whole thing in like a tasty testicular treat was enough to make him raise back up. Spike gently positioned two penises each at her entrances, and without a second thought, slammed them forwards.
Rarity’s pained yelp at the loss of two virginities at once wasn’t lost on the dragon, nor was the fact that her anus had been torn to shreds by his quick entrance. The copious amounts of blood pouring out of her abused asshole served as excellent lube, giving him the freedom to thrust heartily.
Soon enough, the pleasure grew to be too intense, and with one last slam, he hilted himself inside of her and came. Hard.
Unfortunately for Rarity, she began to learn that a dragon’s cum was far different than that of a traditional stallion. The sulfuric properties of his semen began to take effect, melting away Rarity’s insides as she screamed in agony. All the while, she still found herself unable to stop her consumption of Sweetie Belle.
With her dying breath, Rarity cried out, “This is the best date I’ve ever been on!”
It had been months since Spike had finally sanctified his relationship with Rarity in the eyes of God. Her death had been tragic, but the resulting twins spawned from her remains had grown to be quite beautiful.
With a smile on his face, Spike finished bottling up the last of his late wife. She would make fine food for his children. It didn’t take long for him to round up the foals, and as he held a bottle to each of their mouths, they began to suckle away happily.
“God damn does it feel good to get laid,” Spike said. "I love my life."
THE END.
