Spike Gets High to Forget The Bad Times

by Top Unf

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike, Rarity, Profanity, Violence, Sex, Death
Length: 1054

Spike is feeling down after being verbally abused by Rarity. Good thing he has his pot to keep him company, but for how long when he hears a knock on his door?

Spike is feeling down after being verbally abused by Rarity. Good thing he has his pot to keep him company, but for how long when he hears a knock on his door?

Perhaps Rarity has a bit more to say to Spike?

Art by Teleph0bia.

Published 2017-12-05 14:10:13 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-05 14:10:13 UTC

Squeezing For Green Lemons

Spike was left alone in his room, the green hash he kept under his pillow the only thing keeping him company. Taking a bit of the kush, he put it inside a pipe, and sucked on it, all the while thinking of Rarity.

As his eyes went hazy, and the world got lighter, a knock was heard at the door. He went over to see who it was, and opened it after a bit of a struggle to reach the doorknob.

“Rarity!” Spike shouted, as he soon found himself gasping in horror as a bat held in Rarity’s magic levitated towards him.

“Oh, Spikey Wikey~” She sang, bashing the bat against his head, his eyeballs popping out of his skull. The lump of his body on the floor becoming a bloody mess of guts, and gore as Rarity kept hitting him over and over again.

“Serves you right for being such a little piece of shit,” Rarity hissed as she grabbed his body, and went to the nearest pond, dumping his body inside to dispose of the evidence.

* * * *

The room was silent as Rarity sat in her room, alone and full of a sense of emptiness. Her choice to kill the being who cherished her most weighed on her mind, as she kept staring up at the ceiling.

“Hmm, it did serve him right.” Rarity spoke to herself, the only noise echoing throughout the room. After what felt like eternity, she got up from her seat and made her way downstairs to the business part of her home.

It too was dark, and felt like it could be a part of another world, one separated from the world Rarity knew. If she could escape from such a existence, it was far too late, her actions were set in stone, and Spike would never return to her again. No longer will she hear his voice, and no longer will she catch him fawning over her.

She sighed, and moved to the door, but before she did, she took a glance back at a couple mannequins in the room. One of them was of a small dragon, specially made for Spike whenever she was making clothes for the young drake.

It made her already troubled mind grow even more frantic, the thoughts whizzing around faster than she could process. A brainstorm had nothing on the state of her sanity, and the state of her being.

She finally departed her home, and stepped hoof outside onto the cold grass of the outside world. It was as if she had just entered Ponyville for the first time, the Ponyville she once knew was different in some way, and she couldn’t quite put her thoughts on why.

“Hmm, perhaps a walk is in order,” She said softly, as she began to walk down the path to the center of town. She took it nice and easy, each step taking a few moments to happen, as they all had purpose and meaning. It was her and the world, her and the path she must walk to a sort of absolution.

As she reached the center of town, after what felt like a lifetime, a thought struck her. “Say, isn’t the zoo in town today?”

She looked off to the side, and saw the lights of the zoo blazing out towards the horizon. She knew what she must do, as she slowly began to walk that way. The ponies out late at night simply watched her as she passed, possibly due to the tears now streaming down her face, the make-up cluttering her like a mask meant to make a pony look horrendous.

The sound of animals became more apparent as she as she crossed a bridge, but instead of answering their call, she instead chose to look over the side of the bridge at the small creak below. The water reflected her visage, showing her just how much of a mess she was. It filled her with hatred, and the hatred reminded her of how she felt for Spike earlier that night.

She had an idea, a wonderfully terrible idea that she must indulge in.

Rarity’s slow pace changed to a frantic run as she made her way back to the pond she dumped Spike in, quickly fishing his body out with her magic. His mutilated corpse smelled like the entire dump condensed into a such a small place, it could create a black hole.

Rarity then dashed towards the zoo, quickly climbing over the fence that stood in her way. She looked to and fro, trying to find the animal of her interest. It was a search that would decide whether or not her deepest fantasies would come true.

As she turned a corner, she saw the neck of an animal the could not be of any other. It was a giraffe, and as she looked it in the eyes, she felt her lady bits growing wet. Jumping into the pit with the animal, she shoved Spike into the cooch hole of the Giraffe, making it scream in pain, but making Rarity scream in bliss.

Rarity then jumped onto the back of the animal, and began to ride her like there was no tomorrow. The mangled body of Spike being forced further and further into the cunny of the giraffe. Rarity’s love bits grinding against the spine of the zoo creature. Her climax was soon approaching, but she had to deny it to relish in the moment.

Spike was completely inside of giraffe, and the hole of the animal would no longer be the same, as it was expanded into something it was never meant to be. The pleasure hole was all spike now, and it was certainly a barb in her side.

“Urraaagh!” Rarity exclaimed as she came a waterfall, falling off to the side of the animal, and soon falling asleep. She did not regret her decision to kill Spike anymore, for her dream had come true, and she will never be the same mare again. Though, she would argue that she had become a better mare.

Author's Note

The saga of Spike and Rarity comes to an end. It started with B_25's masterpiece, but ends with my magnum opus. We all lived happily ever after.