Spiking the Punch

Applejack arrived first in the kitchen, stopping to prop the door open, not wanting her other friends to miss out if they wanted to watch Rainbow die. Rainbow rolled her hips as Applejack dragged her, rubbing her pussy against her broken hind leg. That was the closest she could do to masturbate while anticipating her doom.

Hefted onto the countertop, Rainbow sprawled out the best she could with most of her limb use gone. She grinned at Applejack as she saw her searching the drawers for a nice sharp knife.

“Can’t believe you thought it’d be you up here,” Rainbow taunted, then became more serious. “But you know, thanks for doing this.”

“Heh, well,” Applejack blushed as she pulled a long carving knife from a drawer. “Truth is, ah’ve wanted ya dead fer a while.”

“Really?” Rainbows eyes were wet with emotion. “Damn it, you’ll get me acting all sappy!”

“It’s true though,” Applejack shrugged and blushed more as she dropped the knife between Rainbow’s mangled hind legs. “Thought about it several times, but never did it.”

“Why?” asked Rainbow, then moaned as Applejack stomped hard on her rib cage, one of her ribs gave with a sickening crack.

“Why?” shrugged Applejack, stomping several more times. “Not sure ah have time ta list every reason. It’s sorta a long list.”

Rainbow groaned with each strike, and Applejack didn’t stop until all her ribs were shattered. Rainbow couldn’t move without feeling pain now, so she writhed about to feel as much of it as possible.

“No, I know why ponies would want to kill me,” Rainbow said, coughing up blood. “I mean why didn’t you go through with it?”

“Oh right, sorry,” Applejack grasped Rainbow’s pelvis in her forelegs, squeezing and twisting out of place. “Dunno.” Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t imagine why she didn’t.

“How would you have done it?” Rainbow asked, running her tongue around her muzzle to taste her own delicious blood.

“Dunno,” Applejack said. “Suppose ah coulda had Mac help. Maybe break yer wings, then have Mac rape ya as ah choked ya with a rope er somethin. Then kept yer corpse hangin in the barn for occasional kicking practice or necro-fucks.”

Applejack slurped at Rainbow’s pussy as her muzzle was close, licking out the taste of piss and femme cum. Finally Rainbow’s pelvis gave, cracking down the middle as it broke in half. Rainbow moaned and arched her back while Applejack gave her pussy one last lick and pulled away.

“That would have been awesome!” Rainbow groaned. “I can’t believe you didn’t go through with it! Wouldn’t have been that hard if you caught me off guard.”

“Ah know,” Applejack shrugged, self-conscious. “Ah’m sorry, ah just hope ya kin forgive me fer not murderin ya in cold blood earlier.”

“Nah come on,” Rainbow chuckled. “You know I forgive you. Besides, you’re more than making up for it now. I’m glad you’re the one doing me in.”

“Ah’m glad ah get to watch ya die too,” said Applejack. She leaned down, giving one last kiss, the two mares swapping the taste of blood and shit back and forth with their tongues.

Applejack picked up the knife in her muzzle, but she didn’t ram it in at first. First she found things to coat the blade. Digging through the kitchen she found hot sauce, salt, and a few other things that seemed like they’d sting in a cut or a pussy. She mixed them in a bowl and coated the blade in it, then walked back.

Rainbow moaned in anticipation as Applejack sat on her face. Unfortunately for Rainbow, Applejack had nothing left to squeeze out, but Rainbow bit down on Applejack’s pussy all the same, much as she had Fluttershy’s earlier. Applejack moaned, then lined up the blade and rammed it in. Rainbow’s body went rigid and her moan sent vibrations up through Applejack’s body.

Applejack rammed the blade, fucking Rainbow with rapid stabbing motions. Blood and femme cum spurted out the bloody cunt as Rainbow squealed in delight. She tried to keep biting Applejack’s pussy, but it was hard to concentrate with the wonderful agony coursing through her with every stab.

Applejack yanked the blade free, taking a moment to lick the bloody mess from the blade and slashing a gash in her own tongue. She then rammed it into Rainbow’s tail hole, giving it the same violent knife-fucking as her pussy had gotten. Soon both holes were just bloody wounds.

Rainbow was enjoying it so much that Applejack didn’t want to stop too soon. She moved the blade back and forth, making sure to recoat it in the pain mixture every few stabs, moving back and forth from pussy to ass. Before long, the two holes weren’t distinguishable from one another; there was just one gaping gore hole where they’d once been.

It was at this point that Starlight dragged Trixie in. Applejack looked at them and smirked at Trixie eating her own guts. Rainbow moaned at the ceasing of the stabbing, but Applejack had a better idea.

“Hey, Starlight, mind givin me a dick so ah kin giv it ta Rainbow?” Applejack asked.

“Yes! Fuck me as I die you hot bitch!” Rainbow was lost in passion and pain.

“Aw, you two look so cute together,” smiled Starlight, her horn glowing. “Here you go.”

Applejack shivered and moaned as her flesh molded into the throbbing organ she desired. She recovered from the burning pain of the change and pulled herself back up. Once again she put all the weight, she could on her shattered leg, stepping on Rainbow’s broken frame as she turned. She still held the knife in her muzzle as she dipped her own cock in the spicy mixture.

Rainbow could only moan in bliss as Applejack invaded the wound that had once been Rainbow’s fun bits. Applejack rolled her eyes back at the pulsating warm gore that washed over her cock as she rammed as hard as she could. There wasn’t a tight passage left, but for Applejack it was enough to see the bliss on Rainbow’s face as she rolled her eyes back. Applejack envied the torment Rainbow must be in.

When she found a tight hole, it was what was left of Rainbow’s womb. While her intestines and vaginal passage had been chopped to bits, her womb remained, so Applejack rammed into the cervix instead. She pulled Rainbow’s hind legs apart, the broken pelvis helping her tear her in half at the bottom, allowing Applejack to shove further inside.

As Rainbow’s guts poured out onto the counter, Applejack rammed into Rainbow’s cervix and blew her load into the womb.She shivered as she watched it inflate with her seed, then tore it out before it burst. Applejack tied the entrance in a knot and then shoved the entire thing into Rainbow’s muzzle. Rainbow gagged, taking a moment to recognize what it was. When she did, Rainbow adopted a wide grin and gnawed.

Applejack couldn’t contain herself anymore. She continued to cum as she tore the knife once more up Rainbow’s from, slicing her open. Tossing the knife aside, Applejack yanked Rainbow’s ribs apart and scooped out organs. She rubbed them over her body, ravenous as she devoured chunks of flesh. She shook as she scarfed down as much raw pony meat as she could.

By the time she stopped cumming, Rainbow couldn’t move, but her eyes still had life in them. Applejack pushed her muzzle into Rainbow’s open chest, yanking out her still beating heart, then holding it up for Rainbow to see. She bit down on the organ as it beat its last, blood spurting out onto Rainbow’s face. Rainbow’s grin widened, her eyes rolling back, and she never moved again. Her womb remained half out of her muzzle, and half down her throat as she had attempted to swallow it whole.

“Hmm, I won’t bother them further,” Starlight said after giving Applejack the cock. “They seem to be having a moment.”

“Mmm, nothing like our moment,” Trixie gagged on her intestinal tract as she shoved the last bit down her throat. “You’ll make me hurt worse, right?”

“Oh no worries,” Starlight said. “If there’s anything I can do, it’s torture magic. I can intensify your agony a hundred-fold. It’s how I used to convert ponies that didn’t after a few weeks in solitary confinement.”

“That was so sweet of you,” groaned Trixie. “Mmm, make my death unique though too. I want the pony that finds Trixie’s corpse to be like… what the fuck happened to this slut?”

“Hmm, unique and confusing,” Starlight pondered. “Anything for you, my love.”

Starlight opened the nearby waffle iron. She turned it on high, but rather than waiting for it to heat, she used her magic to make it scalding hot. Grabbing Trixie’s head in her magic, she pushed one side of Trixie’s face against the bottom of the waffle iron. She closed the top to burn the top of her head too. Smoke rose as Trixie’s fur singed, her mane catching on fire within seconds.

Starlight’s magic made sure Trixie felt more intense agony than simply burning. It felt like every nerve in her body had been supercharged in a flood of unimaginable torment. Even with magic, Trixie would have never thought it possible.

“Yes!” Trixie screamed, barely able to talk as her tongue sizzled against the waffle iron, stuck as the flesh seared. “Murder Trixie! This is what she deserves! Ultimate pain!”

“Oh Trixie, don’t be so hard on yourself.” Starlight said as she held the iron down and used her magic to bring in two fire pokers from the fireplace in the main room. “No matter how much torment and suffering I put you through, you deserve so much more.”

“That’s so sweet!” Trixie stammered as the eye closest to the bottom iron popped into puss and melted out of her eye. “Trixie is so lucky to have a mate that will give her almost what she deserves!”

After that, talking wasn’t an option as her face sizzled against the irons. That alone should have killed her, but Starlight still managed to magic life into her. Next, Starlight heated the fire pokers, ramming them into Trixie’s rear entries. Trixie's rear was messed up, so Starlight approximated where Trixie’s cunt and ass would be if Trixie wasn’t sliced from tail to neck. Starlight raped her brutally with them.

One would think Trixie might not notice the additions with all she was already feeling, but each new pain felt exponentially more intense. Trixie convulsed in utter delight as Starlight’s magic encompassed her body. Her flesh heated like an oven, slow-roasting what was left of her insides.

Starlight couldn’t just stand there watching Trixie suffering so; it made her cock too hard. So she twisted Trixie’s body to get to her open gut. She held it firm with her magic and pushed into what remained of her vaginal cavity. Starlight didn’t stop fucking with the fire poker, shivering at the scalding heat against her cock.

As Trixie convulsed in ecstasy, Starlight felt the body boil around her cock. Bits of her flesh stuck to the metal of the fire poker, but she kept thrusting even then. Her cock burst from the heat, but she just moaned at the agony and reformed it to go through the process of having it burned and shredded again.

Trixie couldn’t speak or move, eye sockets empty as her eyes melted out, fur burned away, most of her body smoldering. Even her tongue had burst and its remains were sizzling against the waffle iron, bits of her skull showing where her flesh had burned off. She couldn’t tell where she was anymore or what was happening. All she could feel was agony and her love for the one she knew was doing everything she could to drag it out.

Unfortunately for Trixie, even Starlight’s magic had limits. As Starlight creamed a new load, it boiled out of Trixie along with most of her blood and fluids. She pulled her hips back, ripping off her most recent cock to leave it sizzling inside Trixie, just to add a new layer of confusion for whoever found her.

Starlight had done a lot of good things since her reformation and had found that it felt good to help ponies. But seeing Trixie’s ruined body sizzling there, smoke still rising and filling the room with the beautiful stench of her demise… it made her feel better than ever.

It also made her jealous that Trixie got to experience such things; Starlight wasn’t sure there was anypony good enough at torture magic to give it to Starlight, and she doubted she could concentrate hard enough to do it to herself.

When Twilight got into the kitchen, she smiled as she watched the other two couples making love. It was touching, but Twilight had her own victim to bring a loving death too along with Pinkie’s help. Then with any luck, she’d get to give another loving death to Pinkie. It looked like she would get to murder more ponies than anypony else here; it made her feel so warm inside that all her final acts were such acts of kindness for her friends.

“Pinkie?” asked Twilight. “Do you have a spit? I guess there isn’t a good place for an open flame, and the fireplace is too small to roast a pony. Hmmm…”

“Oh no!” Rarity said. “Don’t tell me I won’t get to roast to death!”

“Maybe you can make one with your magic before I saw off your horn,” suggested Pinkie.

“Oh right, how silly of me,” Twilight nodded.

Twilight chose an open area, out of the way from the other brutal acts of kindness going on in the room. She used her magic to pry the floor apart, replacing a section of the floor with stones from the fireplace. She piled the excess lumber in the new fire pit.

For a spit, Twilight just ripped open the nearby kitchen wall, finding an adequate pipe and ripping it out. She plugged the remaining pipe so the water wouldn’t wash away all the lovely blood that was flooding the house and sharped both ends.

Pinkie was helpful too, bouncing into the bathroom and ripping the mirrors off the walls. She bounced back into the kitchen and propped the two mirrors up so Rarity could see what she looked like as flesh melted from the front or side.

“I look dreadful!” Rarity neared orgasm already. “Just how I should as I suffer and die!... thank you Pinkie, that’s so thoughtful of you.”

“That it was,” said Twilight. “I’m sorry I didn’t think of it.”

“Don’t mention it!” Pinkie giggled. “Even you can’t be a super smart smartypants all the time. You can make it up when you kill me! Yay!”

“It’s a deal!” smiled Twilight.

“Hmm,” pondered Rarity. “Would you mind skinning me first? I know it’s damaged, but at least the back is intact. I want somepony to clean and use my pelt to make something fabulous!”

“Always thinking of others,” smiled Twilight. “Pinkie? Do you mind if I rip her skin off with my magic before you saw off my horn? I’m not good at skinning with a knife and I think I can make it hurt more, anyway.”

“Sure!” Pinkie pulled the hacksaw back, about to place it at Twilight’s horn. “But don’t you want to do it like a dirty mud pony?”

“Well I want it to come off in one piece,” said Twilight. “I’ll impale her on the spit like a dirty mud pony.”

“Sounds fine to me!” Pinkie smiled. “Give me another dick too so I can fuck you while I wait.”

That was fair enough. Twilight re-reshaped Pinkie’s body, which hurt even worse than the first one since the first was still in effect. Pinkie didn’t miss a beat though, pulling herself up atop Twilight’s backside and sliding herself forward. As Pinkie’s dick expanded outward, it pushed right up into Twilight’s sopping wet cunt.

A normal cock would have been boring now, so Twilight gave Pinkie a more grotesque fuck tool. The shaft was covered with painful boils. The boils were filled with a mixture of acidic pus and shards of glass, so when they burst from the friction they would slowly shred both Twilight's pussy and Pinkie's shaft.

Twilight shivered at the first few jabs, trying to keep herself focused despite the delicious pain building stronger with each thrust. Pinkie drooled around the hacksaw onto Twilight’s neck, enjoying the sting just as much as her cock bled the acidic mixture into Twilight, burning at their thighs and Pinkie's balls as it drooled out of the fuck hole.

Rarity wasn’t left out. Twilight grasped her all the way around with her magic, letting her power eat into her fur. Not only did she clean most of the blood, cum, and various other fluids off, but knitted it back together and reformed patches that were missing. She even reformed the outer lips of Rarity’s pussy so they could be part of the exquisite pelt.

Magic burned beneath the fur, sending waves of torment over Rarity. If she still had a pussy, she’d be in constant orgasm, but she didn’t mind not having one anymore. She lost herself in the pleasure, anyway. It felt as if she were on fire, burning slowly. Twilight had made sure it was excruciating for her good friend.

“Whoever makes a dress out of that pelt will have a Rare dress indeed,” Pinkie giggled.

“Pinkie, what did I tell you?” Twilight warned.

“That you’d do horrible things if I made more puns!” Pinkie smiled as she rammed her hips harder. “By the way Rarity, did you like it when Spike ‘ate you out’? Hehehe.”

“Oh right,” Twilight said. “Let me rephrase that. Pinkie, if you make another pun, I will tie you to a comfortable chair and make you watch us all die without you.”

“Not the comfy chair!” Pinkie shivered in true terror, but kept fucking Twilight’s bleeding pussy with her bleeding cock all the same.

Rarity convulsed as her skin slid right off her body, every touch against her bared muscle torment. Twilight made as few slits as possible to get it off, then repaired them so she could lay the whole pelt out on the kitchen table for them to find. She left a note that read “Please use or fuck this pelt. It would make an exceptionally good dress or masturbation cloth.”

“Would jacking off on her skin count as necro?” Pinkie asked.

“Only after I’m done murdering her!” grinned Twilight. “Pinkie! Start sawing!”

Pinkie continued to ream Twilight’s pussy as she placed the saw to her the base of her horn. It would have been a hopeless act had the saw not been enchanted, but the base parted from the strain. Twilight rolled her eyes back, having trouble concentrating on the task at hoof since having one’s horn removed was deliciously painful, like getting kicked in the balls times infinity.

Still, Twilight had to be strong for her friend and not give in to the ecstasy of her own demise yet. She picked up the spit in her muzzle and placed one end at Rarity’s posterior. As her foal maker was no more, she pushed it against her asshole instead. It was for how hot it looked sticking through Rarity’s ponut, since the rest of her back side was gaping already. Rarity shivered at the pain while also admiring her ghastly appearance in both mirrors.

Twilight worked the pike through Rarity’s body. She watched through the hole that had once been the rare pussy until she couldn’t see it anymore. She then felt her hoof against Rarity’s stomach and chest to figure where it was. Twilight moved close and touched as much of her body as she could against Rarity’s, knowing that the slightest touch was an agony for her.

Speaking of agony, the pain in Twilight’s head grew sharper, but she still felt the burning as Pinkie came into her ruined cunt. The damage was made all the more arousing knowing she’d no longer have her magic to repair herself. She was at the mercy of an earth pony; it felt arousing for the master race to be at the mercy of the lowest rung. She hoped that the other princesses got to feel this one day.

After Pinkie expelled a load into Twilight’s womb, she jerked back, blood and cum flowing out as she rammed the jagged cock into Twilight’s asshole instead. Twilight groaned, trying hard to target the pike into the squirming Rarity even as her horn came close to cracking off.

Twilight wanted to get it into Rarity’s stomach so she could push it up her esophagus and out her muzzle. She missed, instead impaling one of Rarity’s lungs. Rarity coughed blood across the floor.

“Mmmph,” Twilight realized she’d need to take steps to prolong Rarity’s suffering. “Um, Starlight? Do you still have your horn? Could you keep Rarity alive for me too?”

“Sure thing!” called Starlight, horn glowing brighter, still fucking Trixie’s near-dead burning body at this point. She glanced over, setting the boards beneath the spit aflame. “I’ll keep the fire going too.”

“Is that a waffle iron?” giggled Pinkie. “That’s gonna be hilarious to find! They might die laughing!”

Happy that she would less likely kill Rarity early, Twilight rammed the pole again. She lodged it against Rarity’s throat and jabbed into her esophagus and up through her throat right at the end. Rarity rolled her eyes back and batting her tongue over the pike like it was a cock she was sucking. The rabid whore’s technique was exquisite, so it was too bad the pike couldn’t feel it.

Twilight hefted Rarity up, putting her in place over the spit. She paused for a moment as her horn came loose, snapping off and sending the most enormous shock of pain through her body she’d ever experienced. Twilight came hard, clenching both holes in the back as her cum and blood drooled down Pinkie’s balls, and Pinkie followed into her asshole. She blasted Twilight’s intestines full.

“Am I healing back there?” Twilight asked Spike. “I’m hoping the horn removal stops my alicorn healing factor.”

Pinkie yanked free, backing up and inspecting. She yanked the loose labia from the gaping fuck hole and popped it into her muzzle, chewing it like bubblegum. The labia, and bits of other injuries, were in fact knitting themselves back together.

“Oh yeah, you are a little!” Pinkie said.

“Fucking Celestia damn it!” said Twilight. “I worried I might be immortal.”

“I gotcha,” Starlight smirked. Her horn glowed and so did Twilight’s cutie mark. A moment later, the cutie mark came free. Twilight moaned, remembering how much this hurt the first time, and Starlight was making it worse now. It felt wonderful.

“Did it stop?” Twilight asked, panting.

“Let’s see!” Pinkie smiled. She picked up the knife that Applejack was no longer using and rammed it into Twilight’s pussy hard several times. Twilight groaned again as Pinkie examined her. “It stopped!”

“Great!” grinned Twilight. “But um, where do you put that? If you put it on yourself, you might regenerate.”

“Damn it, that’s true,” said Starlight, leaving Trixie limp at the waffle iron now that she was done with the great and powerfully deceased Trixie.

“There!” Pinkie pointed a hoof into the first room. There, clinging to the side of Fluttershy’s dead face was Gummy. He unleashed frantic thrusting as he fucked her eye socket, the eye that had been there a moment ago now in his mouth as he tried to bite it with no luck.

“Ah perfect!” Starlight floated the cutie mark to Gummy. "It shouldn't have the same effect on a non-pony. Probably."

A bright flash of light later, the mark appeared on his hips, howbeit smaller than when it was on Twilight’s. Gummy paused, blinked, then continued thrusting as his belly smacked the now cool but still elated face on Fluttershy’s corpse.

“I hope it’s not simply delayed,” said Twilight. “Hmm, you know, that’s quite a powerful spell you have. You could murder Celestia and Luna with that. You should have just murdered them both instead of switching their cutie marks that one time. That would have been so hot!”

“Eh, I guess nopony dies without regrets.” shrugged Starlight. “I guess I’m being selfish by dying here instead of going on a murder spree.

“Hay you guys,” Applejack called over, sitting with Rainbow’s corpse and eating her guts. “Ah mean, ah hope you kin die and all, but if any of us somehow survive, we should make a pack. Any survivor will murder all our families… and ya know… their family.”

“Of course!” Twilight nodded. “No need to even ask! A fuck-murder spree would be a close second to the pleasure of being murdered, especially getting to fuck and murder the foals like your little sister; it’d be a blast to feel her tiny body writhing and dying against me while I plowed her underage pussy. Besides, Trixie and Spike bought way too much of the potion they used in their brilliant and successful plan to murder us; it shouldn’t go to waste!”

Rarity’s squeal of delight broke the conversation as the flames licked at her bare tummy. Twilight seemed to remember she was there and turned the spit with her muzzle so that Rarity would get charred on all sides.

“Well I’m a widow now that this bitch is dead,” Starlight said as took one last moment to piss on Trixie’s corpse. The urine sizzled off due to the remaining heat. “Hey Pinkie, want to be my new wife? I don’t like you, you just sort of came with the package of being friends with Twilight, but I want to be murdered by my wife.”

“I’d be glad to!” said Pinkie, unfazed. “Though… I’d hate for you to miss killing me if you don’t like me! You could marry me, kill me, then marry Twilight too and then kill each other?”

“Hm, I was hoping to be killed by you,” Starlight pondered. “Cause you know, the humiliation factor. I can’t think of anyone worse to have on your murder file than ‘killed by Pinkie Pie’.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” Pinkie smiled. “I wish we had a wishbone, then we could pull it apart and find out who gets to die first!... Hey Applejack! YOU’RE a wishbone, right?”

“Huh?” said Applejack with her muzzle full of Rainbow’s liver and rubbing Rainbow’s spleen against her pussy. “Oh mah nickname.”

“I’ve never heard you called that,” Starlight tilted her head.

“Well only family calls me that,” Applejack said. “Got it cause I get drunk at family reunions and take an awful lotta dick.”

“She’s usually calm,” Pinkie nodded. “But when she’s around family, she gives me a run for my money!”

“Anyway, sure,” said Applejack. “That’d be an appropriate way ta kill or at least maim me. Come on over here.”

“You ponies have fun murdering her,” said Twilight. “I’ll finish Rarity and then me and whichever of you is still alive can kill one another.”

Twilight took a deep breath of the stench of burning and cooling flesh that now permeated the entire house; it was so relaxing. She then focused again on Rarity. Just spinning her with her muzzle didn’t seem very creative.

Using Applejack’s idea, Twilight gathered items in the kitchen, turning Rarity every few moments while also mixing things together. It was a chore to do this like an earth pony, but Twilight would take any kind of suffering she could. Once she had a stirred paste of spices, hot sauce, and a few things from under the sink, she basted Rarity. She smiled as Rarity’s muscles twitched from the new influx of pain and kept pouring it over her.

Rarity was in a constant state of climax now even without an intact pussy, but Twilight figured maybe she could get suffering out of the slow roasting too. Twilight hoped she wasn’t being selfish by deriving pain from Rarity’s personal heaven, but that fire felt so good when she stuck a hoof inside.

So Twilight rearranged things. She shoved the pipe deeper, sliding more of it outside of Rarity’s muzzle. Rarity moaned as the sliding motion provide a new influx of agony, and Twilight pushed it until the tip on her end started a few inches inside Rarity’s asshole. Rather than Rarity’s plot end back on the spit, she stuffed her cock into the literally hot ass, using her dick as the spit.

Twilight groaned as she pushed right up to the pointed tip and kept going. The tip impaled her cock up the urethra. She clenched her teeth at the heat and sharp pain of having her dick impaled, and thrust, fucking Rarity with all her might. As she did so, she used her front hooves to continue to turn Rarity on the spit.

This roasted a lot of Twilight too. Flames licked at her front hooves as she turned Rarity, searing off fur and heating her hooves to scalding levels. Twilight felt her hind legs roasting from proximity to the flame, not to mention her swinging ball sack.

And then there was her cock, impaled longways on the superheated metal, repeatedly penetrated. The magic cock was resilient, and lucky for Twilight the slow-roasting didn’t destroy it so she could enjoy a nice slow agony.

“Can you hear me, Rarity?” Twilight asked. “Enjoying yourself?”

Rarity managed a nod though most of her movements were pure convulsions from the unending agony of her outsides and then insides being slow-roasted over the flame. Rarity rolled her eyes back in delight, at least until they popped from the head and drooled down her face into the flames.

Twilight wasn’t sure when Rarity died; her corpse twitched for some time after, but she kept fucking Rarity’s well-done corpse. She leaned forward and tore meat loose, taking down the tasty morsel. The basting sauce was repugnant, but the more disgusting the better.

Rarity’s gut burst and her boiling organs slopped into the fire. Twilight licked her lips as she turned Rarity belly up and leaned forward to feast on the boiling gore still within her nearly empty chest cavity.

“Barely recognizable as a pony,” moaned Twilight. “This really was the death you were destined to suffer. I’m so glad I got to be a party of your final agonizing moments… and to share in that agony.”

Twilight’s balls burst open from the heat, unused cum boiling through the flesh and causing them to tear. She groaned and pulled herself back from Rarity, sitting up on her haunches and doubling over to admire her baked cock. It looked like a thick, over-done hotdog speared down the middle, almost ready to split down the side.

Feasting on her own cock, Twilight chewed from tip to base, twitching in delight at each tear of flesh as she pulled the delectable morsels apart. When she got to the balls, she bit down on one. The remaining juice oozed between her teeth as she chewed, savoring both the pain the flavor before swallowing. The other cock received the same treatment.

She turned to see who still survived, and who would kill her, but was distracted by something else. Gummy, as he floated through the air in front of her. New cutie mark glowing, he floated over to Rarity’s face and landed. He fucked her eye socket too, eyes rolling back as his dual gator cocks bathed in the scalding pus within the socket.

“Hmm, never would have thought Gummy would have a fetish for eye socket necrophilia,” pondered Twilight.