Luna's Lunacy

Runner Up struggled as he felt Twilight's magic drag him across the floor, the unicorn not bothering to carry him through the air and slamming him against the door frame as she turned the corner and downward into stairs that led beneath the tower the Elements had been stationed in.

"I hope you don't expect your friends to save you," Twilight spoke back towards him as she casually walked down the stairs, dragging the changeling by one of his hind legs.

He wasn't able to respond, trying his best to claw his way back up the stairs even as he was dragged downward, body smacking against each stair as he was dragged, smacking his head several times in the process. When he finally was at the bottom of the stairs, he found himself dragged along a cold stone floor.

"They'll... save me," he finally got out, "The Goddess needs me, she'll save me!"

"Oh please, your comrade was just here to sneak off Pinkie Pie," Twilight grunted back at him, "They know you're here and don't care."

"Wait... you let them..." Runner Up went limp as he was dragged up towards what seemed like a prison cell.

"It's fine," Twilight slammed open the door with her magic, "I trust Spike to send me the letter in time if it was them, and then I have a plan on what to do when I get there. I'm not completely helpless without the Elements, not as much as Nightmare would believe anyway. And if that fails... well there's always plan B."

The changeling found himself picked up off the flood suddenly, flying halfway into the cell, then slamming downward onto a cold metal table, limbs suddenly outstretched and metal clamps slamming shut around them. Runner attempted to use his own magic to resist at this point, but his magic against Twilight's felt like a tiny stream trying to counter a dam burst; it was frightening how powerful she had become, as if each defeat had actually increased her power rather than breaking her as it had Celestia.

"I can provide information!" Runner Up blurted out, then grunted as his limbs were stretched too far, the chains tightening up continually until finally one of his fore legs gave with a pop, snapping out of joint at the shoulders. His other four limbs were quick to follow, and his brightly glowing horn wasn't even making a dent.

"Oh that won't be necessary," Twilight smiled down at him almost gently, moving about to his head, moving her head above him slightly, then pondering a moment, "I can extract all the information that we need without needing you to offer it."

"But," Runner Up started to breath more heavily, all four limbs twitching as his terrified eyes watched Twilight start to circle him again, "You have me restrained like you're going to torture me, why would you do that if..."

"Oh the torture isn't to get information," Twilight smiled, tilting her head as if giving a good friend advice, then slowly pulling herself up onto the table with him, sliding up between her legs, dragging her head across the disturbing form of the changeling's body, eventually scooting her whole body up against his, "The torture is for fun!"

Okay, maybe she was broken; just a different kind of broken than Celestia. Runner Up had no response to this, just staring upwards at her, bright blue eyes starting to fade.

He pushed his magical energy outwards to try to throw her off of him, and actually succeeded in lifting her body up from his own form, but before he could direct it further one of her fore hooves came down on his head, knocking his concentration loose. He tried to tap into Twilight's love for her dead friends, a glimmer that he might be able to pull energy from her, but all he found was Twilight's hatred and rage boiling down upon him like fire, physical pain actually burning through his body as if the link was actually draining him instead of feeding him.

He tried to break it as his vision started to blur, only to have Twilight's head push against his own, horns touching at the tip and locking their energies together. Pain coursed through him, his body shaking like a rag doll.beneath her's, as if he was being sucked dry more rapidly than he could feed even if he did have a suitable source.

Twilight pressed her body down against his, and was almost surprised at herself to realize that she had instinctively started to press her hips downward against her victim, slowly rubbing her moist slit against the front of his sheath, which despite his best efforts was expanding and spilling its contents along his belly. She gasps, feeling how pleasurable it was to see him suffer, starting to realize more and more how Nightmare Moon felt as she had murdered Twilight's friends.

Twilight's eyes flicked across the room as there was a burst of light, a little scrap of paper falling into view as if Spike had tried to send a letter to her but failed to get any of it in tact. She knew she should run to his aid right at that moment, but somehow... she didn't want to. The knowledge that Pinkie Pie was likely getting butchered as she was rubbing her drooling cunt against a tortured changeling somehow made her even hotter than before. She didn't want to save Pinkie. She wanted her to die painfully.

It wasn't that she no longer liked Pinkie, or any of her friends; she loved them dearly. But the power increase that she had felt over the past few days, every horrible event feeding into her, she had been able to turn the love of her friends around, feeling hatred for their killers and making the Elements more and more lethal. And what did it matter if the other Elements were dead in the end? Celestia had used the Elements alone once, and so would she.

She leaned her head closer, pressing her face to Runner Up's, her hips rotating smoothly to press the tip of his throbbing insectoid shaft against her drooling entrance and sliding her convulsing tunnel down around it. As she fucked him, she allowed her mind to blend with his, his sight and hearing dulling as his thoughts were literally ripped out of his mind rather than just read.

Once tapped in, Twilight allowed herself access to his nerves, and sent a charge of magic through him, setting off every single one at once to give him agony unlike any other. She raped his mind just as she was raping his body, sending him through visions of every one of her friend's deaths as she imagined them occurring, making him the victim in every one. Her belly smacked hard against him, though he no longer felt any pleasure from the act, creaming herself repeatedly until her cunt juices were literally drooling down his body and dribbling off the table.

She wasn't certain for how long she was at this, but she was finally snapped out of it by a scream from above. It was Rarity, and it wasn't just a scream for help; it was a gurgling death-throw. Twilight wondered how long she had been dieing above, pulling her own juicy cunt off the exhausted Runner Up.

Looking down at Runner Up's eyes, they were blank and dead looking, though the creature was still breathing shallowly he was completely drained of his food. She pulled herself off the table, leaving him there before heading up the stairs to see how Rarity was dieing, but with no intention of saving her.

(Some time before)

Spike's eyes glazed over as he stumbled into the front door of the base, which it didn't even appear that Twilight had bothered to lock after he had left for some reason. He took a deep breath, sniffing about to draw in the scents around him, then moved further into the base.

He was still at his adolescent size, his dual dragon shafts bobbing in front of him as he walked, not even having bothered to tuck them away. All he could think about was Rarity's warm body, his own form shivering in anticipation. In the back of his mind, he did realize what he was doing, but was somehow powerless to stop it, as if he just had enough control to pause from time to time, but never to stop.

He did have the presence of mind to check Rainbow Dash's and Twilight's rooms, though he only had the thought because Nightmare Moon was still in his head. He found them both empty, much to his surprise, which was ideal. Finding Rarity's corpse on her own bed would be the best way to find her after all. Much to his delight, Rarity's room was not empty at all.

He found her door locked, but twisted the knob hard and pushed and pulled it until it broke from its place, letting it drop to the floor as he shoved the door open. Rarity was there, in her bed at the moment, the sheets perfectly made around her even while she was under them, a sleeping mask over her eyes as she tried to sleep. She looked as if she was having a fitful dream, her body twitching from time to time, and Spike grinned, about to make it far worse.

"Spike... want..." the dragon literally drooled down his chin as he moved across her room, not even bothering to close the door again. In his mind, Nightmare's voice was egging him on as the alicorn enjoyed the scene through the horny dragon's eyes. His shafts bobbed up and down with each step, drooling pre to the floor in anticipation.

Rarity felt the coolness of the room across her beautiful form as the blankets were abruptly torn away, blinking and pulling up her blinders, her face scrunching up as if she were about to complain at whoever had had the gall to do such a thing. Instead, she just stared upwards, only getting a second to yelp out as Spike's claw came down to grasp her around the throat.

"Spike!" Rarity screeched, choking, "What are you doing I... Spike?!" Her eyes moved down his form, noticing not only the sudden change in size, but also the dragon shafts bobbing at full throbbing hardness, "Now Spike! I am a lady, and I already told you that I refuse to go any further than oral until-"

When her words were cut off by Spike's claw squeezing hard at her throat, claws poking through her skin and drawing the first bit of blood, she realized that this wasn't just Spike getting excited and trying to put the moves on her again. She kicked out her hind legs towards his gut, smacking him hard enough for him to wince, but he only responded by drawing his free claw into a fist and slamming it against her head. There was s sharp crack as her head was thrown back against the bed, smacking into the head of the bed as well, the mare unable to open her eye due to the bruising for a moment.

"Spike. Want," the dragon repeated, literally screaming it into her face, spit flying across her and making her draw in a sudden breath, gagging then as the smell of dragon breath wasn't exactly pleasant.

"You're hurting meeee!" Rarity cried out when he did loosen his grip again, but the dragon was ignoring her pleas and whining. His mind was focused on one thing, getting his throbbing rape sticks into his true love's unwilling holes before turning her into a corpse.

Spike's claws released her neck, and Rarity immediately tried to turn herself around to pull herself off the bed. However, he was far too fast in his present mood, and was already holding her hind legs as she tried to flee. She felt herself forced back over onto her back, claws digging into her flanks, then each claw grabbed one of her hind legs again and pulled them outwards, twisting slightly at the joints to keep them stable.

The bones in her legs started to splinter apart, then the dragon dropped a knee down hard against her cunt. He began to repeatedly cunt punt her with one leg, causing her to yell out as pain shot through her body, and he didn't stop until his ears picked up the sickening crack of her pelvis breaking up the center.

Finally satisfied that his lover's inability to gain pleasure from the brutal act, he flopped both cocks against her pussy, which was now stained black and blue with bruises all over it, the mere touch of flesh against her causing her to wail out all the more strongly. No doubt it was loud enough to alert ponies outside of the tower at this point, but no one came to help. In fact, several guards moved to station themselves at the door way into the tower to ensure no one interfered with the murder of another Element. It was Nightmare and Corona's city now.

Spike pressed his shafts against her, each tapered tip pressing into one entry. Her pussy was barely moist at all, flesh clinging against the penetrating shaft due to friction as he forced himself in. Her ass was even worse, feeling as if she had never even been had there, and anal certainly wasn't a thing she was into by the way her screams seemed to raise a full octave as he forced himself past her tight ring.

Spike rolled his eyes back and growled out in triumph as he felt his cocks slip into the warm, unwilling holes of his heart's desire. Even the part of him that was still sane and being forced to watch seemed to cease its mental screaming for a moment as it enjoyed the moment he had been dreaming of since he first laid his eyes on Rarity's beautiful slit and taunt little asshole.

Rarity's voice rose to a fevered pitch, the mare choking on sobs, crying pitifully. Spike's sane portion snapped out of it at the sound of her tears, trying hard to keep the rest of him from continuing, but the possessed portion didn't care. He shoved himself forward, not stopping until his moist scales smacked against Rarity's belly, the base of his shafts highly ridge and having to shove as hard as he could to pop past each ridge and ring. This part of him only grew harder at the sound of Rarity's weeping, pulling back and shoving in again, wanting to hear more of her beautiful voice in agony.

"That's it, enjoy those beautiful fuck holes, like you've always wanted to," Nightmare's voice echoed in Spike's head, "She would have never put out for you like this without being raped, you know."

Spike slammed his hips forward harder, hammering his twin cocks into her rear entries as hard as he could, gripping at her hips so hard that his claws started to tear gashes across her cutie marks, blood drooling down to the nice clean sheets on the bed. Each press into her bruised cunt and ass felt like pure bliss, sending waves of pleasure up through his body. Even the feel of Rarity's front hooves slamming repeatedly into his chest, glancing harmlessly off his thick scales, felt sensual. He looked down into her terrified eyes, tears streaming down her face, her expression begging him to stop, to spare her life.

"I'm... hurting her, I don't want to..." Spike's voice quietly echoed in his head back to Nightmare.

"You're killing her," Nightmare's voice smirked in return, "And I'm going to kill you too, even if the remaining Elements don't get to you first, so you may as well enjoy the last moments of your life. You can't tell me that this isn't the perfect last act before you die. I've seen into your mind, I know you've dreamed of fucking her in this exact position." with less rape and killing, obviously.

Spike felt her incredible body convulse hard around his throbbing shaft as he drilled into her sopping, bleeding fuck holes. His claws dug more firmly into her flanks, and he lowered his head down, catching one of her flailing fore hooves in his muzzle and holding it there, suckling and nibbling erotically at it as his eyes rolled back, the feeling of impending orgasm boiling within his loins.

"Spike please!" Rarity blurted out again, trying to pull her hoof away as he bit down upon it, teeth digging in just behind her hoof.

"Spike... want..." Spike wasn't very articulate right how... "Pussy... pussy... Rarity's pussy! Fuck Rarity! Kill Rarity! Corpse fuck Rarity!"

Spike's claws split through Rarity's flesh, causing a puddle to start forming as it rolled down her flanks onto the bed. He roared out loudly, shaking the entire room, and slammed his cocks hard into her again. His cum sprayed out of both shafts as he had a double orgasm, juice spraying over the insides of her cunt from one as her ass was pumped full with the other, her belly swelling out from both shafts. He kept pushing into her, packing it in tightly, gradually slowing down as he seemed to come down off of his high.

"Spike," Rarity tried not to bite her tongue from pain, but had a small hope spot that he might be able to be reasoned with after getting his rocks off, "You're hurting me, Spike if you don't stop this... you're going to kill your Rarity."

Spike's eyes shifted to her face, and he licked his lips at her words, his hips twitching slightly again as his cocks throbbed and seemed to hard once again within her. It was as if the idea of killing her was actually getting him even more aroused now.

"Yes...rape... kill... rape," Spike drooled, moving his face slowly forward, running his tongue up her chest, slowly sliding it up her neck and then across her face, savoring the sweet taste of her fear and her tears.

With no warning, Rarity suddenly felt his teeth clasp around her head, literally yanking her up off of the bed, her cunt and ass yanked from his cock as blood and cum drooled down her limp thighs. She let out a piercing scream again, a true death howl as the dragon whipped her about, shaking her by her head like a dingo with a fresh baby.

It didn't seem he was trying to kill her quite yet, however, he was just really excited. He whipped her body around so that she was facing away from him now, standing up more onto his haunches and catching her rear in his claws. He pulled her beautiful, bloody plot down against him, penetrating her ass with the cock that had previously penetrated her cunt and vis versa.

He sank the throbbing organs down in one thrust, and immediately began to yank her up and down against them. The large dragon felt his body grow slightly as he used Rarity like a fuck toy, using her to jack off more than actually having sex with her. He roared out in glee, his thickening shafts extending further into his lover's body, one cock piercing through her cervix and into her womb, the other breaking out from her intestines and sliding through her warm organs.

Rarity herself became a lot more quiet after her final piercing death squeal, her neck solidly popped out of joint. She was still alive, but found herself gasping for air suddenly, completely unable to breath. Blood bubbled up from her throat, drooling down her front and coating her clean white fur with streaks of red as she began to choke on her own blood.

It was this scene that Twilight stepped into the room to see. Spike, impaling Rarity with both his cocks, gripping her around her waist now as he jerked her violently up and down, ridged cocks grinding into her ruined pussy and ass. Rarity managed to see Twilight out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head as much as she could, which wasn't much. She looked like she was trying to call out to her, but only managed a surge of blood drooling down her chin instead.

Twilight knew she could save Rarity if she acted fast... but didn't. She stood there, her face scrunched up in hatred for the one killing her friend, yet taking no action to save her life. She patiently waited for Spike to finish murdering Rarity.

Spike didn't see Twilight himself, far too happy to concentrate on his present kill. He leaned forward to deeply kiss Rarity's suffocating face, lapping the puddle of blood from her throat, then groaned out again. Deciding he wanted to see his cock exit out her muzzle, he tried hard to slam himself deeper into her, making violent thrusting motions now. As much as he tried, however, he lacked the magic to shape himself as Nightmare Moon did, and wasn't able to get that far.

He roared out in frustration, directly into Rarity's terrified face as if it was her fault. Rarity didn't react, though she was still alive, Twilight's betrayal having taken the last bit of her will to live. She was simply waiting to suffocate and die, knowing that Spike was going to fuck her corpse until it literally fell apart.

She didn't have to wait for that though, as the frustrated Spike grabbed hold of her waist tighter, squeezing as hard as he could. Claws dug into her form, and he dragged them around her circumference, tearing through her flesh. He then grasped her at the shoulders with both claws, his teeth moving back to her head and digging into her skull, one of his fangs piercing directly into her eye socket as the others cracking into her skull.

Spike twisted his head one way while twisting her shoulders the other way. The result was Rarity literally snapping into pieces, her head snapping free of her body, and her body itself snapping in two. The guts from her rib cage spilled over the lower body that was still being repeatedly impaled on Spike's cocks, and he tossed her upper torso onto the floor with a thump.

He then took the head of the deceased Element into his claws. His cocks thrust up again, the one in Rarity's pussy snapping through the back of her womb and into sight, the other popping up through the soup of organs still in her lower body. He pulled the two shafts together, then pushed Rarity's head down so that her muzzle wrapped around both. He began to fuck his hips upwards still, penetrating into her pussy and ass, right out of her lower half, then into the mouth of her head, a terrified expression still on her face. The eye that his tooth had pierced hung from it still, his gaping maw hanging open as he drooled on his fresh victim and violently fucked her remains.

Twilight moved up behind him now that Rarity was dead, looking at Rarity's upper body that was on the floor, then to him. She started to speak, but paused, realizing that for some reason she wanted to see him orgasm into or onto Rarity's corpse. In fact, in spite of her love for Rarity and her anger at her death, it was making her pussy drenched to see this. She panted slightly, her hind legs pressing together, pausing to allow Spike to finish his gruesome act of necrophilia.

Twilight actually felt her mouth twitch into a smirk as she decided what to do, her horn glowing, reading to launch a spell the moment he came.

She didn't have to wait long. Spike roared out in bliss, his cocks firing off once again. He squeezed Rarity's muzzle tightly, though a good bit of sperm still managed to roll out from between her dead lips. The majority of it was forced down her throat, however, fountaining out of her neck hole and spraying in a mist of blood and spunk onto Spike's chest and belly before drooling downward. The soup of gore in her lower portions mixed with swirls of white, and Spike kept thrusting upwards into her, milking every drop from his dragon meat that he could.

It was then that Twilight fired her spell. It wasn't to stop him, or injure him, but instead directly directly at his mind. Not being aware that Twilight was behind them since Spike himself hadn't notice, Nightmare's influence was not ready to resist, washing from his mind easily enough, though Twilight carefully kept one corner of his brain with Nightmare's influence there. What was left was a completely sane Spike, relatively free of the taint... staring down at the love of his life that he had just gruesomely murdered.

Spike's roar was even more piercing than the blissful roars before, suddenly hugging the cum drooling head against his chest with both arms and crying out, his expression instantly having changed from bliss to sobbing despair. Twilight was actually surprised at how much this turned her own, seeing him weep pitifully in despair at what he had done.

"I'm going to kill you Spike," Twilight spoke finally from behind him.

Spike screeched out again, throwing Rarity's body forward as if separating from it would make him seem slightly more innocent. The corpse fell forward, her intestines and other guts spilling onto the bed, her head rolling off of the edge with a dull thump. He turned back towards Twilight, his eyes wide with terror at what he had done.

"I didn't... I don't... Nightmare Moon had control of me, it wasn't me, I would never! Twilight help me!" Spike squealed out, barely getting words out between chocked sobs.

Twilight shook her head, lifting Spike's body off the bed with her magic. The dragon struggled only an instant before going limp, his despair not allowing him to do much, "No Spike, you murdered her. I'm done with forgiving. Had we never forgave Nightmare Moon, all my friends would be alive. Had I not forgiven you the first time you went mad... Rarity at least might be alive now. You are a monster Spike, it was always going to end this way. You don't deserve to live."

"But I..." Spike's eyes welled up as he looked into Twilight's, her eyes full of rage. He let his limbs to limp, taking a deep breath, and then nodding as he agreed with her lecture, "Please make it fast..."

"You don't deserve a quick death," Twilight's eyes narrowed.

Spike felt his flesh burn, then realized it wasn't just his flesh, it was every part of him on fire at once. It wasn't a normal fire that he would be immune to, it was a horrible magical burning as Twilight's magic penetrated every cell. Spike closed his eyes, gagging slightly from the pain, then resigning himself to the fate that he knew that he deserved.

Twilight took this chance to practice concentration on a level that she had not, in fact, done before. She peeled away Spike's scales, then his underlying muscle, keeping each segment afloat in the air, building magical tunnels between them so that he could still feel every sting of agony as he came apart. She ripped his organs out of his body, splitting his bones apart, tearing ligaments as she unhinged them. She tore the eyes out of his head, his inner ears, his tongue and teeth, everything. Even his spine came unlatched at each joint, his jaw unhinging before his brain was extracted through the bottom of his skull.

She smiled as she realized that she had done all this while keeping him alive, a true feat of magical concentration. His blood streamed rapidly between organs, manually slipping from one spot to the next. Magical tunnels of ears even allowed his lungs to inflate and deflate, and charges of electrical looking magic shot from piece to piece as even his feelings and nerves were in tact. Of all the ways she could hurt him, this had to be hurting him the most.

Twilight turned herself around, facing her bottom to him as she looked over her shoulder at him, smirking as she floated his tears over to land them on the tip of her tongue, savoring the taste just as he had savored Rarity's. She moved his dual cocks downward, forcibly pumping more blood into them to make sure they were throbbing, then started to use them as dildos, shoving one into her pussy and the other into her ass as if to try to increase the difficulty level of what she was doing by pleasuring herself.

"It hurts doesn't it Spike," Twilight's voice was practically seductive, even soothing, "I'm glad, I want you to know what it's like to have someone pleasure themselves with your body while you are in utter agony. Suffer you monster."

She gasped out, the cocks penetrating her already sloppy cunt easily, and even her rear quite nicely due to how slippery his shaft already was. It didn't even take her that long to get off, crying out in orgasm around them just from how aroused she had gotten by the previous show. Her pussy pulsed, splattering goo down around the shaft within it.

She felt her concentration loosening, but wanted to do one more thing. Reattaching Spike's mind to the one part of Nightmare that she had left in tact, she flooded the link back with all of Spike's agony, knowing the surge would come as a surprise after Nightmare was sure she had severed the connection. Moaning out, Twilight's concentration finally snapped, Spike's remains splattering to the floor in a pile of guts, no longer distinguishable as a dragon.

"Twilight!" Rainbow Dash's voice came from near the entrance of the facility.

Twilight tossed Spike's dicks onto the pile of Spike parts and turned just in time to see Rainbow Dash arriving at the door.

"No..." Rainbow's eyes grew wide, "They got Rarity? No! Wait... what about Pinkie?"

"They got her first," confirmed Twilight, walking towards Rainbow, her expression once again bent into hatred, "Come with me."

"But, Rarity.." Rainbow somehow felt they had to do something about her corpse.

"She's dead," Twilight apparently didn't agree, "She can't be helped now, but I have a plan that will work. Come with me, you're an important part."