Sweetie Belle knew that what she was doing was wrong.
It was wrong on several levels. She was lying to her friends. Lying to her family. Lying to her sister. Even though she knew it was wrong, reprehensible, and amoral, she just couldn’t stop. She was addicted. She didn’t care that it was wrong. She didn’t care that Rarity would hate her forever if she ever found out. Sweetie was too deep in now to worry about that.
It was supposed to just be once, just one drunken night of regret, but it became more than that. One mistake became two, and two became four, until Sweetie could hardly recall how it even started. It was just a blur of deceit, shady acts, and sex. The best sex she had ever had. The best sex she was likely to ever have.
Sweetie Belle knew that her affair with her sister’s husband was wrong, but damn it all, it just felt so right.
Sweetie had always had a bit of a crush on Spike, ever since they were kids. They had been good friends growing up and, whenever Sweetie needed some outside advice from a slightly older, wiser friend, Spike was always there for her. Sweetie admired Spike, for his good looks and sense of humor. Something about him just seemed so enthralling, his natural charisma just wrapping Sweetie up in his spell and making her want him more than just about anything else.
But, then, along came Rarity, who stole him away forever.
Sweetie was sure that her sister didn’t mean to hurt her, but benign intentions don’t do much for heartache. Even still, Sweetie kept her pain to herself. No one knew how she felt about Spike, least of all Spike himself, and Sweetie saw no point in bringing her feelings to light now. She decided she’d be a good sister and friend, support their relationship from the sidelines. From dating, to engagement, to marriage, Sweetie Belle stood to the side and let her sister have the only man she ever wanted.
That all changed one night, one drunken party devoid of judgement. It was all a blur for Sweetie. She remembered having a few too many, and somehow ending up in his arms. Spike offered to drive her home, to make sure she got there safely, and Sweetie was far too under the table to argue. They ended up in Sweetie’s apartment, where Spike brought her into bed, and Sweetie Belle let the truth slip.
Sweetie didn’t remember much about that night, but she definitely remembered the feel of Spike’s lips against hers. She melted into his embrace, the years and years of pent up desire and envy finally coming to a head. She finally had what she wanted.
When Sweetie woke up to Spike beside her in bed, there was no short supply of regret between the two. A mistake, the both of them agreed. It shouldn’t have ever happened, and it definitely should never happen again. Of course, even while vehemently agreeing that this could never, ever happen again, Sweetie Belle was secretly relishing the experience. The feel of Spike, the way he kissed her and touched her… That was a mistake she needed to repeat.
And that one mistake became another, this time a little less drunk than before. Then, again, when Sweetie was only a few drinks in. Every time she and Spike had sex, Sweetie felt a fire light in her chest. She felt something she didn’t often experience, being Rarity’s sister. She felt important. Desirable. Wanted. Sweetie Belle wasn’t what anyone could call ugly, but, compared to her sister? She very rarely earned a second look.
But, now, she had the full attention of Spike. He promised that his heart belonged to Rarity, through good and through bad, for richer or poorer, and yet he was having sex regularly with Sweetie. She loved her sister dearly, she really did, but it would be a lie if Sweetie said there wasn’t a fair amount of resentment involved. It felt good to take Spike’s attention away from Rarity, if only for a few hours.
“Mmm, Spike… Yes, baby, right there…”
And, right now, Spike’s attention was firmly away from his wife, instead focusing on tonguing Sweetie Belle’s hot, dripping, wanting cunt.
“Your tongue is so good, baby…” moaned Sweetie, digging her fingers into Rarity’s soft, silk sheets. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the already scandalous act heightened by the setting. Sweetie was fucking her sister’s husband, in her sister’s own house, on her sister’s own bed. It was the ultimate betrayal, and, as much as Sweetie loved her sister, it felt so damn good.
Spike grabbed Sweetie by the hips, pulling her pelvis up slightly as he attacked her cunt with his tongue. Sweetie Belle bit her lip, the total ecstasy of Spike’s ministrations shocking her body. Sweetie ran her fingers through Spike’s short, messy green hair, holding on to him as if afraid of him slipping away.
“P-please…” panted Sweetie Belle. “I want you… Need you…” Spike pulled away from Sweetie, his tongue connected to her cunt via a thin string of saliva and Sweetie’s own arousal. He lowered Sweetie’s legs back down to the bed, shimmying out of his jeans and exposing his thick, hard, throbbing cock. Spike teased Sweetie with his length, rubbing it against her lower lips. It was like electricity arcing throughout them, just the faint touch enough to make Sweetie shiver with delight and anticipation.
“Beg for it,” growled Spike. Sweetie Belle felt that all-too familiar tingle down her spine upon hearing her lover’s command. She loved it, the desire in Spike’s voice almost tangible. She wagered he didn’t get like that with Rarity. No, Sweetie knew that only she could reduce Spike to this, only she could light this bestial, animalistic, primal fire in him.
“Please,” Sweetie breathed again. She reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers to show off her hot, dripping love tunnel. “Fuck me, Spikey.”
Spike didn’t waste much time in doing just that, burying his length in Sweetie’s twat, earning a shaky, trembling moan from his mistress. Spike grabbed Sweetie’s hips tighter, pulling her closer to him so he could develop a nice, even rhythm. Every buck of the hips sent Sweetie reeling with pleasure, the speed and intensity off Spike’s thrusts picking up to match her moans. Sweetie grabbed Spike’s hand, bringing it up to her breast and enticing him to squeeze. She had always been a bit self-conscious about her boobs, always having been a bit on the smaller size when compared to Rarity’s.
“You’re perfect,” whispered Spike, squeezing Sweetie’s pert, perky tit between his fingers. “Perfect size. Perfect shape. You’re perfect.”
Sweetie chuckled internally at that. Perfect. Rarity had always been so obsessed with being the perfect woman, yet here her husband was, fucking her little sister. Pretty ironic, as far as Sweetie was concerned.
“Let’s switch positions,” said Sweetie, if for no other reason than needing a brief respite. Spike knew her body better than anyone, and he knew how to make her absolutely melt. If he didn’t let her get a breather, she was liable to cum early.
“What are you thinking?” asked Spike, slowly pulling out of Sweetie. It took all of her self-control to stop herself from wrapping her legs around Spike’s middle, to hold him tight and let him ravage her. Sweetie breathed deeply, trying to keep her lust in check. Patience. That would come later.
“How about you lay on your back, hm?” Sweetie rolled off of the bed to let Spike take her place, which he did without need for much explanation. Now, he was laid out across the bed, his legs hanging slightly off of the other side. Sweetie made her way around the bed, dropping to her knees between Spike’s legs. She reached up slowly, taking Spike’s throbbing cock, slick with the juices of her own cunt, into her hand and giving it a slow, steady stroking.
Sweetie leaned forward, running her tongue up Spike’s balls before wrapping her lips around his sack as best as she could. Spike groaned at Sweetie’s warm, wet, delightful mouth, her tongue basically begging for him to part with his cum. Sweetie drooled and slobbered on Spike’s balls, sucking and savoring the salty, sweaty, masculine taste before breaking away, drool dripping from the corners of her lips. She pulled herself up to give herself a better angle of attack to Spike’s cock, kissing and licking up its length before wrapping her lips around the head. Sweetie pushed her head down, sucking up and down his cock, slurping her own juices from his cock. Spike propped himself up slightly, placing a hand on top of Sweetie’s head to help her down.
Not that Sweetie needed any help. She became acquainted with Spike’s cock some time ago, when he had mentioned that Rarity never wanted to suck his cock. She said that it was disgusting and unladylike, not to mention selfish of Spike to even ask. Typical Rarity, Sweetie had thought. Naturally, she took that as invitation to give Spike what his wife had so cruelly refused him.
Sweetie forced herself down, deeper and deeper onto Spike’s cock, almost gagging herself on his length. Spike knew that he was just a bit too big for Sweetie to properly deepthroat, but that never stopped her from trying. She was determined to be the woman his wife wasn’t, almost to a fault. Like now, when she was effectively choking herself out on Spike’s cock. He reached forward to pull her up, to let her breathe, but Sweetie just batted his hand away. She calmed herself a bit, took in a deep breath through her nose, then pushed herself down as deep as she could, forcing Spike’s cock into her throat. Spike groaned as he entered Sweetie’s tight, convulsing throat, the wet, spasming tunnel’s sudden tightness taking him by surprise.
Spike wrapped his hands around the back of Sweetie’s head, pulling her even closer than before, pressing her tiny nose to his pelvis as he came. Sweetie moaned around Spike’s twitching, pulsing length as it deposited rope after hot, sticky rope of cum directly into her stomach. She finally recoiled, freeing Spike’s cock from her mouth so she could breathe. As she took in a much-needed breath, Spike kept stroking his cock, firing another few jets of cum onto Sweetie’s face. Sweetie sat still to let Spike paint her with his seed, the thick, warm goo splattering in her hair and dripping down her features. Sweetie knew that Rarity never let Spike cum on her face, and she definitely never swallowed.
Sweetie Belle swiped up a thick gob of cum from her face with her finger, depositing it onto her tongue and savoring the salty, bitter taste of Spike’s seed. Sweetie moaned, licking a bit more cum from her lips. She decided that Rarity was an idiot for passing up on this.
“Hope you have another round or two in you,” said Sweetie, licking her lips again for more cum. “I was hoping you’d give me a nice good coating of cum.”
“For you, I’ve always got another round,” said Spike. Sweetie smirked, then clambered on top of Spike, straddling him and grinding her ass against his dick. It didn’t take much to revive his cock for round two and, as soon as it was hard again, Sweetie slipped it into her cunt, even hotter and wetter than before. This time, Spike’s left hand moved to Sweetie’s tits on their own, while his right grabbed her hip to keep her steady as she bounced on his cock.
As much as Sweetie liked for Spike to take her and do what he wanted, what Rarity never let him do, it was also nice to be on top for a bit. She liked it when Spike just had to lay back and enjoy it as she impaled herself with his length, bouncing up and down on his cock. Rarity never fucked him like that, Sweetie knew that for sure. Rarity was so selfish, so boring. She never cared about what Spike wanted in bed, which is why Sweetie found herself supplying him with what he really wanted.
Sweetie Belle leaned in, planting her lips onto Spike’s, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Sweetie had never felt closer to anyone than she had with her sister’s husband. Something about his touch, the feel of his lips against hers, the way he grabbed her by the hip and held her close, it all felt so right.
Sweetie broke away from her lover, to go right back to bouncing on Spike’s cock, when she felt her heart stop. She was so swept up in her own pleasure, she didn’t hear a thing. No footsteps, no door opening. Yet, there she was, standing in the doorway. Arms crossed over her silk blouse, her work glasses dangling around her neck by the chain she wore to keep from losing them.
Sweetie Belle felt her heart shatter, because he misdoings were finally catching up to her.
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” said Rarity dryly. She looked appalled, absolutely disgusted by what she was looking at, and Sweetie could hardly blame her. “Please, do continue.”
“Rarity!” Sweetie flailed, falling over herself in an attempt to climb off of Spike’s cock and make herself even somewhat presentable; strangely, she felt Spike’s grip on her hip grow tighter. “T-this… It’s not—”
“Not what it looks like? Is that what you were going to say?” Rarity slowly crossed the room, her lip curling as she approached. “You know, I always had my suspicions. You always were jealous of me, weren’t you? Just couldn’t stand that people liked me better. But this… I never would have thought this of you.”
“Rarity, please.” Again, Sweetie Belle tried to climb off of Spike and, again, he didn’t let her go. “Let me just… Spike, let go!”
“No. Hold her there,” said Rarity. She crossed her arms, her entire body trembling with anger. “You wanted her that bad, didn’t you? You may as well enjoy her.”
Spike nodded, then resumed thrusting his hips, much to Sweetie’s surprise. She pushed away, but Spike’s grasp on her was just too strong. She struggled and squirmed, inadvertently grinding her hips down onto Spike’s cock. A moan escaped her lips, her hand immediately clamping over her own mouth.
“No, go on, Sweetie. You already threw our relationship in the trash.” Rarity’s tone was cold and unwavering, far worse to Sweetie than if she was shouting. The way Rarity spoke made it perfectly clear that there was no fixing things. She had ruined things with her sister, all because she just couldn’t control herself. “Finish up with him. Since his cock was so damn important to you.”
“It wasn’t just about—Oof!” Sweetie would’ve said more, if not for Spike shoving her forward, pinning her back to the bed. Now firmly beneath Spike, Sweetie had no way of escaping, and Spike used this control to rocket his hips forward, pounding Sweetie’s pussy as if his wife wasn’t even in the room. Sweetie knew that pushing him off of her was impossible like this, so she could do nothing but endure. She tried to stay quiet, to keep herself from proving Rarity right, but her body was unconcerned with her family squabbles. Sweetie let out a moan, her body quaking as she came hard on Spike’s cock. She squealed, reflexively wrapping her legs around Spike’s middle, pulling him in close.
“Disgusting. I honestly don’t know what to even say to you right now,” growled Rarity. “You really just… You came. I caught you fucking my husband, in my own bed, and you’re still getting off on it! How much of a whore can you be?”
“I-I’m… I’m sorry!” Sweetie felt her body quake, tears making their way down her face. Shame and regret clawed at her heart, her stomach folding in on itself from the intense, heavy self-loathing. It wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth losing her sister. But it was too late for that. She had already gone out, stabbed Rarity in the back. There was no fixing this. “Spike, s-stop! How can you just—”
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” grumbled Spike. Immediately, Sweetie unscissored her legs, pushing Spike away. Spike was about to pull out when he was stopped by a hand from his wife.
“Cum inside her,” ordered Rarity, ignoring Sweetie’s visible horror. “You clearly love my whore sister’s pussy more than me. Cum inside her. Knock the greedy cunt up.”
“S-spike, no,” said Sweetie, tears in her eyes. “We have to stop. We can talk about this. We can—”
“Fill her cunt. Now.”
Spike nodded, then grabbed Sweetie’s hips tightly as he bucked his hips harder, faster, rougher. Sweetie squealed in surprise, her horror mounting as she felt Spike grow nearer. His breathing grew faster, his body felt hotter. Before Sweetie could even think of a way out of it, she felt it. Spike’s cock swelling, growing harder and thicker than she ever thought possible as it throbbed, shooting his seed deep inside Sweetie’s cunt. Finally, after filling Sweetie to the brim with cum, Spike pulled his cock away, letting a thick gob of cum drip from her sloppy, used cunt. Rarity spat in disgust on her sister, approaching her and using her hand to swipe the dripping cum right back into Sweetie’s pussy.
“There, how does that feel?” asked Rarity. “How does it feel to have my man’s cum in you? Was it everything you ever dreamed it would be? Are you satisfied, you fucking whore?!”
Sweetie Belle finally broke down into open tears, unable to take this any more. She knew she deserved every single word, every nasty name, every foul thing Rarity could ever do to her, but it hurt so much. She had ruined her sister’s marriage, stolen her man, and now she was being punished for her homewrecking ways.
“Glad you got your rocks off,” said Rarity. She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it off to reveal her big, beautiful tits. “Because now it’s my turn.” She stepped out of her skirt and her panties, slowly approaching the two. “Anything you need to say before I put your tongue to better use?”
“R-rarity. I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong,” sniffled Sweetie. “If I could take it back, I would. But this… This is too far. I don’t want—”
Sweetie surely had more to say, if not for the harsh introduction of Rarity’s palm to her face. She gasped, almost too shocked to take in the pain. She had fought with her sister before, many, many times, but Rarity had never laid her hands on her. She was better than that. Always the sort to come to a peaceful resolution.
There was none of that woman left in Rarity’s expression. She possessed an aura of violent anger, an air of fire and fury that reduced Sweetie to a little girl again. Sweetie opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a low, croaking cry.
“You’ve ruined my life. You don’t get to say what’s too far,” growled Rarity. “You’ve taken everything from me. This isn’t far enough. So, I’m going to climb onto your face and grind my cunt against your nose. If you want even the smallest chance of recovering our relationship, I suggest you do your best to make me cum.”
Before Sweetie had any more time to argue, Rarity climbed onto the bed, straddling Sweetie’s face. True to her word, she brought her hips down, grinding her pussy into Sweetie’s face. Soon, with tears in her eyes, Sweetie let her tongue wander around Rarity’s lower lips. She felt her face flush as she ate out her sister, repulsed by what she was being forced to do. But she had done wrong. She stabbed Rarity in the back. Sweetie knew that she deserved any punishment her sister provided and, if there was even a slight chance of mending things between them, Sweetie swore to do everything possible to preserve that chance.
“You’re actually doing it? You’re desperate as much as you’re greedy, then,” remarked Rarity. “I really hope he was worth it, darling. I hope, for your sake, that my man was worth all of this.”
“You need me to give you two some time alone?” asked Spike. Rarity turned over her shoulder, giving him a glare.
“Get the rest of the things,” said Rarity dryly. Spike shrugged, but rolled off of the bed and made his way to the closet. He rummaged around a bit, leaving Sweetie Belle to wonder what was happening. The rest of the things? What could that mean?
“I can’t find it, babe,” murmured Spike, digging through the large closet. “I told you, we need to clean up some of this clutter. Or get you some sort of chest for your fabrics, there’s cloth all over the place.”
“On the shelf, Spike,” huffed Rarity. The pace of her breathing gave Sweetie hope. She sounded close. Sweetie could make her cum, soon. She wasn’t sure how much Rarity really meant her earlier promise, but it was all Sweetie could hope for. “Behind your comic books.”
“Ah, I see it now. Thanks, hon.”
“You know, I really didn’t expect you to actually try.” Rarity bent forward, leaning in so that Sweetie could hear. “No, this was just supposed to humiliate you. If you’re going to act like a whore, I thought I would treat you like one. But that fact that you’re actually trying to save our relationship… That makes what comes next even sweeter for me.”
Rarity slid off of Sweetie’s face, leaving a slick trail of fluid up her features, matting down her hair with Rarity’s arousal. Sweetie took in deep breaths, trying to fight away the tears. She tried to speak, to put her remorse into words, but her voice caught in her throat. She choked up even more as Spike approached her, several lengths of rope in tow. He tossed two of them to Rarity, who went about fastening one each to a bedpost. Sweetie felt her heart pick up pace as Spike did the same with his two ropes.
“What… What are you doing?” asked Sweetie nervously. Rarity didn’t answer, instead grabbing her tightly by the arm and wrapping rope around Sweetie’s wrist. Predictably, Sweetie struggled and fought, only for a firm slap from her sister to stop her in her tracks.
“Sit. Still.” Rarity spoke through gritted teeth, leaving no room to misinterpret her tone. “Spike. Legs. Now.”
“Yeah, yeah. No need to get so bossy about it,” said Spike with a shrug. He dutifully bounded Sweetie’s legs to the bed posts while Rarity finished up the other arm. Now, Sweetie was spread-eagle, unable to protect herself or cover her sloppy, used, cum-filled pussy from the intrusive eyes of her sister.
“R-rarity…”
“What now?” asked Spike. Rarity gave him a decisive nod, which told Spike everything he needed to know. He climbed over Sweetie Belle, straddling Sweetie and looking down at her, her face a mess of tears and juice from Rarity’s cunt. Sweetie looked up into her lover’s eyes, seeing a gleam that she had never seen in him before. There was no love, not an ounce of regret for anything that had transpired. His eyes were cold, harsh. Angry.
“You knew this couldn’t go on forever, Sweetie,” said Spike. He leaned in and planted a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. He watched her confusion for a moment before grabbing her around the neck and squeezing. Panic immediately clawed at Sweetie’s chest, her eyes darting around the room for some escape. Spike stared blankly at her as he wrung her neck, digging his fingers into her flesh. Sweetie fought and struggled, tugging fruitlessly at her ropes.
“You know what I find funny about this whole thing?” asked Rarity, slipping her fingers into her cunt. “You very nearly got away with it. I didn’t have any proof, just a sneaking suspicion and the word of my husband. I didn’t want to do anything until I saw you do it with my own eyes.” She let out a shaky sound that was half a chuckle and half a moan. “If you would’ve just called it quits before today, we would’ve been able to live a happy life. But you’re such a greedy, disgusting, despicable whore that you couldn’t keep your lips from my man’s cock! And now… Now it’s going to cost you.”
Sweetie couldn’t even think about responding. She couldn’t get air through her throat, in or out. She gasped futilely, begging for air that was unlikely to ever come. Sweetie struggled, her eyes going red and bloodshot from the massive pressure she was feeling in her head. It felt like her skull was going to burst. Color faded from Sweetie’s vision, the world around her going to grey, then white.
Rarity crawled forward, nestling her head between her sister’s legs. She lapped at Sweetie’s pussy, slurping up the cum that was oozing from her used hole. Rarity ran her tongue up Sweetie’s slit, collecting the last of Spike’s evacuating cum, before forcing three fingers into Sweetie’s snatch. With one hand between her legs and the other fingering her little sister, Rarity tongued at Sweetie’s clit, watching with sick satisfaction at the way she twitched and fidgeted in her bonds. The pain that was racking her body drowned out the pleasure from Rarity’s tongue. Her brain was shutting down from a lack of oxygen, her face turning blue and her eyes bulging slightly in her skull. It looked like they would pop right out if Spike squeezed just a bit tighter.
“Come on, you slut,” muttered Rarity as she lapped at her sister’s cunt. “Cum. Cum for me. Cum for my husband that you thought you could steal away from me. I want the last thing you feel to be one last orgasm before your heart stops. Getting your rocks off seemed to be the only thing you cared about anyway. Seems a fitting end for such a worthless excuse for a sister.”
Sweetie didn’t think it was possible, but she felt her tears flow anew. Even while the only man she ever loved squeezed the life out of her, she was still able to process the venom in Rarity’s every word. Sweetie hated this, hated that her sister felt this way, but she hated herself most of all. She knew, deep down, that she deserved this.
“Rarity…” Sweetie’s voice was nothing more than a faint croak, her crushed larynx struggling to produce a sound. “I’m… Sorry…”
Spike squeezed tighter, his nails shredding into Sweetie’s neck and stealing whatever remained of her apology into a croaking, barely audible breath. Sweetie’s bloodshot eyes went still in her skull, staring endlessly past Spike. With a sigh, Spike rolled off of his mistress, picking the bits of her skin from his nails.
“Are you happy now?” asked Spike.
“Not happy. Horny.” Rarity rubbed her pussy eagerly at the sight of her sister’s corpse, her lower lips dripping arousal down her thighs. “Fuck me now.”
“Right now?” Spike shook his head in disbelief. He knew Rarity would be a bit off-kilter once Sweetie was dealt with, but he wasn’t expecting this. “Fine. You wanna move somewhere else, or move her, or…”
Spike trailed off, because Rarity was already in action. She crawled forward, clambering over Sweetie’s body. She kissed the corpse deeply on the lips, groping Sweetie’s tits and squeezing her ass before turning to lay face up on the body.
“Fuck me,” Rarity said again. “Right here. Right on top of the little whore. Come on, do it! Fill me up! She didn’t get to cum before she died, so the least I can do is orgasm for her.” Rarity laughed derisively. “As tribute, you see?”
Spike looked like he was going to argue, but thought better of it. He grabbed Rarity by the hips and forced his cock into her puffy, juicy pussy. Rarity let out a moan, scissoring her legs around Spike much in the same way that Sweetie had before. Spike wasted little time in pounding into his wife, feeling her velvety insides squeeze his cock, like they were made for each other.
“Yes, Spikey! Fuck me harder!” moaned Rarity. “I want the little bitch to feel me rocking her body her whole trip to hell!”
“Is defiling your sister’s corpse turning you on?” asked Spike, though the way Rarity was demanding his cock seemed to answer his question for him. She thrust her hips forward, trying to force more cock into her while simultaneously digging her fingernails into her dead sister’s tits.
“She had it coming! She tried to steal you from me! Now look at her!” Rarity turned her head and spat onto Sweetie’s face, catching her in the eye. “She’s dead. We killed her, Spike, squeezed the life out of her! And now, no one will try to take you from me ever ag—”
Rarity let out a gasp as Spike’s hands found themselves wrapping around her neck and squeezing tightly. She clawed at his hands, only for Spike to raise her head and bash it against Sweetie’s until Rarity was unable to tell up from down, nevermind fight back. Spike growled, squeezing as if he wanted to pop Rarity’s head off her shoulders entirely.
“You are a crazy bitch,” Spike whispered, though he wasn’t sure if Rarity could even hear him at the moment. The collision of her head to Sweetie’s had dazed her, maybe even giving her a concussion. “You think I’m dumb, huh? I know what your plan is. You were gonna let me knock you up, then take me out too, right? What, poison me? Or do you have something in the closet to do the job? Then, when I’m dead, you’re gonna call the cops and make it seem like this was all my plan. That I raped and killed my wife and sister-in-law.”
Spike slid his cock from Rarity’s pussy, but kept up his grip on her throat. She struggled much like her sister, perhaps even more feebly, and Spike had no problem at all keeping her in place. He rubbed his cock against her lower lips, sliding it up her slit and teasing her hot, wanting pussy with his length.
“And wanna hear the kicker of it all?” asked Spike. He brought his cock lower, past Rarity’s pussy and sliding into Sweetie Belle. “I always liked your sister better anyway.” He smirked at Rarity’s disgusted, horrific expression, though she struggled to keep her eyes open enough to even glare at him. “Yeah, I wish I would’ve fucked her first. She would’ve made a much better wife than you. Sweetie fucked me like you only wish you could.” Spike pumped his hips forward, burying his cock deeper into Sweetie’s rapidly-cooling pussy.
“L-let me… Go…” gasped Rarity. The light in her eyes began to fade, her movements getting even weaker. “Spike…”
“Every date. Every dinner. Every time we fucked. I was thinking of your sister.” Spike tightened his grip, fucking Sweetie’s sticky pussy even harder. “I never loved you. I always wanted Sweetie. And I’m going to cum in her again while I choke the life from your lungs, honey.” He gave Rarity a soft peck on the cheek before picking up his speed, pounding balls deep into Sweetie’s dead, cold cunt.
Spike groaned as he felt his cock swell in Sweetie’s pussy, erupting thick gobs of cum for the corpse’s second creampie. His hands tightened around Rarity’s throat, his wife’s last movements coming to a slow stop before her eyes went glassy and vacant, much like her sister’s. Spike pulled his slimy, sticky cock from Sweetie’s cunt, then grabbed Rarity by the hair and used her sapphire locks to clean his length.
Spike let out a tired sigh, looking over the scene. Two bodies. His wife, his mistress, both dead. He should’ve been concerned. He should’ve been thinking about how to confess, or how to ditch the bodies and erase the evidence. He should’ve been thinking about the little corner that was surely waiting for him in hell.
But, instead, all Spike could think about was Sweetie Belle’s cold, cum-stuffed corpse. He stroked his cock back to attention, flipping the corpse over to get a good look at her ass. Nice size. Round. Pert. Compact, almost. Better than Rarity in just about every way. Spike smirked, grabbing the corpse of his mistress by the hip.
“I always got another round for you, Sweetie.”
