Spikey Wikey, Too

Spike's visit to Zecora to get help hadn't gone great so far. The most productive things Zecora did was plug her ears and nose, then divert his flame burp to light her brewing pot fire instead of destroying something useful.

He wanted to do something productive, but that had to wait.

“Zecora!” Rarity screamed from outside Zecora's front door. “Hello? Are you there?”

Spike panicked, turning to grab Zecora. Hm, she felt... softer than usual against his claws.

“I can't let Rarity see me like this!” Spike shouted, his volume still out of control. He folded his claws and begged. “Please don't let her know I'm here!”

Zecora sighed, never one to take Spike's Rarity-obsession seriously. She pointed to an empty basket in one corner of the room. Spike ran to hop inside and closed the lid. He hoped he didn't burp in the flammable basket.

“Oh dear,” shouted Rarity as Zecora opened the door for her. “I'm talking even louder than I thought aren't I?”

“I have volume concerns today by the scores,” said Zecora as Rarity walked into her hut. “But it seems that I'm ready to help you with yours.”

“Eh, I-I'm sorry?!” Rarity leaned closer and rubbed one ear with her hoof. “I can't seem to hear anything! I was hoping you could help!”

Rarity put both hooves on Zecora's chest as if to make sure she understood, and Zecora politely pushed them away, walking to a table of bottles and components.

“I have no idea what happened!” Rarity shouted as she followed Zecora. “One minute, I was sewing phoenix feathers onto a dress, and the next I couldn't hear my own voice!”

“Ah, the feathers of that bird can affect ponies' ears,” Zecora said in recognition as she turned from checking her supplies. “It's a magic ailment I've treated for years.”

That meant that whatever clothing line Rarity was making with them was hazardous to the health of her buyers, not that it would stop her, or them if it was in style. Spike peeked out at Rarity wearing her cute pink saddlebags as she often did on trips. As she turned toward Zecora, his eyes locked onto Rarity's beautiful slit.

It wasn't easy being the perfect height to stare at everypony's best bits. He could draw a detailed sketch of all his friends' pussies from memory at this point. But now it seemed more enticing than ever, drool escaping his maw.

“I only know you're talking 'cause your mouth is going up and down,” shouted Rarity, then sniffed a few times before coughing and speaking at a more normal volume. “Oh, goodness! I hope that incredibly pungent odor belongs to some sort of magical curative.”

Zecora gave up on communicating and just started the potion; it must have been easy to make.

“I hope you're not busy,” Rarity shouted at her again. “But I must have my hearing back! It turns out that I talk to myself while I sew, and without that conversation, I simply can't think!”

Zecora pulled an ear dropper from a nearby shelf and filled it full of the potion she mixed.

“It's a simple cure, and the directions are clear,” Zecora shouted as she hoofed over the cure. “Just one or two drops in each of your ears.”

“Oh, thank you. You're an ear saver,” Rarity said as she took it in her magic and put a few drops in each ear. She then shouted again. “Oh, and while I am here, do you have any blemish cream?! Spike is having some scale issues!”

“You have no idea!” shouted Spike. He meant to mutter it to himself, but there went his volume control.

She also had no idea how hard he was getting. His dicks slipped from his draconic slit and were throbbing so hard it was painful. Since dragons had a hemipenis, he had double the dick and double the pain from the experience. They itched as bad as the rest of him, but not for scratching.

Rarity smelled fantastic even over his own stench. Zecora smelt great too, but Rarity's aroma was amazing. It was like the sweet scent of her perfumed pussy he got a whiff of sometimes, but so much more potent. Or maybe his condition made it seem more potent?

For now he couldn't scratch that itch though. Instead he covered his muzzle as if that would do any good.

“I think I heard something!” gasped Rarity, batting her ear with a hoof. She screamed, “Your cure is working already!”

“The cream that you want is just over here,” Zecora retrieved another bottle. “It's a popular potion for all creatures this year.”

“Thank you, Zecora,” sighed Rarity.

Spike took his chance, hopping out of the basket and pushing open the nearby window. Zecora nodded at him, and he hoped to Celestia she didn't see his raging boners as he flopped out of the window into the bushes outside the hut.

He planned to flee through the one part of the forest with no tree cover so the giant flying predators Smolder warned him about could see him more easily. That seemed the smartest choice.

He stopped before he did though. Damn, Rarity's scent was strong, even intoxicating.

“I don't mean to be rude,” shouted Rarity as Zecora walked her out. “But I do think your hut could use an airing out!”

“Rarity's gone!” Zecora called out once Rarity was out of earshot, which wasn’t very far in this case.

But Spike didn’t care. He stumbled after Rarity and forgot all else. He still itched all over, but he had an even more intense itch he wanted to scratch. That he NEEDED to scratch. His whole body was glowing from the need.

Spike got to Rarity while she was trotting beneath a covered area of the path and ran into her. He slammed into her plot from behind, taking an even deeper breath of her scent as his nose glanced against her amazing slit. He bounced off and landed on his behind as Rarity turned to see what ran into her.

“Oh, Spike. What are you doing here?” asked Rarity in a shout. She blushed, but didn't mention his raging boners to be polite. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten one or two around her.

“Rarity,” Spike said drunkenly as he staggered to his feet and approached Rarity, drooling with claws outstretched. “I'm gonna fuck you whether you want it or not!”

His mind was too addled to think of anything but getting his dicks into Rarity's sweet-smelling holes, face like a crazed foalaphile cornering a terrified filly guide.

“I'm sorry, could you repeat that?” Rarity leaned her head toward him as she shouted. “I was just at Zecora's, but I'm heading back!” She pulled out the ear dropper to show him. “I can't read these instructions! Does this say 'Two drops once a day' or 'one drop twice a day'?”

Spike didn't care about that. He smacked the drops out of the air and staggered around to her other end. Rarity only got the picture when he yanked her tail up with one claw and pushed his muzzle to her slit. He held her plot with his other claw and lapped deeply, his long tongue forcing its way all the way to her cervix.

“Oh my Celestia, that's long!” Rarity squealed. She rolled her eyes back, but recovered and pulled away. She separated from him with a lewd slurp and turned to face him again. “Spike! Never lick a lady there without permission or at least pay up front!... Spike are your scales getting worse? I got some cream from Zecora to help!”

When Rarity deprived him of her delicious flavor, it made him furious. This bitch had cock-teased him for so long, always insinuating she might put out and never doing it. Yet she fucked stallions and even school-age colts that did half as much for her as Spike did. Now she told him to pay even though she loved his tongue?

“I got the only cream you need,” Spike growled. “Insufferable cock-teasing bitch!”

Spike grabbed Rarity's head with both claws, jerking it downward and pushing it to his crotch. As Rarity opened her muzzle to respond, she found it stuffed with double shafts instead. Her face contorted with disgust, his pungent dicks tasting even worse than the rest of him.

As she tried to pull back, her horn lit to push him away. But Spike wouldn’t release her until every hole dripped with dragon spunk. He bit her glowing horn, closing his maw and breathing flame. He kept the burst of fiery energy contained within his muzzle, burning even hotter around the horn.

Rarity screamed bloody murder at the pain coursing through her. A horn was the most sensitive part of a unicorn, and now hers boiled in a raging fire. Spike twisted his head as the horn became brittle under the heat, snapping it off her head and spitting it onto the ground next to them.

Dizzy from the agony, Rarity screeched. The amazing vibrations tantilized Spike's shafts as he gripped her head in his claws, digging them in like nails. Blood trickled down her beautiful face as he rammed himself into the back of her throat and savored her violent gagging around his dick.

Spike groaned at the wonderful convulsions around his shafts as he packed them into her tight throat. As he thrust, he savored her terrified expression and the blood glistening through her pale white fur. His tongue lapped at the tears pouring from her agony-filled eyes.

He knew his actions should horrify him, but amazing new instincts flowed through him and it felt incredible. Maiming and using a helpless mare was a power trip, and even more so when it was Rarity, a pony that trusted him to never harm her. Rarity had never been sexier than she was at his mercy.

“Come on, use your tongue!” Spike demanded. “I know you're better at cock-sucking than this. I spied on you during that 'business meeting' that got you a deal on the Canterlot Boutique. You went down on like a dozen stallions and mares and they all loved it, so slurp me like you slurped them before I tear out your tongue by the root!”

Rarity only blushed in shame and complied. Terrified to jerk away anymore lest his embedded claws tear open her face, she seemed to resign herself to finishing him. She lapped her tongue, rippling it against one shaft then the other each time he drew back, twirling her tongue around the base as he pushed into her throat. Her swallowing became more intense as she tried to get him off as quickly as possible. Perhaps she thought it'd be over if she finished him, but it wouldn't be.

Spike wanted to hold it in, to make the sobbing cunt suffer as long as possible, but it was impossible. The hot cum surged from within, bursting into Rarity's muzzle and giving more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. Rarity sounded ready to vomit, and given how his cum tasted in his condition, she had good reason.

But his spunk was also boiling hot as if all that pent up horniness from the years she teased him came out at once. She struggled anew, getting her muzzle away only to have the rest of the scalding sperm spray into her eyes. She gagged, vomiting up his first load before screaming.

“Please just let me go Spike!” Rarity begged. Her pleading was sweet music to his ears, and he couldn't wait to hear more.

“No fucking way,” Spike growled. “You've denied me for too long, now every hole you have is mine! This is what you deserve for shaking that pussy at me to get me to do your bidding! I'm gonna RUIN you, Rarity!”

Rarity screamed again, kicking hard. Her hoof landed a blow right between his legs at the base of his cocks, pain surging through him. Dragon balls may have been internal, but getting kicked there still hurt like hell, making him double over for a moment before recovering.

Rarity pried herself free of his claws and galloped back towards Zecora's for help. She couldn't gallop straight with her horn injury though and slammed face first into a nearby tree. Spike rushed her from behind, grabbing her by the tail.

“Spike please!” Rarity pleaded. “This isn't you! Something is wrong with you! You're possessed or something!”

“Oh and you know all about being possessed, 'Nightmare Rarity',” Spike rolled his eyes. “You were hotter in that form by the way.”

“Zecora help me!” Rarity screamed hoping Zecora would come.

Spike couldn't believe what an insufferable bitch Rarity was being! All he wanted was what she owed him and she was being a total drama queen about it!

Rarity flailed a hind leg to kick him again, but this time he caught it. The surge of lust and rage giving him strength, he twisted the leg at the knee, snapping it with a grotesque sound and twisting. Rarity wailed as he turned it further, breaking the joint until it was a swollen mess of bone shards poking through bloody flesh.

Spike didn't stop. He breathed a spout of flame over her back, her fur igniting as her shrieked raised an octave. Too delirious to care about the noise she made, Spike enjoyed the sight of her flesh boiling off as her fur burned away. The scent of her charred flesh reached his nostrils, so delicious, and he found him drooling on her, the saliva becoming steam the instant it touched her hot flesh.

As he tossed her flaming saddlebags aside, Spike flipped her over by her broken leg, though the pain drowned underneath the other agony. He looked down into the abject terror in her face and grinned. It was more than fear of rape.

“You realized I’m going to kill you didn't you?” panted Spike, having no intention of denying her expectations. “I’ll cum so hard as you die, then maybe defile your corpse for good measure! It’s what a dirty whore like you deserves!”

He shoved her back against the rocky ground, and breathed another burst of flame onto her upper body. Her screech cut off as her tongue swelled and burst from the heat, leaving her only able to gag pitifully. Her front legs kicked as they were well cooked and her eyes oozed out of her eyes in a fountain of bloody puss before boiling off her face.

He moved down, frying her lower body. She twitched helplessly as he charred her other legs, tail burning to ashes. As her skin boiled apart, her pussy and ass were glued shut by melted flesh, but that only made the over-used slut tighter.

He let up before he killed her, not wanting to end her well-deserved suffering yet. He patted the remaining flames out and left her charred body shivering on the ground. Spike had never seen a pony in so much agony.

‘Please kill me,’ Rarity mouthed the words, unable to make a sound.

“Not yet!” growled Spike as he pushed his double cocks to her charred pussy and ass. “I'm not finished torturing my favorite cock tease yet!”

Spike pushed his hips forward, pushing his rock hard members through Rarity's melted flesh to pry open her rape holes. Her pushed deep, her body arching as the stinging torment flowed through her existing agony. Rarity vomited a fountain of blood, cum, and food as he rammed deep.

His muscles flexed as he forced his way in, the warmth of Rarity's luscious wet pussy and tight ass sliding down his lengths. Her ruined vulva and sphincter clenched with her convulsions, letting him feel the pressure sliding along his barbed length with each thrust.

He shivered as his belly slapped against her hot flesh. Finally! He pulled back and thrust, blood drooling from her holes like wounds as he drilled her. Too small to reach for a kiss in this position, he licked her belly instead, savoring the flavor of burned fur and flesh. He sank his teeth in, pulling a strip of well-done flesh from her belly.

The bloody meat sliding around his maw drove him on further, and soon he was tearing off chunks of meat. Her face twisted in fear and agony, trembling and hoping to die soon to end this. He ripped his claws down her front to tear open her gut, a sight that would normally make him vomit only making him hungrier.

As he pushed his maw into her gaping gut, he gripped her flanks with his claws. He dug through her flesh as if his claws were lengthening, and slapped his body against her, blood and fluid splashing with each impact. He couldn't believe how incredible a dying mare felt around his dicks. It was no wonder dragons and ponies had trouble getting along when pony murder was this hot!

To think he could have murdered her this at any time! He never had to do anything for her; he just had to fry her slutty plot and fuck her as she died. Still this was worth any wait. Dozens if not hundreds of stallions had came into this thot's pussy and asshole, but she'd die with his cum inside her. That's all that mattered now.

“This is exactly how you deserve to die,” Spike groaned as he gnawed up her stomach, his own cum drooling from it as he tore it apart. “Was it worth denying me the pussy I deserve all those times?”

He tore out her stomach, liver, and spleen as he feasted, his thrusting motions speeding with each delicious swallow. He ripped out a long strand of intestines, wrapping it around his neck like a decoration.

Spike's strength surged as he grabbed her unbroken hind leg, twisting it and enjoying the sound of her flesh tearing and bone shattering. He ripped it free, holding it in both claws and gnawing the meat off, gore falling down his chest. Rarity barely noticed the missing leg as she waded in an ocean of torment.

Rarity tried to scream for mercy one last time but only vomited up another fountain of gore. She gagged, no longer strong enough to turn her head and spill it. Spike groaned at the sight of Rarity choking to death on her own vomit; it was the perfect way for the conniving slut to meet her end. His shafts throbbed as he enjoyed the sight of her agonizing death.

As her body convulsed in deathgasm, Spike blew his load hard, pumping her womb and intestines full of his burning spunk. They swelled inside her eviscerated gut, her womb stretching out like a water balloon before it burst, her intestines splitting open.

Her gut was soon a soup of white and red swirls as her life faded forever. The last sensation Rarity had during her well-deserved demise was the flood of seed from her murderer. He came harder as he realized that he was now fucking her worthless corpse.

So excited by the moment, Spike hadn't noticed his scales stopped itching. He continued to tear into the meat of Rarity's leg, consuming it to the bone as his flesh became stone starting with his feet. He froze mid-bite as it covered his entire body.

As the stone shattered and released his now-winged form, his lustful rage left him as the stonescales did. He dropped Rarity's leg in horror, staring down at the fresh corpse of his crush he had just murdered.

“Shit...”