Spikey Wikey, Too

"I-I gotta find Zecora!" Spike said aloud. "B-but... what do I tell her happened?"

"I saw everything you did," a voice said behind him. "You need not keep it hid."

Spike turned to see Zecora sitting on her haunches a good ten paces away. She must have gotten close when he was encased in stone, but how much had she seen?

For a moment he wondered if he should attack her too for what she'd seen, but she was holding a potion bottle in front of her with one front hoof using that freaky sticky-hoof maneuver that ponies and like-creatures do when they hoof-hold things. The potion was black and bubbly, and he assumed it would do something terrible to him if he attempted to attack her.

Then he noticed her other hoof. Zecora had her hind legs spread, sitting up on her haunches, her free hoof rapidly rubbing at her own slit, tweaking at her clit. Profuse sticky fluid visibly drooled down her thighs. She wasn't just watching him, she was enjoying the show.

"H-how much did you see?" Spike stammered the question.

"Most; it was an enjoyable show," Zecora said. "And how that thot deserved to go."

If that was how Zecora thought of Rarity, she must have been being more honest than usual. Then again, it wasn't like Spike could tell on her for anything now. She had no reason to pretend to be decent around him.

"O-okay," Spike wasn't sure he agreed with her even though he was the one to do it. He agreed with her while doing it, but now he felt sick. "B-but she's dead, and I'm gonna be in trouble. I-I was gonna drag her back to your hut and see if you could help her."

"Hmm, well we need give no excuse of course," Zecora pondered, continuing to masturbate casually, but brandishing the potion more when Spike looked like he might step towards her. "A monster came, and we never found the corpse."

"B-but there is a corpse," Spike said. "We can't just leave her here to rot! And um, I kinda don't want her to be dead, now that I'm not drowning in... whatever that mood was."

"I would use her cadaver for potion parts," Zecora admitted. "But there is a way if you want to save your sweetheart. But it's neither legal nor moral, and I'd be less ingredients for my potions oral."

"I don't care if it's legal!" Spike begged. He stepped towards her and didn't care when she brandished the potion more. He fell on his knees and folded her claws, looking less than sincere when covered with Rarity's gore. "Just bring her back! I'll do anything!"

"Anything you say?" Zecora pondered. When he came closer, she stood and took a few steps back, though he could still see and smell the juice drooling down her hind legs. Damn she smelled good. "I can do this, but only half way. To mend her body, her soul must fall. She would be little more than an undead thrall."

"Uh, and that is?" Spike blinked.

"A slave whose master she must obey," explained Zecora. "For that to be use, I need 'anything' as you say."

"Anything!" Spike repeated, but as he came down from his high, he put more thought into her being here. "W-why are you so calm about this? Even if you get off on this stuff, you seem like you expected it."

"Rape and murder are in a dragon's blood," nodded Zecora with a slight smirk. "Twas a matter of time 'fore your lust struck like a flood. I'm pleased to have been witness to it, though; and if you help me a bit, I'll tell no one you've done so."

"S-seriously?" Spike didn't like this conversation, but couldn't deny it got to him. He felt his shafts easing out of his reptilian slits again and didn't even care if she saw them. "So you're okay with me killing ponies? But wait! Smolder is a dragon, and she hasn't killed anyone, so it's clearly not natural!"

"Hasn't she killed, are you sure?" Zecora tilted her head. "I can't imagine a dragon living with ponies being so pure."

"Um, kinda sure?" Spike wasn't, actually. Come to think of it, there were a lot of visitors and temporary students. If Smolder chose her victims well, it was possible she could get away with a lot. Didn't three visitors go missing during that festival set up to welcome Ember to visit? Was murdering ponies really normal for dragons?

"Let's move to my hut, for beneath the main room," Zecora said. "I have a place for dark arts I've meant to show Apple Bloom. When we arrive, questions you mustn't ask, for the utmost care is required for such a task."

"R-right," Spike nodded.

Zecora let Spike go first for obvious reasons. He scooped what he could of Rarity's charred guts from the ground, sloshing them into her cooling cadaver the best he could. After the loose pieces were inside her chest cavity, he dragged her awkwardly towards Zecora's hut.

So Zecora had known this was about to happen? That means she sent Rarity home knowing that Spike would probably attack her. Even followed her hoping to get a peek and then masturbating as Rarity died rather than saving her. Spike guessed Zecora really had been an evil enchantress, and just gotten in good with Ponyville so they'd leave her alone.

But maybe this all worked out best. The more he thought about it, the more he rationalized it to be true. Not only had he gotten revenge on this cock-tease by giving her the agonizing death she deserved, once this finished she'd be his slave. He could use her whenever he wanted, tell her to do anything.

His mind filled with things he could command her to do. While tempted to keep her to himself, it'd also be hot to make her into a public slut that no one would respect. He wondered how Rarity's family and friends would react to her coming on to them. Or he could have her offer herself publicly to him or others. Public sex was rude in Equestria, but not illegal.

When he arrived at the hut, Zecora galloped ahead of him to open the door, her tail swishing and blowing her scent to his nose again. He shivered as he watched her enter and leave it open for him. He dragged Rarity in, and Zecora shut the door behind him. Zecora went to one corner of the hut, rolling aside a carpet and opening a trap door on the floor. She motioned inside so that is where Spike dragged his dead crush.

The basement of the hut was creepy though mostly because he couldn't see much in the dark, musky expanse. There were stone floor and walls with various stains on them, shelves lined with books and questionable looking concoctions, and a table in the center that looked much like an operating table a hospital might have, if a great deal less sanitary.

Zecora grabbed hold of Rarity's corpse and shoved it up onto the table. She didn't bother putting the parts in the right places, just leaving the loose bits inside her chest cavity where Spike put them. Rarity was still full of dragon spunk too, her severed limbs sitting loosely in the soup like they were basting in it.

"You must have sex with the broken ho," Zecora said as if it were the most normal thing ever. "The ritual requires one that loves her do so."

"Uh, love?" Spike asked nervously though he didn't mind the idea either. "I mean I killed her and all so probably not 'pure' love."

"This is dark magic, it need not be pure," Zecora smirked. Spike had to wonder if this really was needed or if she was just showing more of her kinky side. "I say using one that shunned you is true love for sure."

"That makes little sense," Spike said. "But not gonna question another go at that cold pussy. Wow... can't believe I'm saying that so easily already."

"Please, let it out," said Zecora. "It's what your species is all about."

Spike climbed up onto the table, looking down at Rarity's body. If he hadn't been the one to turn her into this mangled mess of flesh, he'd never be able to tell it had once been Rarity. His shafts where throbbing now, and he didn't even care that Zecora watched as she gathered ingredients.

Rarity's corpse cunt was hanging loose from use. Her tailhole was tighter but still easily accessible. He pushed his tips against them, the squish of penetration filling the quiet chamber as he pushed inside. The once warm flesh was cool and clammy, sticky rather than wet, but somehow that made it all the more arousing. His cocks throbbed as they sank deeper.

He could see the loose flesh that remained of her fuck tunnel and intestines stretch with his dual girths. He watched the shape of his shafts slide in and out as he thrusts his hips. He went slowly, not sure if he should get off until Zecora told him.

"You're mine now you slut," Spike panted. "Forever. I will fuck you whenever I want and everyone in Ponyville will know that you love my young dragon cocks more than anything else."

"She'll do so much more for you when this is done," Zecora said as she approached with a large canister. "You can force her in public, or with her Sweetie, what fun! Fucking her holes until they both gape; she can even assist with your murders and rape!"

"I-I might not do that again," Spike pointed out even as he fucked the corpse of his first victim, panting with each thrust.

"I'm sure you will, you horny drake," smirked Zecora. "For with the taste of blood, a perfect predator you make. Accepting this now will help you get away with it later; planning your attacks will make your success all the greater."

Zecora poured the purple bubbly mixture into Rarity. It simmered, seeping into her loose guts until Spike felt it washing along his members inside of the corpse. He kept thrusting even as it stung at his shafts. Zecora held the canister to his muzzle then, offering the last bit to him.

"Drink this," Zecora ordered. "You will regurgitate her parts that are amiss."

Spike didn't question it even if he probably should. He scarfed down the bitter mixture, which swirled around his stomach. Seconds later he felt it turn and leaned over Rarity's corpse to push his maw into her gut.

This time instead of tearing out flesh, he vomited violently. He hurled the chunks of meat and gore him'd eaten before back into her chest cavity, not that any of it was distinguishable as what it had been before. Zecora moaned as she watched, reaching a hoof around to grope his little behind in appreciation. She pushed and tugged at his tail, making sure he kept thrusting.

"Good, now cum inside your cold sex slave," Zecora nodded as his vomit tapered off. "We will rip her soul from beyond the grave."

Rarity's body twitched. It was creepy given she was still in pieces, but hot. Zecora propped up against the side of the table, pulling Rarity's dismembered parts back into the right locations, at least the parts she identified like limbs.

As Zecora worked, Spike leaned in and licked the side of her face. To his surprise, she turned and returned it with a kiss, and for a moment the two played their tongues together. Spike felt more like a stud than ever, fucking one mare he'd murdered and making out with another he barely knew.

"I'm gonna fuck you, too, Zecora," Spike panted as he pulled away from the kiss. "Alive if you want or dead if you don't."

"You wouldn't survive my rape if you tried," Zecora smirked. "But luckily your request will not be denied."

Spike pulled free of Rarity, but Zecora tugged him back into her. Instead, Zecora crawled up atop of Rarity's corpse, laying on her back atop her. She pushed her rump down into Rarity's gaping gut, pushing her rib cage apart until it cracked so she could fit. Zecora settled her own rump within Rarity's torn torso so that Spike's double rods poked her through the cold flesh.

"You like dragon cock this much?" Spike asked, feeling more and more okay with the fucked up activities.

"I like young cock much, and all young meat," Zecora smirked. "Tis why I invite foals whenever I'm in heat."

Zecora showed her flexibility by doubling over. She tugged Rarity's cold flesh in her teeth, ripping a tear down Rarity's soggy inner tunnels. Once Spike's throbbing shafts poked through the flesh, she pushed her own warm flesh in its path. They moaned together as he pushed into Zecora through Rarity, taking a moment to penetrate the tighter holes since she wasn't the rabid slut that Rarity had been.

All the same, Zecora knew how to work the shafts. She rotated her hips smoothly, the grotesque pool of gore she sat in squishing with each movement. Rarity's body was slowly knitting itself back together in the potion, but then they tore the flesh back apart with each movement. Spike's hip thrusts became more violent as he sank his claws deep into Rarity's flanks, feeling the flesh reform around his claws so he could rip it anew.

Zecora pulled herself off of Spike's shafts for a moment, but only so she could turn herself around to face Rarity. As Rarity's face shifted back into place, Zecora kissed her sloppily and pushed her rump back onto the protruding tips of Spike's shafts.

"Soon the spell will do its deed," panted Zecora. "You can delight in her screams 'fore she's made to follow your creed."

"F-forced?" Spike panted in return as he watched the cadaverific make-out session beneath him and thrust more rapidly, grasping Zecora's wide plot. "So will she be like... aware but unable to stop herself?"

"So it is," Zecora confirmed even as he felt her pussy tense up around him. "Is there a problem with this?"

"Problem?" asked Spike. "No way! That'll be super hot! I'll have her do all sorts of things she hates!"

It became increasingly hard for Zecora to keep her rump pressed down into the chasm as Rarity's insides slowly knitted back together, but Spike gripped her hard in his claws and yanked her back in. When she pulled too far away, he ripped open Rarity's gut again to pull her back in.

Finally when her lungs reformed enough, Rarity let out a blood-curling scream. Zecora kissed her midway through, enjoying the vibrations of the screech and shivering violently herself. As Spike felt Zecora's pussy explode in bliss around his tip, he yanked her head back and away from Rarity's face, wanting to hear Rarity's sobbing.

"No don't!" Rarity sobbed in a hollow voice. "No, let me die, please let me die!"

Her begging was too much for Spike. He blew his wad once again, this time through Rarity's reforming holes and into Zecora's. Spike dug his claws into Zecora's bottom to pull her back against him, then pushed her away once he finished depositing his spunk in another set of holes.

As Zecora pulled off of Rarity completely, her gut filled back in, body reforming to its previous hotness. Burns disappeared for her silky soft fur, wounds closed and limbs reattached, and Rarity's pleas died down. At the end it left her laying there on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Spike withdrew from Rarity's pussy and asshole, both now his possessions, and felt his claws over her body. She was still cool to the touch, none of the warmth of life having returned, but soft and pliable all the same. He climbed up onto the table, walking over her newly formed belly and standing on her chest. Batting her breasts with his tail, he looked down at her vacant eyes and folded his arms.

"So you can hear me?" Spike asked.

"Please just kill me," Rarity whispered in a hollow voice.

"I did kill you," Spike smirked. Despite another orgasm sating him, he felt more dominant again. Zecora's approval definitely hurt his mental state. "Now you're mine. You'll do what I say when I say and give no one any hint I'm in control of you. You won't let on how much you hate doing what I say unless I give you permission to sob for me."

He'd definitely give her permission sometimes; he wanted to get off on her suffering still. The idea that he'd not only murdered her, but damned her to being his undead fuck slave forever was hotter than anything he'd ever imagined. With dragon lifespans, she'd be his slave far longer than most ponies lived.

"Well done," Zecora agreed, still panting as she stood by. "But recall I'm owed payment, now come."

"Oh yeah," Spike wilted just a little. Now he knew what kind of personality she'd been hiding, so he didn't know what Zecora would ask. Still, having Rarity like this was probably worth whatever she wanted. "What did you want?"

"It's a simple request," Zecora answered. "I did not use Rarity for potions at your behest. In exchange, I'd like more rare animal potion fuel, especially from the ones that attend Twilight's school. When you use them and their bodies you maul, bring me the useful bits, that is all."

"Oh," Spike breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been coming from a necromancer. "Sure, that might be fun!"

"Then let's proceed back upstairs," Zecora nodded, satisfied. "In case one has come looking for my wares."

"You first, slut," Spike told Rarity as he hopped off the table.

Rarity looked like every movement was agony, twitching violently as she rose. Spike's sharp draconic hearing could hear the squish of coagulated blood inside of her shifting around. She inhaled sharply as she put her hooves on the floor, then staggered towards the staircase, stumbling forward.

"She looks like she's in pain," Spike licked his lips.

"In the utmost agony, oh my," Zecora nodded. "Like a heart attack, but body refusing to die. That is how she'll be with this spell, her own personal hell."

"So fucking hot," panted Spike as he followed behind Rarity. He stroked his still erect shafts as she pushed the trap door open at the top of the stairs and stumbled out.

"Oh, you're here too Rarity?" another voice came as Rarity stumbled up. Was that Twilight?

It was. As Spike ran up after her with Zecora behind him, he found that Twilight had arrived and had been waiting in the hut for them.

"Apologies, I didn't know you were here," Zecora said as she came up last and hurriedly shut the trap door. "Have you been, but your entrance I didn't hear?"

"Oh no," Twilight smiled. "Just a few minutes. I saw the basement door and knocked, but no one answered. It worried me because there's blood on the ground outside, like something was dragged. Thank goodness you're all okay!"

"Of course, we're okay," Zecora nodded and smiled. "How may I assist you today?"

"What was the blood?" Twilight tilted her head.

"T-that's not blood," Spike said. "It's um... paint? I was helping Zecora clear up the basement and... Rarity was helping with decoration ideas... yeah."

"Oh um, okay?" Twilight seemed unsure, but trusted them if no one disagreed. "Wait, Spike... you have wings?... and erections."

Spike wasn't embarrassed enough to cover himself, not anymore. Still, he didn't want to give any hint about the change, so he did his best to blush and cover them up with both claws now that she noticed.

"Ah! Um," Spike stammered, or tried. "I-I molted."

"You're probably here about his scale issue," said Zecora. "But it was only molting, and resolved with a moist tissue. He gained his wings, but as you can tell, it's done a few other... things."

"Oh um," Twilight blushed in return but nodded. "Sorry, I understand. I'm proud of you though on getting your wings, that's great! Pinkie will definitely want to throw you a party!"

"Oh and um, Rarity has news," Spike smiled. "Rarity, tell Twilight how we're dating now."

"Wait, what?" Twilight's smile faltered in confusion.

"Indeed," Rarity said in a hollow voice. "We fucked in the basement during the... clean up."

Rarity's voice clipped a few times, as if she was trying to say other things, but the magic of her reanimation wouldn't let her express anything against Spike's wishes.

Twilight stared. Dating was one thing, and Twilight understood what dating involved, but hearing Rarity say it like that was another thing entirely.

"Um... isn't he a bit... young?" Twilight finally got the words out.

"I got my wings," shrugged Spike. "I mean ponies are legal when they get their cutie mark, right?"

"Ah," Twilight nodded. "I guess it is the same thing. Congrats then? Maybe... say it less bluntly in the future though."

"Sorry," Rarity nodded, only drawing breath in to speak. "Darling."

Rarity looked at the floor with her wide, freaked-out eyes. Twilight wanted to ask why, but refrained for fear that it'd sound like an insinuation that Spike had been a bad lay. She didn't want to risk hurting his self-esteem.

"Okay," Twilight took a step back. "I think we're all tired, maybe we should head back?"

"Great!" Spike said, moving his claws now he'd got his junk back inside its place. "Once we get back, I think I need to... guess I got a lot to do now."

"Actually, I have a few things with which he can help me," Zecora smiled. "If I must borrow him longer, would you agree?"

Right, she probably wanted to give him instructions on what parts she wanted from which creatures.

"Oh sure, if that's okay with him," Twilight nodded.

"Of course!" grinned Spike. "Um, Rarity? Why don't you go back to the boutique and wait til I come get you?"

"My Spikey Wikey," Rarity nodded and turned to follow Twilight. She looked relieved to be leaving Spike's presence. He grinned wider when he thought about how she'd spend the rest of the way home wanting to ask Twilight for help and not being able to.

As Twilight and Rarity left, he watched their plots sway. Rarity stayed a few steps from Twilight as if afraid of being touched and found to be cold, but was walking much more steady now as she grew accustomed to her eternal torment.

Spike licked his lips as his eyes focused on Twilight's behind, who inadvertently flashed him her pussy as she shooed a few bugs away with her tail. Now that he'd really let go, there were so many holes he hoped to get inside.