Spikey Wikey, Too

Well, this had been an interesting day. After having a long chat with Zecora, it was getting late as Spike headed back to Ponyville, carrying the list of 'spell components' that Zecora had requested.

It was a long list, with a lot of potential targets on it. While it could be fun to eliminate so many creatures, he wondered if it was worth it. After his change of mind awakened the realization of how superior dragons were, he didn't like taking orders from food. He'd have to ask Smolder her thoughts on it.

Speaking of which, he and her needed to talk, and hopefully other things despite how brutal she turned down his previous attempts at flirting. Smolder left out some things when she told Spike about his molt, but if they were inevitable as Zecora said, Smolder had to know. Had she already been killing ponies? Had Ember done the same? Had the whole alliance with ponies been a delay until Spike got his instincts in gear for amusement's sake? He had a lot of questions to ask.

He expected to find Smolder waiting for him at her school dorm room and half-expected her to have something sexy planned for him when he arrived. He imagined somepony bound, gagged, and ready to eat.

He didn't find her there though and searched the school, but it was awkward to ask around about her with what he wanted to talk about. That and he kept having to explain his wings without telling about his happy-fun-murder-rape-time with Rarity.

Lucky for him, his nose improved with the change, and dragons smelled very different from ponies and other creatures. He followed the scent to a classroom, though he wondered what a student like Smolder would do in a classroom after hours. She had never been that studious, or smelled that good honestly.

Sure enough, he didn't find her studying. As he peeked into the open door of the classroom, he found her looking out the classroom window. It must have been something exciting, because the dragoness had spread her legs, tail swishing behind her. As the tail moved, he glimpsed one of her claws with three fingers digging into her slit, stretching it as her thumb massaged her clit. Her thigh scales were slickened with her glee, dribbles of pussy juice gliding down to the floor along her legs.

That probably explained why she was so easy to find by smell with her tail fanning her scent like that. Spike slid into the classroom, feeling his own loins stir. He shut the door, forgetting to lock it in his excitement. Smolder noticed him, glancing over her shoulder and smirking as she saw his wings. She didn't slow her masturbation, only switching to the other claw so she could lick her the secretions off the first.

"Sup," Smolder said as she looked back out the window and motioned for him to 'come hither' with her tail.

It wasn't unusual to see the students getting sexy; they were at the age where most thoughts involved sex. Equestria law was slack on public fun and getting-a-cutie-mark age was legal, so there wasn't a lot to stop them. Before he'd have reminded her that masturbating in a classroom at least was against the rules, but now he just padded up behind her. He shivered a little at the wet sound of her claws in her snatch, even more audible as he moved closer.

Every instinct told him to jump atop her and fuck her unconscious, but doing that to a dragon felt different. He blushed at the idea of making hatchlings with one of his own kind.

"W-what's got you so excited?" Spike stammered.

"Just fag watching," Smolder pointed out the window with her free claw. "Get your dumb pansy ass over here."

As Spike looked out the window, he understood. Hiding in the bushes just a few feet from the window, facing away, were Gallus and Sandbar, and they were engaged in some rather intense activity. They sat on their haunches facing one another, beak and muzzle pressed together as they kissed, slobber drooling from the eager connection. Both had full extended from their sheaths, Sandbar's thick blunt horse dick and Gallus's sharper barbed feline shaft. As Sandbar stroked his hooves over Gallus's body, Gallus displayed the superiority of claws by stroking both their shafts against one another.

"Whoa," Spike flushed further, but his shaft liked the view of their shafts enough to grow harder. "Why aren't they in the dorms? Their rooms are next to each other. Or do it in the courtyard like the other students into public play."

"They're hiding it," Smolder smirked. "Not like we don't know already. Sandbar has some stupid hangup about us knowing he takes it up the ass from a griffon. Ponies are so weird."

"Well liking it up the asshole isn't too weird for ponies," Spike chuckled. "But I think his parents are members of the Church of the Inoffensively Vague Religion, so they might get on to him. I don't think they like butt sex or griffons."

"I know," Smolder rolled her eyes. "Fucking racists."

"Yeah that's right, faggot!" Gallus growled at Sandbar loudly, not realizing they were being watched. "You want my barbs raking your insides?"

Sandbar motioned for Gallus to shush, but nodded. He turned around, crouching to push his rump up into the air as Gallus put a claw on his head and shoved it into the dirt. The griffon grinned widely as he mounted the stallion, his other claw reaching around to grasp his shaft as his own shaft pushed against Sandbar's behind.

Spike's eyes glanced at Smolder again, and she glanced back. She had to see his wings, and know from his scent that he wanted inside her, but perhaps she was waiting for him to make the first move. All he knew is she sure looked sexy and smelled even more so. Now that he got closer, he was certain the dragoness was in heat, and the hot barely-legal womb wouldn't be a bad choice to put his first clutch of eggs inside.

It wouldn't be the first time Spike tried to put the moves on her. She'd always declined rather rudely when he attempted, but maybe that was because he didn't have wings yet. He reached a claw over, coming almost an inch from touching her behind before he pulled it back. For some reason, coming on to a pussy he could impregnate made him more nervous than just banging some pony to death. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't mention it.

Outside, Sandbar squealed as Gallus forced his way inside, biting his lip to cut it off. They had a good angle to view Gallus's shaft as it stretched out the other male's anal ring, tight flesh gliding over every curve of his shaft as he pushed inside. They must have already done this a lot, because Gallus had zero trouble getting inside even without lube. Either that or Sandbar was more of a cock slut than Spike realized. Gallus clenched his eyes shut as he pounded the stallion's asshole.

"You know I smell it on you, right?" Smolder asked when Spike glanced at her nervously again.

"S-smell what on me?" Spike asked. "How horny I am?"

"Idiot," Smolder rolled her eyes. "I don't need to smell THAT. I can see your nasty-ass boners."

True enough. He wasn't exactly hiding them anymore.

"I mean I smell pony guts on you," Smolder clarified. "So who'd you kill? From the smell, I'd say you got your rape on with her too. Smells familiar."

"Guess you knew this would happen," Spike scratched his head awkwardly. "Sure wish you'd told me... but it was um... Rarity. And yes... raped her before and after. It was in the Everfree so... pretty sure I got away with it." He wasn't sure how to go over the undeath part, so left it out for now.

"Professor Rarity?" laughed Smolder. "Are you for real? Guess she cock-teased you one too many times. Damn, that's hot; serves that bitch right for turning down dragon dick."

While the males outside clenched their teeth to keep from moaning too loud, the rabid slapping of bodies was audible through the closed window. Gallus's flexing plot looked rather nice as he slammed forward into the stallion, balls smacking together with each violent thrust. The griffon stroked off Sandbar with one claw as the other squeezed at his balls, and soon the hair-triggered stallion was creaming all over the grass beneath them, body convulsing in bliss.

"I-it's a bit more complex than that, but yeah," Spike chuckled awkwardly as he glanced at Smolder again. "I'll explain later."

Smolder narrowed her eyes at him before looking back outside at the amorous boys. She switched claws again, licking one while fingering with the other, and turning her rump towards Spike as if giving him a hint, tail hiked upwards. Well that was one hint he'd be glad to take. He reached his claws to grasp her slick behind and moved behind her.

Only to squeak as her tail slapped away his claws as she turned her bottom away.

"Don't touch me, cuck," Smolder glared at him, baring her fangs. "I'd rather ride a broken unicorn horn than let a sissy like you put the first egg in my snatch."

Spike blinked when she responded in an even more aggressive tone than usual. More than that, it made him a lot more angry than before. It only increased when she leaned forward more, raising her tail again to make sure he had a good view of her still. She didn't even hide that it was on purpose.

"What's with the attitude?" Spike growled back. "You just said it was hot that I snuffed Rarity for being a cock tease!"

"You really were raised by food," Smolder rolled her eyes, then turned to glare at him. "Listen, you small-dicked pony-loving faggot. There's no way dumb beta like you could ever satisfy a real dragoness."

"I'm a faggot?" Spike stared, motioning out the window.

As if on cue, Gallus chirped joyfully as he packed a thick load of seed into his coltfriend's behind. Smolder licked her lips as she turned to look again, grinning at the sight of the two sweaty male bodies as Sandbar backed into Gallus's hammering flanks, spunk drooling down their balls as they shivered together.

"You're the not-sexy kind of faggot," Smolder added without even looking at him this time, though she waggled her plot in his direction to tease more. "Like the kind that isn't fun to watch. If I want eggs, I can find dragons with dicks bigger than your whole body that would be glad to put some in my hot puss."

"You... bitch!" Spike fumed, smoke seeping from his maw as he clenched his claws in rage.

Finally Spike couldn't take it anymore. He moved behind Smolder, dodging her tail when it tried to smack him away again. Instead, he stood on it and grabbed her head in both claws, slamming it as hard as he could on the window sill. She grunted in surprise that he had the nerve to hurt her, and before she could react, she smashed her face into the glass pane of the window, leaving a smudge of blood from the impact.

"What the fuck?" Smolder growled. "Get off!"

"Oh I'll get off, you insufferable little tease," Spike snarled in return. "I'll teach YOU to turn down my dick too."

Smolder lashed her tail back up to wrap around Spike's throat, squeezing and yanking him off. He grabbed at her wing to prevent it, but felt her tail tighten. He grasped the wing in both claws, tearing into the thin flesh between the bone and twisted it hard. As his rage built to insane levels, he felt the bone of her right wing give with a sickening crack. Smolder shrieked in shock that he'd gone that far.

Her tail lashed about and released him, sending him forward into the window as well. Too charged on lust and rage to feel the pain, he grabbed her head in both claws and slammed it into the window several more times until the glass cracked. Another two times and it shattered. Blood rolled down her face as he slammed her neck down against the shards of glass, sawing it back and forth. If she were a fragile pony, it would have sliced open her throat, but at least it left a nice deep gouge that drooled a puddle of red onto the window sill.

Spike didn't even consider that the amorous males outside would definitely notice Smolder's face smashing through the window. Instead he moved behind her again, yanking her claws behind her and wrapping them up in her own tail, yanking it tight as he held the end in his teeth.

"Don't you even fucking think about it, fudge packers!" snarled Smolder.

At first Spike thought the insult targeted him too until he registered that it was plural. Only then did he realize that Gallus and Sandbar had ceased their activity to help Smolder out the window and away from Spike, panicked looks on their faces, but she refused to be assisted.

"Spike!" Sandbar squeaked. "What are you doing? Have you gone mad?!"

"We got to get the headmare!" shrieked Gallus.

"Bout fucking time you got the idea, Spike," Smolder growled back at him, blood still drooling down her face, then added to the other males. "Seriously dudes, calm down. This is just how dragons fuck..."

"S-so he's not raping you?" Sandbar looked confused. "T-this is consenting?'

"Uh, dude, your wing looks broke as fuck," pointed out Gallus. "I can see the shape of bone shards jutting out under your scales."

"Yes, he's raping me," Smolder rolled her eyes. "This is how dragons do it, consenting sex isn't a thing in the Dragon Lands. Are you disrespecting my culture?"

"O-of course not!" Sandbar shook his head. Somehow being accused of racism was more disturbing to him than seeing one friend rape another.

"C-can we come in there and watch?" squeaked Gallus. "Maybe we can bring a med kit too."

"If you don't mind your gay asses being next," Spike grumbled as he pushed his solid shafts to Smolder's behind. He didn't specify what they'd be next for, or who the first was, letting them draw the wrong conclusion so they'd come inside. All this was making him hungry.

"You better not be thinking of raping me too," growled Smolder.

"W-we would never do that-" Sandbar started.

"Are you disrespecting my culture again?" shrieked Smolder.

Sandbar froze, stammering and unsure how to process it all.

"Come on, Sandbar," Gallus smirked. Being a predator, he adopted the idea more easily. "Let's go help 'respect dragon culture'."

Gallus dragged Sandbar off, having to walk around to the door of the classroom since the dragon breeding blocked the window. It left the two alone for a bit.

Smolder's pussy was deliciously wet, drooling down his shaft like a faucet just at the slightest touch of his shaft. He ran his tongue down to lap at her goo on her hand as he pressed both shafts forward, holding them together with his own tail to penetrate her at once to stretch out her pussy. He wanted ever every ounce of his sperm shooting into that fertile hole.

"Could you yank my broken wing straight?" Smolder asked in the same tone one might use to request help with a homework problem. "If it heals like that, I'll have trouble flying..."

"Shut up," Spike growled, done dealing with her bullshit. "You're my egg factory now; the only part I need to function is your womb."

He pushed his hips forward, prying open her labia with both shafts. Well stretched from her masturbation, she moaned as he popped inside, then rolled her eyes back as the double lengths stretched her wider. She twitched with each ridge that popped inside of her, then shivered as his belly pressed firmly against her behind.

The dragoness growled, turning her bleeding head around to grasp at her wing with her teeth. With a twist of her head, she cracked it back into place, gnawing down the bone splinters enough to keep it even. Her draconic healing factor would take care of the rest, though she wouldn't fly for a few days.

Spike concentrated on the pleasure oven between her thighs, which felt amazing around his shafts. Pony pussy was good for sure, but this hole's very purpose was to tempt dragon dick into shooting a load deep inside. He felt the unwilling convulsions wrapping him tightly, yet her hips rotated back against him. Even snarling at him, she knew what her body was for.

This had taken a very different path than he assumed it would, but Spike definitely loved it. It was a different kind of power trip, dominating a female dragon and forcibly planting his seed within her. He wanted to feel more, and he wanted to punish her for making him work so hard for it.

Smolder had relaxed into the motions when Spike grasped her other wing in both claws and twisted it hard. She widened her eyes as he cracked the bone at the shoulder, sending the wing into a flurry of spasms. He bit down on her tail harder, but loosened it around her arms so he could yank one out from the tail tie. He bent that arm back at the elbow, earning a confused shriek as he broke it as well, not stopping until it bent the wrong direction enough for her twitching claw to touch her shoulder.

"What the fuck, dude!" Smolder screamed. "Knock it off, I'm cooperating!... I didn't know you were this hard core... you'll end up ripping off my fucking arm... damn that's hot..."

She tried to keep the strong look on her face, but her eyes streamed tears now. He lapped them from her face with a sadistic grin.

"You don't need your limbs," Spike growled. "Anything not useful for pleasuring me or keeping our egg alive is unnecessary."

"Except if I need to fight to defend our egg, moron," Smolder said, trying hard not to let her crying devolve into complete sobs as he licked at her eyes. "Or if I want to get away from another male that wants to kick this one out and breed me with his; it happens ya know. And don't you want to fuck me while flying?"

Damn it. She made some valid points. He was about to twist the arm completely off at the joint, but let it go. He twisted it back into its previous approximate location, though shards of bone still splintered from the swollen twisted joint. Instead he concentrated on ramming her cunt, grasping at her plot and leaving her mangled limb as they were while he considered if he'd tear them off or not.

"Not saying it wouldn't be arousing as fuck, but..." Smolder spoke again, but was cut off.

"Guys we brought a med kit," said Sandbar as he came into the classroom, then shrieked as he arrived just in time to see Smolder's arm bent back. "Celestia's giant plot.... "

"Whoa!" Gallus blinked as he followed, apparently agreeing, but asking carefully. "Uh, should we save you now?"

"Fuck off, you racist twits," Smolder growled at them. "And you can shove that medkit up your well-fucked asses, dragons have a healing factor."

"Uh, will that help if it comes off?" Sandbar asked carefully. "Cause it sorta looks bad."

"He won't tear them off," Smolder growled even as Spike lapped more tears from her face. "RIGHT, Spike?"

"Nah, I guess not," sighed Spike. "But come on, this bitch has three holes. I know you both fuck that slut Silverstream, so neither of you are total cock fiends."

Spike rolled over, yanking Smolder's head back into the room and flopping onto his back on the floor. He grasped her broken arm, yanking it hard to turn her around on his cock by it. She groaned, but her pussy spasmed all the same as the mistreatment as she turned to face Spike.

Smolder snarled at him as she pulled her hurt arm away with her good one, using the good claw to snap her elbow more into place. She raised it to her maw, clasping her muzzle around it and gnawing for a few seconds to crush the protruding bone shards back against the bone.

"Hey now," Smolder growled when the other males came closer. "I never said you assholes could join. If you want to help, fuck each other so I can watch some more. It'll distract me from this pig's incompetent attempts to knock me up."

It seemed less like an invitation to rape than her denial of Spike and more like a 'lesser species are gross', but that was all the more reason for them to do so. This bitch needed to be properly humiliated now that she belonged to Spike, and being dominated by food was perfect. The realization that his partner's consent didn't matter had been so liberating.

"Just fuck her," Spike encouraged. "Like she said, this is how dragons do it."

While Sandbar hesitated, Gallus moved up behind Ember's tail. As Ember snarled, his slid a claw around the penetration point with Spike's double shafts, getting it slimy before he spread the lube onto his own shaft and pressed his tip against her rear entry. She wasn't used to taking it in the exit, so was a lot tighter than Sandbar.

Gallus yanked her tail out of the way, though he had some difficulty targeting as she squirmed, moving her rear back and forth even as Spike impaled her other hole. Finally Gallus grabbed her hips, digging his claws in and biting down on her whipping tail, holding her steady enough to start. He then groaned, rolling his eyes back as he pressed within. Spike could tell by that reaction that the convulsions of an unwilling behind felt better than what he was used to.

Spike worked his hips in sync with Gallus', exchanging thrusts to push Smolder's hips back and forth between them. The pounding got harder and harder as if competing how violently they could slam the female's hips against her other rapist. As he pounded the soggy pussy, Spike wrapped his tail around Gallus' ball sack, massaging to encourage the griffon to violate her harder. Griffons didn't have draconic stamina, so once he'd worn himself out on a couple asses, Gallus would be a nice easy kill, and he had plenty of the griffon parts Zecora asked for.

Smolder cracked her second wing back into place, then growled as Gallus clenched the back of her neck in his beak, chirping happily as he banged her bottom harder, the delightful slurp of his cock in her rear joining with the juicy slap of Spike in her front.

"Come on, dude," Gallus encouraged his lover to come be culturally sensitive with him.

When Sandbar got the guts to approach, Smolder glared at him harshly. She blushed head to tail already at being used like this and didn't want a third penetration added to the mix.

"I will bite your dick off," Smolder snarled at the stallion. "I am not even joking. I will shred it into strips of flesh with my fucking teeth."

Sandbar took a step back, looking more worried than before. "Um, guys, I don't think she..."

"She won't," Spike assured him, but knew the dragoness would. It was an unspoken understanding between the two dragons that these two were their victims. To make the pony more willing though, Spike lodged his claws against the corners of Smolder's muzzle, prying her maw open and pushing his claw against her gums so she couldn't close it.

"Yeah go ahead," panted Gallus as his wet body bounced Smolder back against Spike. "She's the only one in class you haven't throat-fucked yet."

"C-can't she breathe fire still?" Sandbar asked.

"Nah, I'm plugging her flame-igniter-hole-thing with my claws," Spike lied. "Go ahead and get your rape on."

"Come on dude," Gallus panted, clenching his eyes shut as he continued to pound Smolder's behind. "Just help rape her; you're embarrassing me."

"Yeah," grunted Spike. "Unless you want us to tell the headmare that you disrespected dragon culture, you bigot."

Sandbar nodded slowly, too confused to resist further. For all his reluctance, his shaft wasn't soft, and he slid his hooves over her angry head as he mounted her front. Spike nuzzled Sandbar's balls, slurping his tongue around them a few times in encouragement. It helped the stallion relax, but made Spike wonder what they'd taste like. The colt moaned slightly as he pushed his shaft tip to Smolder's growling muzzle, pulling it open more with his hooves to avoid her teeth.

Smolder's growl turned into a disgruntled gag as the tip pressed against her throat, and Spike watched her bloody neck swell at the girth within. Sandbar relaxed more, grinning slowly as he felt the warmth around his shaft, thrusting slowly at first as he gripped her head harder. Soon the three males had worked into one smooth motion, three hips shoving her rapidly back and forth between them like clockwork moving faster and faster.

Spike held it for as long as he could, made easier by how much he'd gotten off today already. But the fertile teen snatch spasmed more with each humiliating thrust, and he was ready to plant his seed in his new slut. With this and Corpsity waiting for him, he could even create a bit of a harem. Maybe he could even include his other two crushes, Twilight and Ember, though he imagined they'd be harder catches than Rarity and Smolder.

He ran his claws over Smolder's sleek body once more, giving her a rub down with her own blood from her many wounds, though most had begun to seal up thanks to her healing factor. The expression of rage and humiliation on her face hadn't healed at all though as she glugged on Sandbar's shaft. It was beautiful to see the thick horse cock stretching out her neck down to her chest with each buck.

Gallus bit the back of her neck as one of his claws felt that bulge in her throat. His hips rammed her ass in a flurry of thrusts at the same time, enjoying his first rape. It was good to see him become less of a pussy before he died.

Spike's own double shafts stretched Smolder wide as they slammed against her cervix, her hips spread wide and feeling like they might give under the abuse at any moment. Spike grasped her flanks in his claws, digging them against her powerful scales as he plummeted into her velvet warmth a few more times, then expelled his own fertile load inside of her. She tried to struggle upwards even then, but he yanked her down, wet scales slapping firmly as he pushed his tips into her womb and fired off a flood of sleek draconic seed.

"You better clench and keep that in there, slut," Spike moaned a warning. "If you're not carrying my eggs, I have no reason to let you leave here with your limbs attached."

Smolder growled, but clenched her pussy as he packed his hatchling juice deeper inside. He relaxed, keeping himself inside and allowing Gallus's bucks to push her down onto him as he looked up at her face with a victorious smile. Using his 'friends' however he wanted sure beat Twilight's way of doing things.

Though he also noticed something: that Gallus closed his eyes while he fucked, so Spike wondered how much he could do while the cat-ass was distracted by the glory of Smolder's tight dragon ass. He winked up at Smolder, sliding his claws back to leave her muzzle free to close. He moved his own maw up, slurping at Sadnbar's swinging balls again, lapping the mix of Sandbar's sweat and Smolder's bloody saliva from them. He opened wide and used his tongue to pull first one then the other testicle into his maw.

Smolder smirked and got the idea. She let Gallus continue to pound her from behind, but slipped her tail around to wind it suddenly around Sandbar's muzzle, clenching it tightly. Sandbar blinked as his muzzle was pulled shut, squeaking slightly in confusion.

That squeak turned into a muffled squeal as Smolder closed her muzzle. She didn't clench it all the way shut yet, but dug her teeth into the pulsing shaft. Sandbar widened his eyes and tried to yank back out, only for Spike and Smolder's combined efforts to hold his rump steady and force him to keep thrusting. Blood oozed from Smolder's muzzle as she bobbed her head on his shaft, slicing it into ribbons as she'd promised, blood splurting from the boner in time with his frantic pulse.

A moment later, Sandbar's squeal went up an octave before giving out completely in a mess of gags as Spike bit down as well. He was less gradual than Smolder, crushing the mammalian orbs within his jaws, feeling the flesh slowly give before they burst like fruit in a bear trap. Spike didn't pull the flesh apart too much, chewing on them while they were still attached, wanting his prey to feel the agony of defeat.

Sandbar devolved into splutters and grunts, which Gallus probably mistook for bliss. Smolder bit down further, tearing his shaft into ribbons of flesh before finally tearing them free to leave a bloody stump where his favorite part had once been. Spike tore the fleshy sack free as well, leaving a fountain of blood behind and opening his maw wide to let it wash into his gut as he gargled it.

Gallus kept plowing Smolder, not having opened his eyes yet. Even the warm blood that splattered on his face didn't pull him out of it, but finally he was ready to unleash his own load. He raked his feline barb within Smolder as he pumped her full of griffon seed. He clenched her in all fours and let the spasms of her plot hole milk him for a few moments before coming to.

"That's it you scaly slut," Gallus groaned, licking what he assumed to be Sandbar's warm cum that had splattered on his beak. His eyes shot open when he recognized the tastes of blood instead. "What the holy bird balls is... SANDBAR!"

After eating a dick in more literal fashion, Smolder was back into the spirit of things. She laughed at Gallus' reaction, pulling her tail from Sandbar's muzzle to let him try his best to call for help. At that point though the stallion was too dizzy from agony and blood loss that his bellowing was too little to attract serious attention, puttering out.

Before Gallus could get his mind together enough to call for help, Smolder flipped herself over, yanking off Spike's shafts to let them flop freely and landing atop Gallus instead. She grasped his balls in her tail and squeezed to distract him before Spike grabbed his head with both claws and slammed it into the floor as hard as he could. Gallus could only gasp as his beak cracked against the floor several times.

When the griffon tried to shout again, Spike moved in for a surprise kiss, sharing the taste of Sandbar's blood before grabbing hold of Gallus' tongue with his teeth. Griffon tongue was one of the things Zecora asked for, so he figured he may as well start harvesting now. Spike forced Gallus's muzzle open with both claws before grasping his tongue by the root and yanking his head back. It took several solid yanks before it came out, the griffon gagging blood as Spike tossed the tongue aside.

"Come on dude, didn't you wanna cum in my asshole?" Smolder smirked at Gallus as she continued to ride his cock. As she did, she grabbed her own backpack from the side and pulled something from it, a wire that looked like it could be pulled tight over something thin. "I use these things to tie around a guy's dick before he dies. That way it doesn't wilt when he dies and I can still ride his corpse a few times before it starts to smell too bad."

"You know ponies have corpse preservation stuff, right?" grunted Spike as she dragged the flailing Sandbar back closer to Gallus. "It's easy to get cause they use it to keep food fresh too, he'll be good indefinitely with that stuff."

Spike licked his lips as she looked at the griffon shaft Smolder bounced on, realizing he wouldn't mind going for a ride on the post-mortem pecker either. He'd never had a cock up his bum, but was dragon enough to admit that riding another male was hot.

"No shit?" Smolder definitely seemed interested in that. "Would have killed this asshole earlier if I knew I could get that much use out of him afterward."

"The 'uck!?" Gallus didn't seem to appreciate the conversation.

There was something oddly sexy about casually discussing what to do with corpses in front of their victims as they murdered them. Spike felt his cock throb to full hardness again as he pinned Sandbar against Gallus's head, rubbing the wound where the stallion's shaft had once been against Gallus' beak in the process. As Sandbar sobbed, Spike pushed his shafts against his behind

"Come on faggot, you know you wanted to die with cocks inside you," Spike moaned as he forced his upper cock, still slickened with Smolder's cunt sap, into Sandbar's behind. He gouged the stallion's wound deeper with a claw and forced his lower cock into that, pushing directly up into his gut and shivering at the convulsions of agony within as blood poured down their legs.

Having been denied a dismemberment of Smolder, Spike decided to make up for it with the pony. He twisted Sandbar's right front leg with a claw, pulling close to feel how his body shivered in torment as it slowly worked it free at the shoulder, taking it slow to hear each snap, crackle, and pop as the bone worked its way into splinters and came free.

"Can you pass me that griffon tongue?" Smolder asked as she looped the wire around Gallus's shaft as she continued to bounce on it. "Always loved the taste of those."

"Eh, I actually need it," Spike chuckled awkwardly as he tore Sandbar's limb free. As Sandbar gagged and looked back in horrified confusion, Spike took a moment to tear a chunk of meat off of it before continuing. "I promised Zecora I'd get her 'spell components' in exchange for reanimating Rarity's corpse into an undead abomination to be my fuck slave forever."

Smolder stared, her movements slowing. She was forming her response when Gallus suddenly got off whether or not he wanted, blasting his last load of griffon spunk ever into the tailhole of his victim and murderer. Smolder grunted, pulling the wire tight around his cock before it deflated, making sure to lock it tightly before pulling herself slowly off with a slurp.

"Okay," Smolder said uneasingly. "But keep in mind if I find out you're a bitch for too many ponies, I might go to another dragon to fuck your egg out and replace it."

"Yeah, cause there are SO many male dragons around here," Spike rolled his eyes as he worked on Sandbar's second front leg, though he felt a little bad after he said it. He'd just admitted to being Smolder's only option. He better add something tough to make up for it. "Besides that, if you did something like that, I'd rip out your sorry womb and feed it to you."

"Like any other female would have you!" laughed Smolder as she left Gallus' cock tied off and moved on to his head. "Here, faggot, let's murder your bum buddy together before we do you."

"Yeah, you're just food now," grinned Spike. "Being a meat-eater doesn't protect you from the ultimate predator."

Gallus gagged pitifully as Smolder forced his beak around and pushed the razor edge into Sandbar's gut just above Spike's cock. Spike moaned a little at the rough edge of the beak, but Smolder pushed it upwards, splitting Sandbar's gut open. Sandbar's hind legs kicked frantically as Spike worked off the second front leg, still plowing into both holes in the process.

Snuffing a stallion was more fun than Spike thought it would be; he could definitely get used to this.

"On't ake e!" Gallus begged bug could barely make a sound through the terror and ripped out tongue. "Orry andbar!"

Sandbar didn't respond. The weak pony was being a little bitch over the blood loss and couldn't form words anymore.

"Plenty of females would love to have my eggs!" Spike claimed defensively, more concerned about that than the agonized sounds of their victims. "Like um..." did he even know any other dragon femmes? Oh yeah! "Ember!"

"The Dragon Lord?" Smolder rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. Not even her dad managed to get her pussy. No way a pansy-assed shit like you could do it."

"Hey, this 'pansy-assed shit' raped an egg into your worthless cunt!" Spike shot back.

"Heh," Smolder's demeanor changed again as she chuckled. "Yeah, can't wait to see Garble's face when he finds out you fucked an egg into his sis. Especially when he tried so many times and failed. That moron would never get laid if not for Fizzle's faggot ass."

"Wait you're..." Spike blinked. "This is so awesome. I'm gonna describe raping his sister in detail while I fuck his sorry asshole!"

"That's more like it!" grinned Smolder.

Spike groaned as Sandbar convulsed around him, rapidly going into his death throes. The deathgasm was too much for the dragon, and he blew a new load into Sandbar's gut. He ran his tongue up the side of Sandbar's tormented face, savoring his tears and last moments of despair as he died. Spike's second pony victim... but so many more would follow. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had a whole pile of corpses to sleep on like a hoard.

As Spike's cum bubbled over, Smolder grabbed a nearby pail, dumping out the school supplies inside and putting it beneath the gory penetration into Sandbar. She let the mixture of Spike's cum and his blood flow into it, swirling around grotesquely. A moment later, Sandbar pissed himself in death. Despite his cock being gone, his bladder emptied and a stream of urine flowed from the hole, filling the bucket further with a delicious mixture of bodily fluids.

At first Spike thought she might turn it up to guzzle it, which would have been hot, but what she did was even more so. She stood up off Gallus, letting his shaft flop to his belly before grabbing him by the head again. The weakened griffon whimpered as she dragged him over and stuffed his head into the bucket. It was the perfect size to fit him, and he sputtered at being made to taste the mixture.

As Smolder held Gallus down, Spike withdrew himself from Sandbar. He let the pony's corpse fall to the side, allowing both shafts to drape over the bucket instead. He relaxed, releasing a thick yellow stream of his own urine. He helped push down Gallus' head further as the level of fluid in the pail increased, soon the griffon's face immersed within. His struggles increased as his air was cut off.

Spike and Smolder switched out, Spike moving to hold Gallus's head as Smolder sat on top of the bucket herself, Gallus's cream drooling down onto his head and into the bucket. She grinded herself against the back of his head, churring at the soft feel of his feathers as she relieved herself as well, the female's piss flowing over his head the same as Spike's had.

Gallus was too weak to need much holding now, his struggles weakening as he breathed in the mess and slowly drowned. Spike moved behind him instead, yanking his tail out of the way and instead pushing both his tips to the griffon's behind. Unlike Sandbar, Gallus was nice and tight there. Spike had loved feeling Sandbar's ass clench as he died, so wanted to feel it again.

So writhing and clenched, Spike barely got inside before Gallus was ready to expire. When he did force his way inside, he almost immediately felt the wonderful convulsions that only a dying creature could produce, moaning and shivering as he helped snuff out another life for no other reason than to get off.

Was this what it was like to be a real dragon? Spike realized how stupid he'd been wanting to be a pony all those times.

"Finally dragoned up?" another voice spoke from behind him. "I was hoping you would."

Spike jumped a bit, but quickly recognized it as Ember. As Gallus expired, Spike didn't stop pounding his asshole with both shafts, but still turned to see Ember. She'd came in the broken window it seemed.

"Got here just in time to help carry off the corpses," Smolder chuckled. "I'm exhausted."

"And pregnant, from what I saw," Ember rolled her eyes as if ashamed of her, but had apparently been watching for some time. From the fluid drooling down her thighs, she hadn't been watching idly.

"So uh..." Spike started.

"You haven't earned it yet," winked Ember, knowing what Spike wanted to know.

She'd be a lot harder to get a go at than Smolder, but Spike wouldn't give up. He'd put eggs in that hot snatch if it was the last thing he ever did.

"Fine," Spike said, grunting as he continued to smack Gallus's dead behind with his belly. "Let's get these two to the dungeon at the Friendship Castle. Twilight never goes in there. We can leave the mess to let them know what happened, it's not like they'll blame us."

"I wouldn't particular care if they did," Ember grinned. "I've played nice for a long time, but I've been looking forward to seeing their reaction when I stab them in the back... still, I'll keep playing for a bit longer. I want to see what you can do."

"Oh I can do plenty," Spike panted, tensing as he got ready to blast another load into their last victim.

"We'll see," Ember grinned. "First you have to prove to me that you're serious about this."