Spikey Wikey, Too

“Not bad,” Ember admitted as she surveyed the carnage. “I mean, I’ve seen and done better, and this is only a hint of what it’ll be like when I finally go into open war with ponies, but still not bad.”

As Ember stepped closer to the two, she grunted, contracting her gut a few moments, almost as if pushing out an egg. When Spike saw her slit dilate, he thought she’d really lay an egg, and was going to be sore that he wasn’t the one that put it in her.

However, what came out wasn’t an egg, but something shiny and metal. It took a moment for him to realize it was the Bloodstone Scepter, thunking onto the ground blood-red gem first. Ember snatched it by the handle to pick it up, her pussy juice splattering across the floor as she did so. She licked some of her own juice off of it as she moved to commandeer Gallus, casually straddling him and rolling her hips to push his dead cock into the hole where the staff came.

“How did that…” Spike started to ask, but shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Your pussy is mine next, Lord Em- Oh fuck!”

Spike suddenly doubled over, skin burning and itching all over, eyes wide as Ember dialed up the torment. He’d forgotten the scepter could do that.

“Yeah, no,” Ember smirked. “I figured you’d try that as soon as you snapped, and that you’d snap hard after keeping it pent up. There’s no way I’m getting eggs put in me by a cuck like you.” She shook her head at Smolder. “Did you let this little bitch knock you up? No wonder I sent you to Friendship Land.”

“Yeah, well fuck you too,” Smolder rolled her eyes. “Not like you gave me much dick to choose from when you banished me here.”

“Oh, stop whining,” Ember shrugged, but dialed down the agony on Spike so he could get back up. “Besides, the only dragon that even tried to fuck you back home was your brother.”

“N-no it wasn’t!” Smolder growled. It annoyed Spike a bit if Smolder was such a loser that almost no one wanted to rape her; he’d definitely need more dragon pussies under his belt if he wanted to stand out.

“Damn it,” Spike growled as he sat up, but glared at Ember, determined that she’d be joining his harem eventually. The sound of her sopping wet pussy around that dead dick was just too much to resist. “Whatever, finish with that meat. We’ll get some preservation potions from storage, then take it to the dungeon before anyone sees, I hope. I’ll need to cut some parts off later too, since I promised Zecora some spell components.”

“Still being a bitch for a pony, huh?” Ember rolled her eyes.

“It’s not like that!” Spike folded his arms. “She’s a necromancer, and can do cool shit like animate the dead so I can torment them. She resurrected Rarity after I butchered her so I can torment her forever for being a cock-tease, like you. Keep that in mind.”

“You’re really bad at threats,” Ember didn’t look worried, leaning back to make sure Spike got a good look at the corpse plugging the hole that she’d determined he’d never get. “I tell you what, why don’t you prove you’re not a pansy? If you can rape and kill Twilight Sparkle, your beloved Mommy-figure, then I’ll consider you a real dragon and let you take part in our domination of Equestria.”

“Tsk, you think I won’t?” Spike growled again; it wasn’t like she wasn’t on his list of toys, anyway.

“Yeah with our help you probably can,” Smolder rolled her eyes too. She was sure bitchy for being his personal pussy.

“Oh yeah?” Spike challenged. “Well I’ll show you both! I’ll take her down by myself, alicorn powers and all!”

“Yeah, sure,” Ember didn’t believe him. “You just keep saying that. Why don’t you go do that while I fuck your new mate. She’s probably traumatized from your tiny cocks.”

Ember glared at Spike, daring him to complain as she tugged Smolder over and kissed her deeply, sliding a claw down to the pussy that still had his cum in it to wriggle a few claws around her sloppy insides.

“I’ll show you,” growled Spike. “Smolder! Stop being a little whore; we have to hide these corpses either way!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Smolder shrugged, being a lot more defiant now that Ember was here. “I’ll get around to it after I fuck Ember, I need a good lay to make up for your shitty attempts to get me off.”

Spike felt his body grow hot, gripping his fists, but when he stepped forward, Ember raised the scepter again threateningly. Smolder sat on Gallus’ face and made out with Ember more hotly as she rubbed her pussy on his beak, and Spike turned and left the room. He’d show them all that he could do it!

But how? He tried to ignore the wet sounds to concoct a plan. That was it! He had a very obvious way he could get Twilight into her lab to do what he needed. Why bother fighting that brainiac when he could just make sure she wasn’t one anymore?

“Big sis?” Sweetie Belle raised a hoof and waved it in front of Rarity’s face. She’d found her sitting in the middle of the boutique staring at the door. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothings is wrong,” claimed Rarity in a hollow voice. “I am waiting for Spike, like I was told. You should go play with your friends and not be here when he arrives.”

“Nah, they’re both busy,” Sweetie huffed. “Why are you waiting for Spike.”

“Please, Sweetie, you have to go,” Rarity whimpered, not wanting her to be here when he arrived, but disallowed to tell on him for her to know why. She tried to fish through the agony of her new condition to think of a way to get Sweetie out of here. “H-he’ll want to do things with you if he finds you here.”

“So?” Sweetie wasn’t some virgin, so knew what she was talking about. “He always wants to, but you said you love us teasing him. Maybe we could be scissoring when he gets here and pretend not to know that he’s spying again!”

It was no good. Sweetie couldn’t understand what was going on. Rarity was going to explain that he would definitely fuck both of them if he arrived, but was interrupted as the door to the boutique opened.

“So you did know you were teasing me, figures,” Spike growled. He’d taken a brief shower on the way there, so at least wasn’t covered in gore. Walking through town like that might have been slightly incriminating.

“N-no, Spike please,” Rarity started.

“Shut up, slut,” Spike walked up to her. “Tell your whore sister about our new relationship.”

“Right,” sighed Rarity. “I am having sex with Spike now, darling. All the time.”

“What?” Sweetie looked back and forth. “Is this a prank?”

Spike had only been coming to get Rarity as part of his plan, but he figured he may as well take a filly-fucking break since it might take time for Smolder to get around to moving the corpses. Such a small, tender filly too… he felt his shafts slipping free already.

“I’m gonna fuck you too, Sweetie,” smirked Spike. “Anytime I want.”

“Uh, no you aren’t,” Sweetie looked dutifully disgusted as Rarity asked her to be around Spike before, but peered at Rarity again.

“It’s not a prank, darling,” said Rarity, locking the front door of the boutique with her magic. “Sweetie… do what he says. I’d rather not have to hold you down for him.”

“I’d actually prefer if she didn’t consent,” admitted Spike, stroking his dicks with one claw using slow, deliberate movements. “I mean it’s not like you can tell on me, not when I know about your ‘business deals’ that included Sweetie before she had her cutie mark, not to mention all those blank flank colts Rarity fucks.”

“I do fuck quite a lot of those, yes,” Rarity freely admitted. “In my defense, their little orgasmic squeals are very cute.”

“Hey now I…” but Sweetie trailed off as her eyes saw Spike stroking off. “Y-you have two?” Her eyes lit up with interest, then glanced at Rarity. “You said they were too gross to look at! Hmph.” She looked back at Spike, licking her lips. “Well I guess maybe a little, but just because I haven’t had dick in a few days.”

Spike always suspected Sweetie was as much of a slut as Rarity, and it looked like she was. Rarity had obviously been forbidding her to let Spike know, and clearly deserved an extra punishment for that. Sweetie didn’t deserve a punishment, probably, but that would just make it more fun to enact one.

“Well, it looks like it’s time for you to find out the truth about my dicks,” Spike chuckled, then glanced at Rarity with an evil grin. She couldn’t respond, but had to be nervous at what Spike would do to Sweetie.

Sweetie had no reason to be nervous though and was all over his meat. She slurped over the bottom one as she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the upper one. It had to be pretty ripe with all the hole he’d been in today, but she rolled her eyes back as she swallowed the lower tip. She probably liked the taste of well-used dicks.

Despite her size, Sweetie swallowed his meat as soon as it touched the back of her small throat. Spike shivered at the tightness of such a small muzzle around him, more so when she pulled back and slurped in the second shaft at the same time. She had to strain to get both in, but soon had gobbled down both of them, bobbing her head as they visibly stretched her throat.

Since she had a cutie mark, Sweetie was sadly considered legal age, but it was still super hot to get it on with a pony foal for the first time. It made him want to go younger, and he’d definitely have to, imagining it’d be even hotter with less legality and no consent. At the very least though, he’d take care of the ‘consent’ part of that soon enough.

“Could you be more of a cum whore?” panted Spike, then looked at Rarity. “She’s damn good… when did she start doing this?”

“Blow jobs?” Rarity asked as she moved behind Sweetie Belle, sliding her own head down to get a sniff of the filly’s behind. “Our parents started us very young, nursing age so we don’t really remember.”

“Damn, didn’t know you had such cool parents,” Spike said, grasping Sweetie’s head more tightly and ramming his shaft harder. Sweetie took it like a pro, milking him with her throat and tongue as her muzzle smacked against his belly scales with each thrust. “When’d they start on your pussy and ass?”

“On our eight birthday for both of us,” Rarity panted, leaning down to take a long lap of Sweetie’s behind, dragging her tongue from her tiny breasts, up across her drooling slit, and then circling it around her pucker. She continued to talk between slurps and laps. “I remember little of it, but I’m told I sobbed quite a lot. Sweetie less so… she heard that I cried so was determined not to, I fear she did quite a bit better than I.”

“So she’s been going full-on for five years, wow,” Spike groaned, digging his claws slowly into Sweetie’s head. He was ramping up the discomfort to see when she’d decide that enough was enough, but for now it only made her more eagerly swallow his shaft. It wasn’t easy to hold it in, but the amount of warm hole he’d had already today helped. “So your parents are complete pedos… that’s so hot. Twilight is such a prude, she’d never even touch me without being held down I bet.”

Sweetie tried to say something mid-cock-gobbling, and it came out in a series of garbled grunts and lewd slurping sounds, which sounded sexier than anything she could have said. Apparently, Rarity was used to hearing her in this situation though, and could translate.

“She says Scootaloo’s parents and aunts are prudes at her too,” Rarity said, taking another long moment to slurp fluid from Sweetie’s cunny before continuing. “We suspect Apple Bloom has had her share of family fun, but she won’t admit it.”

“She should be proud if she managed to take Mac balls deep,” grunted Spike, between clenched teeth. He pried Sweetie’s muzzle open further, forcing his shaft deeper into her throat. She gagged hard as he forced it open wide, but struggled only slightly when he pounded her throat more directly.

“Sweetie has had stallions as big as him,” Rarity said with some amount of pride, but looked nervously at how Spike was treating Sweetie’s head.

Honestly, it was a bit annoying how consenting Sweetie was being. He moved a claw around to her neck, clenching it tightly and cutting off her air supply. She rolled back her eyes, shivering and gagging, but still shoved her body forward with all four hooves, determined to milk the dragon shafts to completion. He’d never seen a pony so determined, not even Rainbow Dash during a race.

“Rarity,” Spike grunted at her. “She isn’t cooperating, and I don’t have time to keep dialing it up slowly. Get something painful to ram inside her, like properly painful. Better be creative too!”

Rarity pulled back from Sweetie, filly goo still on her muzzle, and nodded. She wouldn’t want to, but she had to follow Spike’s direction explicitly. Spike continued ramming Sweetie’s throat and holding it in when Rarity went to get something, easing up on her throat just enough for her to breathe. She’d probably pass out before she resisted something like choking, and he wanted her fully aware of this.

Sweetie likely figured Spike didn’t mean painful in a literal sense, so resisted no more than before even when Rarity returned. Of course Sweetie didn’t see what Rarity had, which impressively fit the bill of both painful and creative as Spike had requested.

“Good slut,” Spike praised her, drooling atop Sweetie’s head.

What Rarity had was the magical curling iron she sometimes used for bad mane days, and it was already on and red hot, steaming as if a good deal hotter than usual. Hopelessly obedient, Rarity had charged it with more magic than they designed it for, and Spike couldn’t wait to see it in action.

“Do it,” Spike panted. “I don’t want her to even be capable of pleasure when I ram my dick into her little whore cunt.”

Sweetie moan-gagged around his pulsating shafts, thinking he was speaking figuratively, surely thinking that Rarity was about to slam a nice fat dildo in her 12-year-old snatch. Spike grinned as she slathered his shafts with a layer of her saliva and his precum, slipping both his claws to her head again, ready to ram his claws into her gums to pry her muzzle open if he had to.

Rarity shoved the curling iron into Sweetie’s tight little snatch, and the gagged moaning turned into gagged squealing in an instant. She tried to pull back, both from Spike and Rarity, as she felt the heat scorching the sensitive flesh inside her. Spike gripped her head, digging his claws in further and not letting her go. He barely had to thrust with convulsive explosion running through her throat, but he rammed her face as hard as he could anyway.

“That’s more like it!” groaned Spike. “No mercy! We’re going to murder this little bitch just like we planned, right Rarity?”

“Yes, my Spikey Wikey,” Rarity had no choice but to agree with the lie as she leaned down to grasp Sweetie’s hindquarters more firmly. She continued to ram the overheated hole, red trickling down Sweetie’s thighs. It was such a grotesque sound, with the squish of insertion, the pause to let the inner flesh stick to the hot surface, then the tearing of the flesh away from it as Rarity yanked it back out.

“I still can’t believe you begged me so much to murder your little sister with you, you must really hate her,” Spike continued to lie as Sweetie struggled beneath him, tears flowing down her cheeks. She bit down, but Spike wedged his claws into her jaws to keep her from it, so she only managed to give his shafts the pleasant grind of prey teeth against it. “Can’t wait until we go to snuff out her friends too.”

Spike hadn’t really decided if he’d murder the other two, but the important part was that Sweetie got to die believing he would. Physical pain was only part of the hotness of ending a life, after all, mental anguish could be every bit as arousing.

“Yes, I despise her,” Rarity’s arm grew stiff in resistance, but she couldn’t stop shoving the iron as bits of burned flesh spluttered out with each thrust. “I’ve always wanted to do this to that little brat, and only didn’t because she made me money when I whored her out as part of business deals. I shouldn’t have waited, seeing her suffer is worth losing that.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot now,” Spike tensed at Rarity’s words, flowing unwillingly from her muzzle as she was forced to follow his every command and even implication. “Now ruin her asshole!”

Sweetie continued to struggle, but was too weakened by the burning agony in her loins that Rarity barely had to hold her down. All she could do was sob as Rarity pushed it to her asshole instead, displaying what a slut Sweetie was when it slid in all too easily. Spike couldn’t hold himself under the onslaught, creaming down her throat, giving her the first load of spunk that she ever hadn’t wanted.

“Yes, suffer for us,” Rarity panted. “No matter what we do, it will be less than you deserve before you finally die.”

Rarity rammed Sweetie’s ass with rapid strokes now, destroying it as she had her bleeding pussy. Her other hoof slid down between her own legs to masturbate furiously, moving forward enough to make sure Sweetie could see her do so in the corner of her eye. She played the part Spike had forced on her perfectly, not giving Sweetie any sign that she was screaming inside at her inability to save the little tramp.

“Switch sides, slave,” Spike yanked free of Sweetie’s throat, leaving her head to smack the ground when he released it, the foal too weak to do anything but pant and gargle up his cum. “Torture her head end however ‘you’ want, or feel free to give any suggestions to make her agony worse.”

“N-no… this is… why? Rarity?” Sweetie could barely speak as Rarity yanked out the iron from her posterior and moved to her head.

But she couldn’t say much more when Rarity forced her muzzle open and rammed it into her throat instead. Sweetie’s eyes widened with shock that even a psychopathic sister would do that, then shrieked when Rarity began turning the iron. As Sweetie’s tongue stuck to the heated iron, saliva and dragon cum sizzling off of it. It curled around the scalding metal like a lock of mane.

Spike watched the spectacle as he moved behind her. He pulled her legs apart so violently that he heard her pelvis pop, admiring her two bleeding holes before pushing his shafts against them. Her ass was still scorching inside, but that didn’t matter to a dragon. All that mattered was the way they convulsed around his pulsing rods, each bare touch of his flesh against hers causing excruciating pain.

When Rarity finally yanked the iron out of Sweetie’s throat, the filly’s tongue was stuck to it, ripped out by the roots as she gagged up a swirling mix of red and white. Sweetie tried to cry out again, something that sounded like ‘Please just kill me’, but she wouldn’t get any such mercy yet.

“Burn out her eyes and ears,” groaned Spike as he began thrusting into her behind, dragging his claws across her cutie marks to leave more red drooling down her pure white fur. “She shouldn’t have to see or hear you, she’ll know how much you despise her by the agony you force on her. The only thing she deserves to do is feel pain.”

“So eloquently said, my Spikey Wikey,” Rarity said, the iron shaking a bit in her magical grip as it approached Sweetie’s eye. “Come Sweetie, let the last thing you ever see be the face of the sister that despises you more than anything.”

Sweetie tried to push it away, but her weakened front legs only spread her blood further over the floor beneath her. Her voice had completely given out now, and she could only gasp and shake violently as Rarity pushed it into her eye, the hot metal vaporizing tears and fluid. A second of pressure later, the eye gave like a rotten fruit, crushing in as Rarity pushed the iron further. She took her time to slowly burn it out, twisting it, thrusting it like it was fucking the socket.

Spike more or less relaxed and enjoyed the show, though he kept pounding his racially-superior shafts into the writhing, bleeding holes. As he enjoyed the warmth of blood drooling down his thighs as well, he watched Rarity take to the other eye, moving just as slowly and purposefully to drag out her sister’s torment.

“Such a good fuck slave,” panted Spike. “You know, this is the kind of thing you can look forward to, forever. Dragons live a looong time, and now you will too. You’re going to outpace every murderer in the history of Equestria with the number of innocent ponies you’ll personally snuff out.”

“That sounds amazing, darling,” Rarity pulled the iron from Sweetie’s second empty eye socket, then holding her head steady and forcing it into her right ear instead. Sweetie jerked violently, but could do little more as Rarity pressed it inward, slowly twisting it about to burn out every bit of her ear. She pushed it deeper than it seemed it should be able to go, making sure to sere out any sense that Sweetie had there.

“So,” Spike asked once Rarity started working on the second ear. Spike was now freer to speak to Rarity without Sweetie’s illusion being ruined. As he continued to pound Sweetie’s gore holes, he asked her. “Tell me the truth: Does it bother you more that she’s suffering so much as she dies, or that you’ll lose out on so many business deals without being able to sell her to your foal-fiddler friends in Canterlot.”

“I do love my sister,” Rarity said as she pushed the iron deep, rendering Sweetie incapable of hearing. “But I’d have to say the later will bother me more in the long run.”

“You won’t need those business deals anyway,” Spike grinned. “Because as soon as we’re done here, you’re going to burn this boutique to the ground. Later we’ll do the same to any other locations, because I want to shatter your lifelong dream. You are worthless now, good only as my personal fuck toy. Got it?”

“Yes, darling, I understand,” Rarity’s eyes twitched, tears rolling down her face. Even as distraught as she was though, she couldn’t stop herself from following his other order. “You said I should think of one, so I have an idea. We can put you both on the counter top and burn her face on a stove eye until she dies. Then you could feel her deathgasm as you cum in her fresh corpse.”

“Sure, go start it up,” chuckled Spike. “I’ll work my way there as I pound this worthless slut.”

Sweetie wasn’t as easy to move as he’d have liked, but it didn’t much matter since he got to bone her the whole way. He took a leisurely pace, knowing that the longer it took, the more torment she’d have before her pathetic pony life ended. This is what ponies were for, he now realized, torture toys for the superior dragon race.

“You know, I’d like to eat this little treat,” he said as Rarity came back after turning the shove eye on high. “But I think we’ll keep her corpse, unpreserved, for you to sleep with every night. And every night, you’re going to make sweet love to her, even after she’s bloated and crawling with maggots. I might preserve it at that point, just so it doesn’t become bones; her grotesque rotting face will make you suffer so much more than her bones would.”

“Spike…why?” Rarity gasped in horror at what he said, somewhat freer to express her real emotions now that there was no one around that could hear her to hide it from. All the same, she took the hot curling iron again, dragging it across Sweetie’s shivering face, around her neck, leaving a myriad of burns all over her.

“I already told you why, dumb bitch,” scoffed Spike.

Being close enough to the stove now, he briefly yanked free of Sweetie’s holes with a wet plop. He threw her limp body up to the stove, and she landed face down with her chest against the hot stove eye. She was so whipped and done with life that she only jerked momentarily at the new source of pain before going limp again.

“You push her face into it,” Spike hopped up himself, dragging her back so that her face lay against the searing stove eye. “I want you to be the one that murders your little sister, I feel like you’ll enjoy fucking her corpse every night more that way.”

“As it should be,” Rarity moved up to the stove, pushing down on Sweetie’s head with both hooves as her blood sizzled against the eye. Spike couldn’t help but imagine what delightful thoughts must be streaming through Sweetie’s head as her own sister pushed her head down so eagerly. Rarity even leaned down and licked the side of Sweetie’s face not pressed against the stove, making sure she died thinking that Rarity was savoring every moment of this.

“That’s it,” Spike panted, moving with more deliberate motions. He relaxed to push himself towards the edge, but was careful not to push himself over. He wanted to feel her death in both his cocks before creaming in her freshly minted corpse, a corpse that he lovingly created himself with the help of his sex slave. This was truly going to be a precious memory for he and Rarity.

Rarity, always the overachiever as of late, climbed onto the stove herself. She straddled Sweetie’s shivering head, pushing her pussy down against her and grinding her hips. Moving Sweetie’s face directly against the eye, Rarity ground her nethers against Sweetie’s horn, shivering as if the agony was sending shivers of raw magic up through it. Rarity had to feel much of the heat herself, but it didn’t matter; any damage would be repaired thanks to her curse.

“Hurry up and cum,” Spike drooled. “I want her to feel your orgasm nice and strong before she dies.” He leaned forward and kissed Rarity deeply as he continued plowing Sweetie’s rear entrances. While the foal’s holes were convulsing less now that she’d weakened near death, just the act of tormenting an innocent filly with his cocks was enough to send him into heights of pleasure. There was nothing greater than using an undeserving creature like this, ending their life for no other reason than to get off.

Being the cumslut that she was, Rarity’s internal anguish didn’t affect her ability to cum on a hair trigger. As Sweetie’s body twitched lightly, Rarity’s cunt juice flowed over her head, no doubt stinging at every cut and burn. As Rarity rubbed her convulsing hole against Sweetie’s dying face, so the foal would know exactly how much her big sister ‘enjoyed’ her demise, fading into oblivion not knowing any better.

It was easy to tell when Sweetie began to breathe her last, her pussy and ass suddenly alight once again in shivers. Her entire body convulsed so violently that Spike thought Rarity might fall off her. Spike let the shivers run through him as well, exploding through both shafts and washing her charred insides with his seed. He clenched her hips in his claws, ensuring that her holes stayed tight as her belly swelled with the growing pool of cum inside her.

“You know, at first I felt a little bad when I finished,” Spike panted as his hips slowed. “But I think I’ve reached the point that I won’t ever again. I mean I just came in the filly you just murdered in front of me, and all I feel is… well that I want to fuck to death another filly. That’s the way a dragon should feel afterward, but that’ll have to wait.”

“What should we do, my love?” Rarity sniffled as she pulled herself off Sweetie’s still body, turning off the stove eye.

“Pour out anything flammable you have on the floor,” Spike said. “We’ll burn this place down before we go, but we’ll take Sweetie with us. Just put the useless trash in a bag or something, and we’ll carry it to the dungeon where Twilight never goes for now. I have a plan to take care of Twilight, and it involves you. After that… well I’ll just say I don’t think any of our friends will escape unscathed.”

“Are they really your friends anymore?” Rarity asked as she pried Sweetie’s body off the stove.

“Of course they are,” grinned Spike as he yanked his shafts free. “If they weren’t our trusted friends, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to betray that trust when slaughtering them!... oh and get the prissiest, frilliest dress you have too and bring it with us. We might need it for something.”