Spikey Wikey, Too

“Twilight!” Spike came running towards Twilight’s office at the school, Rarity shortly behind him. “We need your help!”

“Spike!” Twilight charged out of her office as soon as she heard his voice. “Thank goodness I found you! I think something terrible may have happened in the school!”

Twilight was in a frenzy, eyes wide and clearly having a panic attack. Oh just fucking perfect; had Smolder and Ember messed up and got caught when moving the bodies? There shouldn’t have been any creatures in their path at this time of evening, and Spike was hoping no one would even realize something had happened until they found the blood and cum all over the classroom floor the next day.

“What happened?” Spike asked. He wanted to stay casual, but couldn’t exactly do so when he’d just come running pretending to have an emergency of his own.

“Starlight and Trixie got… fluid all over the rare flower petals I had on my desk!” Twilight said. “Fluttershy was going to use them tomorrow in her sex ed class!”

Spike rolled his eyes. Starlight and Trixie had probably been scissoring in Twilight's office and got their pussy juice all over the petals. That might have been one of the last rooms in the school they hadn’t fucked in, and Spike was surprised it took them so long to get around to sneaking in there.

“Look I got something more…” Spike started, then realized something else. “Wait, why did she need flower petals for a sex ed class? I’d think having cunt sap all over it would help in this case.”

“They’re an ingredient. She wanted to show them an example of making a pregnancy control potion,” said Twilight, though she blinked at his harsh language. “And then demonstrate its effectiveness in front of the class by having me cast a fertility spell on her, before she has sex with a volunteer. Which will be me after I cast a gender-shift spell on myself. I’m not a pervert, it's for EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES!”

“Okay, okay, chill,” Spike blinked. “I totally believe you… might be Fluttershy’s first time having sex consensually, so good for her I guess, but that’s not important! Rarity is possessed by dark magic!”

“OooOOOooooo,” Rarity said, waggling her hooves about as if trying badly to be creepy. It was pretty alarming that she didn’t get any better at that despite actually being undead now.

“W-what?” Twilight turned towards Rarity, who was currently staring into space. “Well she looks a little pale and it wouldn’t be the first time she was possessed by evil magic. Or the second time. You know that’s actually getting a bit old; are you sure she didn’t just have an allergic reaction to dragon sperm or something?”

“Well me and her have been fucking constantly since I got back,” Spike lied. “So I guess an addiction to dragon cock might also be the issue.”

“Spike?” Twilight tilted her head at him. “Well, anyway.”

Twilight moved closer and felt Rarity's forehead, then her eyes got large when she felt the non-existence of body heat. She moved a hoof further down to check for breathing or heart-beat but found neither.

“What?!” Twilight forgot about the flower petals and moved to the more important task. “Spike, does dragon sperm contain necromantic magic by chance?”

“That’s… doubtful,” said Spike, trying not to laugh. “Otherwise, my claws and my tail would all have been undead years ago.”

“Rarity,” Twilight said. “We have to get you to my lab stat! The big lab!”

“That’s what I was counting on,” smirked Spike, then re-adopted the expression of panic. “I mean… yes you’re right, immediately, come on Rarity!”

“Yes, immediately, my Spikey Wikey,” Rarity nodded and followed Spike as he followed Twilight. “After I’m cured, can we fuck for at least twelve more hours today?”

“Well there are only a few hours left in the day,” Spike said. “Hey Twilight, you reckon Starswirl’s spell is still…”

“No using time travel for sex!” Twilight warned as they continued.

‘The big lab’ as Twilight had called it was the one where she kept her more questionable and dangerous experiments. It was really only the size of about two classrooms though, and most of that was used to warehouse old things. She had developed a tendency to keep faulty things around in hopes of fixing them one day, which never happened due to her many distractions. She had a lot of stuff here, and with his new state of mind, Spike realized a lot of it could be fun.

Other than that there were a number of what looked like surgical beds, and Twilight almost threw Rarity down on one in a panic. Well, at least she was panicking for a legitimate reason now, but when Spike was done, she’d learn a new level of panic. He couldn’t think of a sexier way to betray his mother figure and end her as a threat, though it was too bad he didn’t have a biological mother around to betray and rape too.

As for all the failed experiments and potions Twilight pack-ratted in here, Spike sometimes enjoyed looking at them. In fact, he remembered one in particular, a potion that Twilight had helpfully labeled to keep anyone from drinking it. It was supposed to have been an intelligence enhancement potion, but when tested on a ‘willing and well-informed subject’, it turned out to be an intelligence dampening potion instead. Severely so, in fact, that test subject was now living at a nursing home with a bunch of dementia patients.

“I’ve noticed a variance in her nitronium vacuum friendship modulation!” Twilight called over to Spike. “I think I need to completely resynchronize her neural quantum pathways and install a magnesium casing around her brain!”

Spike wasn’t sure what that was or if and how it might actually work, but he didn’t care since she’d never get around to trying it. He tuned out the rest of her nonsense and grabbed the potion he’d been thinking of. Uncorking it, he found a tea cup on one of the lab tables and poured it inside.

Twilight had Rarity in an extremely silly headpiece with blinking lights and wires connected everywhere, and she was only connecting more wires. She might very well have ended up entangling or hanging herself anyway if Spike hadn’t interfered, but he waited a little while to make sure Rarity got a little hope in her that she might actually be cured.

“Come on Twilight,” Spike finally told her. “You need to relax or you won’t be able to figure out what’s wrong.”

“I am relaxed!” Twilight shrieked like a filly guide getting devirginized with a leg-sized icicle.

“Well I brought some tea to make you more relaxed,” Spike lied. “It’s a special blend Zecora showed me. Apparently it makes you more relaxed and intelligent the faster you drink it.”

“Thank you Spike!” Twilight grabbed the tea cup without question, gulping it down in one giant swallow. It was adorable how much she trusted him, and it took her several seconds to realize. “That tasted terrible!”

“Yeah, it was actually that dementia potion,” Spike nodded. “The one that was supposed to be an intelligence potion but… well you gave it to poor Cloven Cure. Kind of an ironic name now that she’s a drooling vegetable now.”

“W-what?” Twilight paused midway into connecting another cord.

“This,” Spike held up the bottle, shaking it to show that it was almost empty and the fluid looked the same. “Anyway, Rarity, you can drop the act and get up now. We got her.”

“Spike, this really isn’t an appropriate prank,” Twilight chuckled awkwardly and looked a bit cross. “I was really scared, and we lost valuable time that you could have been getting more of that… thing we needed.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Spike nodded, certain she wouldn’t believe him until it really set in. He wanted to tell her why now though, so her brilliant mind would fade into oblivion knowing why he betrayed her. “See, I just needed to prove myself to Ember by defeating you. She wanted me to kill you, but I figured… why not destroy your mind and make you my sex slave like Rarity is now? That’d be an even hotter punishment, right?”

“Yes, I am his undead sex slave,” Rarity confirmed as she took off the silly hat and dropped it on the floor. “My memory is a bit hazy, but I suspect I’m undead because he raped then murdered then raped then resurrected then raped me. I believe he and Zecora fucked atop my corpse at some point too.”

“Spike this isn’t… I… oh no…” Twilight collapsed on the floor. Her horn sparked as she tried to use her magic, but immediately fizzled out. Spike had figured it’d disable her magic quickly, but causing physical weakness atop that was pretty useful.

This was great. While it was getting late, he’d gotten a lot done today. Four murders, enslaved three pussies, and countless rapes. He couldn’t believe that just yesterday he’d have never hurt his friends. Now, he was savoring the sudden fear in Twilight’s eyes as she looked up at him from the floor. NOW she knew the meaning of real panic as she stared forward to the oblivion of stupidity that she couldn’t avoid no matter what she did.

“Wow, this is amazing,” Spike panted. “Let’s get started, I want you to know what’s going on before you become my dumb little cock sleeve. You know, while you’re still a genius cock sleeve.”

“Should I sit on her face, master?” Rarity asked obediently. “Like I did Sweetie as I was helping murder her for your sexual pleasure?”

“Nah,” said Spike, moving around to Twilight’s behind. “Not yet, I want to see her sobbing expression as the most important thing in her life gets drained out. For now just move her head to make sure she gets a good view of my cocks defiling her nerdy holes.”

“The… buck…” Twilight stared up at him, tears rolling down her face. Her body spasmed as she tried to move away, but her movements were random and useless. “No Spike… no, please tell me you’re lying. Don’t take this from me, it’s all I have… all I am!”

“That’s right, beg and sob you slut,” grinned Spike. He lifted up one of her hind legs, holding it high as the other lay on the floor. He let his erections flop onto her belly, then reached his other claw to grope at her breasts. Spike took a moment to savor the look of terror on the face of the mother-figure he’d betrayed to a sexy fate, but couldn’t take too long. He wanted her to feel him rape her while her mind was intact, to know how far he’d advanced.

He groaned as Rarity held up Twilight’s head at an uncomfortable angle so she could see, moving a leg around her neck and squeezing it until she gagged. He smiled evilly at Twilight as he pushed his tips against both her holes. As he forced them inside, her holes gave way easier than he expected, so she probably banged around a lot more than she’d let him know. Still, the now-familiar unwilling clench of a mare’s moist pussy and tight ass felt somehow hotter with her, like he was fucking his own mother. He went slowly, allowing her shocked eyes to stare at her own velvet lips and pucker sliding down his already well-fucked cocks.

“Spike, I won’t… I won’t… “ Twilight stammered. “Rarity, if that’s really what he gave me… please show mercy and snap my neck… I want to die who I am…”

“I don’t think that will help you as much as you think, darling,” Rarity advised. “It didn’t help me; you’d just end up still stupid but also undead.”

He could see the intense concentration on Twilight’s face; she was attempting to push through the potion somehow. It was a delight to see her give all she had in a pointless attempt to save herself from the fate he’d already sealed. Her eyes would lose focus, then she’d bring them back into with determination, glaring up at him defiantly even as she choked out sobs between the attempts.

“Hey, what’s up?” Smolder said from behind him. “Raping her now? Didn’t expect you to manage it, but cool. Don’t see a horn restraint so… why’s she not kicking your asses?”

“S-Smolder… help…” Twilight cried, though it wasn’t clear what she expected Smolder could do to help her.

“Yeah, sure I’ll help,” Smolder laughed. “Hey, my piss-poor excuse for a mate, should I help by grinding on her face or some other way.”

“Oh and lookie here,” growled Spike back. “It’s the dragon pussy I resorted to because it was the only one available.” He pointed at the shelf with his tail. “Get one of those purple packets on the failure shelf. If you put it under your tongue it’ll give you a cock and you can help me humiliate this slut while she’s still lucid enough to feel shame.”

Spike sped up his thrusts as he held one of Twilight’s hind legs and dragged his opposite claw across her breasts to leave fine red marks. He felt a need to be rougher with her now that Smolder was watching him, so he sank his teeth into the thigh of her raised legs, biting down and tearing a chunk of flesh from it.

Twilight shrieked in shock at what he’d done, but he just leaned to chew her meat, open-mawed so she could see. She couldn’t look away as he tore the meat apart with his teeth and slowly took it in a bit at a time. Her leg bled profusely, drooling down to her holes and adding stickiness to the penetration with her blood.

“Why’s it on the ‘failure’ shelf?” Smolder asked warily, but had already slipped a claw down to dig at her own pussy at the sight before her.

“Something stupid,” shrugged Spike. “Like it made the user too horny and Twilight was worried they’d rape someone. She could have made bank by selling it as a roofie, but I guess she was a little stupid even before I mind-fucked her.”

“What an idiot,” Smolder said, but apparently trusted him enough to take one. As she walked over and opened a packet, she continued. “The bodies are in the friendship dungeon like you said, but Ember seems to have a crush on Gallus’s corpse and stayed to ride his knot some more.”

“Corpse?” Twilight groaned as she strained to hear them. “Eh-hehe… I mean no, Spike how could you do this? What happened to you?”

“I already told you, you dumb whore,” Spike said, twisting one breast as he raised her rump off the floor to nail her harder against it. He jarred her back at an uncomfortable angle as his words were garbled from her own meat in his maw. “I molted. Seriously… how did I not notice before that ponies are such dumb fucks?”

“Fuuucking… asshole…” Smolder said suddenly as she fell to the floor next to them, having finally decided to take the powder like he said.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention,” laughed Spike. “It gives you a cock by literally turning your pussy inside out, I guess that was the other fault. But don’t worry, it keeps your womb in there so my eggs are safe, you just have to endure a bit more pain for being such a cock tease all that time.”

“If only your tiny cocks could make me feel this much pain,” Smolder growled and she writhed on the floor.

Spike might have normally stopped to punish his personal egg sack for that comment, but was far too busy staring into Twilight’s eyes, entranced by her lovely sobbing and the strain on her face. Rarity pushed her head further, forcing Twilight to bend closer to the penetration, close enough that he could feel her panicked breath on his shaft as he brutalized her.

“By the time I cum inside you,” Spike told her. “You’ll just be a big retarded fleshlight with legs. Think about it, all that knowledge you put so much effort into learning, going to waste, and all the stuff you haven’t written down yet, lost forever. Not to mention the waste of Celestia’s power when she turned you into an alicorn, how you’ll just be my defective vegetable for the rest of your very long life.”

Twilight shook her head, Spike knowing exactly how to tweak her despair. He’d never seen such dread and misery on a creature’s face, not even the ones he’d murdered so brutally. But now her eyes were going vacant, and she clearly wouldn’t hold on for much longer. Drool dribbled out of her muzzle, mixing with the thick pussy juice that splattered all over her face from her own pounded hole.

She looked up at Spike, then looked past him, shaking her head again. While it would have been fun to snuff Twilight out, destroying her mind was a fate that, to her especially, was worse than death. Besides, he could still snuff her later if he got bored with his new half-wit slut.

“S-star too?” Twilight barely got out the words as if delirious. “Everypony… I twusted them… and...”

“Wait until I tell Celestia,” Spike chuckled. “How you messed up an experiment and brain-fucked yourself. She’ll be so ashamed. Come to think of it, you said she can only promote so many ponies to alicorn-hood right? Goodness, she’ll be furious that you wasted that so stupidly… she’ll despise you so much...”

“Cewestia no!” Twilight spoke like her muzzle was full of cotton, one eye twitching hard, shivers running through her body as her damaged brain tried to prevent the inevitable collapse of her mind. She was at a perfect point where she was still terrified of her dwindling intelligence, yet now dumb enough to buy that Celestia would be mad at her personally for getting fucked in the head.

“Damn that’s hot,” Smolder said, finally having pulled herself up off the floor. “Didn’t think you had it in ya. Gotta admit… I’m warming up to your scrawny ass.”

No wonder it’d hurt Smolder so much when took the powder. Since dragons have two shafts, it seemed that it’d prolapsed both her vaginal and anal passages in an effort to give her two as well. It looked weird and a bit gross, but they had shaped firmly into useable dicks, and that’s what mattered.

Spike pushed Rarity away, pulling Twilight up to her haunches. Rarity pushed her head down again, this time to put her muzzle into kissing range for Spike as he continued to thrust into her. He kissed deeply, playing with her tongue, which tried to escape at first but then wrapped with his own. She could do nothing but stare into his eyes as her own rapidly dimmed.

“Yeah look into my eyes, the ‘friend’ that betrayed you,” Spike trembled at the utter sexiness of what he was doing. “That one that’s going to defile you every day for the rest of eternity, my hot vege-whore.”

Smolder got the idea, moving up behind her to pin Twilight between them. Spike hadn’t pulled himself from either of Twilight’s holes, so Smolder made use of both as well. Her prolapsed pussy pressed into Twilight’s own, joining Spike’s to stretch her out twice as much, while her butt-cock wormed its way creepily to invade Twilight’s asshole, groaning as she moved in time with Spike, making sure both rods entered at the same time.

“Whoever thought you’d be this much of a nut, Spike,” Smolder winked at him. “You’re a fucking kill-fuck machine today.”

“And I murdered a sweet little filly since we last met,” Spike bragged. “Well, she did technically, but it was still mine by proxy.”

“Indeed,” Rarity confirmed. “Watching my little sister suffer and die was the most painful moment of my life, but my Spikey Wikey has tainted me to the point that it still made my pussy wet.”

“Not to worry,” Spike assured. “We’ll do our best to give you something more painful later.”

Spike watched Twilight’s eyes as the last of her formidable intelligence vanished into the void, her muzzle quivering as he continued to make out with her. Soon her muzzle responded more, and her hips instinctively rolled between his and Smolder’s body. She made a confused-sounding moan, as if she wasn’t sure why she was there or why four dragon cocks were invading her, but didn’t complain.

This uptight bitch would never complain again about anything Spike did. Now she was his assistant, even if much less useful for menial tasks. Surprisingly though, she appeared to get a bit of her magic back after the process finished, at least as far as telekinesis. Her horn lit up, but only to massage her magical power over him. That could be useful, especially if it was as strong and before but completely under his command.

Destroying such a pony as her was incredible though, and Spike couldn’t hold it any longer. He pumped her full of his spunk into both holes even as Smolder continued to ram her from the other side, stuffing his own shots of sperm deeper inside of her. He couldn’t believe that he’d submitted to this lowly pony for so long, but no more.

“Eh, that’s okay I guess,” Ember’s voice interrupted Spike, and he turned to look at her. He slowed his own movements and left Twilight’s head to limp to one side, but Smolder kept ramming at break-neck speed.

“I beat her, just like you said I couldn’t!” Spike smirked at the larger dragon. He pushed Rarity away. “Go take the thing that Smolder took.”

“Yes, my love,” Rarity staggered up to her hooves and trotted over there, grabbing a purple packet without hesitation and putting the powder under her tongue. She took it more like a champ than Smolder had, taking a moment to wobble to the floor as her pussy began to rearrange, perhaps only because she had to please her master whether she wanted to or not. That and she was already in constant torment from her condition.

“You haven’t proven yourself until you’ve snuffed the bitch,” Ember laughed, waving the Bloodstone Scepter at him lest he decide to approach her.

“But he’s stuffing the bitch already!” Twilight giggled.

“Whatever,” Spike rolled his eyes, jerking his cocks out of Twilight and smacking her in the face with them as she fell forward. “Either way, get one of those green packets Ember, put the powder under your tongue so you can grow some dick like these bitches and help rape this thing. Unless you think you can’t take the pain as good as Rarity there.”

“I’m not stupid,” Ember peered at him. “Rarity took the purple packets. What do the green ones do?”

Damn it, Spike had been hoping she hadn’t realized that.

“You know, if you had me around, you wouldn’t need Twilight’s failed experiments,” Starlight suddenly spoke, and Spike looked to see her casually hoofing herself in one corner. Was that why Twilight had mentioned Star? Because she saw her there before Spike did? But why hadn’t she stopped them?

“Well, looks like there’s another pony to murder,” Ember growled as she turned around towards her, claws drawn. “I’m not afraid of you, dragons barely flinch at pony magic.”

Starlight picked up one of the green packets with her magic while Ember was still threatening her. Before Ember could react, she tore the packet open and tossed the contents into Ember’s muzzle.

“That’s only if I used offensive magic,” smirked Starlight. “You’re not immune to having things picked up and thrown at you, scalebrain.”

Ember’s eyes widened and she tried to back away, but enough got inside her muzzle to do the trick. For this, it was a simple paralysis powder. It was supposed to have been an anesthesia, but instead of reducing pain, it intensified it and every other feeling, overwhelming the creature’s nerves in the process. The Bloodstone Scepter, which Ember had been lording over him, rolled harmlessly away from her grasp.

“I’ll be taking this, yoink!” Spike padded over and grabbed it, motioning to Smolder to keep up what she was doing. “Finish in that slut and then come over to fuck this one with me and Rarity. By the way, what are the draconic laws for taking over as Dragon Lord?”

“You… fuck…” Ember wasn’t much more coherent than Twilight at the moment. Unlike Twilight, she’d be back to normal eventually though. The last thing Spike wanted was one of his royal egg makers to ride the short cart.

“Laws?” Smolder grunted, holding Twilight’s drooling head down against the floor as she nailed her, face tensing up as she approached orgasm as well. “Eh… lemme think. To get it without the old one holding a Gauntlet of Fire, you have to defeat them in battle and breed with them by force. Always thought that was a little weird since that way only an opposite-gendered dragon can take the scepter by force.”

“I’m sure I could arrange something if you weren’t opposite gendered,” Starlight said as she trotted closer, her own hole drooling down her hind legs and being oddly compliant. “You know, I thought you’d be more surprised when I showed up.”

“Well, sure,” Spike said, and he was, but wasn’t dumb enough to immediately attack her. If she was cooperating, he’d take some time to make sure he had a good plan for her like he had with Twilight. Instead, he made up a lie that might stroke her ego a bit. “Besides, I always realized you were just biding your time to come up with a way to get revenge. I mean you agreeing to be Twilight’s bitch? That wasn’t ever going to happen.”

“How much did you see?” Smolder asked, then rolled her eyes back and groaned as she plowed her own magic seed into the holes of their new toy, overflowing them as her belly swelled.

“My holes hold lotsa stuff!” Twilight proudly proclaimed, giggling and patting her belly with a hoof to watch it jiggle a bit.

“All of it,” Starlight trotted around them and towards Twilight. “Like even before this. I have magical surveillance pretty much everywhere in the school, always good to have information, and I get to see a bunch of hot young students screwing too. I saw you do Gallus and Sandbar too, and mention Zecora. You know, I can give you more help than Zecora and won’t ask for dumb components.”

“That is a lot less trouble,” Spike admitted, but realized that she was probably using him with the intent to backstab him later.

“Anyway, I’m going to borrow this,” Starlight said, her horn lighting up to heal over Twilight’s bitten leg before she bled too much. She had an alicorn healing factor, but that was slower than Starlight wanted. “Trixie and Maud are visiting me tonight, so we can rape her together.”

“Eh, sure, have a blast,” shrugged Spike. “Just bring it back when you’re done.”

“Are we going on a trip, StarStar?” Twilight asked woozily as Starlight grabbed her by the healed leg and dragged her towards the exit with her magic. Spike figured it was safe; Starlight couldn’t tell on him, especially if she intended to get more involved herself by having Twilight triple-raped by dyke dicks. For now, Spike wanted to concentrate on a new batch of eggs.

“So,” Spike stood above Ember, tapping her belly with the scepter, tracing it down to her slit. “I just have to defeat you in battle to be Dragon Lord, right? But I want more, I want to torment you until you claw over the title willingly.”

Spike hopped onto Embers chest, slamming the scepter into her face as hard as he could. Her expression went from enraged to stunned that he had the guts to hit her, but it didn’t really seem like enough for a dragoness that had the nerve to not spread her pussy for him the moment she met him. He sighed, turning to hop off and standing between her legs.

Rarity, being the good undead minion that she was, took initiative and slammed her front hooves down onto Ember’s face when she looked like she might start talking again. Spike allowed it, since being stomped by a lowly pony had to be more humiliating. Even if it wasn’t as damaging as a dragon’s claws, Rarity got some good hits in Ember's eyes, and Ember was too weak to raise her own defenses.

Though he thought about raping Ember with the scepter itself, he remembered that she’d literally been carrying it in her womb earlier, so she could definitely take giant dicks without problem. Of course, now that he had it, he knew the scepter could make any dragon itch or hurt to force them to submit. He grinned, pointed it down at her slit, and focused the power on her insides.

“Fuuuck,” Ember’s eyes widened, at least until Rarity stomped both of them hard and they closed again. “Get your pony fuck slave out of my face you cuck!”

Concentrating all the power he could, he caused Ember’s insides to itch and sting, but the immobile dragoness could only writhe in her current state. Figuring that that wasn’t enough, Spike focused on adding tickling to the combination of internal torment as well. She started to speak again, only to clamp her muzzle shut as she tried to strain not to laugh, even as her face was bright red with fury.

“I’ll get you to turn it over willingly,” Spike spun the staff around, looking down at Ember’s fury and smirking. “But let’s start by me putting eggs in the hole no other dragon has managed to.”

“You better not…” Ember started to speak again then snorted and giggled as she clenched her eyes again.

“I never thought tickle torture would be this useful,” Spike stretching casually to dig in how easy this had been. He might be half her size, but he felt powerful lording over her with the scepter. “Smolder, ram her ass, Rarity, her throat.”

“I’ll… bite it… off…” Ember snorted, barely able to speak between laughing.

Rarity looked at Spike as she stopped stomping Ember’s face, probably hoping he’d belay that order.

“Why would I care if you bite it off?” laughed Spike. He wanted to see Ember literally gobble cock while trying not to laugh, and anything done to Rarity was a bonus. “That cock tease deserves it, and it’ll just grow back.”

Spike rolled Ember onto her side and lay on his side in front of her while Smolder got in behind. He was still a bit self-conscious with how much smaller he was, but took his time rubbing his shafts against Ember’s entrance. He was sure he didn’t impress her yet, but her vulva was already twitching violently with her internal torment. Looking up at her face, she still managed to have a ‘don’t you dare’ expression while now laughing hysterically.

Holding his shafts together, he spread her pussy with the both of them, groaning when he sank into the quivering flesh, feeling like she was constantly orgasming over despite her own rage and discomfort. He took slow deliberate strokes, dragging out her forced impregnation to maximize his new slut’s humiliation.

Smolder yanked Ember's tail upward, apparently having little loyalty to her despite them verbally ganging up on Spike earlier, but that seemed to fit with what he’d learned about dragon culture. She forced her front shaft into Ember’s posterior, chuckling at Ember’s attempts to stop laughing. It was only worse now that pulsating flesh was tickling her insides.

Rarity certainly didn’t want to do her part, but pushed her shaft against Ember’s lips. At first Ember just tried to keep them shut, but then finally lost all patience with the lowly creature and snapped at the fake shaft, sinking her razor fangs into the soft pony flesh.

Rarity whimpered as tears streaked down, but could only start thrusting her hips, her flesh shredding as she moved it against the teeth. Ember couldn’t enjoy the taste of pony blood much in her current condition, but had no issue shredding the prolapsed pussy that Rarity was using as a shaft. The sound of it all was rather hilarious, with Ember’s snorting and giggling blowing bubbles in Rarity’s blood as it puddled in her maw, but Rarity couldn’t stop moving her hips even as every last bit of flesh was stripped away.

“Never thought I’d be pounding your hot asshole, ‘former’ Dragon Lord,” Smolder sneered from behind Ember.

“Use your hoof if you run out of dick,” Spike helpfully instructed Rarity. “Fuck yeah though… Ember your pussy is twice as good as Smolder’s. I’m so glad I didn’t have to settle for forcing my eggs into some dirty outcast whore.”

“Shut up,” Smolder growled. “You would be the one getting your cock shredded if Starlight hadn’t shown up when she did.

Spike growled at his disobedient mate, wondering if he shouldn’t just off her now that he had a top grade pussy like Ember’s to put his batch in. Then again, he also wanted to go for a high score with number of mates. For now, he just pushed Ember back, rolling her back atop Smolder to smash her beneath both their weights. Ember could only gurgle, then suddenly looked confused when Rarity attempted to ram her front right hoof down Ember’s throat; she must have not been listening.

Smolder grunted from the extra weight, but wasn’t having it. She could barely reach around, but managed to grab Spike’s hips to stabilize him before she pushed her prolapsed-anus-cock against his rear entry. While he was tight, Spike was also very relaxed due to the pleasure blender around his own cocks, so Smolder’s managed to push right up the dragon’s butthole.

Spike squealed a bit at first, definitely not used to getting it in his exit, but it turned into a moan shortly after. If he had known getting assfucked felt this good before, he’d have joined Big Mac when he invited Spike to go to the local gay glory holes together.

“That’s right, slut, pleasure me however you can,” groaned Spike.

“Oh for flame’s sake, you like it?” Smolder sounded supremely disappointed, but then shrugged and continued moving her hips. “Fine then, enjoy it with your inner faggot. I guess the school needs a new butt slut now that the two biggest were turned into preserved fuck dolls.”

“Being dead won’t keep them from being buTT SLUTS!” Rarity said, screaming the last word as Ember bit down on her hoof. Rarity clenched her teeth and pushed it harder, gagging the cackling dragon on it even as her flesh was shredded away. Not understanding why the pony wasn’t reacting as she should to pain, Ember just kept chewing, crushing Rarity’s hoof into fragments and swallowing it down. All the while, coagulated blood oozed down Rarity’s nethers as the flesh there slowly re-knitted itself back into a proper hole.

Spike had never been happier, in an orgy with three of his new hot toys. He regretted letting Starlight borrow Twilight so that it couldn’t be his four hot toys, but he could always do that later. His harem, and his kill count, would only grow from here. He started to consider who he’d murder and who he’d keep, though he didn’t want to keep too many lest he seem like a sub-par mass murderer.

On top of that, he was looking forward to having enough bodies to make a hoard to sleep on out of them. Each of his dead friends would be a precious memory to relive every time he plowed their cadaver.

“I’m close to cumming, Ember,” Spike teased her as he watched her strip away the flesh from Rarity’s leg bone. “All the other dragons that tried and failed will be so jealous when they find out that you belong to me now. Just give in, you know you’ve always wanted a dragon strong enough to best you, else you’d take some dick earlier instead of sating yourself with a giant magic stick.”

“I hate all of you!” Ember laughed as she crunched off another chunk of bare bone. Her insides hadn’t stopped convulsing, and every drop of precum that touched her flesh seemed to drive her into more fits.

“Yeah, you hate me, better keep it that way too,” grinned Spike, tensing slowly. “I want you miserable, but you’ll obey me anyway because I own your pussy.”

As much as he tried to drag it out, pushing his shafts into a fertile rape-hole would always bring him towards it faster. He felt it surging upwards through him, clenching his claws against her belly as it shook with laughter. His anticipation made him clamp down on Smolder as well, and he had to admit a dick ramming his prostate made him go towards his limits even faster.

His last spray of sperm of the day felt better than all the rest. In a day, he’d gone from loser pony cuck to forcing his eggs into the Dragon Lord after stealing her throne, cumming so hard that it made him dizzy. He kept thrusting into the seizuring hole as he coated her sensitive insides white with thick egg batter.

Spike kept thrusting for several minutes, unable to control himself, and soon Smolder’s own thick magical seed was coating the insides of both his and Ember’s tight asses. He rocked his hips back against her, accepting the first load of cum into his behind, adding to the list of firsts he’d had today.

In his bliss, he breathed a jolt of flame, out in front of him. Rarity, who had her leg eaten near to the shoulder at this point, shrieked as her fur was set aflame all down one side, but even then refused to stop shoving the nub of her leg into Ember’s gnawing, snorting muzzle.

“Go ahead and stop Rarity,” chuckled Spike. “Go get that thing I had you bring from your boutique. Don’t put yourself out… but don’t set it on fire either.”

“Y-yes Spikey Wikey,” Rarity limped towards her saddlebags near the door, her fur still on fire and more of it catching. Her skin must have been boiling in pain once again, but it wasn’t like it wouldn’t all grow back to be charred off again.

“Fuck no, this can’t be happening!” Ember shrieked as she felt his warmth inside her. “I can’t be fucking pregnant from this tiny-dicked pipsqueak!”

“Watch it,” panted Spike, but was happy to see her misery all the same as he slowed down. “You, you being mine isn’t enough. Admit that I’m the better Dragon Lord, and give me the position willingly. Come on, I want you humiliated, not just defeated.”

“No. Fucking. Way!” Ember shouted before devolving into more guffawing. “I-I don’t care if you torture me forever! Ahahaha, make it stop!... but still won’t say it!”

“You asked for it,” Spike said as he pulled away from her, pulling his own shafts from Ember as well as Smolder’s from his own posterior. He took a moment to shiver at the sensation before looking back at Ember. “It’s time for my secret weapon.” He pointed towards Rarity.

Rarity was bringing a dress from her saddlebag. It had to be the frilliest, pinkest thing in existence, looking like it belonged more on one of Big Mac’s magical-filly figurines than an actual real pony. Ember’s eyes widened.

“Until you give in,” Spike told her. “You will wear-”

“You’re the Dragon Lord!” Ember shrieked before he even finished. “I’m your bitch slut, just don’t put me in that thing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” grinned Spike, folding his arms victoriously.

“Can I put myself out now?” asked Rarity through tears.

“Nah,” said Spike. Lay on the floor and I’ll breathe on you some more. I’m gonna go get some marshmallows for us to roast on you, then I’ll sleep with my three bitches in here for the night.”

“Tomorrow is Fluttershy’s sex ed class,” Smolder smirked as she pulled herself out from under Ember. “Guess Twilight won’t be available to do the ‘demo’ with her.”

“Oh yeah, I guess it is,” grinned Spike. “Well we’ll have to provide some other options. Besides, the idea of Fluttershy having consensual sex with anypony just doesn’t seem right.”

“Please turn this off now!” Ember cackled.

“Nah, I’m worn out, so I’ll do it tomorrow morning,” Spike shrugged. “Good luck sleeping though, you better not keep me up!”