Chapters 1. Rarity Asks Spike to Repeat Himself
Spike's visit to Zecora to get help hadn't gone great so far. The most productive things Zecora did was plug her ears and nose, then divert his flame burp to light her brewing pot fire instead of destroying something useful.
He wanted to do something productive, but that had to wait.
“Zecora!” Rarity screamed from outside Zecora's front door. “Hello? Are you there?”
Spike panicked, turning to grab Zecora. Hm, she felt... softer than usual against his claws.
“I can't let Rarity see me like this!” Spike shouted, his volume still out of control. He folded his claws and begged. “Please don't let her know I'm here!”
Zecora sighed, never one to take Spike's Rarity-obsession seriously. She pointed to an empty basket in one corner of the room. Spike ran to hop inside and closed the lid. He hoped he didn't burp in the flammable basket.
“Oh dear,” shouted Rarity as Zecora opened the door for her. “I'm talking even louder than I thought aren't I?”
“I have volume concerns today by the scores,” said Zecora as Rarity walked into her hut. “But it seems that I'm ready to help you with yours.”
“Eh, I-I'm sorry?!” Rarity leaned closer and rubbed one ear with her hoof. “I can't seem to hear anything! I was hoping you could help!”
Rarity put both hooves on Zecora's chest as if to make sure she understood, and Zecora politely pushed them away, walking to a table of bottles and components.
“I have no idea what happened!” Rarity shouted as she followed Zecora. “One minute, I was sewing phoenix feathers onto a dress, and the next I couldn't hear my own voice!”
“Ah, the feathers of that bird can affect ponies' ears,” Zecora said in recognition as she turned from checking her supplies. “It's a magic ailment I've treated for years.”
That meant that whatever clothing line Rarity was making with them was hazardous to the health of her buyers, not that it would stop her, or them if it was in style. Spike peeked out at Rarity wearing her cute pink saddlebags as she often did on trips. As she turned toward Zecora, his eyes locked onto Rarity's beautiful slit.
It wasn't easy being the perfect height to stare at everypony's best bits. He could draw a detailed sketch of all his friends' pussies from memory at this point. But now it seemed more enticing than ever, drool escaping his maw.
“I only know you're talking 'cause your mouth is going up and down,” shouted Rarity, then sniffed a few times before coughing and speaking at a more normal volume. “Oh, goodness! I hope that incredibly pungent odor belongs to some sort of magical curative.”
Zecora gave up on communicating and just started the potion; it must have been easy to make.
“I hope you're not busy,” Rarity shouted at her again. “But I must have my hearing back! It turns out that I talk to myself while I sew, and without that conversation, I simply can't think!”
Zecora pulled an ear dropper from a nearby shelf and filled it full of the potion she mixed.
“It's a simple cure, and the directions are clear,” Zecora shouted as she hoofed over the cure. “Just one or two drops in each of your ears.”
“Oh, thank you. You're an ear saver,” Rarity said as she took it in her magic and put a few drops in each ear. She then shouted again. “Oh, and while I am here, do you have any blemish cream?! Spike is having some scale issues!”
“You have no idea!” shouted Spike. He meant to mutter it to himself, but there went his volume control.
She also had no idea how hard he was getting. His dicks slipped from his draconic slit and were throbbing so hard it was painful. Since dragons had a hemipenis, he had double the dick and double the pain from the experience. They itched as bad as the rest of him, but not for scratching.
Rarity smelled fantastic even over his own stench. Zecora smelt great too, but Rarity's aroma was amazing. It was like the sweet scent of her perfumed pussy he got a whiff of sometimes, but so much more potent. Or maybe his condition made it seem more potent?
For now he couldn't scratch that itch though. Instead he covered his muzzle as if that would do any good.
“I think I heard something!” gasped Rarity, batting her ear with a hoof. She screamed, “Your cure is working already!”
“The cream that you want is just over here,” Zecora retrieved another bottle. “It's a popular potion for all creatures this year.”
“Thank you, Zecora,” sighed Rarity.
Spike took his chance, hopping out of the basket and pushing open the nearby window. Zecora nodded at him, and he hoped to Celestia she didn't see his raging boners as he flopped out of the window into the bushes outside the hut.
He planned to flee through the one part of the forest with no tree cover so the giant flying predators Smolder warned him about could see him more easily. That seemed the smartest choice.
He stopped before he did though. Damn, Rarity's scent was strong, even intoxicating.
“I don't mean to be rude,” shouted Rarity as Zecora walked her out. “But I do think your hut could use an airing out!”
“Rarity's gone!” Zecora called out once Rarity was out of earshot, which wasn’t very far in this case.
But Spike didn’t care. He stumbled after Rarity and forgot all else. He still itched all over, but he had an even more intense itch he wanted to scratch. That he NEEDED to scratch. His whole body was glowing from the need.
Spike got to Rarity while she was trotting beneath a covered area of the path and ran into her. He slammed into her plot from behind, taking an even deeper breath of her scent as his nose glanced against her amazing slit. He bounced off and landed on his behind as Rarity turned to see what ran into her.
“Oh, Spike. What are you doing here?” asked Rarity in a shout. She blushed, but didn't mention his raging boners to be polite. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten one or two around her.
“Rarity,” Spike said drunkenly as he staggered to his feet and approached Rarity, drooling with claws outstretched. “I'm gonna fuck you whether you want it or not!”
His mind was too addled to think of anything but getting his dicks into Rarity's sweet-smelling holes, face like a crazed foalaphile cornering a terrified filly guide.
“I'm sorry, could you repeat that?” Rarity leaned her head toward him as she shouted. “I was just at Zecora's, but I'm heading back!” She pulled out the ear dropper to show him. “I can't read these instructions! Does this say 'Two drops once a day' or 'one drop twice a day'?”
Spike didn't care about that. He smacked the drops out of the air and staggered around to her other end. Rarity only got the picture when he yanked her tail up with one claw and pushed his muzzle to her slit. He held her plot with his other claw and lapped deeply, his long tongue forcing its way all the way to her cervix.
“Oh my Celestia, that's long!” Rarity squealed. She rolled her eyes back, but recovered and pulled away. She separated from him with a lewd slurp and turned to face him again. “Spike! Never lick a lady there without permission or at least pay up front!... Spike are your scales getting worse? I got some cream from Zecora to help!”
When Rarity deprived him of her delicious flavor, it made him furious. This bitch had cock-teased him for so long, always insinuating she might put out and never doing it. Yet she fucked stallions and even school-age colts that did half as much for her as Spike did. Now she told him to pay even though she loved his tongue?
“I got the only cream you need,” Spike growled. “Insufferable cock-teasing bitch!”
Spike grabbed Rarity's head with both claws, jerking it downward and pushing it to his crotch. As Rarity opened her muzzle to respond, she found it stuffed with double shafts instead. Her face contorted with disgust, his pungent dicks tasting even worse than the rest of him.
As she tried to pull back, her horn lit to push him away. But Spike wouldn’t release her until every hole dripped with dragon spunk. He bit her glowing horn, closing his maw and breathing flame. He kept the burst of fiery energy contained within his muzzle, burning even hotter around the horn.
Rarity screamed bloody murder at the pain coursing through her. A horn was the most sensitive part of a unicorn, and now hers boiled in a raging fire. Spike twisted his head as the horn became brittle under the heat, snapping it off her head and spitting it onto the ground next to them.
Dizzy from the agony, Rarity screeched. The amazing vibrations tantilized Spike's shafts as he gripped her head in his claws, digging them in like nails. Blood trickled down her beautiful face as he rammed himself into the back of her throat and savored her violent gagging around his dick.
Spike groaned at the wonderful convulsions around his shafts as he packed them into her tight throat. As he thrust, he savored her terrified expression and the blood glistening through her pale white fur. His tongue lapped at the tears pouring from her agony-filled eyes.
He knew his actions should horrify him, but amazing new instincts flowed through him and it felt incredible. Maiming and using a helpless mare was a power trip, and even more so when it was Rarity, a pony that trusted him to never harm her. Rarity had never been sexier than she was at his mercy.
“Come on, use your tongue!” Spike demanded. “I know you're better at cock-sucking than this. I spied on you during that 'business meeting' that got you a deal on the Canterlot Boutique. You went down on like a dozen stallions and mares and they all loved it, so slurp me like you slurped them before I tear out your tongue by the root!”
Rarity only blushed in shame and complied. Terrified to jerk away anymore lest his embedded claws tear open her face, she seemed to resign herself to finishing him. She lapped her tongue, rippling it against one shaft then the other each time he drew back, twirling her tongue around the base as he pushed into her throat. Her swallowing became more intense as she tried to get him off as quickly as possible. Perhaps she thought it'd be over if she finished him, but it wouldn't be.
Spike wanted to hold it in, to make the sobbing cunt suffer as long as possible, but it was impossible. The hot cum surged from within, bursting into Rarity's muzzle and giving more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. Rarity sounded ready to vomit, and given how his cum tasted in his condition, she had good reason.
But his spunk was also boiling hot as if all that pent up horniness from the years she teased him came out at once. She struggled anew, getting her muzzle away only to have the rest of the scalding sperm spray into her eyes. She gagged, vomiting up his first load before screaming.
“Please just let me go Spike!” Rarity begged. Her pleading was sweet music to his ears, and he couldn't wait to hear more.
“No fucking way,” Spike growled. “You've denied me for too long, now every hole you have is mine! This is what you deserve for shaking that pussy at me to get me to do your bidding! I'm gonna RUIN you, Rarity!”
Rarity screamed again, kicking hard. Her hoof landed a blow right between his legs at the base of his cocks, pain surging through him. Dragon balls may have been internal, but getting kicked there still hurt like hell, making him double over for a moment before recovering.
Rarity pried herself free of his claws and galloped back towards Zecora's for help. She couldn't gallop straight with her horn injury though and slammed face first into a nearby tree. Spike rushed her from behind, grabbing her by the tail.
“Spike please!” Rarity pleaded. “This isn't you! Something is wrong with you! You're possessed or something!”
“Oh and you know all about being possessed, 'Nightmare Rarity',” Spike rolled his eyes. “You were hotter in that form by the way.”
“Zecora help me!” Rarity screamed hoping Zecora would come.
Spike couldn't believe what an insufferable bitch Rarity was being! All he wanted was what she owed him and she was being a total drama queen about it!
Rarity flailed a hind leg to kick him again, but this time he caught it. The surge of lust and rage giving him strength, he twisted the leg at the knee, snapping it with a grotesque sound and twisting. Rarity wailed as he turned it further, breaking the joint until it was a swollen mess of bone shards poking through bloody flesh.
Spike didn't stop. He breathed a spout of flame over her back, her fur igniting as her shrieked raised an octave. Too delirious to care about the noise she made, Spike enjoyed the sight of her flesh boiling off as her fur burned away. The scent of her charred flesh reached his nostrils, so delicious, and he found him drooling on her, the saliva becoming steam the instant it touched her hot flesh.
As he tossed her flaming saddlebags aside, Spike flipped her over by her broken leg, though the pain drowned underneath the other agony. He looked down into the abject terror in her face and grinned. It was more than fear of rape.
“You realized I’m going to kill you didn't you?” panted Spike, having no intention of denying her expectations. “I’ll cum so hard as you die , then maybe defile your corpse for good measure! It’s what a dirty whore like you deserves!”
He shoved her back against the rocky ground, and breathed another burst of flame onto her upper body. Her screech cut off as her tongue swelled and burst from the heat, leaving her only able to gag pitifully. Her front legs kicked as they were well cooked and her eyes oozed out of her eyes in a fountain of bloody puss before boiling off her face.
He moved down, frying her lower body. She twitched helplessly as he charred her other legs, tail burning to ashes. As her skin boiled apart, her pussy and ass were glued shut by melted flesh, but that only made the over-used slut tighter.
He let up before he killed her, not wanting to end her well-deserved suffering yet. He patted the remaining flames out and left her charred body shivering on the ground. Spike had never seen a pony in so much agony.
‘Please kill me,’ Rarity mouthed the words, unable to make a sound.
“Not yet!” growled Spike as he pushed his double cocks to her charred pussy and ass. “I'm not finished torturing my favorite cock tease yet!”
Spike pushed his hips forward, pushing his rock hard members through Rarity's melted flesh to pry open her rape holes. Her pushed deep, her body arching as the stinging torment flowed through her existing agony. Rarity vomited a fountain of blood, cum, and food as he rammed deep.
His muscles flexed as he forced his way in, the warmth of Rarity's luscious wet pussy and tight ass sliding down his lengths. Her ruined vulva and sphincter clenched with her convulsions, letting him feel the pressure sliding along his barbed length with each thrust.
He shivered as his belly slapped against her hot flesh. Finally! He pulled back and thrust, blood drooling from her holes like wounds as he drilled her. Too small to reach for a kiss in this position, he licked her belly instead, savoring the flavor of burned fur and flesh. He sank his teeth in, pulling a strip of well-done flesh from her belly.
The bloody meat sliding around his maw drove him on further, and soon he was tearing off chunks of meat. Her face twisted in fear and agony, trembling and hoping to die soon to end this. He ripped his claws down her front to tear open her gut, a sight that would normally make him vomit only making him hungrier.
As he pushed his maw into her gaping gut, he gripped her flanks with his claws. He dug through her flesh as if his claws were lengthening, and slapped his body against her, blood and fluid splashing with each impact. He couldn't believe how incredible a dying mare felt around his dicks. It was no wonder dragons and ponies had trouble getting along when pony murder was this hot!
To think he could have murdered her this at any time! He never had to do anything for her; he just had to fry her slutty plot and fuck her as she died. Still this was worth any wait. Dozens if not hundreds of stallions had came into this thot's pussy and asshole, but she'd die with his cum inside her. That's all that mattered now.
“This is exactly how you deserve to die,” Spike groaned as he gnawed up her stomach, his own cum drooling from it as he tore it apart. “Was it worth denying me the pussy I deserve all those times?”
He tore out her stomach, liver, and spleen as he feasted, his thrusting motions speeding with each delicious swallow. He ripped out a long strand of intestines, wrapping it around his neck like a decoration.
Spike's strength surged as he grabbed her unbroken hind leg, twisting it and enjoying the sound of her flesh tearing and bone shattering. He ripped it free, holding it in both claws and gnawing the meat off, gore falling down his chest. Rarity barely noticed the missing leg as she waded in an ocean of torment.
Rarity tried to scream for mercy one last time but only vomited up another fountain of gore. She gagged, no longer strong enough to turn her head and spill it. Spike groaned at the sight of Rarity choking to death on her own vomit; it was the perfect way for the conniving slut to meet her end. His shafts throbbed as he enjoyed the sight of her agonizing death.
As her body convulsed in deathgasm, Spike blew his load hard, pumping her womb and intestines full of his burning spunk. They swelled inside her eviscerated gut, her womb stretching out like a water balloon before it burst, her intestines splitting open.
Her gut was soon a soup of white and red swirls as her life faded forever. The last sensation Rarity had during her well-deserved demise was the flood of seed from her murderer. He came harder as he realized that he was now fucking her worthless corpse.
So excited by the moment, Spike hadn't noticed his scales stopped itching. He continued to tear into the meat of Rarity's leg, consuming it to the bone as his flesh became stone starting with his feet. He froze mid-bite as it covered his entire body.
As the stone shattered and released his now-winged form, his lustful rage left him as the stonescales did. He dropped Rarity's leg in horror, staring down at the fresh corpse of his crush he had just murdered.
“Shit...”
2. Zecora Does Spike a Favor
"I-I gotta find Zecora!" Spike said aloud. "B-but... what do I tell her happened?"
"I saw everything you did," a voice said behind him. "You need not keep it hid."
Spike turned to see Zecora sitting on her haunches a good ten paces away. She must have gotten close when he was encased in stone, but how much had she seen?
For a moment he wondered if he should attack her too for what she'd seen, but she was holding a potion bottle in front of her with one front hoof using that freaky sticky-hoof maneuver that ponies and like-creatures do when they hoof-hold things. The potion was black and bubbly, and he assumed it would do something terrible to him if he attempted to attack her.
Then he noticed her other hoof. Zecora had her hind legs spread, sitting up on her haunches, her free hoof rapidly rubbing at her own slit, tweaking at her clit. Profuse sticky fluid visibly drooled down her thighs. She wasn't just watching him, she was enjoying the show.
"H-how much did you see?" Spike stammered the question.
"Most; it was an enjoyable show," Zecora said. "And how that thot deserved to go."
If that was how Zecora thought of Rarity, she must have been being more honest than usual. Then again, it wasn't like Spike could tell on her for anything now. She had no reason to pretend to be decent around him.
"O-okay," Spike wasn't sure he agreed with her even though he was the one to do it. He agreed with her while doing it, but now he felt sick. "B-but she's dead, and I'm gonna be in trouble. I-I was gonna drag her back to your hut and see if you could help her."
"Hmm, well we need give no excuse of course," Zecora pondered, continuing to masturbate casually, but brandishing the potion more when Spike looked like he might step towards her. "A monster came, and we never found the corpse."
"B-but there is a corpse," Spike said. "We can't just leave her here to rot! And um, I kinda don't want her to be dead, now that I'm not drowning in... whatever that mood was."
"I would use her cadaver for potion parts," Zecora admitted. "But there is a way if you want to save your sweetheart. But it's neither legal nor moral, and I'd be less ingredients for my potions oral."
"I don't care if it's legal!" Spike begged. He stepped towards her and didn't care when she brandished the potion more. He fell on his knees and folded her claws, looking less than sincere when covered with Rarity's gore. "Just bring her back! I'll do anything!"
"Anything you say?" Zecora pondered. When he came closer, she stood and took a few steps back, though he could still see and smell the juice drooling down her hind legs. Damn she smelled good. "I can do this, but only half way. To mend her body, her soul must fall. She would be little more than an undead thrall."
"Uh, and that is?" Spike blinked.
"A slave whose master she must obey," explained Zecora. "For that to be use, I need 'anything' as you say."
"Anything!" Spike repeated, but as he came down from his high, he put more thought into her being here. "W-why are you so calm about this? Even if you get off on this stuff, you seem like you expected it."
"Rape and murder are in a dragon's blood," nodded Zecora with a slight smirk. "Twas a matter of time 'fore your lust struck like a flood. I'm pleased to have been witness to it, though; and if you help me a bit, I'll tell no one you've done so."
"S-seriously?" Spike didn't like this conversation, but couldn't deny it got to him. He felt his shafts easing out of his reptilian slits again and didn't even care if she saw them. "So you're okay with me killing ponies? But wait! Smolder is a dragon, and she hasn't killed anyone, so it's clearly not natural!"
"Hasn't she killed, are you sure?" Zecora tilted her head. "I can't imagine a dragon living with ponies being so pure."
"Um, kinda sure?" Spike wasn't, actually. Come to think of it, there were a lot of visitors and temporary students. If Smolder chose her victims well, it was possible she could get away with a lot. Didn't three visitors go missing during that festival set up to welcome Ember to visit? Was murdering ponies really normal for dragons?
"Let's move to my hut, for beneath the main room," Zecora said. "I have a place for dark arts I've meant to show Apple Bloom. When we arrive, questions you mustn't ask, for the utmost care is required for such a task."
"R-right," Spike nodded.
Zecora let Spike go first for obvious reasons. He scooped what he could of Rarity's charred guts from the ground, sloshing them into her cooling cadaver the best he could. After the loose pieces were inside her chest cavity, he dragged her awkwardly towards Zecora's hut.
So Zecora had known this was about to happen? That means she sent Rarity home knowing that Spike would probably attack her. Even followed her hoping to get a peek and then masturbating as Rarity died rather than saving her. Spike guessed Zecora really had been an evil enchantress, and just gotten in good with Ponyville so they'd leave her alone.
But maybe this all worked out best. The more he thought about it, the more he rationalized it to be true. Not only had he gotten revenge on this cock-tease by giving her the agonizing death she deserved, once this finished she'd be his slave. He could use her whenever he wanted, tell her to do anything.
His mind filled with things he could command her to do. While tempted to keep her to himself, it'd also be hot to make her into a public slut that no one would respect. He wondered how Rarity's family and friends would react to her coming on to them. Or he could have her offer herself publicly to him or others. Public sex was rude in Equestria, but not illegal.
When he arrived at the hut, Zecora galloped ahead of him to open the door, her tail swishing and blowing her scent to his nose again. He shivered as he watched her enter and leave it open for him. He dragged Rarity in, and Zecora shut the door behind him. Zecora went to one corner of the hut, rolling aside a carpet and opening a trap door on the floor. She motioned inside so that is where Spike dragged his dead crush.
The basement of the hut was creepy though mostly because he couldn't see much in the dark, musky expanse. There were stone floor and walls with various stains on them, shelves lined with books and questionable looking concoctions, and a table in the center that looked much like an operating table a hospital might have, if a great deal less sanitary.
Zecora grabbed hold of Rarity's corpse and shoved it up onto the table. She didn't bother putting the parts in the right places, just leaving the loose bits inside her chest cavity where Spike put them. Rarity was still full of dragon spunk too, her severed limbs sitting loosely in the soup like they were basting in it.
"You must have sex with the broken ho," Zecora said as if it were the most normal thing ever. "The ritual requires one that loves her do so."
"Uh, love?" Spike asked nervously though he didn't mind the idea either. "I mean I killed her and all so probably not 'pure' love."
"This is dark magic, it need not be pure," Zecora smirked. Spike had to wonder if this really was needed or if she was just showing more of her kinky side. "I say using one that shunned you is true love for sure."
"That makes little sense," Spike said. "But not gonna question another go at that cold pussy. Wow... can't believe I'm saying that so easily already."
"Please, let it out," said Zecora. "It's what your species is all about."
Spike climbed up onto the table, looking down at Rarity's body. If he hadn't been the one to turn her into this mangled mess of flesh, he'd never be able to tell it had once been Rarity. His shafts where throbbing now, and he didn't even care that Zecora watched as she gathered ingredients.
Rarity's corpse cunt was hanging loose from use. Her tailhole was tighter but still easily accessible. He pushed his tips against them, the squish of penetration filling the quiet chamber as he pushed inside. The once warm flesh was cool and clammy, sticky rather than wet, but somehow that made it all the more arousing. His cocks throbbed as they sank deeper.
He could see the loose flesh that remained of her fuck tunnel and intestines stretch with his dual girths. He watched the shape of his shafts slide in and out as he thrusts his hips. He went slowly, not sure if he should get off until Zecora told him.
"You're mine now you slut," Spike panted. "Forever. I will fuck you whenever I want and everyone in Ponyville will know that you love my young dragon cocks more than anything else."
"She'll do so much more for you when this is done," Zecora said as she approached with a large canister. "You can force her in public, or with her Sweetie, what fun! Fucking her holes until they both gape; she can even assist with your murders and rape!"
"I-I might not do that again," Spike pointed out even as he fucked the corpse of his first victim, panting with each thrust.
"I'm sure you will, you horny drake," smirked Zecora. "For with the taste of blood, a perfect predator you make. Accepting this now will help you get away with it later; planning your attacks will make your success all the greater."
Zecora poured the purple bubbly mixture into Rarity. It simmered, seeping into her loose guts until Spike felt it washing along his members inside of the corpse. He kept thrusting even as it stung at his shafts. Zecora held the canister to his muzzle then, offering the last bit to him.
"Drink this," Zecora ordered. "You will regurgitate her parts that are amiss."
Spike didn't question it even if he probably should. He scarfed down the bitter mixture, which swirled around his stomach. Seconds later he felt it turn and leaned over Rarity's corpse to push his maw into her gut.
This time instead of tearing out flesh, he vomited violently. He hurled the chunks of meat and gore him'd eaten before back into her chest cavity, not that any of it was distinguishable as what it had been before. Zecora moaned as she watched, reaching a hoof around to grope his little behind in appreciation. She pushed and tugged at his tail, making sure he kept thrusting.
"Good, now cum inside your cold sex slave," Zecora nodded as his vomit tapered off. "We will rip her soul from beyond the grave."
Rarity's body twitched. It was creepy given she was still in pieces, but hot. Zecora propped up against the side of the table, pulling Rarity's dismembered parts back into the right locations, at least the parts she identified like limbs.
As Zecora worked, Spike leaned in and licked the side of her face. To his surprise, she turned and returned it with a kiss, and for a moment the two played their tongues together. Spike felt more like a stud than ever, fucking one mare he'd murdered and making out with another he barely knew.
"I'm gonna fuck you, too, Zecora," Spike panted as he pulled away from the kiss. "Alive if you want or dead if you don't."
"You wouldn't survive my rape if you tried," Zecora smirked. "But luckily your request will not be denied."
Spike pulled free of Rarity, but Zecora tugged him back into her. Instead, Zecora crawled up atop of Rarity's corpse, laying on her back atop her. She pushed her rump down into Rarity's gaping gut, pushing her rib cage apart until it cracked so she could fit. Zecora settled her own rump within Rarity's torn torso so that Spike's double rods poked her through the cold flesh.
"You like dragon cock this much?" Spike asked, feeling more and more okay with the fucked up activities.
"I like young cock much, and all young meat," Zecora smirked. "Tis why I invite foals whenever I'm in heat."
Zecora showed her flexibility by doubling over. She tugged Rarity's cold flesh in her teeth, ripping a tear down Rarity's soggy inner tunnels. Once Spike's throbbing shafts poked through the flesh, she pushed her own warm flesh in its path. They moaned together as he pushed into Zecora through Rarity, taking a moment to penetrate the tighter holes since she wasn't the rabid slut that Rarity had been.
All the same, Zecora knew how to work the shafts. She rotated her hips smoothly, the grotesque pool of gore she sat in squishing with each movement. Rarity's body was slowly knitting itself back together in the potion, but then they tore the flesh back apart with each movement. Spike's hip thrusts became more violent as he sank his claws deep into Rarity's flanks, feeling the flesh reform around his claws so he could rip it anew.
Zecora pulled herself off of Spike's shafts for a moment, but only so she could turn herself around to face Rarity. As Rarity's face shifted back into place, Zecora kissed her sloppily and pushed her rump back onto the protruding tips of Spike's shafts.
"Soon the spell will do its deed," panted Zecora. "You can delight in her screams 'fore she's made to follow your creed."
"F-forced?" Spike panted in return as he watched the cadaverific make-out session beneath him and thrust more rapidly, grasping Zecora's wide plot. "So will she be like... aware but unable to stop herself?"
"So it is," Zecora confirmed even as he felt her pussy tense up around him. "Is there a problem with this?"
"Problem?" asked Spike. "No way! That'll be super hot! I'll have her do all sorts of things she hates!"
It became increasingly hard for Zecora to keep her rump pressed down into the chasm as Rarity's insides slowly knitted back together, but Spike gripped her hard in his claws and yanked her back in. When she pulled too far away, he ripped open Rarity's gut again to pull her back in.
Finally when her lungs reformed enough, Rarity let out a blood-curling scream. Zecora kissed her midway through, enjoying the vibrations of the screech and shivering violently herself. As Spike felt Zecora's pussy explode in bliss around his tip, he yanked her head back and away from Rarity's face, wanting to hear Rarity's sobbing.
"No don't!" Rarity sobbed in a hollow voice. "No, let me die, please let me die!"
Her begging was too much for Spike. He blew his wad once again, this time through Rarity's reforming holes and into Zecora's. Spike dug his claws into Zecora's bottom to pull her back against him, then pushed her away once he finished depositing his spunk in another set of holes.
As Zecora pulled off of Rarity completely, her gut filled back in, body reforming to its previous hotness. Burns disappeared for her silky soft fur, wounds closed and limbs reattached, and Rarity's pleas died down. At the end it left her laying there on her back, staring at the ceiling.
Spike withdrew from Rarity's pussy and asshole, both now his possessions, and felt his claws over her body. She was still cool to the touch, none of the warmth of life having returned, but soft and pliable all the same. He climbed up onto the table, walking over her newly formed belly and standing on her chest. Batting her breasts with his tail, he looked down at her vacant eyes and folded his arms.
"So you can hear me?" Spike asked.
"Please just kill me," Rarity whispered in a hollow voice.
"I did kill you," Spike smirked. Despite another orgasm sating him, he felt more dominant again. Zecora's approval definitely hurt his mental state. "Now you're mine. You'll do what I say when I say and give no one any hint I'm in control of you. You won't let on how much you hate doing what I say unless I give you permission to sob for me."
He'd definitely give her permission sometimes; he wanted to get off on her suffering still. The idea that he'd not only murdered her, but damned her to being his undead fuck slave forever was hotter than anything he'd ever imagined. With dragon lifespans, she'd be his slave far longer than most ponies lived.
"Well done," Zecora agreed, still panting as she stood by. "But recall I'm owed payment, now come."
"Oh yeah," Spike wilted just a little. Now he knew what kind of personality she'd been hiding, so he didn't know what Zecora would ask. Still, having Rarity like this was probably worth whatever she wanted. "What did you want?"
"It's a simple request," Zecora answered. "I did not use Rarity for potions at your behest. In exchange, I'd like more rare animal potion fuel, especially from the ones that attend Twilight's school. When you use them and their bodies you maul, bring me the useful bits, that is all."
"Oh," Spike breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been coming from a necromancer. "Sure, that might be fun!"
"Then let's proceed back upstairs," Zecora nodded, satisfied. "In case one has come looking for my wares."
"You first, slut," Spike told Rarity as he hopped off the table.
Rarity looked like every movement was agony, twitching violently as she rose. Spike's sharp draconic hearing could hear the squish of coagulated blood inside of her shifting around. She inhaled sharply as she put her hooves on the floor, then staggered towards the staircase, stumbling forward.
"She looks like she's in pain," Spike licked his lips.
"In the utmost agony, oh my," Zecora nodded. "Like a heart attack, but body refusing to die. That is how she'll be with this spell, her own personal hell."
"So fucking hot," panted Spike as he followed behind Rarity. He stroked his still erect shafts as she pushed the trap door open at the top of the stairs and stumbled out.
"Oh, you're here too Rarity?" another voice came as Rarity stumbled up. Was that Twilight?
It was. As Spike ran up after her with Zecora behind him, he found that Twilight had arrived and had been waiting in the hut for them.
"Apologies, I didn't know you were here," Zecora said as she came up last and hurriedly shut the trap door. "Have you been, but your entrance I didn't hear?"
"Oh no," Twilight smiled. "Just a few minutes. I saw the basement door and knocked, but no one answered. It worried me because there's blood on the ground outside, like something was dragged. Thank goodness you're all okay!"
"Of course, we're okay," Zecora nodded and smiled. "How may I assist you today?"
"What was the blood?" Twilight tilted her head.
"T-that's not blood," Spike said. "It's um... paint? I was helping Zecora clear up the basement and... Rarity was helping with decoration ideas... yeah."
"Oh um, okay?" Twilight seemed unsure, but trusted them if no one disagreed. "Wait, Spike... you have wings?... and erections."
Spike wasn't embarrassed enough to cover himself, not anymore. Still, he didn't want to give any hint about the change, so he did his best to blush and cover them up with both claws now that she noticed.
"Ah! Um," Spike stammered, or tried. "I-I molted."
"You're probably here about his scale issue," said Zecora. "But it was only molting, and resolved with a moist tissue. He gained his wings, but as you can tell, it's done a few other... things."
"Oh um," Twilight blushed in return but nodded. "Sorry, I understand. I'm proud of you though on getting your wings, that's great! Pinkie will definitely want to throw you a party!"
"Oh and um, Rarity has news," Spike smiled. "Rarity, tell Twilight how we're dating now."
"Wait, what?" Twilight's smile faltered in confusion.
"Indeed," Rarity said in a hollow voice. "We fucked in the basement during the... clean up."
Rarity's voice clipped a few times, as if she was trying to say other things, but the magic of her reanimation wouldn't let her express anything against Spike's wishes.
Twilight stared. Dating was one thing, and Twilight understood what dating involved, but hearing Rarity say it like that was another thing entirely.
"Um... isn't he a bit... young?" Twilight finally got the words out.
"I got my wings," shrugged Spike. "I mean ponies are legal when they get their cutie mark, right?"
"Ah," Twilight nodded. "I guess it is the same thing. Congrats then? Maybe... say it less bluntly in the future though."
"Sorry," Rarity nodded, only drawing breath in to speak. "Darling."
Rarity looked at the floor with her wide, freaked-out eyes. Twilight wanted to ask why, but refrained for fear that it'd sound like an insinuation that Spike had been a bad lay. She didn't want to risk hurting his self-esteem.
"Okay," Twilight took a step back. "I think we're all tired, maybe we should head back?"
"Great!" Spike said, moving his claws now he'd got his junk back inside its place. "Once we get back, I think I need to... guess I got a lot to do now."
"Actually, I have a few things with which he can help me," Zecora smiled. "If I must borrow him longer, would you agree?"
Right, she probably wanted to give him instructions on what parts she wanted from which creatures.
"Oh sure, if that's okay with him," Twilight nodded.
"Of course!" grinned Spike. "Um, Rarity? Why don't you go back to the boutique and wait til I come get you?"
"My Spikey Wikey," Rarity nodded and turned to follow Twilight. She looked relieved to be leaving Spike's presence. He grinned wider when he thought about how she'd spend the rest of the way home wanting to ask Twilight for help and not being able to.
As Twilight and Rarity left, he watched their plots sway. Rarity stayed a few steps from Twilight as if afraid of being touched and found to be cold, but was walking much more steady now as she grew accustomed to her eternal torment.
Spike licked his lips as his eyes focused on Twilight's behind, who inadvertently flashed him her pussy as she shooed a few bugs away with her tail. Now that he'd really let go, there were so many holes he hoped to get inside.
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3. Gallus and Sandbar Learn to Accept Cultural Differences
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."
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4. Rarity and Spike Create a Cherished Memory Together
“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.”
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5. Twilight and Ember Find New Job Opportunities
“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!”
6. Starlight Doesn't Return Spike's Things
Starlight had taken too long and was a little late for the get together at Trixie’s wagon. Because of that, and because she didn’t want to explain to ponies why Twilight was acting like an idiot while walking there, she teleported herself and Twilight with no warning.
She found Trixie, wearing her trademark hat and cape. The other unicorn was sprawled out, idly rubbing at her pussy and staring at a clock, then growled at Starlight as soon as she arrived.
“You’re late!” Trixie said. “And Maud is even later! Trixie is always on time, why can’t you be… is that Twilight?”
Their friendly meets had started as general get-togethers, but they always ended with them in a moist pile of flesh thrusting at or into one another. Eventually, they dropped all pretense and just had sex for the entire thing, usually all night. Maud would often attend too, as would the occasional guest, pony they roofied at the local pub, or foalnapped filly guide.
“You’re on time because it's in your wagon,” Starlight rolled her eyes. “And because you have no other friends and thus nothing else to be doing. The only reason we still like you is cause you’re a freak in the sack and won't tell on us when we break the law.”
“Why you…” Trixie started, but it wasn’t like she could do anything to Starlight. She was barely functional as a mage.
“Hi, Trixie!” Twilight waved with a big stupid grin.
“Hi… Twilight?” Trixie tilted her head. “Are you here for the uh…sex? I mean Trixie thinks you’re reasonably hot so will sex you for sure, but… it’s a little odd as much as you get onto us for bucking at the school.”
“I think it’s more us bucking in every single room of the school,” smirked Starlight. “But yes she’s here for sex.”
“I don’t like sneks!” said Twilight. “Fluttershy says I should but they’re scary! Starstar said I should be here though and she’s really smart! Are you smart Trixie?” She sounded like a foal being led into a foal fiddler’s candy wagon.
"Is she roofied?" Trixie tilted her head at Starlight. "Are we gonna rape her? That's hot!"
“She's roofied in a way, but permanently,” smirked Starlight when Trixie looked at her in confusion. “You know how I told you and Maud that I still wanted revenge one day? Suffice to say, she’s permanently retard-ified. Mind completely destroyed beyond repair. She’ll never bother any of us again, so we can get back to more of the things we like to do, perhaps.” She let Trixie think that she’d done it completely herself.
“You’re serious?” Trixie’s eyes lit up, looking over at Twilight with a grin and walking over to her. “Oh this is beautiful, just what the bitch deserved for defiling the Great and Powerful Trixie’s image!” She glanced back at Starlight. “Starlight? Trixie desires to impale this senseless thot on a massive cock! With ridges, and a knot!”
“You like tying knots?” Twilight tilted her head. “Are you a sailor?”
Starlight rolled her eyes when Trixie couldn’t even gender morph herself. Starlight cast the spell easily, giving Trixie the shaft that she knew she’d want, which was basically an exact replica of the manticore dicks that the mare favored so much. Unlike the weird magic Spike was using, this kept Trixie’s pussy intact, nestled behind her sack as it grew down. A thick sheath swelled out as well, a shaft with tickly barbs and an already thick knot at the base slipping free.
Starlight preferred a more typical equine shaft for herself, though it was certainly larger than the average stallion, thick and veiny and moist, ready to go as soon as it spilled out. Both her and Trixie were had large enough endowments now that without Starlight’s magic, they’d probably be dizzy from blood loss as soon as they got fully hard.
“My pathetic former rival,” Trixie posed, then bowled Twilight over onto her back, pinning her down and forcing her legs apart with her telekinesis. “Don’t worry, you still have all the parts you need to be useful to Trixie.”
“Ow!” Twilight complained. “Starstar, Trix is mean, should I push her off?”
“Can you even do that anymore?” Starlight laughed.
Apparently she could. Trixie flew across the room, landing against the opposite wall and squeaking as she landed onto the floor head first. Her overly large dick smacked her in the face when she landed. It seemed the magic-dampening effect of the potion hadn't been permanent.
“Trixie!” Starlight laughed. “You just got thrown off by a half-wit, how does that feel? Interesting she can still use her magic even if she’s too dumb to apply it in the right situations… Twilight. Don’t do that again. We need to rape you for… medical purposes. And only use magic when I tell you, hm? I’m the only one smart enough to decide for your brainless ass.”
“Oh, okay!” Twilight nodded. “Sorry Trix, you can come do the rape thing now!”
“Trixie will not go easy on you,” Trixie said as she wobbled up and staggered over, her cape swishing about. She yanked Twilight’s tail out of the way again, pulling her up to her haunches. “Is she already dripping cum?”
“Yeah,” Starlight laughed. When Twilight faced Twilight towards her, Starlight turned her around to give Trixie the ass instead. “Spike, Smolder, and Rarity were ganging on her earlier. Spike has had… a change of heart on a few things. Murdered a few students, raped their corpses, raped Smolder into submission as a mate, had Rarity zombiefied into a sex slave, was raping Ember too when I left… some other stuff too maybe, I don’t know.”
“The school sure is exciting sometimes!” Twilight nodded, not even seeming to notice when two new pulsating shafts pressed against her warm body from either side. “I’m glad I’m head-thingy of the school!” Her pussy was sopping wet still, seemingly permanently so now, and her ass was still moist from it’s most recent raping.
“Trixie wanted her cunt!” Trixie complained, but didn’t try to turn her back around. Instead she pushed her shaft against Twilight’s rear. “Hm, if Spike is murdering ponies at the school, do you think there might be some job openings there soon?” She panted as she popped inside, rolling her eyes back and taking the first thrust slow so that she could enjoy finally getting her rape on with Twilight. After that, she took heavy thrusts, forcing her ridges and knot past the still-tight anal ring.
“I defeated her, I get first dibs, her womb is mine,” Starlight huffed. She used her magic to teleport Spike’s seed out from Twilight’s womb, letting it fall onto Twilight’s head. “Besides, you can fuck her retarded cunt just about any time now. She’s too mindless to say no.” Starlight cast a second spell to make Twilight’s cunny churn with revived fertility, then forced her shaft in with one stroke. The overly-long flesh pushed snugly up against Twilight’s cervix on the first shove, and Twilight began knocking on it violently with new thrusts. “And Twilight dear, you’re not Headmistress, you never have been. Don’t you remember? I’ve always been headmistress and you’ve always been the head of the Rape Bait squad. Spike is the Rape Bait Administrator so he helps decide who should rape you next.”
“That makes sense!” Twilight said between squeals as her body was pushed back and forth between the other mares. “Maybe if I do good I’ll get a promotion!” They slowly went from taking turns and bouncing her hips back and forth to pushing in at the same time, Twilight’s gut swelling slightly at taking two massive shafts at once.
“Sure yeah, something like that,” groaned Starlight, hips tensing as her movements became spastic in and out of her new delectable rape meat. She panted to Trixie as she leaned over to kiss her. “I’m gonna use this slut as a foal factory. Despite what I did to her head, her genes should still net me some better offspring than you ever could.”
“Hmph,” Trixie growled, but still kissed Starlight in return. She tensed herself up, drooling down onto Twilight’s face. Twilight seemed too stupid to even close them, saliva drooling over them as she wondered why they stung.
The conversation took a brief pause as both mares expelled their loads into Twilight. The magical shafts had an endless supply of seed, so they didn’t have to hold back when pumping their victim full.
“Ah, I’ve missed these holes of yours since I had you and your friends gang-raped in my village,” Starlight groaned. As soon as she finished, she yanked herself and Trixie out, even Trixie’s knot, turning Twilight around between them as she squeaked at the sudden repositioning. Starlight didn’t offer Trixie her pussy yet. Instead she pushed Trixie back and Twilight down into a head down ass up position. “Take her muzzle, Trix. I suspect stupid sperm may be faster, so I want to give mine a good head start.”
“Aw you missed them? That’s sad!” Twilight said as Trixie grumbled slightly, but took hold of Twilight’s head all the same.. “Should we invite your village over?”
“Unfortunately not,” Starlight rolled her eyes. “They’ve passed laws against rape since I left. They even made it illegal to fuck foals under 12 years of age. The nerve!” As she pondered the injustice of preventing her dick from being inside foals, she pushed her still slickened shaft to Twilight’s posterior. She wasted no time pressing inside, and Twilight’s grunt of discomfort was quickly cut off as Trixie took no time invading her throat.
“It’s really gone down the shitter since you left,” Trixie noted about Starlight’s village, forcing Twilight’s muzzle open wide. “When Trixie did a show there, they kicked her out for the part where I shot myself out of a cannon and landed on a manticore’s cock.” She felt her shaft throb a little thinking about her manticores, and soon was gleefully pounding Twilight’s throat as her balls repeatedly smacked her chin.
“But that’s the best part!” raged Starlight, now every bit as angry as Trixie at the stupidity of it all. “And then you shoot a second manticore out of it that lands with his dick in your ass, then a third that lands in your throat! Not even Hoofdini could have done that!... because you know… he only had the two holes.” It was especially angering after how many test subjects they’d gone through training the manticores to do that… good thing Twilight never found that mass grave while she still had sense.
“Even Canterlot didn’t kick me out for that part,” Trixie nodded. “In fact, Celestia tried to crawl into the cannon herself after she saw me on stage taking three at once!” She plugged Twilight’s nostrils with her magic as she continued to slam her throat, enjoying the sensation of her breathless enemy on her dick. It wasn’t like she had to worry about brain damage from lack of oxygen after all.
“You’d think that slut got enough dick from her army-sized harem without needing to impale her whore ass on your manticore,” Starlight rolled her eyes, smacking Twilight’s flank when she tried to wriggle too much, then slammed harder into her ass like a jackhammer as she stood on her hind legs.
“Seriously!” Trixie nodded. “She didn’t even ask to make sure me and the manticore were in an open relationship first! I mean we are… so it was okay and hot… but we might not have been! More annoyingly, ponies keep asking me at shows if Celestia would be a part of the act. As if Trixie isn’t enough!... ah choke on it my little moron!” Twilight wasn’t struggling for air much even as her face turned more purple than usual, as if having not yet understood why it was that she couldn’t breathe.
“You’re enough?” Starlight grunted as she smacked Twilight’s ass with her hoof again. “Come on, I like you, as a fuck toy at least, but even I won’t pretend you can compete with that thick sunny ass, nor with goddess puss in general. If Celestia or Luna ever offered to replace you, I’d gladly snuff you and leave you rotting in a ditch somewhere.” The idea of leaving Trixie’s well-fucked corpse in a ditch added to the existing hotness of the situation, and Starlight was quickly heading towards climax again.
“Well… well…” Trixie was a bit of a drama queen about her marefriend saying she wanted to murder her. “I’d rather be rotting in a ditch getting corpse-fucked by dogs than pregnant with your spawn!”
“Well this is unexpected,” suddenly a new, very bland voice was part of the conversation. They looked over to find Maud, and Pinkie of all ponies with her, apparently invited to join in. “Not the conversation, the fact that Twilight joined us for our futa-girls night out.”
“Wow, Twilight?” Pinkie giggled. “I didn’t know she had it in her to show up… though I guess she has two of it in her now!”
“Oh she’s only here because I mind-fucked her,” Starlight said, too into her imminent orgasm to think about having said that in front of Pinkie. “She’s permanently retarded now, so she’ll be a regular guest as our rape-toy now… that’s it, take another load, brainless cum bucket.” Starlight drooled onto Trixie as she pounded her spunk into Twilight’s posterior, joining the fuck juice already there as she began to slow her hips.
“I’m down,” said Maud without hesitation.
“You got Trixie out of the mood!” Trixie complained at Starlight as she couldn’t get off so fast, but continued pounding Twilight’s throat. “Trixie isn’t stopping until she gets off or Twilight dies!”
“Wait!” Pinkie blinked at Maud. “Maud… how could you say something that evil?”
“Pinkie,” Maud turned to her sister and reminded her. “I literally helped Starlight enslave a village once, we’ve been over this. Did you think me and her weren’t doing evil things with each other.”
“Yeah… but rape? Really?” Pinkie wasn’t having it.
Starlight wasn’t having Twilight dying either, but also didn’t want to stop Trixie after Starlight had said some semi-mean things to her and might kill her later. Instead she formed a knife with her magic and gave Twilight a precision throat stab, twisting it about to give her a hole to breathe through. Twilight’s face turned less purple as air gushed in and out of the hole, but she squirmed a bit more.
“Pinkie,” Maud peered at Pinkie but didn’t show emotion. “You literally threw a surprise rape party for Fluttershy the other week. You combined it with that FIlly Guide and Colt Cadet initiation and let all of them rape her, like over three dozen foals. For that matter, we’ve been raping Marble since before we were their age.”
“Well yeah,” Pinkie admitted. “But Fluttershy and Marble are both such rape-bait that them having consensual sex would probably be an affront to nature. Twilight isn’t… and taking away her brain uh… we might need that in the future. I mean what if someone starts murdering the friendship students or something?”
“That would never happen, Pinkie,” Maud assured her.
“You both make compelling arguments,” admitted Starlight. “But on careful consideration… I’m going to murder Pinkie.”
“I would have to object to that,” Maud said. “It is Pie Family tradition to only execute family members after a just trial at Holder’s Boulder, at which point we roll it over them if they were found guilty or if it would be fun.”
“Poor sisters Sandstone, Granite, Gypsum, and Slate,” Pinkie nodded, still not taking the threat of murder from Starlight seriously. “I’m okay with doing a trial party there though! I’m sure our parents don’t hate me too much for abandoning our family’s legacy to go have fuck parties, so I’ll probably live.”
“Hmmph,” Trixie chuckled as she rammed the gurgling throat a few more times. “Hear that, Starlight? The dirt pony objects to what we, the master race, deem necessary…. That’s it, finally!” The implication that Pinkie and possibly Maud would now die sent her over the edge as well easily enough. Twilight gagged as cum splattered out the hole in her throat but took a proper breath when Trixie pulled free. This could turn out to be a really fun get together at this rate!
Starlight didn’t waste time restraining the Pie sisters, apparently not amused at their suggestions for how to handle Pinkie’s unreasonable opinion that they shouldn’t turn one of their best friends into their personal multi-hole fleshlight. It wasn’t difficult, since they were both only earth ponies, and soon they were hovering above the ground helplessly.
“Hey, wait!” Pinkie complained. “You can’t kill me, I’m a main cha…” Her eyes widened. “Oh fuck, I just realized this is a fanfic! We might be bucked, Maud!”
“Stop having delusions, Pinkie,” said Maud, still reasonably calm.
“Nooo, it’s a Headless Rainbow fic too!” Pinkie lamented. “This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” Starlight said. “But yes, it will. Maybe I should use my mind control and…”
“No,” said Pinkie, far more matter-of-factually than normal begging. “You already murdered us like that in a different fic. And this isn’t even your fic, why do you even get to murder me in a chapter for yourself?”
“Okay, whatever,” Starlight shrugged. “Let’s see… Trixie, Maud’s pretty sturdy so get your manticores. Twilight will take care of Pinkie, I want to see if the idiot can still use pretty strong telekinesis instinctively.”
“Ugh, if you insist,” Trixie rolled her eyes. “But Trixie is fucking the Twi-puss next! She demands it!” With that, she trotted out of the wagon to the cages outside.
“I like taking care of my friends!” proclaimed Twilight happily, and wetly, cum drooling from both her muzzle and the bleeding hole in her neck. Luckily it was healing fast enough from her healing factor, so it looked like damaging her in fun ways would be something they could do often.
“Twilight, listen to me,” Starlight looked at her, putting on her serious face. “Pinkie has a horrible disease and is about to die. She’ll say she’s okay, but that’s just because the disease made her brutally stupid."
"She's always stupid," Maud pointed out calmly.
"Like more than usual," Starlight correct herself. "The only cure is to remove her skin with your telekinesis!... while sitting on her face or something.”
“I’ll save you Pinkie!” Twilight bellowed and staggered towards her pink friend, goo draining spectacularly down her thighs as she did so.
“Wait, I’m not sick!” Pinkie screeched, but as she was released from Starlight’s magic, Twilight immediately grabbed Pinkie with her own. It seemed like Twilight would be useful for more things than just being a pin cushion.
“Trixie has returned!” Trixie posed as she leaped back into the wagon, then looked briefly annoyed when no one responded before coming inside. “Fine then, these are my manticores, Excelsior, Thanatos, and Jill.”
“Why is one named Jill again?” Starlight asked as the three large creatures came in. It was a rather tight fit to have them all in here, knocking over everything they came in contact with it seemed. They’d have to replace a lot of Trixie’s stuff, but they could just have Twilight pay for it with royal tax money or something now that she was under their hoof. All three of them had huge erections hanging beneath them when they smelled and saw what was going on.
“Trixie was initially unsure of Jill’s physical gender,” Trixie explained.
“How!?” Starlight asked. “He has the biggest dick of all of them!”
“He’s good at hiding it!” Trixie claimed, then smiled. “Especially in Trixie.”
“I am not looking forward to this,” commented Maud.
“Well,” Starlight comforted her. “75% of the creatures in this room are, so democracy wins, right?”
“You’re just speaking over the mud pony’s head, Starlight,” Trixie pointed out.
Starlight would let the manticores take care of Maud. Though it was hot to know she was betraying her friend Maud to be raped to death by manticores, Starlight had much more interest in watching and helping Twilight torture one of her precious friends.
“It’s for your own good PinkPink!” Twilight assured Pinkie as the earther wriggled frantically in Twilight’s telekinetic grasp. She pinned Pinkie down on one side of the wagon, then dutifully and helpfully began climbing onto her face.
“Twilight, this is…” Pinkie couldn’t get many words out until Twilight sat down on her, smushing her gooey nethers to Pinkie’s face. Even knowing what was about to happen, the slutty pink pony couldn’t help indulging, and Starlight could hear her slurping at Twilight’s pussy and even taking a moment to gargle the cum milkshake that drooled warmly out into Pinkie’s throat.
“It’s Trixie’s turn at that hole!” Trixie kicked Pinkie in the top of her head, disturbing the slurping motions. Instead, Trixie yanked Twilight around, turning her to face the opposite directly while still on Pinkie’s face. She leaned her back, forced her legs open, and grinned widely as she finally got to push her own mare dick into Twilight’s increasingly well-used fuck hole.
“You taste like grape,” Pinkie commented, her voice muffled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Twilight described as tasting like grape, despite her color.” Trixie shut Pinkie up by pressing Twilight down further again, but the pink pony simply started slurping and gargling at Twilight’s tailhole instead.
Starlight was happy with a nice casual penetration of Pinkie’s other end. She was easy to get into being the cum bucket she was, but surprisingly clamped down nicely over Starlight’s shaft. It seemed that Pinkie put her all into everything even when being murdered.
As for Twilight, she also put her all into everything even when brain damaged. She started at Pinkie’s lower legs, telekinesis tugging at the flesh around her hooves. When it didn’t come up so easily, Twilight slammed the hooves on the floor as hard as she could, desperate to help her friend as Starlight had told her. Pinkie squeaked with each slam until they shattered against the floor, and Twilight was able to grasp the edges of Pinkie’s skin and slowly full her fur back.
“What are you doing?” Twilight asked Trixie and Starlight, but didn’t stop what she as doing.
“Helping you concentrate,” Trixie panted against her as she drilled her hole.
“That makes sense!” decided Twilight.
Somehow being too stupid to know that being plowed should break her concentration resulted in Twilight not having to worry about it. She turned her head up to look at what she was doing behind her as Trixie drooled against her shoulder and rammed her cunt, continuing to pull Pinkie’s fur up her legs. Wanting to get every inch off so that Pinkie could feel better, she took it slowly as Pinkie now thrashed beneath her, having reached the point where gargling Twilight’s ass cum wasn’t enough to keep her enjoying the process.
“Don’t worry Pinkie, I’m making it hurt less!” said Twilight as the flesh pulled up above PInkie’s knees, stretching and turning perfectly inside out with only a single split down the side of each leg’s skin. Pinkie’s muscles were slowly exposed from underneath, twitching delightfully in increasing torment.
Starlight purred, continuing to slowly pump Pinkie’s pink puss while stroking a hoof along the bare muscle. The lightest touch made her jerk violently, but that wasn’t enough pain for Starlight. She used her own magic to open up Trixie’s food cupboard on the wagon, pulling out the container of salt, then beginning to slowly pour it onto Pinkie’s raw skinless flesh, thoroughly rubbing it into the wound spreading all over her body.
The reaction was delightful both in the muffled squeals beneath Twilight and the convulsing of Pinkie’s twat around Starlight’s shaft. Wanting more of those convulsions, Starlight searched for other helpful agents. Trixie was fairly well stocked, so she found vinegar, mustard, ground pony hooves, and cayenne pepper, which she mixed together with her magic and began rubbing into the raw flesh more.
“Ah, this is so relaxing,” sighed Starlight. “Just casually pumping an unwilling bitch’s pussy as you torture her.” She lifted Pinkie’s lower half to give Twilight more room, watching as the skin was peeled out from around her slit, tearing off strips of her vulva as the flesh worked its way off her body upwards towards her belly and chest. Starlight helpfully cracked open Pinkie’s front flailing hooves with her magic so that Twilight could begin working from there as well.
“Isn’t it though,” Trixie panted, taking her time as well, slowing her strokes and watching Pinkie’s form twitch and thrash beneath them. She assisted with Starlight’s efforts as well, using some of the choice ingredients and making sure not a single inch of Pinkie’s increasingly skinless body escaped.
“I need to go potty!” announced Twilight to ruin the moment. “Number two I think!”
“Just shit in her muzzle,” Starlight advised. “Can’t make this cart smell any worse, and earth ponies already smell like rotten sardines.”
“Goodness knows,” chuckled Trixie. “She has enough shit coming out of that hole, so may as well put some back in… wait, what did you say about Trixie’s cart?”
Twilight didn’t hesitate, and Pinkie’s pitiful sobbing against Twilight’s behind turned to chunky gurgling. The first brick of excrement came out thick and hole, shoving into Pinkie’s muzzle as she tried not to swallow it, but then came the splurt of a much wetter load. PInkie was forced to swallow to keep from suffocating, closing her eyes as it splattered all over her face and dribbled down. Though the sound was disgusting, it fit right in with the orchestra of wet noises filling the wagon.
“This has got to be the most bucked up thing I’ve ever done,” said Starlight, continuing to thrust and rub the stinging mixture over Pinkie’s body, scooping a bit of feces from the gagging throat and mixing it in. “It’s… kinda hot…” Pinkie was having literal seizures by that point, both all over her body and all over Starlight’s pulsating shaft, as Twilight worked her way all the way up to the ponies neck.
“Sorry Pinkpink, this is for your own good!” Twilight said. Tossing the main skin aside like a fleshy rug, she looked down and started to peel away Pinkie’s scalp and mane, pulling bits of gooey flesh from her weeping face as well. The whole time, her hips instinctively rolled against Trixie’s affections, even giving her deep kisses whenever she wanted. Twilight finished the chunks of goo splurting from her behind, and began pissing herself as well, which was also mixed to the mess Starlight was rubbing against the skinless pony.
“Such a worthless… fuuuuck,” Trixie felt the warmth of Twilight’s urine sliding down her thighs and went over the edge into Twilight’s pussy, grasping her hips and surging into her as Twilight was yanking the last bit of Pinkie’s flesh free.
“A better worthless fuck than you,” groaned Starlight, speeding up her own thrusting, rubbing her hooves all over Pinkie’s body. She leaned forward to put as much of herself in contact with Pinkie’s meat as possible, knowing that the barest touch was agony for her. “Murdering this bitch is so hot… I think I might leave you for her Trixie… maybe I can murder another bitch today even.”
Maud was a little disappointed she wasn’t getting to enjoy her sister. After all, if she was going to die no matter what, it’d be nice to join the fun, but it seemed that Maud had chosen a different fate so would barely be able to watch.
Since the unicorns had released her from their magic, she did at least put up a fight, kicking Jill right in his huge ball sac when he approached her first, then swinging around to smack Excelsior in the face with both hind hooves. Jill squealed more like a scared rabbit than a manticore, and for a moment Maud thought she might make a run for it. Maybe if she was lucky, she could even come back to make out with her sister’s corpse once they threw it out with the trash.
Unfortunately three manticores was a bit much for her. While she was distracted with the first two, Thanatos rammed his scorpion stinger right into her gut. She felt her stomach and blood filled with venom as her stomach was punctured, nerves going in a tizzy as she collapsed to the floor. The other two didn’t appreciate the attempt either, and soon she found Jill’s stinger ramming against the side of her neck, while Excelsior’s punctured her other end, poison spear ramming her cunt and pushing up through her womb. The stinger stabbed through her cervix with ease and pumped another load into her womb.
By the time they finished that, she was bloated and in intense agony, even more than she should have been. She couldn’t move other than to shiver violently, but the poison seemed to magnify every other sense as her vision swam.
One thing the venom didn’t do though was make her any easier to penetrate with huge manticore cocks. Her pussy had already been moist from what she thought she’d be doing here tonight, but not being the huge cock connoisseur that Trixie was, it wasn’t enough when Jill pushed his huge pecker against her impossibly small entrance.
He picked her up as Excelsior moved to the other side, sandwiching her tightly between their warm bodies. Her bottom hooves were off the floor as she was lifted, feeling both erections prodding at her underside. Thanatos yanked her head down at the same time, standing up taller on his hind legs to force her muzzle open. Even her muzzle wasn’t big enough tough; he may as well have been trying to fuck a straw.
But they were determined to get into her poisoned pulsating holes, and they didn’t give up. When one shaft finally popped her pussy open and rammed inside, Maud screamed for the first time in a long while, feeling like she was already being gutted before it was even a quarter of the way in. Her womb was once again pried open, the tip slamming against the back wall as her gut swelled just from the one.
Encouraged by the vibrations of her screaming, the cock in her muzzle succeeded next, opening her jaw so wide that it popped out of joint almost immediately, then turning her head back and ramming her throat directly as her neck distended grotesquely around his organ. Her breathing was cut off immediately, but under this much trauma, she wondered if she’d even survive to suffocate. She hoped not, because she wanted the torment to end quickly.
When her tailhole gave way, it felt like a thick splintered tree branch opening her up. Her belly was already stretched wide around the one, so bloated out even more at the other. There wasn’t enough straight intestine to accommodate even a fraction, so he more or less just rammed his shaft up through the bend and into the warm coils of her gut.
Her limbs trembled violently as she was invaded from all sides now, firmly regretting how durable she was now. The manticores apparently didn’t appreciate her convulsing limbs as much as her convulsing holes, and she felt large claws grab each of her legs in turn. They were twisted, wrenched, and then pulled off in a gory mess of splintered bone, rendering the earth pony’s torso fuckable without so many complications in the way.
For once, Maud actually had a lot of respect for Trixie, and realized that taking these three guys at once on stage truly was a magic trick. As they rammed deeper, she felt her insides giving. The back of her womb was punctured through, and her esophagus ripped down one edge to leave him more or less fucking her whole neck instead of her throat, scraping out the organic mess in the way. Her organs were stirred by the three giant javelins, each pulsing harder with every movement inside her.
She couldn’t have been more thankful when she felt them start to explode within her, her body bloating even further from the mass of manticore sperm filling her. As her deathgasm ran through her, the last thing she felt was her torso distorting to absurd proportions, now pressed even more tightly between the three massive bodies. As her body ripped apart, her consciousness finally faded, an explosion of cum and Maud guts splattering across the floor between them.
The manticores weren’t done though. Ripping their poles out of her remains, they found her in three large pieces. Her head, her upper torso, then her lower torso that had been separated by the massive cumsplosion. They simply resumed their affections, as Thanatos now picked up her posterior, pushing his cock into her once again. Her pussy and ass had torn into one massive orifice, but it was still somehow tight around his pulsating meat. Meanwhile, the other two discarded her head as too broken to fit their dicks, and instead plowed either end of her upper torso. It bloated out again, their cocks rubbing against one another in the middle as they continued.
“Wow that is… surprisingly hot for something so gory,” commented Starlight. “I guess those stretchy potions I gave you really do some good.” She groaned as she expelled a load into the now-skinless Pinkie, taking a moment to pant it out in bliss.
“Yes, Trixie agrees she is amazing,” said Trixie, coming down from her own blissful puncturing of Twilight.
“Yay, is she cured now?” asked Twilight excitedly.
“Yes, she’s fine,” Starlight told her. “The undulating skinless flesh means it's working.” She munched some of the leftover grinded pony hooves, then turned to Trixie and pondered. “You know, since we’ve already committed two murders in this wagon…”
Pinkie gurgled.
“One and a half murders,” Starlight corrected. “Why don’t I add another, to make my um… new relationship with Twilight official.”
“Hmmph,” Trixie wasn’t buying it. “As if you would ever leave the Great and Powerful OH FUCK OH BUCK!”
Starlight wasted no time shoving Twilight out of the way between her and Trixie. She lowered her horn, throwing Trixie onto her back and ramming it forward. She pushed into the tight little pussy still compacted behind Trixie’s futaballs, and lit up her horn to full blast. The energy immediately heated her flesh, and Trixie found her nice well-used shaft and balls absorbing enough of it to cause her some not-so-slight discomfort.
“What are you doing now?” asked Twilight, raising her voice to be heard over Trixie’s squeals.
“Therapy,” claimed Starlight, also shouting over her. “It’s important to have one last intimate moment with someone when you break up.”
“That makes sense!” decided Twilight. She moved to rub more of the stingy mess into the shivering almost-corpse of Pinkie while Starlight had her therapy.
“Starlight… you don’t have to…” Trixie begged, then squealed louder as Starlight’s magic was concentrated more fully to her bits. Her balls swelled up quickly, ballooning and then bursting into bits of gore that showered over the room, air already thick with the stench of guts. Her shaft blasted out the end and then coiled back like a peeled banana before dissolving into soupy flesh. Ripping the remaining bits from Trixie’s body, Starlight popped them into her muzzle and mmm-ed at the taste of magical dick flesh.
“Of course I don’t have to,” Starlight chuckled. “This is for fun!” Shaping her horn into a jagged edge, she ripped upwards, heating up her horn to slice through Trixie’s flesh more easily. She felt guts pouring out onto her mane, opening her muzzle to slurp up as much as the blood pouring down as possible while she felt Trixie’s body thrashing uncontrollably against her. “Ah, something about… murdering everypony at an orgy that makes it so much hotter.”
“I’m still alive!” pointed out Twilight, against her own best interests.
“But you’re a braindead idiot, I’m counting it,” said Starlight.
“That makes sense!” agreed Twilight, watching with interest and somehow not understanding that this was a strange activity for Starlight to engage in.
Starlight let Trixie fall over backwards as she sliced all the way up to her throat. As Trixie’s body fell backwards and gurgled in agony, Starlight moaned, scooping out gore and rubbing it all over her body. She straddled her, looping a strand of thick intestines around her body and pulling out her still beating heart to grind her pussy against it.
Trixie’s death was quick after that, but Starlight still came so quickly from the mere act of murdering her that she got to feel the splattering goo from Starlight’s puss on her face as she faded into oblivion.
“Ah, that was relaxing,” purred Starlight. “Now to cast a rape-craze spell on these manticores so they’ll rage through Ponyville. I’m sure all the blood in here will be blamed on them when it’s found.”
“How could they do such a thing!” pouted Twilight, already believing her story.
“Adorable,” chuckled Starlight.
7. Fluttershy Attempts Consensual Sex
Fluttershy had to admit she was excited about class today. After all, this was going to be her first time ever having consensual sex. Ever since she was two and was gangraped in her crib by all the colts at the daycare center she was at, she’d had sex almost daily, in fact she had it twice on her way to school today, but had never once had consenting sex. Finally she could demonstrate it with Twilight, someone she trusted to never harm her.
Though she was also concerned about the news she heard this morning. Apparently yesterday evening, Rarity’s boutique had burned down, and she hadn’t been seen since. Also there were reports of Trixie’s manticores escaping and going on a rampage the night before, and Trixie being nowhere to be found. She’d have to visit the manticores later to comfort them, or give them proper burials if they were put down. How sad.
If only they’d came to rape her in the first place to save all the other ponies, especially that cart-full of filly guides they apparently attacked. On the plus side, the surviving filly guides would get much more attention from the leaders since over half of them were impaled to death. If her life of near constant rape had taught her anything, it was to always look at the bright side of forced penetration.
As Fluttershy entered class, she looked to see who was there. It was a small class to being with, and she was surprised that it wasn’t full. Yona, Ocellus, Smolder, and Silverstream sat dutifully in their seats, but there was no sign of Sandbar or Gallus. She considered that Sandbar might have been too offended at the idea of witnessing an act of straight sex first-hoof, but Gallus not showing up was much weirder. She knew for a fact that he had no problem with straight sex since he’d already raped Fluttershy half-a-dozen times in the last month. In each hole; he was such a feisty boy.
“Hello class,” Fluttershy smiled. “I see we have a few missing, I’ll try to find them later and give a personal demonstration. For now, Twilight should be arriving any moment now.”
“She’s going to be a bit late,” Spike said as he kicked open the door instead. “Starlight borrowed her and hasn’t brought her back… “ He grumbled a bit after as if he didn’t quite appreciate her being borrowed, but what did that even mean? Like borrowed to help with an experiment?
However what drew her attention the most was that Spike had some changes. Not only did he have wings, but had grown to almost three times his previous height as if overnight. He also had a pretty impressive pair of boners hanging out front, already drooling in anticipation, but that wasn’t strange if he was taking Twilight’s place at the demonstration. In fact… that might be even nicer, because it’d be like two consensual acts of sex at once!
“Oh um, you’ve grown! How nice,” smiled Fluttershy. “Will you be…”
“Shut up, slut!” Spike suddenly smacked Fluttershy across the face. “I’m not done talking!”
A hush fell over the classroom as everyone stared at Spike, except Smolder who strained not to giggle at how shocked Fluttershy looked. Spike was one of the few males she knew that hadn’t raped her before, so she definitely hadn’t expected it.
“Hello class,” Rarity came in behind Spike, stepping up to the chalkboard. “I am the substitute today, since Fluttershy will be helping in a special lesson… about rape.”
“Yay, rape!” Silverstream sounded excited. “Can I be the victim? I’ve never been raped before!”
“A-are you sure about that?” Ocellus asked uncertainly. She then muttered at Silverstream. “You can’t be raped cause you’re a complete slut. You get more dick than most changelings I know, maybe more than my whole family put together.”
“Why wouldn’t she be sure?” Spike shrugged. “Come on, you can trust the teachers here, right? And Fluttershy is the victim, since both Rarity and Flutterslut agree that a worthless pony like her shouldn’t be allowed to have consenting sex! That's the first lesson of the day.”
Spike did ponder though; could Silverstream really not be raped? He was sure he could get her to not enjoy it pretty easily, especially if it was the murder-y kind of rape that he favored with lesser species.
“I really shouldn’t,” Fluttershy had already collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing. “I’m sorry I was so presumptuous as to thinking anyone would have sex with me for my own pleasure.” Now there was a pony that knew her worth; if only the others knew they weren’t worth any more than that.
“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding when you said she’d snap like a twig,” Ember said from the door, sounding impressed, though she looked pretty pissed off otherwise. For the time being, she stuck around there. “Don’t worry, his dicks aren’t quite as shitty as they were yesterday… except the one that fucked us three up the ass this morning I guess.”
Spike had been constantly horny today, and he had every intention of continuing it throughout the day. He could already tell it’d be another great day.
“Yona confused,” Yona tilted her head. “Yona was promised pony pounding procedure practice this period!”
“That’s just what you’ll get,” Spike said. He padded around, placing a packet of purple powder on each desk. “Just take one of these. It’ll turn your pussies inside out in a completely painless manner. Right Smolder?”
“Sure,” Smolder rolled her eyes. “Can’t wait.”
“I get to feel what it’s like when guys pound me? This’ll be amazing!” Silverstream was the most eager, barely getting it open before she stuffed it into her beak. “Yeah, let’s get on the rape train!... you know, as long as it’s for educational purposes… we won’t get in trouble right?”
“Yona not understand but okay,” Yona started to put the powder in her muzzle. As soon as she had, she watched SIlverstream shriek and fall out of her desk as her favorite hole was convulsing visibly and prolapsing. The yak's eyes widened when she realized that it would in fact hurt, but tensed up her face, determined not to let it show.
Smolder cringed as she popped hers in, then also tried to brace herself by clenching the desk she was in. She grinded her teeth as her own body started to change, tearing up only slightly this time and glaring at Spike as if wanting to prove that what he did to her wasn’t that bad.
Ocellus stopped taking hers when the others fell over, then looked at the ‘teachers’ in somewhat of a panic.
“Eh, I’ll let you out of it as long as you shift on some amazing cocks,” said Spike. “Two of them! Like with a knot… barbs sharp enough to draw blood, etc.”
“Oh, sure I can do that,” Ocellus nodded, tossing away the packet. Her body changed in a flash of green magic, and two solid shafts flopped out from beneath her, each the side of one of her legs. They were loaded with features, ridges, barbs and spines that looked more like needles, and the hint of a knot at the base of each. Spike started to carefully consider if maybe he should let her survive this if she turned out to be useful. He’d have to see.
“Hey!” Silverstream screamed as she finally got up, seeming cross, but stroking off her new prolapse cock all the same. She wasn’t cross at what Spike thought she’d be though. “Ocellus! You never made your cock that big when you fucked me!”
“That’s cause you get so much cock I was afraid you’d overdose!” Ocellus said.
“Students, please,” Rarity shushed them dutifully as their substitute teacher. “Fluttershy isn’t going to rape herself. She's far too much of a little bitch.”
“And make sure to be rough enough that it’s definitely rape,” Spike advised helpfully.
“Yes please rape me I deserve it!” Fluttershy sobbed, head down on the floor with her front hooves covering her eyes as she waggled her rump in the air at her students, tail up. “I should have known better than to try otherwise!”
“Yona… will…” As much as she tried to act tough, Yona seemed to have the biggest problem adjusting to her new equipment. She staggered over towards Fluttershy, but promptly collapsed on the floor.
“Just roll her over and ride her cock, you cum sock,” Spike growled at Fluttershy as if it was her fault. “This is all your fault for being so hot and stupid. Of course everypony wants to rape you!”
“I’m sorry for being such a deserving slut and knocking poor Yona over!” Fluttershy instantly bought it, and Spike started to wonder if she was any smarter than the retardified Twilight.
“Wow that’s… kinna hot,” Ember admitted at Fluttershy’s antics. “In a stupid pony way, but still hot.”
Fluttershy already shivered violently as she moved over to Yona, sobbing as she pushed her over onto her back. The weird prolapsed cock pulled between her legs as Fluttershy straddled her. It snaked its way into Fluttershy easily, the mare already slick with the cum that had been raped into her on her way to work today.
Meanwhile, Spike carefully considered. On one claw, letting Fluttershy live would be a torture to her. On the other claw, murdering her would torment everyone in Ponyville that regularly used her as the deserving rape meat that she was, and honestly it'd be a lot of work to make Fluttershy's life more miserable than it already was.
“I get the butt then!” Silverstream squealed enthusiastically, having far more fun with this than Spike was comfortable allowing a non-dragon creature to have. She dragged one claw down Fluttershy’s back as the other gripped her behind, pushing her tip against her anal opening and pushing it inside with ease. More cum from Fluttershy’s daily rapes oozed from her asshole and down Silverstream’s shaft as she continued jabbering. “Ya know, I raped a stallion just the other day in the market. It’s surprising how many ponies in Ponyville are rape-able! In my homeland, everyone wants to fuck everyone else so rape is sort of a non-issue.”
“For flame’s sake, that sounds boring,” Smolder scoffed, but moved around towards Fluttershy’s muzzle. “Not like ponies are much less boring. I can’t believe you have an actual class on rape, like isn’t it obvious how to fuck someone by force without being instructed?... not that I’m complaining about railing this dumb bitch.”
“That’s a good point, you already know about rape,” Spike told her. “Sit out for a bit and let Ocellus have the muzzle first.”
“What?” Smolder growled, looking at Spike, but then sighing as she tensed up her claws and stepped aside. “Fine, go ahead and ram this thot’s throat, fuck-bug.”
“Oh, um, okay!” Ocellus had been going to let the others go first, but didn’t mind being pushed ahead at all, nor did she hesitate any more than the others when told to rape their teacher. After all, this was Fluttershy. Even ‘decent’ ponies that would usually never force themselves on another would still rape her. Ponies like her were made to be violently abused.
Fluttershy’s sobbing was muffled then as Ocellus pushed the spiny cock into her muzzle, pushing her jaw open wide before forcing it into her throat with a pleasant moan. The pony continued crying but opened her muzzle as wide as she could. Ocellus seemed to be an overachiever as well, smacking Fluttershy across the head with a hoof even though she wasn’t resisting, getting an adorable squeak out of her shortly before her throat was stretched by the odd insect cock. Ocellus sighed in relief at the warmth of a pony choking on her dick, beginning to thrust heavily, even shifting her hind legs to give her more power.
“Good job striking her, Ocellus,” Rarity praised her, fitting into her role quite well, though Spike always liked to imagine how much she hated what her body was forced to do and say. “Remember that this is not love-making; you are defiling a pony with no concern for their well-being, so abuse is encouraged. With a pony like her that is clearly meant to be defiled, there is no reason to feel guilt either.”
“How much abuse?” Yona asked, even as her tongue slide from her muzzle and her shaft slid deeper into Fluttershy’s snatch. She grasped all four hooves against Fluttershy and thrust upwards in time with Silverstream’s excited movements, watching with interest as Ocellus invaded Fluttershy’s muzzle. She opened her own muzzle to catch some of Fluttershy’s tears as they drooled down. “Mm! Chief say pony tears delicious, and he right!”
“All the abuse you wish,” said Rarity. “With rape meat like Fluttershy, she is too stupid to ever tell on you, and if she did the police would just laugh and rape her more, so you are free to harm her however you wish. She will simply make up some other excuse for being injured out of shame.”
“Why are any of you even worried about being caught?” Ember scratched her head in confusion.
“Because there are stupid laws against it,” Spike rolled his eyes. “Speaking of which, don’t be afraid to murder your victim if they will tell on you… snuff should really be taught in these classes too you know. I mean they teach birth control, and murdering the female is the surest method of birth control I can think of.”
“That is a valid point,” Rarity nodded. “Class, please end Fluttershy’s pathetic life during coitus as well, just as an example of what you should do to a pony that will tell on you. But not too quickly. You’ll receive optimal pleasure by working up to it and then feeling her deathgasm right before you cum inside her worthless corpse.”
“Mmph?!” Fluttershy’s eyes went wide, but then her body relaxed, knowing that it was for everypony’s own good if she was eliminated, so they may as well have fun with it. Spike’s shafts were rock hard as he looked down at her, having such a sweet innocent creature at his mercy and ordering her to be murdered was an incredible power trip.
“Can I help?” Ember asked with a grin.
“No!” demanded Spike. “You’re in murder-time-out for taking too long to spread that whore pussy for me! You’re not even allowed to fuck Smolder until I saw otherwise!”
Ember grumbled but could do nothing, lest he summon the tickle stick. Smolder sighed as well, idly stroking her shafts, one in each claw, as she waited her turn.
“Yona can smash pony?!” Yona was pleased at this at least. Yaks had given up a lot of traditions recently revolving around smashing ponies that tried to visit them in more ways than one, so she was no doubt eager to participate in something similar to what her ancestors did. While it was difficult to smash from beneath a pony, she did her best. “Yona smash!”
Yona continued ramming the unwilling pony puss that she’d been gifted with all her might, bouncing both Fluttershy and Silverstream atop her with the impacts and gripping her hindquarters with her legs. Her front legs punched Fluttershy in the ribs at the same time, and she showed impressive strength as there was a sickening crack within only a few impacts. That wasn’t satisfying enough though, so she grasped one of Fluttershy’s front legs to twist it at the knee, shattering the bone as she bent it back the other direction.
Fluttershy wanted to screech, pain coursing through her body as the process of using her pathetic body up began. She couldn’t though given that Ocellus’s throbbing meat was in her throat. When told that it was okay to hurt her, Ocellus shifted her shaft again, sharpening the barbs into outright nails, sharp enough to leave bleeding cuts along Fluttershy’s throat and to slice at her tongue. She gagged, coughing up blood that drooled deliciously down Ocellus’s ball sack.
“Wow, really?” Ocellus panted as her hooves morphed into claws and grasped Fluttershy’s head harder. “Back home it’s pretty normal to snuff out grubs that fail out in school, we even have an annual celebration where we do it, but we kept that sorta quiet since we didn’t know how ponies would react to it. Anyway, Fluttershy is sort of pathetic so it makes sense to end her so the rest of our friendships aren’t dragged down by her.”
“Really?” Spike pondered about the celebration she mentioned. “A festival where a bunch of underage under-achievers are butchered… I didn’t realize changelings were so progressive! Maybe I should let you live… uh, I mean let you give me your pussy later.”
“Oh, sure!” Ocellus nodded, panting as she nailed Fluttershy’s throat harder, stretching out the older pony’s throat with the oversized junk. “Changelings never turn down a dick, and definitely not two dicks!”
Silverstream was the least enthusiastic about actually harming their teacher, and she took a while to catch on with her brain having switched into fuck-mode. The feeling of a tight unwilling asshole clenched around her new equipment was the most intense things she’d felt in a while. After all, she got drilled by enough cock that it sort of got a little old without her realizing it.
She only fully realized what was happening when Ocellus reached for one of Fluttershy’s wings and bent it back, not stopping until it cracked loudly and sent a flurry of delicious spasms through Fluttershy’s body. While Silverstream didn’t stop thrusting, she did run events back a bit to pay better attention.
“W-wait guys,” Silverstream said. “They were obviously joking when they said to kill her… we can’t kill our teacher! I mean we can’t fuck her anymore if we do that…”
“You can still fuck her corpse,” Ocellus suggested helpfully, showing her true colors now that it was obvious that her instructors wouldn’t get onto her for her noble changeling traditions. “That’s what we do with the corpse pile at the end of the grub-snuff festival.”
It was clear that Silverstream wasn’t going to cooperate, so Spike decided to go ahead and cut the loss here. Besides, he wanted to see how Ocellus reacted to something else now that she’d shown she might be above ponies. Would she be okay with one of her favorite fuck-friends getting slaughtered for the pleasure of an obviously-superior dragon cock?
“Ah well, guess you fail!” Spike grunted.
“Indeed,” Rarity said casually, getting the picture of where this was going. “Spike, please enact the punishment. Ocellus, please take Fluttershy’s anal cavity. Fluttershy stop sobbing so much, it's disrespectful to Ocellus's culture to complain that she's going to murder you.”
"Sorrrry..." Fluttershy managed to gag out.
“Seriously?” Smolder growled when she wasn’t called to the task instead. “Why did I even take the powder if I’m not using these cocks?”
“Shut up, egg sack,” Spike growled back at her. “You took the powder because you deserve the pain. Ember, take one too.”
“Fucking damn it,” Ember sighed, but padded into the room to close the door behind her, picking up the packet that Ocellus had discarded. She took a deep breath, leaning back against a wall as she took the packet and prepared herself. The once-proud dragon then grunted, keeping herself standing and trying not to tear up too much as her insides warped outside, juice from her sopping wet cunt splattering on the floor as it turned inside out.
“I’m sorta already in this end,” panted Ocellus, apparently still a little dense in the head. It couldn’t be helped though; even if changelings were still better than Spike assumed, she still wasn’t a dragon.
“You are a changeling,” Rarity pointed out matter-of-factually.
“Oh right!” Ocellus got it. “Tentacle time! That’s another festival I should tell you about later.”
“Wait, what?” Silverstream paused her thrusting just before Spike grabbed her from behind, ripping her out of Fluttershy’s ass and throwing her onto the nearby desk on her back. Before she could do anything, Spike was on her, biting down into her hamstrings on one leg lest she get away. As pain shot through her and delicious blood dribbled down her leg and into Spike’s muzzle, she shrieked. “Wait, no! I’ll do it, I'll kill her!”
“Heh, well look at that,” Smolder smirked. “Even an apocalypse-level slut can be raped if you treat her right.”
Yona might have disagreed with SIlverstream getting yanked off, but she was far too busy smashing to notice much of what else was going on. She bent back Fluttershy’s one leg at every joint, then moved on to the other as she continued to ram her prolapsed pussy upward into the hole above her. She punched her in the gut again, leaving dark bruises visible through the light yellow fur.
Ocellus went about following the request to her as well. Her tail elongated into a spear like shape covered in a rough surface like sandpaper, a hole opening at the tip as it formed into a wicked shaft. She curled it up over her own head and slammed it into Fluttershy’s tailhole like a scorpion stinger, immediately drilling into her body. She didn’t stop either, elongating the new limb until it began to slowly wind further up Fluttershy’s intestinal tract with each thrust. Soon their victim’s lower body was bulging out, and even Yona groaned as the interior pressure made Fluttershy’s slimier rape hole even tighter.
Spike wasn’t pulling punches with Silverstream. Sure he was doing this in front of a class that hadn’t been expecting it, but his creatures in the room outnumbered them so it shouldn’t be a problem. At this point, he was so confident from his previous successes that rather than fear being caught, he was assuming it would all work out. Ponies were idiots after all, it’d take them forever to just put together who all had died, much less who did it, and by then he'd probably be raping the corpses of the royal sisters themselves.
He snapped down onto Silverstream's other hamstring, then slammed her back onto the desk again. He hadn’t gotten to rape someone with his larger body that grew overnight, so he was looking forward to trying out his new strength. Grinning widely, he flopped his duel cocks onto her belly and gripped a claw around her throat to squeeze it. For the very first time in her thot life, Silverstream looked down at a pair of dicks with fear instead of hunger.
Still, he was a little worried that a slut of her magnitude might still get some enjoyment from the experience, not to mention that her pussy was currently prolapsed out of her. Then again, maybe that provided an opportunity. He leaned down, slurping it into his maw. At first, she panted at the feeling of his warm breath around her, but then it became a great deal more warm as he breathed a burst of flame within his muzzle and dug his teeth into the base.
“Hey, I need that, don’t tear it off!” Silverstream shrieked. “Please, I can’t die yet! I vowed I’d put a hundred thousand names on my fucked-list before I go and I’m only at like twelve thousand!”
“Sorry slut, times up!” laughed Ember as she watched, then grumbled again when she remembered she didn’t get to help. “Fuck though… I don’t think my dad fucked that much during his entire rule. I mean it was mostly because most dragons were tiny compared to him and would literally explode if he fucked them, but still.”
“Not raping them just because they’d explode?” Spike scoffed. “See, I’ll be a MUCH better ruler than that.”
Silverstream was sobbing now, being quite unreasonable about the whole thing, so Spike slammed her head hard against the desk they were on. She grunted with each impact until her beak cracked, but he didn’t stop until it began to break apart. He then twisted it with a claw, ripping off both the top and bottom portion, tossing them aside.
She bellowed again, but he shut her up then by pushing both of his twin shafts into her now-wide-open throat. He shivered a the convulsions of her throat, both instinctual talent and fear combined in a brilliant massage of his throbbing peckers. He then pinned her onto her back, making his own muzzle even with her rear end.
Her pussy was already ripped out, so he went to work on her ass while impaling her throat. He dug several claws in, the hole at first pulsating in appreciation at the penetration. He then dug the claws into the edge, slicing around the circumference just inside her pucker, completely detaching it. He then cupped his maw over her ass and sucked, pulling out her intestinal tract and ripping back. Her body convulsed as blood splattered over her belly and he continued to tear out her intestines.
Fluttershy reached for Silverstream with her good front leg, not as okay with someone else getting it as she was with herself. Yona, still clueless about Silver’s murder nearby, grabbed the leg though, and began to give it the same treatment as the other, shattering each joint by twisting it back all the way. The other hoof continued to punch Fluttershy in the chest, her ribs so crushed that the impacts fell directly onto Fluttershy’s lungs, earning amusing yelps against Ocellus.
“Holy holes… you’re really gonna kill her just like that!” Ocellus was watching Silverstream’s treatment, clearly in approval from how her hips sped up their rhythm, the needles on her cock tearing deeply as Fluttershy vomited blood around her dick. Her tail extended out at the same time, shaping itself into an equally wicked shaft before impaling Fluttershy up the tailhole. “Fucking hooooot!”
The tail throbbed just as much as her dick had, clearly having been given the same sensitivity, which made Spike a bit jealous. Ocellus formed another tentacle just over her left shoulder, which zipped over to Rarity, dipping low and impaling the teacher from behind up her gooey snatch. Rarity moaned and spread her legs, but stayed at the chalkboard where she began helpfully listing out ways to murder ponies on the chalkboard.
“Hey!” Spike shouted when Ocellus sprouted another tentacle from her right shoulder which inched towards Ember and Smolder. “They’re in time out! If you want to stick it somewhere, ram me up my ass too… better not go easy on me either, I’m a dragon and can take it!”
Spike felt himself impaled instead as he turned back to Silverstream’s rear and continued pulling out her digestive tract. He got a good twenty feet of gore out of her before it finally gave and snapped off again. At that point, he abandoned her throat, pulling back his shaft and letting her be free to bellow and scream. It’d be okay if they made a lot of racket; he’d put a sign on the door that said ‘please do not disturb’ and ponies were too polite to open it.
Finally he flipped her around, landing her still back down but with his hips between her hind legs. Now he had absolutely no fear of her getting enjoyment from it. When he rammed into the bloody caves, he felt what remained of her guts spooling around his shafts, and panted softly as he began fucking her as hard as he could with his new and improved larger cocks.
He casually snacked on her intestinal tract, relaxing and letting the force of Ocellus’s tentacock push him into the screaming Silverstream. Ocellus hadn’t toned it down at all, and he felt his ass torn up inside, but the pain was quite arousing nonetheless. His draconic healing factor would take care of it, probably faster now that he’d grown, and he was getting a taste for just a bit of abuse after all.
“So uh, Spike,” Ocellus said quietly in his direction as she continued pounding the sobbing Fluttershy’s throat. “We gonna kill Yona too?”
“Sure are,” Spike nodded matter of factually. “She’s just a yak anyway, they’re barely even self-aware. We snuffed Gallus and Sandbar earlier… wonder if someone has found that bloody room yet. I don’t think it’s used until later classes.”
“And… me?” Ocellus asked. As impressive as she was being, she probably didn’t think she could take on three dragons. She wasn’t stopping though, using the momentum of the tentacle in Fluttershy’s ass to ram her throat, sending the weeping trash-pony back and forth and grinning wider the more she suffered, as if getting a bit of a high on the intense emotion.
“Haven’t decided yet,” Spike shrugged. “But finding out you’re a barely contained rape monster like me, and that you seem pretty okay with mass murder, probably helps your case.”
“Yeah most changelings are,” Ocellus admitted. “Like around each other, we’re just more timid around ponies because attacking them never worked out, and now that Celestia knows where we are she could ram the Sun into the badlands and kill us all.”
“Yona best at cock!” Yona chose to interrupt the conversation with her orgasmic bliss as she exploded into the rape meat above her. “Best at cum!” She grasped Fluttershy firmly in all fours, Fluttershy convulsing as several more of her ribs cracked from the pressure, a large crack signifying damage to her spine as well and leaving her hind legs flailing about rather amusingly. Yona was less amusing, and wouldn’t shut up. “Best at rape! Best at snuff! Best at craft-time!”
Yona blasted a load of spunk into Fluttershy’s ravaged pussy, bathing her ovaries as they had been many times. Ocellus’s spikey tentacle must have been doing some real internal damage inside Fluttershy’s bleeding asshole, because as much excess bloody cum expelled from there as it did from her pussy, splattered about as both Fluttershy and Yona kicked about.
“Oh for flames sake, someone shut that dumb whore up,” Spike growled. “I can’t hear Fluttershy’s gurgles of agony over this bitch!”
“Try being best at shutting the fuck up!” Ocellus growled, equally annoyed that her pleas for her life were interrupted. She dug a claw into Fluttershy’s head to hold her there as she continued pounding. The other lengthened and went to Yona’s head, suddenly yanking it upwards to the pussy still nestled behind Ocellus’s ball sack. Yona grunted as her muzzle was pushed into the trap, which squeezed it tightly shut.
“Thanks,” groaned Spike, taking in the sweet music of Fluttershy’s and Silverstream’s crying as the yak was silenced. He continued to casually rape the gaping wounds in Silverstream’s posterior, then dragged a claw slowly up her belly from just above her former cunt, slicing through her flesh like a thin sheet of paper to open her up. He growled down at her. “Ready to die, Silverstream? Give me a nice horrified look so it’ll be frozen on your face still when I fuck your cold dead body. Maybe maggot-ridden body... haven't decided if you're one of the ones I'll have preserved yet.”
She just kept sobbing, shaking her head weakly. It was good to see someone that had always loved sex shiver in terror at their final act of it. It was justice, since no non-dragon deserved to enjoy it that much.
Spike tensed, feeling Ocellus’s tentacle slowly wind its way through his gut, his body swelling slightly below. It probably wasn’t the best idea to have her inside him when he’d told her he might kill her, but that felt so much better than he ever imagined something in his tailhole could be. He wrapped his tail around the tentacle and added to her. “Hey Ocellus, is it true that changelings can bear offspring for any other species?”
“Sure is,” groaned Ocellus, body shivering as her words began to slur. Though she could shape her body into tentacles and fuck them all, receiving all the pleasure from it was a bit of an overload. The tentacle in Rarity had split in two, and was now ramming her asshole at the same time, lifting the zombiecorn’s rump off the floor slightly with each thrust, though Spike hadn’t told Rarity that she could react to it yet, so she was still listing out educational murder methods on the board, having almost filled it up.
“So you could be part of my harem,” pondered Spike. “Like the breedable part, even, not barren sluts like Rarity and Twilight. I guess you can’t hold a lot of eggs like you could for one of your gross bug friends, but still...”
“Can hold as many eggs as can fit inside me,” panted Ocellus. “Can always shift in an extra fertile womb and then spit out each egg individually when it’s time to hatch, I could make you more eggs than a harem of a half-dozen fertile female dragons.”
“Hey now!” Smolder shushed Ocellus as if she was afraid of being replaced. She was right to be afraid, since Spike did consider for a moment if he could murder his two dragonesses for their insolence and just use Ocellus. Oh well, he’d let them both live for now and see where things went.
“That soft insect won’t ever hold eggs as good as a dragon,” scoffed Ember, probably having similar concerns.
“Don’t get competitive just because I found a better egg sack,” Spike said. “I’ll keep you both alive at least a little longer because I want you to suffer, but you better be less uppity now that I have a valid alternative. Now watch us have fun some more from your little no-fucking corner.”
As he thought about his options, he pulled open Silverstream’s gut licking his lips. He watched what remained of her intestines and organs slosh around his shafts, which thrusted directly into them with her proper tunnels ripped out. He giggled a bit, moving his claws to grasp her womb, loosening it and using his claws to cut out it and her ovaries as her body convulsed in the agony of the claw-surgery.
He shook as he neared his orgasm, then pushed the opening of her womb against both his cock tips within her. He slipped them inside and surged a load of dragon cum into them, watching with delight as his sperm bloated up her raw organ like an oddly shaped water balloon. Before it burst, he pulled his shafts back, clamping it shut with one claw and allowing the rest of the white fluid to mix in with the red of her gutted body.
Tying it off, he held her neck with his other claw, forcing her jaw open as wide as he could before shoving it into her mouth. She gagged delightfully as he forced the bloated cum sack down her throat. Her neck swelled as he stuffed it deeper, forcing it through her neck and then leaving her choking on it, too weak to try to dislodge it.
“Oh come on,” Spike laughed. “I know you eat pussy too, I’ve literally walked by you eating out other students and teachers in the hall, and this is just an extension of that, so don’t pretend this isn’t the perfect way for a slut like you to die!”
“I can’t believe you’re going that far…” Ocellus marveled, but obviously loved it given how the thrusting into Spike’s asshole had increased in fervor as she watched him gutting her dying friend. Meanwhile Rarity was getting her head slammed into the wall, having dropped the chalk as her pussy splattered coagulated blood all over the floor. It seemed the changeling went a bit deep there, not that it mattered.
More important was the least deserving pony in the room, Fluttershy. The painful demise of an innocent pony was the most delicious, as Spike had learned when snuffing out Sweetie, and Fluttershy was even more innocent than that raving whore. Only Fluttershy could be both so over-used and innocent at the same time.
“Oh come on!” Ember complained. “I demand some tentacle action, or at least throw me an organ to masturbate with!” The others ignored her, and her face turned red with fury. It felt good to deny her after she’d been more obsessed with riding Gallus’s corpse than taking Spike’s seed like she should have been doing from the start.
Ocellus meanwhile was getting into not just what her tentacles were doing, but what was happening at her more proper fuck-bits. She yanked her hips back, suddenly withdrawing from Fluttershy’s sobbing face. Fluttershy took in a deep breath during the short respite, only to squeak as Ocellus’s cock tip expanded slightly, her cum hole clasping around her nose. It expanded again, clasping her lower jaw as well before pulling her muzzle in up to her wide, confused eyes.
At the same time, Yona was struggling beneath her, head now buried in Ocellus’s greasy insect cunt. As she suffocated, her squirming began to reduce, so Ocellus shifted an air passage to keep her breathing inside. As she did, the pussy churned around the yak’s neck, then expanded slowly to encompass her shoulders.
“A-are you eating them… with your cock and pussy?” Smolder stared.
“Y-yeah,” Ocellus nodded, drooling down her front. “Gonna digest this rape toy into cum and crush this stupid ice-buffalo inside my womb.
“Should I… stop… her… Spikey… Wikey?” Rarity said between thrusts from Ocellus’s tentacle, then suddenly vomited a stream of coagulated blood and bits of organs as the tentacle cock pushed free through her throat. Her whole body was lifted up off the floor now and shivered in torment once again.
“Nah, I want to see where this goes,” Spike wisely decided.
“So just to note,” said Ember, as if trying to rain on everyone’s rape-parade. “With us being this blatant and uncareful, Celestia is going to figure out who did this pretty fast and be peeved.”
“Hey, language!” Spike warned. “And don’t worry, I have a plan to take out Celestia and Luna and… oh uh… Discord, forgot about him.” He totally didn’t have a plan, and nervously looked down at Fluttershy who was currently squealing after learning what her demise would entail. Maybe he should have saved her for later… nah. “It’ll work out for sure! In the end they’ll all be dead or enslaved, and I’ll be laughing.”
And thinking about it, converting Fluttershy to cum and flushing her might avoid him having to deal with Discord directly. Granted, Zecora probably wanted her feathers to make roofie potions out of, but maybe he could take up Starlight's offer to help with Zecora.
“Brilliant idea!” Spike said. “Smolder, Ember, pluck Fluttershy’s feathers. We’ll send them to Zecora and then tell Discord that she took Fluttershy to make roofie potions with the pegasus feathers. It won’t even be a lie, since the feathers will be all that’s left of Fluttershy.”
“Can I get a wing-job at least while I do it?” Ember asked.
“No, do as you’re told and nothing else, you cunt,” Spike snarled.
“Can you stop acting up, you stupid whore?” Smolder told Ember, all the respect she once had for the loser gone. “The more you do it, the longer it is before we get to put our cocks in someone.”
“See why can’t you be more like that, Ember?” Spike asked.
Spike looked down at Silverstream as she twitched beneath him, shivering as she slowly bled out. Given her inferior soft body, she was likely near death, so he decided to try and give her one more unique experience as she died. Yanking his shafts from her bleeding wounds, he climbed up over her gutted insides, tearing out a kidney on his way to pop it into his muzzle.
“Still haven’t decided if I’ll have your preserved or let you rot a bit,” Spike mused again. “I want a variety in my corpse pile, ya know.”
He carefully sliced open the front of her neck, careful not to go too deep at first. Twilight had made him study anatomy enough that he was able to slice a claw into her esophagus. He took a moment to tear a hole into her windpipe as well, giving her an extra breathing outlet to let her last longer. Moving his shafts to the wounded esophagus, he pushed the lower cock into it, sliding it up through her throat as he panted softly.
Ocellus had already sprouted two new tentacles, which were hammering the open wounds at Silverstream’s behind that Spike had left empty. He tried to not be too envious of her and continued what he was doing. He pushed up through Silverstream’s neck, feeling her throat convulse as she gagged and sobbed.
Spike moaned, delighted that he was continuing with his first murder of the day, hoping to get as much done as yesterday. To more of his delight, when he pushed further, his cock pressed into the cervix of the wadded up womb shoved into her throat. He thrusts more firmly, shivering at his good luck as his upper cock slapped her in the face.
“Looks like those nasty ovaries will get one more cum bath, slut,” Spike growled.
Fluttershy meanwhile had ceased being quite so complacent, trying to back away from Ocellus’s shaft as it engulfed her crying face and slid over her head, tip snapping down over her neck and giving a friendly squeeze before proceeding to slowly encompass her shoulders. The weak pony couldn’t have done much even if she wasn’t already broken though, since now two of Ocellus’s fuck extensions were hammer her from behind, replacing the yak cock that’d been inside her cunt with one of their own.
Yona resisted her position as well, but was a little too confused at what was happening to do much at first. Her front legs had been pinned to her sides, her muzzle pushed up against Ocellus’s cervix as more of her pushed in. The changeling clenched, causing Yona to groan, followed by a sickening crack as the pressure broke her jaw. As her head was pulled into the open womb, Yona bellowed from within her, making Ocellus shiver and roll her eyes back from the vibrations.
Smolder and Ember looked annoyed, but went about their less interesting task. Each took a side of Fluttershy, yanking out her wings and dragging their claws over them. They seemed strangely adept at removing feathers, and Spike had to wonder if they hadn’t had practice. As they raked their claws, the pulled out claw-fulls of them, tossing them into a haphazard pile behind Fluttershy’s behind. Fluid from her invaded holes splattered on the pile, but they didn’t need to be clean.
“Incredible, so much murder!” Ocellus groaned. “And to think we were considering eliminating this part of our culture! But this is even more hot because I’m slaughtering my own friends!” She was clearly far more sane than Spike had given her credit for, certainly more so than the average student here. “Now give me that first load of cum, Spike!”
Another tentacle sprouted, this one opening its tip and clamping over Spike’s upper shaft that wasn’t busy penetrating Silverstream’s womb through her throat. Spike shivered at the warm massage, every bit as intense as a dragon’s pussy, so much so that the fact that it was attached to a hideously ugly creature barely even mattered.
Spike blasted his orgasm hotly once that happened, and Ocellus suckled down his juice eagerly, funneling it to the womb that was currently sucking in Yona’s head. He could hear Yona’s ew as it thick dragon sperm splattered all over her face. His other cock had less space to use, but the sight of Silverstream’s ovaries bloating up like water balloons in her throat was both hot and amusing. He held a claw down over them as her neck expanded as well.
Leaning forward, Spike gave Silversteram a final kiss as he watched the life leaving her eyes. As her hot body convulsed in deathgasm, he bit down over the cream-filled organ in her throat, bursting it and slurping down his own cum. He yanked off one of the ovaries, gnawing up the flesh and choking down more of his own delicious cum. He couldn’t believe that he’d ever been happy living any other way but this.
By the time Ocellus got to Fluttershy’s wings, the dragons had worked very efficiently. She looked like a plucked chicken, only a few feathers remaining on the bleeding slabs of meet on her side before they were sucked into the hungry changeling shaft. The dragons looked down at that and then up at Ocellus rolling back her eyes further, looking a bit disturbed.
Ember reached around to help push Fluttershy’s bottom in to get it over with, but Smolder smacked her hand away like a good whore. They hadn’t been told they could participate yet. It impressed Spike that Smolder seemed to be headed for the position of head harem slut rather than the former Dragon Lord.
“Discooooord!” Fluttershy’s muffled voice sobbed from inside of Ocellus’s sack where it had popped out due to her amazing scientifically-accurate anatomy. Ocellus responded to that by grasping her thighs and pulling her harder to get it over with. Her balls pulsed, churning against Fluttershy’s face and coating it with acidic goo to start the digestion process. The tentacles in Fluttershy’s other end shoved hard in sync to press her deeper, and soon only her wildly kicking hind legs were free of the changeling’s tip.
Similarly, Yona was up to her hips, kicking and struggling within her. Ocellus flexed, compressing in on Yona again, pulling some of the air out of her womb to weaken her. She twisted around her, muscles coiling like a snake, until Yona’s front legs snapped, the rest of her body getting sucked in as more cracks ensued, her gagging pitifully as her ribs started to give one at a time.
“It’s too late for anyone to save you, slut,” drooled Ocellus, as she patted Fluttershy’s rump, dragging a hoof around her tightly stretched hole before she licked it clean. “Not even… oh FUCK!”
Suddenly Ocellus was staring across the room with wide, terrified eyes, tentacles all freezing in place. She pointed timidly behind Spike and Spike turned around, though he was not lightweight so didn’t stop thrusting into Silverstream’s now very dead throat as he did so.
Behind him was Discord, who had leaned Ember down, slamming her face down into the floor with her tail raised. She had a stupid look on her face as she drooled all over it, rolling her eyes back. Discord had righted her anatomy, and was now pumping his own dual shafts into her from behind, monstrous cocks that were almost as covered in barbs and ridges as Ocellus’s.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Spike complained as Discord nonchalantly starting banging Ember. “Just because we’re buds doesn’t mean you can walk into my house and use my stuff without permission! You don’t see me using your stuff do you?"
Discord glanced at Fluttershy’s kicking legs sticking out of Ocellus’s cock and then back to Spike.
“That was Ocellus’s idea!” Spike claimed. “I was gonna stop her as soon as I finished fucking this slut’s corpse! You can’t blame me for being distracted momentarily by a dying whore on my dicks!”
“Brave as always,” Smolder rolled her eyes.
