Spike's eternal Nightmare

Spike woke up to the bed being empty of both Ember and Rarity. As he opened the bedroom door, the sound of splashing could be heard. Upon opening the door, he could see Ember kneeling next to Rarity being in the tub. He walked in and said with a yawn, "Slave, what are you doing?"

Ember jumped up and said, "Sorry, master, I was just cleaning up your corpse. I'll quickly dry her off for your use."

Spike raised his claw to silence her and said, "I'm not mad, I was just wondering. I was going to visit Pinkie before I go home to relax, Rainbow isn't going to go anywhere. Clean her up, then discreetly take her home."

Ember brightened up and went back to cleaning her. While Spike just left to go to Sugarcube Corner. He hoped to catch her before she goes to pay Rainbow a visit and a lot of customers show up.

On the way to Sugarcube Corner, he thought about how to get her alone to kill her without any interruptions. Then the answer came as a sign on the door. The sign said closed, but that wasn't unexpected, but he wasn't expecting a small white note underneath that read, "Sorry for the inconvenience, the cake family went on vacation, and I'm not able to serve anypony at the moment."

He went to knock on the door and found it slightly open. With a gulp, he slowly opened it and called out, "Pinkie, are you in here?"

The voice wasn't helpful with saying, *"Be careful, this could be a trap."* Spike didn't need to be told that, a closed bakery with the owners going on their first vacation that he knows of. The was a faint whiff of fresh dough coming from the kitchen. He slowly moved into the kitchen to see that it looked like a spell misfired, ovens open, dough everywhere, random bottles of something scattered about, and a pony form slouched on the counter. He walked up and slowly pulled on its shoulder, with the voice yelling at him to leave it alone.

The body shifts back into the chair to show that it was just Pinkie. She looked completely terrible, her fur lost its radiance and her poofy mane looked like it was run over with an iron. The sudden jolt seemed to wake her up, she let out a groan and said as she opened her bleary eyes, "Spike, is that you, or are you another nightmare monster that's here to kill me?"

He placed on a fake smile and said, "I'm here, just checked on Rarity and heard about Rainbow, so I came to check up on you. How are you holding up?"

She gestured around and said, "Not too well, I can't stop thinking about Rainbow and hoping that she would wake up soon. I mean, unicorns have amazing magic, so why can't they just fix her brain?!"

Spike couldn't help but feel bad for her, then He got an idea that would get rid of the sadness. He walked over to the leaking oven and said, "Hey, there's a perfectly good pastry in the back."

He heard the chair slide and Pinkie's hooves clicking across the tiles. He looked over to see the curiosity on her face as she peeked her head in. As she was searching in there, he grabbed a chair and quietly carried it over to Pinkie. Just when she was about to climb back out, he slammed the door shut on her stomach and put the chair underneath to keep it closed. She exclaimed as her legs kicked in the air, "Spike, what is the meaning of this, Let me out of here at once!"

Spike sunk his claws into her ass and said, "I do see a pastry in there, just hasn't been fully cooked yet. You should be used to this, for being the slut that you are." Nearly his whole claw got swallowed by her cheeks. He pulled his claw out and smacked it hard enough for his claw to sting. Pinkie squealed as her fat rippled through. He couldn't help but feel himself grow more aroused with the sight of her fat jiggling, He looked down to see that his cocks were thinking the same thing. He added as he lined up his cocks, "Hey Pinkie, are you for stuffing the pastry?"

Her voice echoed from the oven, "Spike, you better not do what I think you're about to do." She squealed as he thrust into both her holes. Her legs stiffened as her pussy started leaking from arousal. She screamed as Spike started fucking her, "Oh fuck, you're better than Big Mac, and a lot of other stallions."

Spike slapped her ass and said, "Shut it about stallions, dragons are in another league. you should've done your homework." He dug his claws into her cheeks, making the holes bleed profusely, as he fucked her to his heart's content. There wasn't any reason to rush it since no one would be here today.

After a few orgasms from Spike, he pulled out and watched his cum leak out of her. Her legs stop twitching for a while, so he turned the light in the oven on to see that she was very much alive, just had too much pleasure to be able to think. he decided that it was enough and said as he opened the oven a bit more, "Now that the pastry has its creme filling, it's time to cook it until it's a golden brown."

That probably woke her up a bit, since she started squirming and said, "Please don't, it's me, I'm your friend, you wouldn't do this to your friend, right?"

He pause and acted like he was thinking about it, then he said as he gave her a mighty shove, "Guess we aren't friends anymore." The look on her face was so priceless and enjoyable. The realization that this is her last day living, and being told that she isn't a friend, left her crushed. Spike slammed the oven door and turned out the oven, then he went to work on cleaning up her mess. He just killed most of his former friends, but leaving a business looking like a tornado just blew through is too cruel. He made sure to set a timer and listened to Pinkie's screams of pain as he clean.

He was almost done when the timer went off, He placed down the rag and walked over to the oven. Pinkie's scream died down a long time ago, so he was greeted with her lying body being a deep golden color. He reached in and tore a piece of flesh off and tasted it. It was delicious, it just melted on his tongue. It's a shame that her best baking was her last. He pulled her out of the oven and had her cool on the counter, then he remember the back door's window and drew the blinds, the last thing he needed was another pony being too nosy and decided to break down the door. He sat down in the chair, grabbed the knife, and removed her right hindquarter. As he bit into it, what felt like a jolt of lightning went right through him, with a hint of what a party would taste like. As he was savoring the flavor, he was cutting the other hindquarter. If their cutie marks taste similar to what their talent is, then Rarity's should taste even better, something that he'll have to double-check later. He swallowed his first bite and immediately stuff the second in. He moaned with pleasure at how it tasted. He might have to try everyone's cutie marks if they're this good.

He swallowed as he put the knife down and fork. Even though he just literally ate her ass, he was satisfied with it and would feed the upper half to Ember. He unsteadily rose to his feet and headed towards her room to get a blanket to turn into a bag to put her in

After bagging up what was left of her, he quickly wrote a note that stated that Pinkie went to try to get out of her slump, then he tossed the bag on his back and headed out of the back door to run into Ember standing there. She had her arms slightly crossed and said, "Master, you were taking a long time to kill her. I thought you were captured or something."

Spike handed the bag and said, "Sorry, just had to cheer up an old friend before putting her out of her misery." She looked into the bag and nodded before closing up the bag. Spike walked up to her and whispered, Place the contents in the oven and get ready for tonight, You'll be bed-ridden by the time I'm done with you."

Her legs nearly gave out beneath her, she gripped the bag and said before heading off, "Yes master, right away." Spike chuckled as he watched her pussy dripping in a stream. He turned around and headed into the market.

He thought about what was needed since he just killed the dresser and baker, clothes, cakes, and pastries were something that was going to be hard to come by. He was brought out of his mind by someone saying somewhere to his side, "Hey Spike, how are you?"

He turned around to see Applejack with Applebloom helping at the stand. He put a smile on and said as he walked up to them, "Hey, how's business?"

Applejack dropped her smile and said, "You can drop it, there's no fooling me." Spike's smile dropped while his heart leaped into her throat. It wasn't that busy of a day, but there was still a handful of ponies walking around. He got ready to kill everyone there, then she added, "It's not too hard to see that you're worried about Rainbow, and what creature is lurking in the woods."

He relaxed and said, "Yeah, it common for creatures to come into Ponyville, but those seem partially more mellow than whatever that was." He looked over to see Applebloom chatting with another pony that he could put a name to for some reason.

Applejack nodded and said, "I heard that no one has seen Twilight, Starlight, or Fluttershy, found Angel dead in the stream, and Rainbow hurt possibly beyond repair. The princesses are going to send guards here to hunt the monster and a curfew is going to take effect tonight. So we're going to close up shop in a couple of hours and head home."

Spike nodded, the guards are going to be a problem, but at least he doesn't have to worry about being caught by a bystander again. He said as he headed off, "I should let you get back to work. I'll see you later." He didn't listen to what Applejack said afterward, he just needed to get home to relax and get prepared for the morning.

By the time Spike reached the castle, the town was eerily silent with everyone hiding in their house. He pushed the door open to get attacked by Ember jumping on top of him. She said through heavy pants, "You should know better, Master, you don't make a horny dragoness waiting."

Spike latched his claws into her side and said as he walked toward the library, "I know that, making you wait is worth it when I break you completely. Now to get started."

He threw the door open and tossed her towards the table. Ember stumbled towards the table while he took long strides toward her. By the time Ember steady herself, Spike was right behind her, staring at her greedily, like she was a slab of meat. He grabbed her head, slammed it down onto the table while pulling her tail out of the way to have access to her drenched pussy, and thrust into both holes. Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the empty halls. He savored them as he ravaged her holes, and listened to her nails dig into the table's wooden surface, leaving deep gouges behind. He looked at her face between his claws and that made him fuck her even harder. Her eyes were rolled almost completely into the back of her head, her tongue was lapping against the wood, and she had a goofy as fuck grin plastered across her face. He leaned down and said while increasing his speed into her, "Go on, beg like the slutty bitch you are."

Ember gasped and said between moans, "Yes, I'm a slutty bitch of a whore. Go on and wreck my holes, go on and make them unusable for anyone other than you. I want to feel your hot and corrupted cum in me, possibly going to make me pregnant with your dragonlings."

Spike smiled, moved his hand from her head, and dug his claws into her ass. She screamed from either pain or pleasure, he didn't care which one it was, he thrust into her like the demon he was He was about to burst just from the look on her face. She looked nearly dead, her eyes gave away that she was still among the living, including the fact that she wouldn't stop cumming from him being rough with her. Spike dug his claws further into her as he buried him in her to shoot his load into her ass.

Once Spike was done, he pulled out of her to let his cum spill out of her holes, without him to support her body, Ember slid off the table and landed on the ground with a dull thump. Her eyes were clouded while trying to repair her mind from both of him giving her a good fucking.

The voice spoke up for the first time since finding Pinkie, *"Damn, I think we overdid it, She might be out for a while to a long time."*

Spike shrugged and curled up while using her as his pillow. He let out a sleepy yawn and said, "Make sure I wake up before the sun rises, my next prey rises with the sun." He couldn't hear the reply as he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.