Spike goes to Sugar Cube Corner
It was a normal day in Ponyville, Equestria. Spike was reading his book, and Twilight was wondering what he was doing.
"Spike, are you gonna keep your nose buired in that strange book of yours all summer? You gotta go out, have an adventure!" Twilight exclamd.
"Not now," Spike said quietly.
"Well do you want something to eat from the diner, Spike?" Twilight exclames.
Spike, however, was not in the mood for the diner. He was publicy humiliated the last time he went, and he thougt the food wasn't very good anyway.
"Twilight, I don't want to go to the diner," Spike said solemmly. "I want to go somewhere else."
"But there is really nothing else in town, ulness you count Sugar Cube Corner, but that's just sweets and sugar." Twilight replied.
"Sugar Cube Corner!" Spike's ears perked up. He'd love eating at Sugar Cube Corner, but he never got a chance to go ever since last week, he had a craving for sugary food for some reason.
"Why don't we go to Sugar Cube Corner today?" Spike asked.
"I had my heart set on a salad, Twilight moaned."
So anyways, Twilight went to the diner, while Spike tried to find the Sugar Cube Corner. He had brought with him his map and a couple bits. But finding the Sugar Cube Corner was harder than he had previously thought. He had been looking around town for what seemed like days. The map wasn't helping him either. Until he saw a flicker of a sign.
Spike finally got to the Sugar Cube Corner.
The bakery, Sugar Cube Corner, looked like a silo, sort of. Well, it was very cylindrical. The outside had rusty picnic tables, and looked like no one used them at all. Dipper walked up to the resturant's door.
"Should I go in there?" Spike asked himself. "I'm starting to have second thoughts..."
Twilight wondered why Spike hadn't come back yet...
So Spike entered the resturant. But he was relieved to see that the interior was normal, except for its high celing. There were also no customers inside... He'd been here before and most of them times it was packed.
He went up to the counter. There was only one cashier working the registers. A pink pony with a straight pink mane, he couldn't remember the name of her...
Spike decided what he wanted to order, than approached the register.
"Excuse me, I'll hav—"
"WE ONLY GOT CUPCAKES!" the pony interrupted.
"Ok, I guess I'll have a cupcake, then." Spike said.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" the pony yelled.
"I SAID I WANT A CUPCAKE." Spike yelled back.
"Ok, then." The pony said, then went in the back for a few minutes. When he came out, he was carrying spike's taco.
"That'll four bits," the cashier said. Spike gave him the money, and went to sit down at the least grimiest table.
He bit into the hot, spicy, juicy Cupcake, filled with thick, pure, meat, mild, tantalizing black beans, and sour, fluffy, sour cream. He enjoyed the single bite of that perfectly made Cupcake , and still tasted it in his mouth after he swallowed it.
But as he was about to bite into it a second time, he felt a churning movement inside his body, something that he had felt often.
"Uh oh." Spike said, than rushed to find the lavatory.
"Man, that really went through me," Spike said to himself.
For some reason, the bathrooms were hidden in a corner, far from the counter, and far from the table he was sitting at.
When he walked in, he found that the bathrooms were surprisingly clean, for a fast food resturant, anyway. And Spike found this suspisicious. All of the stalls were full, and no one was using the urinals.
But, right on cue, someone walked out of one of the stalls. Spike didn't pay much attention to who was walking out, but he was wearing all black, and had a plastic bag with him. Spike just had to go.
Unfortunaly, he didn't make it in time. He looked down and found the worst of all.
"Diarreah." Spike said. "Yeegh."
He was about to leave the stal when he noticed a bulge...
He knew excatly what it was. It was an erection.
He found himself completely aroused after touching it, and started to do it some more. Eventually, he was ready to hardcore masturbate. He didn't know what was arousing him, but he knew he was aroused.
Spike started to yank his Johnson harder and faster. The five-incher was getting pumped. Spikes's soiled hands started to feel bits of pre-cum on his dry fingers.
Eventually, the medium-sized dick couldn't take it anymore, and burst in an explosion of cum. The cum got all over the walls and toilet, and Spike felt proud. He had creamed himself for the first time, but he was upset that it was not over Applebloom.
"No," Spike thought. "All this is not enough for me. I need to release all of this!"
With his erection still active, Spike began yanking his penis again. It was much quicker, and Spike cummed quicker. It was a bigger release than last time, and it began to rain Spike's seed.
Spike felt more proud than last time, his heart about to burst from all the droplets of cum falling down from the celing. He felt as happy as he felt on the day of the first snowfall of the year.
He stuck out his tongue to tast the cum, shiny from the faulty flourescent lighting in the bathroom. He tasted it, and he thought it was the one of the best tastinf things in the world, better than the largest chocolate bar, better than the rarest gem, and better than the cupcake he was having earlier.
By now, he couldn't stop. He couldn't leave now and miss out on this great masturbation adventure. He wanted to taste the cum. He scraped a handfull of it off of the stall and put it in his dirty, wet, mouth.
He grabed another, and another, and another. He was getting more aroused by consuming the cum, and he released another load.
"So that's where it's all coming from," Spike said to himself, cum all over his face and teeth.
Spike came up with a solution to get a more hardcore, adult, masturbation expierience. He was going to put it into action.
He tilted his head down, sat down on the cum-covered ground, grabbed his hardened Johnson, and stuck it in his mouth.
Once it was firmly in, Spike began to suck on the very hard rod. He sucked it like the lollipop he got a the county fair a while back. It taste alot like it to.
The legs were so expertly over his shoulder that he could've been a gymnast. The more he sucked on his hard dick, the more his aroused legs shook.
Eventually, just when he was going to give out, he came in his mouth. It was the best thing he ever expierienced, and kept on performing fellatio on himself.
As he was stimulating himself orally, he accidentally fell over to his side. He broke from his his penis and cummed on the floor. The floor was covered in so much of Spike's cum that he started to make a snow angel in the cum, or, a cum angel. He was eating some in the process.
But then he looked behind him and down, and immediately became so hard that the red tip was touching his short pubic hair.
He saw what was causing it.
He saw his ass, covered in dark brown feces.
He lifted up his ass, which was covered in the cum-filled floor, and marveled at its erotic beauty. The feces were so beautifully ejaculated, so smooth in its sticky browness, so perfect they felt in Spike's purple and green hands.
He wanted his shit.
He held his own ass like a fish on a lure, and put his sticky lips into the sticky brown feces.
His tongue was rubbing the crap all over his tighty whites, making his mouth all a brownish-white mess. He was biting into the shit and sucked it in his mouth. It was more stimulating than ever before. He now knew that he didn't need Applebloom, or Twilight, or any of the other girls in Ponyville. All he needed was a big pile of his shit.
He took a scoop of the feces (He had a lot of diarrea) and began to spread it over his dick. Every time he spread the crap, he was getting more and more aroused. Once his dick was completely brown, he came again.
It filled up all the spots in the stall that weren't covered in Spike's cum. Once again, Spike took big scoops of cum and consumed it in large gulps.
Now Spike had to put the brown sticky feces all over his penis again, and boy, did he do a good job. The brown stuff was all over his external genitals, and his testicles. He had cummed a few times here and there.
Now, his beautiful, brown genitals, needed to be cleaned. But Spike didn't have any cleaning supplies, so he had to suck the shit off.
He brung his erection up to his mouth, and began to suck. This time he made it very clear to lick the feces off with his tongue, and as soon as the tongue touched his dick, he cummed.
He was having the most fun he ever had in that bathroom stall and forgot who he was, where he lived, where he was, or what he was eating. All that was on his mind was his sweet cum.
He just thought of a great idea.
Spike took a scoopful of diarreah and a scoopful of cum, and put it in the toilet.
He flushed it, but before it want all the way down, he grabbed the wet pile of shit and cum, and stuck it in his mouth.
Spike was consuming all of the shit, cum, and toilet water, and it tasted great. He kept on doing it for god knows how long, and one of the times, he hit his head against the toilet rim.
Spike's brain must've been knocked out of place at that time, because this time, instead of putting the shit and cum in his food hole, he started to lather it on his penis again.
He wanted more of his Johnson, but that would be a fatal mistake.
Once it was covered again, he put it in his mouth and began sucking. But did it too hard.
As he was sucking and cumming, he accidentaly bit on his dick.
As soon as he tasted the blood, he broke out of coitus, and saw his lacerated penis.
He saw a mix of blood and cum coming out of it, like lava, and his erectile muscle pointing out.
Spike grabbed it and grimaced in pain. He winced at it, and looked horrified. He snapped out of it all, and tried to figure out a solution to the castration.
He put some more diarea and cum on it, but that didn't stop the bleeding.
Spike spit out the piece of dick that he bit off, and tried to reapply it, but it didn't work.
No matter how many times he tried to reattach it, they all failed.
He put more of his reproductive fluids on the castrarion, but they only made the penis swell up, like the Goodyear blimp.
Spike was licking the blood off the try to stop it, but the blood was coming faster than he could lick.
He was now in ultimate pain, and felt nothing like this. He screamed, as loud as he could, and felt like no one could hear him. He was screaming louder and louder, saying, "HALP! I BIT MY DICK OFF!"
He was going insane. He started to bang against the stall, screaming "HELP!" as loud as he could yell. After a full 5 minutes, with a large mix of blood, cum, and feces on the floor, he was banging his head against the stall.
The banging was louder than the loudest thunderstorm, and yet no one came for help.
Spike was alone in the bathroom, alone in the stall, alone with his beloved dick, now to near death, and unfortunately, he was near death.
After one final blow to the head, the now-screaming Dipper was now as silent as Christmas Eve. He fell to the floor, eyes turned skyward, and fell in a mix of his own blood, cum, and feces.
At the Library, Twilight was feeling very worried about Spike, so she went off and tried to find him. She went off into the town, (She knew where it was) and, suprinsignly, got there in less time than Spike..
As she entered the newly cleaned doors, she immediately noticed the once-bitten cupcake on one of the tables, and immediately knew it was Spike's.
Twilight rushed into the men's bathroom, (she liked to use the urinalls) and rushed into a random stalls.
It was Spike's.
Twilight looked at how messy the stall was, and how it was used to do the deed. Her purple coat sticky from stepping into the reddish-brown mess of fluids.
She walked around the messy stall for a bit, but then saw the most horrid sight she could imagine.
Spike's corpse.
Twilight was welled up in tears at the sight of it, and began to cry.
As she was crying, she sat down in a pile of the blood, feces, and cum and looked at Spike's lifeless face.
It was beautiful, as his smooth facial features complimented his circle of cum around his lips.
"Oh, Spike," Twilight said through her tears, "Let me clean the white stuff off of your lips."
Twilight brought Spike's head up to hers, and she kissed him.
After pulling out of the kiss, Twilight enjoyed it, and so she kissed him again.
She didn't want to let go of Spike, not now. Not when he had just died. He was her assistant, after all!
She held Spike's naked corpse in her arms, and she felt a tingling feeling in herself, a secret dirty side.
"No one would care if we just did it, right? He is dead, and know one would know in this restroom stall…" Twilight thought.
She immediately came up with an answer. She pulled Spike's head up to her head, and kissed him again, only it was a french kiss.
Once Twilight was done, she put the body on the floor, then Twilight got down on the fluid-covered floor, too.
Twilight started to go on a kiss-krazy frenzy with Spike, that made it look like Spike was alive. Tongue went into Spike's deceased mouth, scraping the feces and cum off of the roof of Spike's mouth.
Twilight was shaking even more now, that her tongue was touching Spike's.
Twilight revealed her nice, clean, exposed, virgin, vagina. She took Spikes's corpse, not noticing the eternally bleeding penis, and brung it closer to the cervix.
She rubbed her clitoris for arousal perposes before she stuck it in, and once the dick was firmly in, she finally felt joy in her life.
She loved the feeling of losing it to her dead brother's body, and started to get the oddest feeling.
She lost it. She finally lost it.
She squealed in happyness, and started to french kiss Spike harder. Her tongue almost touched Spike's uvula.
She kept holding on to his lacerated dick in her vagina, and sloshing her tongue all around Spike's mouth.
She kept pulling in an out with Spike's stick. Blood was getting on her urethra walls, not noticing one bit. She did not want to leave the body, not now. She would kill herself if it could mean they'd be in coitus forever.
If only Spike could kiss her back.
After what seemd like hours, it wouldn't fit in. Twilight finally looked down at the now pretty messed up penis.
Twilight couldn't look away at it.
It was now swollen to the size of her head, a whole mix of rainbow colors, and still spewing lifeless cum.
Twilight vomited on it, which only made it worse. It grew bigger and bigger.
"Oh, Spike," she said soflty.
Then Twilight started to scream.
She was horrorfied at the sight of it, and started to barf again. She tried to put a giant mix of blood, cum, vomit, and feces on the dick, but it didn't work. She tries to suck it all off, but found herself enjoying the sucking and the taste of Spike's penis blood.
She kept on sucking on it, tasting the blood, and touching and fondling Spike's dead erectile muscle.
She was esctatic. She was more happy than she ever had been. More happy than she was before.
As she was squealing with delight, the stall door started to open a crack. Twilight took notice of this.
"Huh?" she asked. The door started to open more (It wasn't locked).
Twilight started to get nervous. She didn't want to go to jail for necrophilia, she was only a filly, who bit off more than she could chew. She got too ahead of herself, after lusting after her assistant for so long. If it was the police, she had no hope. She hoped it was just another Sugar Cube Corner employee, who would listen to her and help her out.
The stall door finally burst open. Standing in front of it, was a pony dressed in black. He had a Sugar Cube Corner logo sewn on the left of his fleece jacket. He was wearing dark sunglasses.
The mysterious pony walked up to the two of them slowly. Twilight stood up on her feet, fear and blood on her face.
The pony stared at Twilight for a long time, until he finally said, "Are you supposed to be in this bathroom, young filly?"
Twilight was shaking in horror, now. She turned to face Spikes's naked, violated, dead body, and turned to face the man again.
"M-mist-ter, I-idin-din't inten-nd to do t-this to m-my as-sis-assistant," Twilight said said, shaking with tears in her eyes.
The pony brought himself closer to Twilight's face.
"S-sir, your, your, your, in m-my p-p-per-ersonal spa-ace," Twilight tried to manage.
The pony was inspecting a red spot on Twilight's cheek. After several seconds, the man touched the spot, trailed his finger in it, and put the finger in his mouth.
"Blood," the pony whispered to himself.
"W-what did y-you s-sa-say, S-sir?" Twilight asked him, not understanding what he was saying.
"Little filly, do you know what that is on your cheek?" the pony asked.
Twilight repeated what the mysterious pony did to her cheek, and said back to him, "I-It's bl-blood."
"And with the blood being on your cheek, have you developed, shall we say, a desired taste for it?" the pony asked back. Mabel did not notice the retractable chisel in his right hand.
"Um, uh, y-y-y-y-ye-ye-yes? I didn't m-mean to, I j-jus—"
"Ssssh," the pony quieted her. "If you like the addicting taste of it, why didn't you say so?" and, without warning, the pony cut her across the chest with the chisel.
She screamed at the pain of it. Blood started to pour out of the diagonal cut fast, almost covering her stomach.
"You can lick that up. Your blood probably tastes better than that kid's," the pony said pointing to Spike. Then the pony gave another cut, across her face.
She screamed again, louder this time.
"Now you can get the blood close to your face. And just to make sure your silent," the pony then slit her across the neck.
She could not scream this time.
The pony went into her neck, and pulled out three vocal chords. The pony streched the chords out, and he jumped rope with them, while slashing Twilight across the face several times.
When her face was cut so many times that her nose fell off, the pony decided it was time for the scalping. He took out a bigger knife, and slammed it right above Twilight's eyebrows.
The pony began to make a deep cut. The pony put all his strength into it, because he decided to make the hardest part, first. He tried to do it right on the skin, but sadly, did not do the job he liked.
Twilight's head was now topless, the top of her skull exposed and violently cut, so that you could see her brain inside the skull.
Pieces of muscle and flesh were still attached to Twilight's hairy scalp, so the pony cut them off. The scalp was now thin as skin, and still full of Twilight's mane. He hung the scalped scalp up on the hoor on the door. It would be his prize, something he kept for himself.
Now the pony prepared for the rest of the body,
After chopping up her limbs and put them in his bag...
The man took the bag, and, one by one, started to put the body parts into the funnel.
Once the bag was half-empty, he kept on putting more parts in, only this time, he turned the crank. Once the bag was empty, out popped out two cupcakes. They weren't really cupcakes, really. They were actually human body parts in the shape of tacos.
They went down the conveyer belt, and the employee, using spray cans, began to spray paint the body parts. Once they got to the end of the conveyer belt, they looked like genuine tacos.
The man grabbed one of the 'cupcakes', wrapped it in tissue paper, and went to the front of the counter. He handed it to the pony cashier, then went back into the depths of the kitchen.
"Here's your CUPCAKE, SIR!" the cashier said to the customer.
"You're welcome," Fluttershy said, handing the cashier the bits.
