Rainbow Dash and Spitfire compete to see who can stay on a soul stealing altar longer. Spitfire feels confident in her victory, but who is going to win?
After Twilight discovers a mysterious soul stealing altar, Rainbow and Spitfire compete to see who can stay on it longer. Spitfire feels confident in her victory, but who is going to win?
One thing is certain, however. Twilight hungers for an entertaining competition and she won’t hold back no matter how messy the situation gets.
This story contains dark fetishes such as death, hard vore, sacrifice, and necrophilia. Also futa.
Twilight rested peacefully in Zecora's hut, stirring in her sleep from time to time. After a few knocks from the entrance, sunlight flooded the candle-lit room.
Rainbow and Spitfire peeked in just as Twilight opened her eyes. Spitfire wore sunglasses and her shirt while Rainbow was naked. Twilight smiled and asked "Visitors?"
Rainbow nodded and said, “We’ve been training around the Everfree and need a break. I barely see you at the library anymore, so I decided to pay you a visit to see what you’ve been up to. You sleep here now?”
“Why yes, I’m immersing myself in this place to carry out my research. I’m sorry to hear that you’re worn out; I’m unable to offer you any of Zecora’s amenities because she has disappeared weeks ago.”
Rainbow looked uneasy, “Yeah, so I’ve heard. This forest just gets creepier and creepier. On that note, Spitfire and I have an important flying routine to get back to.”
Spitfire interrupted, “Are you late for a meeting? I’m the one who sets the schedule around here.”
“I know, but there is something unusual about this place… It makes me uneasy.”
“I don’t know about you, but I definitely like this feeling," Spitfire countered.
Rainbow explored her own feelings. A deep memory of sexual rousing, like the first time she had ever been in heat. It felt nice, but a little scary. “Yeah, I wonder if that table-thingy over there has something to do with it.”
Twilight was eager to explain, “Indeed, I have discovered that the altar is bringing these feelings about, or rather your own intuition, a sixth sense, understands what the altar contains. This causes the feelings of arousal, buried deep within you, to rise up to the forefront of your consciousness.”
Rainbow rubbed a hoof through her mane in frustration. “Don’t be such an egghead, Twi. What is it used for and why would you keep something that constantly makes you feel funny?”
“That would be difficult to explain but I’ll try. In order for the altar to work its magic, somepony needs to sit or lay upon it and then have an orgasm. If they start cumming while physically touching its surface, the altar absorbs their soul and seals it in the intensely blissful womb of the altar for all eternity. As for your second question...”
"Hold on a second, there are trapped souls in there?! Did you have anything to do with it?" Spitfire felt oddly aroused and yet wary of this new development.
The very fact that Spitfire accused one of her best friends in such a heinous act made Rainbow indignant. “Come on Spitfire, Twi would never do such a thing and you know it!”
"It’s perfectly alright Rainbow, no need to start a fight over something as silly as that. And to answer Spitfire’s question, no, I don’t have anything to do with the altar nor the souls that you can feel squirming inside in orgasmic ecstasy. The altar was already here before I decided to look after Zecora’s hut in her absence. You can ask her where she got it assuming she ever comes back…” then Twilight began to speak in a sultry tone, “or you could join the spirits if you want, I’m not going to get between you and your pleasure."
Rainbow scoffed. "That's way too freaky, we’d never go along with that in a million years. Plus, why would you even suggest such a thing anyway?! Are you actually some sort of a closet freak or something? Don’t make me regret my previous words!"
“I was being silly; of course nopony wants to... I’ve just been researching it and you can help me see if it’s working like my ancient book says it should. It is not necessary to take it as far as putting anypony’s life in jeopardy, just seeing it actually work would be a great proof on its own. You know, for science?” Twilight pleadingly stared at Rainbow and tried her best non-creepy smile.
“But you have enough self-preservation to stay away?” inquired Rainbow.
“I am the researcher here; I have to observe and document this artifact without getting overly involved. I can’t do that if I’m seduced by the altar to give my own life in a fit of short-sighted sexual weakness.”
Spitfire was more than intrigued now; she felt like using her authority to make something happen. "In any case, I want to see the altar work its magic too," said a grinning Spitfire, "Dash, you should go touch it… You know, for science!”
Rainbow typically did everything Spitfire told her to do, but not this time. "No way! We don't even know what will happen. The book may have gotten it wrong and the altar will kill me the moment I touch it!"
Twilight pressed on, “I’m sure that the source of the book is absolutely reliable, I just want to see the process with my own eyes since the book has only written descriptions and it may have left out subtle details that could be important.”
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what will happen when I touch it?”
“The book said that you should start feeling sexual things. At first it should feel ethereal like a gust of wind and an exciting tingle here and there around your erogenous zones. This is an exciting little introduction that could make the most sensitive of ponies cum. After a period of time, the teasing and physical nature of it escalates until it is too much to resist and the pony must eventually cum unless they can get themselves off of the altar."
The two pegasi felt adrenaline in their stomach, but for entirely different reasons.
Suddenly Spitfire got an idea, “Rainbow, I've decided what we're going to do. We shall compete to see who can stay on the altar longer before chickening out.”
"I don’t know; I have a bad feeling about this. One of us may end up... you know... dead."
Spitfire grinned. “Oh, I know you don't want to risk your precious little life, Dash. All those Wonderbolt fantasies down the drain." She patted Rainbow's head condescendingly. "I'm sure you'll chicken out in record time."
“You think you have the advantage, huh? Well guess what, you don't! You are too self-important to really risk you life. You'll bail out long before things get dangerous.”
“It’s true I lead a very important life; but you do too, yes? Oh wait, you used to be an element bearer before the tree of harmony took them all back, never mind." Spitfire continued on in a false motherly tone. "I’m really worried about you though; you enjoy your quaint life in Ponyville, you have a lot of clouds to nap on, and you have such sweet friends. Why don’t you admit to me right now that you're too scared to to touch the spooky altar?”
“I’m not scared at all!” Rainbow puffed. “What does the winner get?”
“I don’t want to see your blood rushing too quickly, so the stakes are going to be low. The winner just gets the medal of courage at the academy. There’s only one and it’s mine, but I’ll give it to you if you win. That’s not worth dying over, but still worth competing for, right?”
Twilight threw in her own words of encouragement, “Come on Dash, if I were you I would die for Spitfire’s personal medal.”
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, we can have some serious stakes. I’m not a foal, you can’t buy me with a shiny bauble!”
Twilight tried helping again, “I would like to propose an additional reward that should spice things up: in the event that this game does become fatal for one of you, let’s make it so that the winner gets to have the loser’s body to own and play with however they see fit. I mean, why not, right?”
Rainbow sighed exasperatedly. “What the buck Twilight? For science, right? Just for science? Well, that went to creepy town really bucking quickly... but you know what? That’s okay!” she exclaimed, waving her hooves dismissively, “I’m through caring what the stakes are.”
“Rainbow's body as a trophy? Count me in!” said Spitfire excitedly while gazing Dash's body up and down hungrily, her eyes lingering on her flank.
“I'll be the referee in case the match is close. Before we start, I can tell you more details about the altar,” offered Twilight.
Rainbow seemed happy for additional instruction. "Alright, you have the floor. Explain it in a language I can understand, please.”
Twilight smiled and continued on in her lecture tone, "First of all, the altar was created in our days of old when Celestia sealed a succubus inside a box-like prison. It was kept in Tartarus, but it somehow came to be in Zecora's possession, at least until she herself was sacrificed, err, I mean disappeared. If enough souls are captured, the succubus may gain the power to set itself free upon the world. That's why my research is so important."
Spitfire looked disinterested. "All this obscure nonsense is killing me! Please just give us information relating to the game."
Twilight always liked it when potential sacrifices were arrogant. "Let’s move on then. During the pre-orgasm period, which is the majority of the game, you are going to want to keep your defenses up. Your libido will be very roused and exotic or repressed sexual thoughts and ideas will surface from your subconsciousness. They will work to your disadvantage for obvious reasons. Also, if you feel too smug and inattentive, like Spitfire is right now, you are more likely to slip up and lose your concentration. I would highly recommend staying alert and distracting yourself from what you are feeling in any possible way, especially by avoiding sexy thoughts. When your orgasm begins, it's game over. There will be a magical tether established between your womb and the altar and there's no breaking free. Your cutie mark should begin to fade away at this point and eventually disappear completely once your soul is completely extracted though your birth canal."
Rainbow sounded nervous. "Well, what should I do if that starts happening to me? It sounds super scary."
"When the orgasm begins, it will last as long as it takes to extract your soul, which I've seen… err... read could take as long as a minute. I call it the breach period simply because your soul will be forced from your body through the orifice of your pussy and entrapped in the altar. You can try to keep your soul locked up in your body to the point of denial, but the orgasm will continue until you reach a state of acceptance. It all depends on how much force you will be able to withstand, but sooner or later you will have to embrace your fate. My recommendation is that if you find that your orgasm is too scary or intense, you should stop offering resistance and let it take you. It may be counter intuitive to surrender yourself to such a powerful force if you are afraid, but, like I said, it's inevitable. Do you have any more questions?"
“Huh? Oh yeah, don’t orgasm, I get it.” said Spitfire, drooling on Rainbow’s flanks.
“Eew, stop drooling all over me!” said Rainbow with annoyance and turned back to Twilight. “I think I’ve gotten the basic idea, so let’s just do it."
The two pegasi flew over and landed face to face on the altar about a foot apart. Twilight looked on with interest, covertly getting ready to hoof-rub herself in a professional manner.
They began to feel little tingles. Rainbow purred and quivered ever so slightly, but didn’t allow herself to loosen up. They just stared at each other with an iron glare.
Rainbow flexed her wings for a moment, feeling the erotic areas near their base already being molested. Not finding any particular relief, she folded them back again.
“I could do this all day, this is nothing,” said Rainbow.
“You’re trying to keep a straight face,” scoffed Spitfire.
“At least you can see my face! You’re hiding your panic behind those shady sunglasses. This would be harder for you if you could look me in the eyes.”
Spitfire gave Rainbow a deadpan expression, took off her glasses, folded each arm slowly, and set them aside. “See? I don't need them.”
Upon seeing Spitfire’s threatening display of confidence, Rainbow bit her lower lip and broke into a cold sweat.
Spitfire eyed Rainbow in all her colorful splendor. Seeing her in front of her like this, potentially minutes away from dying, was very arousing. Watching her squirm sent excited thrills down her spine and caused a bit of cruelty to surface within her mind.
“I see you’re getting a little wet down there, Dash, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Spitfire gave Rainbow bedroom eyes and continued to tease, “Have you ever imagined me licking at your sopping wet cunt?”
Rainbow looked caught off guard and blushed profusely. “Um… maybe…”
Spitfire looked stern. “Well, it’s never going to happen. I just find it adorable that you have such cute little delusional fantasies.”
Rainbow frowned and bit her tongue. The seconds passed and the tension increased.
Rainbow felt desperate and decided to stop trying to hide it. “Spitfire, the game wasn’t meant to go on for this long, it isn’t safe! We should call it a draw.”
Spitfire grinned wickedly. “Poor little Dashie, looking for any excuse to bail out early. How are you going to be able to live this one down?”
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Forget the draw, I’m staying.”
Hearing that made Spitfire smile to herself; Rainbow had always been so easy to manipulate. She looked at Rainbow's body through lust-filled eyes as if she were her prey, her hunger growing by the second. She knew she wanted to have her, to own her. “You’re going to be mine, Rainbow Dash, I can’t wait.”
Rainbow was taken aback. “That's crazy for you to say! I’ve offered to be yours in the past and you turned me down.”
“Oh, Dash, take a look at my body." She rubbed her hooves up and down her torso and articulated every word that followed, "My... smoking... hot... body... You’re not worthy enough to lick the soles of my hind hooves.”
“I… I… I can’t believe you. I thought we were friends.” Rainbow sighed exasperatedly. “This is getting abusive and creepy. I’m… not staying much longer. ”
Spitfire hungrily looked at Rainbow and wondered what she would do with her corpse once she has it. She could preserve it and put it behind a glass display case at the academy, with a plaque that reads "NOT WORTHY TO BE A WONDERBOLT". It was the most satisfying thing that Spitfire could think of and she didn’t even care how wrong and unusual it was for her to think like this. She just HAD to keep Rainbow in the game no matter what.
Along those lines, she had an idea. “Rainbow, let’s make things a little more interesting.”
“Uh… I don’t think I’m… interested.”
“If you hang in there and you manage to win, I will make you an official Wonderbolt.”
Rainbow looked excited. “Oh my gosh… I guess I…” The spark left her eyes as she realized that Spitfire was tormenting her. “...I don’t know.” Tears began to well up as she knew she was being emotionally manipulated.
“Oh come on, Rainbow... Fuck it, if you win I’ll go on one date with you. Just stay in the game.”
Rainbow began to sob a little. “All right… since this is so important to you, I'll stay. If I don't make it out of this... I just... I just want you to know that I've always... loved you and looked up to you.”
"Daaaw, that's really cute." Spitfire leaned forward and affectionately licked up Rainbow's tears.
Spitfire looked Rainbow up and down, admiring the body she thought she was about to have. It was so tone, so athletic; there was so many things that she was going to do with it. Suddenly, she got distracted from her reveries by a mind-boggling need for sexual release.
Spitfire dumbly looked down at her nethers, noticing that she was very, very close to orgasm, her awareness of the danger finally registering. As she felt fear and self-preservation kick in, she looked at Rainbow in distress, causing her to stare back in confusion.
She was going to have to chicken out very soon or die. She was too important to die, but she would never choose to ruin her own reputation by dating a pushover like Rainbow Dash and allowing her to become a Wonderbolt without going through the proper procedures. Everypony would think that she had gone soft.
Spitfire inadvertently started moving her hips in a rhythm that felt natural. She realized that she desperately needed to find a way to stymie the pleasure. A few unsuccessful attempts later it was already too late—she was a dead mare.
Her orgasm began and her cutie mark started to fade. She made eye contact with Rainbow, her eyes getting teary. “I DON'T WANT TO DIE!” she cried in pathetic desperation, as if Rainbow could do anything about it. The orgasm wouldn't end, though, until she allowed her soul to be consumed. She could feel it being aggressively tugged at through her spasming pussy. She tried to resist but it only caused more friction and pressure to build up, making her scream like a little filly. Before long, she froze in shock and could no longer offer any resistance. Her joints locked and she convulsed violently while a massive amount of cum pooled under her. Her dead body collapsed forward on the altar with its cutie mark completely gone.
As soon as she fell, Rainbow launched herself off the altar like a rocket and slammed into the far wall. Her heart pounding, she desperately tried to control her breathing all the while feeling the orgasm that had nearly cost her life begin to subside ever so slowly.
“Phew… that was close! Oh my Celestia, I think Spitfire is dead! Uh… what are you doing over there?”
Twilight jerked her hoof away from under her. “N-nothing!”
“Why is your hoof wet?”
“Um, I must have stepped in Spitfire’s drool from when she was eyeing all over you.”
“Well that’s disgusting, go wash it away.”
Twilight wiped her hoof on Spitfire’s vest, pretended to check for a pulse and heartbeat, and concluded, “She is dead, just as the book describes… which means, Rainbow, that you've won fair and square. How does it feel?”
She started doing an aerial flip but then suddenly halted. “I dunno Twi, It feels awesome but still wrong in a way. When I saw that she was having her last moments, I was so happy that I was going to live I was almost in shock; it was the biggest rush I’ve ever experienced! I may have enjoyed turning the tables on her a little too much, I think? I just can’t believe somepony I looked up to so much is now dead.”
Twilight tried to comfort the unsure pegasus. “Come on Rainbow, you’ve risen above your own role model. Just think… when you were still young, Spitfire would never have even spoken to you because you were just a face in the crowd. You always wanted an intimate moment with your hero, but you’d be lucky to get an autograph.”
Rainbow considered this. “I never imagined it would be like this, but I’ve finally shared a deep moment between me and my hero, just like I always wanted.”
“Exactly, there couldn’t be anything more intimate than her death throes. Now your hero’s body lies before you, her consent given as part of the terms of the game, to use her body in any way you see fit. You’ve completely earned this right.”
“You know what, I think you are right, Twi! This is my greatest achievement and her body is my prize.”
Twilight grabbed Spitfire’s body off of the altar and laid it belly-up on the floor. Spitfire’s face was frozen in a mixture of wide-eyed fear and orgasmic contortion.
Standing over the body on all fours, Rainbow asked, “What do I do now?”
Twilight chuckled, “You know what you’d like to do, don’t ask me. Let your wild fantasies run free~”
“Well, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this, what if everypony finds out what I’ve done?”
“Come on, we are partners in crime now. I will not tell anypony what happened here; this is off the books.”
“We’ve always been best friends, Twilight, I know I can trust you, it’s just that...”
Twilight interrupted, touching Rainbow’s cheeks softly, “Dawww, I know you too well and you cannot hide your true feelings from me. Go fuck your hero’s corpse like I know you want to.”
“Well, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with me doing some stuff to her; I’ve never even kissed her before and now she won't be turning me down.” Rainbow started making out passionately with Spitfire’s lips.
Noticing that Spitfire's eyes were still wet, she couldn’t resist licking up the salty tears. After making out with her for a few minutes, Dash exclaimed “Ah, to heck with it!” She removed the tie and unbuttoned the shirt, licking down her chest and sensually suckling at her hard crotch nipples.
Rainbow then turned her attention to Spitfire's legs and caressed her hoofies. “She said I wasn’t worthy to lick the soles of her hind hooves…” she moaned between hoof-licks, “she would find this so humiliating.”
She worked her lips up to the moist inner thighs, sampling the warm juices, but then hesitated.
Twilight assured her, “I don’t see why you shouldn’t lick her pussy dry, you’re just cleaning her up after all. Besides, it’s your grand prize: something that she never would give you access to in a million years!”
Needing no further encouragement, Rainbow moved on to the nether regions and lapped up the sweet nectar, almost tasting the pleasure that had lingered with her deathgasm. “It’s yummier than I ever imagined,” Rainbow said through tears of happiness.
Rainbow felt weird sensations in her head and nether regions, which caused her to look down and notice that she was rapidly growing a stallion cock. “Whoa, thanks Twilight! Having a cock will make bucking her so much ease… wait a second, you want me to desecrate her body?”
“She would do the exact same thing to you and you know it. Besides, having a new sex organ for the first time would probably drive anypony crazy, as they would never have learned to control and condition their carnal urges.”
"Yeah, you’re right about that. I’m going to go all the way, no more holding back."
She inserted her cock into Spitfire's warm dead pussy and commenced thrusting, clutching Spitfire's mane and hungrily making out with her lips.
Rainbow felt breathless from the exertion of fucking her so hard. She whispered laboriously, "Look who’s… on top… Spitfire…. you're... fucking... fucked... Make no mistake… who’s using you… I... Rainbow Dash... am fucking... fucking... you.”
She used her cock for all it was worth, rushing towards her first climax, not knowing what it would feel like. It didn't take long for her to cum hard inside the corpse, screaming “FUCK YES!” as she came. Rainbow lulled and panted in the afterglow of one of her most pleasurable sexual experiences ever.
Twilight applauded with another wet hoof. “Good show, Rainbow.”
“Thanks,” she replied between pants, “So… I wonder what I should do next?”
“Are you hungry to eat right now?”
“I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m starving... why?”
“You said her pussy was yummy?”
“No way… I can’t do that Twi! That would be extraordinarily gory and sickening.”
Hearing that, Twilight got really pissed. “If you’re going to be such a pussy, you can step outside and I will cook up Spitfires clit for you. You can have a cunt steak, cooked meat is absolutely fine, isn’t it?"
Rainbow was caught off guard by the sudden outburst. “O-ok, good, cunt steak you say? I guess it’s not a bad idea as long as it’s well done.” Rainbow nuzzled and licked Spitfires clit, giving it a tentative bite. “Oh yes!~ Indeed, this would taste very good cooked. Alright, do it!”
Once Rainbow stepped outside, Twilight got out one of the ceremonial daggers hanging on the wall to cut out Spitfires cunt, seasoning it and cooking it over Zecora’s fire pit. When Rainbow returned, she sat on a chair at a small table, Spitfire's body propped on a chair across from her, a look of shock still on her face. Twilight walked over and set down a platter that was closed with a lid.
“Good news, everything came out intact and, as a bonus, her pussy has all of her orgasms encoded into it’s cellular structure. I’ve cast a spell to allow you to access all of her orgasmic memories through what it tastes like.” She removed the lid slowly, “Here you go, this is the best dish you’ll ever have in your life Dashie!”
Rainbow breathed in the aroma. “Oh my gosh... this is the most personal and intimate part of my hero's body.”
"Indeed, this is a very high quality piece of meat as Spitfire has spent her whole life caring for it, protecting it, and pleasuring it. It has only ever rubbed up against the highest quality stallion meat, every orgasm she ever had is contained within, and it's all yours to consume utterly."
"I'm ready, here goes..." Rainbow used her hooves to gently part the cunt lips to get into the center, her head leaning forward to take a bite of the soft inner flesh of the clitoris area. She moaned in delight. "So... tasty..." Rainbow felt a serene glow in her body and the orgasmic memories of Spitfire’s sex life washed over her.
Twilight watched her eat it in her usual morbid fascination. "I'm so glad you got what you always wanted, Rainbow Dash."
Rainbow finished eating. "That was satisfying, but what do I do with the rest of her body?"
"Why don't you keep it in your room at your cloud house? You'll go from having Spitfire merchandise to having Spitfire's very own corpse."
"That's a great idea, but won't her corpse decompose and fall through the floor once the pegasus magic wears off?"
"Nope! While you were gone, I used my magic to preserve the corpse; it will be as fresh, warm, and magical as the moment she died. And in case you were wondering, your cock will disappear by morning. Have fun while it lasts!"
Dash hoisted the body over her back, exclaiming, "Oh gee, I was wondering if that cock will be a problem. Thank you for everything, Twilight!"
"No problem, I love to help my friends. Visit us anytime!"
Rainbow flew to her house as fast as she could, trying to avoid being spotted. Once inside her living room, she placed Spitfire's body next to all of her Wonderbolt toys and Spitfire dolls.
Her first lay with the body was fantastic; she fucked it so hard that she was exhausted and decided to take a nap. Rainbow took Spitfire's body with her to bed and hugged it like a teddy bear, a teddy bear she wanted to fuck. She slept with her dick out so it could get some air.
She awoke an hour later, having a raging stiffy from napping next to her hero’s corpse, so she gave it another good, solid fucking. After that, though, her libido wore out for a while.
"Hey, Spitfire, I bet you've never read the Daring Do books, you'll love them!" She got a book out to start reading as Spitfire just laid there dead, causing Rainbow to frown.
"I kinda wish you had your soul so you could enjoy this with me. Oh wait... even if you did, you'd probably hate every single thing I like. What to do... what to do..." Suddenly, she had a thought. "A new soul! I could ask Twilight to transfer Scootaloo's soul into Spitfire's body."
Rainbow played with the possibility. Scoots always wanted to fly, to soar together with her through the sky in a non-disabled body. She would probably even get her cutie mark looking exactly like Spitfire’s flame, proving her destiny was to be Spitfire. Rainbow would address her as Spitfire and forget she was ever Scootaloo in the first place. With Spitfire’s arousing body and Scootaloo’s willingness to be her adoring fan and sex slave, she would have the best of both worlds.
After playing with the idea for a little while, she glanced at the body’s shocked expression, having a sudden change of heart upon realizing how priceless it looked. "What was I thinking? Keeping Spitfire's lifeless corpse as a trophy is an instant turn-on, I wouldn't trade it for an annoying fanfilly."
She played with, fucked, and talked dirty to the body for hours. She choked and physically abused it, huffing the words "You're dead... you're dead... dead..." over and over again. She pretended to kill her in every way she could think of and Spitfire’s frozen facial expression matched everything. In Rainbow’s imagination, the last moments on the altar were relived over and over again.
But as her libido wore off yet again and it got late, she started worrying that having a corpse in her room was maybe a little too spooky, her nerves still on edge from all of the day’s events. (Not that a mare named Rainbow Danger Dash was afraid of a dead body, no, not at all.)
Rainbow couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in her gut from being the focus of Spitfire's shocked stare which seemed to follow her no matter where she was. She put the body in the closet so she could try to get some sleep without the paranoia of being constantly watched. She dreamed that the gaping hole of Spitfire's pussy was birthing small tendril-like stallion cocks that merged into one supernatural demon cock.
Just then, she heard a bump in the closet and snapped awake. Rainbow hid under her covers, reciting to herself that it was not real as the closet door creaked open slowly.
She felt Spitfire climb into the bed with her. "No... this can't be... no". Spitfire yanked the covers off Rainbow and grabbed her by the neck, causing her to scream like a filly. She was lifted into the air and forced to look at Spitfire's fearsome visage: her eyes had become completely black and her mouth smiled cruelly. Demonic Spitfire looked evilly at Rainbow’s feeble cock and reached for it.
Rainbow slapped the invading hoof away and used her own hooves to guard her cock which she instinctively felt protective of. "Spitfire, I’m sorry for raping you! Don’t hurt me please!" Just then she noticed the huge pulsing cock Spitfire was sporting and knew this wouldn’t end well.
Spitfire tried to line up Rainbow's pussy with her cock, but Rainbow kept squirming with all of her might. She kept getting choked harder, until she gave in and let herself get impaled. The cock was way too big for comfort, especially when it started thrusting violently. Rainbow screamed hysterically at feeling her body being violated, her virginity coming to an abrupt end.
Rainbow may have considered escaping, but getting violently raped prevented her from having any coherent thoughts. As the huge cock pounded her mercilessly, she closed her eyes, sobbed, and waited for it to stop.
The demonic cock was so huge that Rainbow couldn’t pull herself off in her instinctive attempts to get away from the pain. The monster got more violent, using one hoof to hold her neck and the other to punch her face. Rainbow hysterically shouted, "What do you want from me?" It said nothing. "You got me, I give up! Just stop hitting me, please!"
Rainbow removed the hooves guarding her crotch to cover her battered tear-stained face as Spitfire instantly took the opportunity to repurpose the hoof that was punching Rainbow and grabbed her cock in a vice-like grip. She cruelly started tugging it, softly at first to scare her, but then using more force.
Electricity ran up Spitfire’s cock while it erupted with a surge of demonic red cum that never seemed to end as she kept thrusting relentlessly. The electrocution caused Rainbow to spasm uncontrollably and scream as her own violent orgasm erupted. Right in the middle of her orgasm, Rainbow felt the force with which Spitfire was tugging at her cock reach completely new levels of pain as her little cock was ripped straight off her body.
The possessed corpse threw her down on the bed and went back to fucking and strangling her. Rainbow's trauma continued until she finally passed out from being choked.
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The next morning, Rainbow woke up rather peacefully, yet felt sore all over. She noticed her sheets were well kept, as if somepony else had straightened them up. That’s when she remembered what happened the night before, and quickly went to the closet door to cautiously peek inside. Spitfire’s body was there, looking relatively normal and without a cock.
"Everypony but Twilight would think I’m crazy, but I’m not sure I should pay her a visit since I’m tired of freaky shit happening."
All things considered, she physically endured the rape rather well; she only had some cuts and bruises. The place that her cock was ripped off had healed up nicely as if there was no injury or cock in the first place.
She bandaged herself up and tried to go about her normal day, but she kept thinking about what happened the previous night. She remembered it almost like a dream; it may have been traumatic at the time it was happening, but it didn't seem all that scary in the light of day.
Her weather duties boring her to death, she decided she needed excitement at any cost. Rainbow was an adrenaline junky, she enjoyed putting herself on the line. She eventually decided to sleep one more night at her place, just to make sure that it wasn’t a dream and her wounds weren't self-inflicted in a haze of excitement.
As night fell, it all happened again: Rainbow got hardcore raped. It was even more thrilling the second time, even if she didn’t want to admit to herself that she liked it.
She kept up the routine night after night. Spitfire got a bigger cock every time and got incrementally more violent which entertained Rainbow to no end. She figured that she was eventually going to be raped to death and that thought thrilled her to the core of her being.
After a week of this however, Rainbow's infatuation with the situation had begun to wear off. She had serious doubts about the choices she was making, the brutal violence was not only taking a toll on her body but also on her personality. She began acting very depressed, got one ear pierced (the other had been gnawed off), and dyed one of her mane's stripes black. She looked hotly roughed up and sported some bruises along her body as well as missing some of her feathers and tufts of hair from her mane and tail.
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She collapsed onto her bed, curling up with a meager bottle of apple cider for the night and sobbed. "What am I bucking doing with my life? Am I really going to keep doing this until I die, is that how fucking worthless I am!? Was the whole point of my miserable, pathetic existence only so that I could enjoy being dead by comparison? This is so fucked up I just want it all to end... I don't want to be me anymore; I can't even leave the house because of my sprained wings. Please, Spitfire, please end me." She cried for a few minutes until she heard the closet door slowly creep open.
It appeared that Spitfire had razor sharp teeth this time which Rainbow never saw before and hoped this would be the end. She began to feel the familiar thrill of danger, her sobbing ceasing as she instinctively gave in to her habit of touching herself. She smiled as her dark side quickly took over, "Yes... my body is so deliciously worthless. I'm so very fucking happy that it's going to be snuffed out. Fuck, I'm going to get off so hard."
It moved its head towards her cunt and she shivered with excitement. She spoke with arousal, "You've been dutifully punishing me, I can see you have a passion for what you do. But now, I'm asking you to perform me one last service: fuck me up, end me, and rape my corpse as I raped yours. I'm so fucking killable right now, just look at my battered, fucked up body: it's fucking ready."
Spitfire sniffed at her nethers and Rainbow whispered, “Come on, take a bite... You know it’s tasty, just do it.”
Spitfire was unusually gentle, almost caressing it with her lips. Rainbow didn’t like this at all, she wanted to feel those wicked teeth on her pussy meat.
“What’s up with the lack of enthusiasm? You’re gonna like the taste so dig in!”
Spitfire started to nibble a little harder, which made Rainbow more excited. After some time of Spitfire not making any progress or noticeable damage, Rainbow became impatient. It almost seemed that Spitfire was teasing her purposefully by not giving her what she wanted the most, so she started losing hope for a thrilling ride.
“Come on you have sharp teeth today and you’re being a bitch that can’t even properly bite!”
Suddenly, Spitfire aggressively buried her face in her nether regions and nibbled hard right on her clit, drawing some blood in the process. Rainbow felt waves of shock and pleasure wash through her body at the unexpected pain in her most sacred bit. Just as she was about to come from the nibbling and grinding sensations on her clit, Spitfire bit down on it with all her might and tore it and surrounding flesh straight off her body.
Rainbow screamed at the top of her lungs as pain overwhelmed her sobered mind and she instinctively tried to get away from the threat. At that moment she truly realized that if she didn’t escape this would be the end for her. She rolled off the bed and backed away towards a wall as it was the only thing she could do with her wings plucked and sprained as they were. The demon launched through the air and tackled her, holding her back against the wall while sinking its jaws into her throat.
For a while Rainbow just hung there, teeth embedded into her soft, vulnerable throat flesh and getting tighter, her legs kicking weakly. She looked sadly into the distance but then smiled serenely. She considered rubbing her marehood, but the mere knowledge that her death was fast-approaching was enough to get her off. She rubbed her hind legs against each other as long as she could until she spasmed uncontrollably and had a mind-melting orgasm. Her last surge of vaginal fluids leaked out onto the floor.
Rainbow was slammed to the ground, the jarring sensation reminding her that she was still weakly alive. She rolled onto her stomach and guarded her bleeding throat, leaving her backside vulnerable which prompted the demon to sink its teeth in between her wing blades.
Rainbow tensed up and thrashed around from having her spine penetrated, the demon’s teeth sinking only deeper and sucking out her fluids. She suddenly felt another super-intense orgasm racking through her body and it lasted a long-while as she felt a continuous pulling and gnawing sensations in her back. Suddenly there was a loud crack causing her to go numb below the waist. Rainbow felt dead inside after the pleasure was cut off and she just laid there like a dead mare.
The demon released her neck and started dragging her beaten body to the window, all the while leaving blood stains behind. Once they reached the window, she casually threw Rainbow over the edge into the rainy night.
Worn out from the orgasm, her emotions receded and for a moment she dumbly glided downwards, knowing she was going to fall to her death at any second but still hoping to make it down safely. She tried to slow her descent but her battered wings couldn't amend for the drag that her paralyzed hind legs were producing and she plummeted to the ground, her last thought being that she shouldn't have kept the body.
Rainbow landed with a splash into a pond, then doggy paddled until she washed-up on shore. She laid there cold, wet, and miserable, hoping for someone to come along and save her.
Before long, Twilight showed up. “Dash!? What happened to you?”
“I’ve been through hell, Twilight, please just get me to a hospital.” She sounded weak and on the verge of fainting from extensive bleeding.
“I can heal you instead, let me do it. Besides, do you really want to explain to the doctors how you got all these horrible injuries? I can already tell that at least one of them will be very tricky and embarrassing to explain.”
Rainbow tried to look down at her bleeding marehood for herself and failed. “Yeah, I suppose I can’t argue with you there. It’s all in your hooves now, Twi.”
Twilight hoisted Rainbow’s body onto her back. “Then we’re going to my place. You’re going to be okay.”
Rainbow thanked her and soon lost consciousness from exhaustion and blood loss.
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She awoke to Twilight’s snuggles, finding herself back in the hut feeling sore but otherwise completely healed. Twilight stopped cuddling long enough to put a fresh glass of water into Rainbow’s hooves.
She sipped the water while looking herself over. “Twi, you’re a miracle worker, I thought I was a goner.”
"It’s no problem at all my dear Dashie, the secret to healing is love,” she cooed, rubbing a hoof through Rainbow’s mane, noticing the black stripe. “...you just don’t look the same. What happened to you back there? Did you have an accident?”
Rainbow suddenly had a burst of recollection, which caused her to jerk her head in alarm. "Spitfire turned into a monster and is trying to kill me!"
Twilight calmly rubbed a hoof on her shoulder. "Whoa, relax... can you hear how you said that? You’re letting yourself freak out."
Rainbow then settled back into a relaxed state, feeling relieved by the gesture. "Sorry, I was still shell-shocked because I’ve felt alone and afraid against Spitfire for so long."
"Dawww, poor Dashie, you should have came to see me sooner. I can tell you’ve been through a lot, but it doesn’t matter now, what’s important is that you are safe with me."
"Oh, okay… I trust you Twilight. But what are we going to do now?"
"I’m going to show you how much I love you," Twilight said as she kissed Rainbow on the lips.
Rainbow blushed and tried to distance herself from Twilight, “Whoa, Twilight, we’re just friends, best friends, what are you doing?”
“Shhhhh… just relax...” Twilight performed some more hugging and kissing, with Rainbow’s resistance quickly weakening. Before long they were both lost in the moment of romantic passion. Twilight suddenly stuck a hoof in Rainbow’s cunt which caused her face to turn red.
“Um... Twi, this is moving really fast. You want to consummate our friendship all of a sudden?” She felt Twilight’s hoof start to rub softly. “You’re going to get me all riled up... are we really going to do it?”
“Of course, I’m a naughty mare and I love to do naughty things with my friends. I even put something in your water to help you enjoy yourself~”
Rainbow felt euphoria coming on, even after hearing this. “It’s a good thing I have a fetish for being dominated… oops, did I really say that? Oh, but I thought you were trying to make this romantic, wasn’t that the plan?”
“What’s not romantic about me drugging you and then gently raping you under the most dangerous of circumstances?”
Rainbow was worried for a moment, before deciding Twilight was just being silly. “Ha-ha Twilight, you’re a very kinky mare! In any case, this is going to be so awesome.” /)^O^(\
“Let’s give that pussy of yours the affection it never got from mean ol’ Spitfire.” She began kissing and licking Rainbow’s ripe pussy.
Rainbow panted blissfully as she asked the question she had been pondering a while now. "I was wondering… did you... curse... Spitfire's body?"
"Yes I did, my tasty little bluebird. Her body can be possessed remotely, so it was really me who has been playing with you all this time and I had so much fun doing it~"
Rainbow felt arousal and fear wash over her. "Why would you do that Twilight?"
“It was just a game! I always cleaned up your room after our playtime and I never meant to hurt you, please forgive me for playing so rough. Now you can appreciate a gentler game, where I give you the pleasure you deserve.”
“Oh, Twi, I can always forgive you... just keep licking me like that…”
Twilight removed her mouth teasingly, licked her lips clean with a wicked grin, and gave a predatory look. She nudged Rainbow playfully towards the altar.
Rainbow was getting really into her role. “So now I’m your prey and you are shoving me towards the... Ah-Ha! I can see where this is going.”
“You’ve finally caught on to my devious plan, I see,” said Twilight cheerfully.
Rainbow Dash laughed, “Hey, come on Twilight, we’re friends, you wouldn’t make me your sexy pony sacrifice now would you?”
Twilight chirped happily, “Oh yes, Rainbow, you are going to be my…” she tackled Rainbow’s legs and playfully bit them. “sexy... helpless… consumable... sacrifice.”
“Ha, just make me!” Rainbow wiggled out of Twilight’s grasp and backed up until her back was touching the altar.
“Come on, all I want to do is snuff out your yummy little life.” Twilight tightly hugged Rainbow by the torso and lifted her up, making direct loving eye contact. “Why would you try to wiggle out of it, can’t you see how much I want this?” she asked, gingerly laying Rainbow’s backside down on the altar.
Rainbow suddenly realized the apparent danger through her hazy thoughts. “Whoa, Twilight, these really are dangerous circumstances; I’m not sure I want to play.”
“Shhhhh… you’ll love this game, I promise~”
“Twilight, I’ve been through enough scary games for one lifetime and it’s really killing me.”
“Oh come on, I would have thought you were comfortable with being afraid by now. Look on the bright side: whether I’m pretending to sacrifice you or I really sacrifice you, you are going to have the most profound, intense sexual experience either way, now doesn’t that sound like a good deal?”
Rainbow felt slightly comforted by this logic; as there was no other choice. “Twilight, I want you to know that I trust you completely.”
Twilight shook her head. “While I appreciate that, you can’t be sure what I have in store for you, my sweet little Dashie. Anyway, I can at least assure you one thing: I promise I won’t be letting you go without a fight.”
Rainbow was still suspicious, but she decided to put up with it nonetheless. “Oh, okay, Twi… just one question. What do you mean by not letting me go?”
“Don’t you like surprises?”
Suddenly, Twilight stuck her magically charged horn into Rainbow’s snatch and vibrated it pleasantly. At the same time, the altar was softly stimulating her whole body.
“Twilight, I can’t control myself with your horn in there. I’m going to cum!”
“Then cum!~” Her horn electrocuted Dash’s pussy trying to force it to start cumming on its own.
"Twilight, please, no!" she choked on the words and tried desperately to get away, but Twilight’s forehooves held her firmly in place. Rainbow thought about hitting Twilight on the head, but she really didn’t want things to get violent since this could all be a sex game… maybe. That, and she would lose in ten seconds flat if not sooner.
“Damn it, CUM!” Twilight ramped up the voltage tremendously, causing sparks to fly everywhere and the smell of burnt flesh to permeate the room as Rainbow’s pussy started smoking.
Rainbow felt the intense tug on her soul which was threatening to breach. The orgasm finally started and her cutie mark began to slowly fade. “ARRGGH!!!” A tendril from the altar was now lodged into her pussy along with the horn.
“I’ve got your soul, Dash!” Twilight’s horn flared as she powered up her own magic. The forces balanced out and an eerie calm settled over them.
Rainbow whined, “What’s going on?”
Twilight’s horn stayed buried in her cunt. “I’ve grabbed onto your soul with my magic and the succubus is about to fight me for it once it figures out what I’ve done. You’re going to be caught in the middle of a tug-of-war between me and the forces of the altar until my magic runs out and I’m forced to let go. I don’t stand a chance against a demon this powerful, but I love to do this because I have horngasms that last almost a minute."
Rainbow felt betrayal and intense fear. “Why would you do this to me Twilight? Hold on a second… you did this before!?”
"Ah, Poor Dashie, please don't hold this against me. Once my horn tasted the level of pleasure this altar can provide it became too delicious to pass up. Ha-ha, it just feels too good.”
“Please don’t let me go, Twi!”
“Tsk tsk, there’s no way to save you and you’re going to wish I would let you go so that the soul rape could end, but I won’t. As for your soul, well, it’s going to have a very bumpy ride on it’s way to its new permanent resting place, but my pleasure is totally worth it! Give my regards to Spitfire."
“Twilight, you are not like your normal self! Can’t you see how wrong this is!?”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes, of course I do. If I didn’t believe that sacrificing you was wrong then I wouldn’t know just how naughty I’m being, now would I?”
“ARRGGH, Twi, I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Rainbow got angry, “Can’t you spare me some compassion, some sympathy, for dooming me, the element of loyalty, your best friend, to death?”
Twilight lightened her tone. “Of course I feel sympathy for you, that’s why your tears are going to be so delicious to lick up, which reminds me I’ll have to get at them after you’re dead.” She tried to speak with love, “If there’s one thing that you can trust, it’s that I appreciate the richness of your sacrifice, your innocent soul really is precious.”
Rainbow’s anger faded and gave place to extreme fear. There was no getting out of the intensity of the looming soul rape so she started crying hysterically. She tried to pull away, but the altar held her down firmly with its invisible tendrils that were suddenly getting tighter.
Twilight reacted quickly to the succubus going on the offensive. "Time to pull...!" Her horngasm began. Twilight clinched the soul with an iron grip. Her eyes widened because she always forgot how mind-meltingly fucking good it felt. If her horn were not as strong, it would have been crushed or ripped apart by the forces, but it was as solid as a rock and felt like a rock. She held herself in that state of bliss as long as she could.
Rainbow’s cunt shot out ridiculous amounts of cum mixed with blood around the horn, getting Twilight’s mane wet. Dash thrashed her hooves around violently, her mind completely gone. She felt herself become one with Twilight's horn and it was the most intense out-of-body experience ever. She completely went into dumb-shock and didn't have two neurons to relay together. She let herself be pulled in the tug-of-war like a mindless rope.
After close to a minute, Twilight was in dumb ecstasy and the freakiest smile was plastered across her face. She could feel that the ride would soon end, though, as she was losing magic quickly. She suddenly came off her high, feeling like a speeding train that had come to a dead halt.
Rainbow’s cutie mark rapidly disappeared as she felt herself sucked into the altar and there she stayed. She could not think; she could only feel intense orgasm forever and ever. This began to feel like a new normal to her and she was quite okay with it.
Twilight panted and backed out, sexually satisfied on so many levels. She could honestly turn down rape right now, but she was sure she'd be dying for more tomorrow. She would have to enjoy being satisfied as long as it lasted.
She used a towel to wipe the bloody shaft of her horn clean.
“Pussy will always be my favorite food. Dripping with cum… it’s so mouth-watering.”
She took a big healthy bite of Rainbow’s pussy, savoring the raw taste and gulping it down. She finished all of it and licked up the huge puddle of cum on the altar.
Twilight ate up her nipples as well, sweet milk squirting out as they burst. She gave a little burp after she was done.
Twilight dragged Rainbow’s corpse off the altar, hoisted it on her back, and flew outside. She placed it in a dangerous hunting ground to be eaten by wild beasts, such as timberwolves or manticores.
She loved to observe animal hunting behavior, so she settled down some distance away, finding a hiding spot between bushes and watching intently for some action.
Eventually all manner of beasts were drawn to it, tasting and gnawing at it as more and more showed up. Eventually they had to fight over the corpse. One bit down on her neck while the other sank its teeth into her hind hoof, resulting in them tugging until Rainbow’s corpse was ripped apart. Then it was a free-for-all eating up all of the meaty remains. It was grisly, but oh so sexy to see that she wasn’t even struggling and never would again.
Knowing that her best friend Rainbow was now dead felt so amazing. As she licked her wet hoof, she decided she was surely going to see to it that her other friends shared the same fate.
