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_Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Whitekitten | March 2021 | 6182 Words_

Oh Celestia... Oh buck! Buck, buck, buck, this is bad. Bad was an understatement. For weeks, from the time she was first kidnapped out of her home in Ponyville, Rarity had bounced through various channels of captivity. Of course, she couldn't be sure exactly how long it had been since the New Equestria Order kicked down her door, but the white-furred ex-fashionista knew that her time living as a free mareslut had come to an abrupt and awful end. The mare had been hooded tight with thick, light-blocking black fabric, the fit made easier now that her flowing purple mane was shaved down to flesh. Guided by the firm hand of one of her shemale jailors, one of many brutish guards who raped and abused her on her travel, Rarity could only keep quiet as she followed in the dark. The last time she tried to speak, she was struck across the snout hard enough to shatter a tooth. So she remained quiet.

But she wasn't alone. Rarity knew she was surrounded by at least two others, their nervous and shy gasps and shudders the only comfort the ex-fashionista had in the darkness of her hood. Occasionally, a voice would gasp aloud something more substantial, a pleading moan or a cry of 'no, please' when one of the guards forced an idle finger into one of their juicy cunts. Yet unlike so many other days, Rarity noticed that she hadn't been raped quite as hard. Nor did any of the guards raw fuck their own pleasure out of her or the others between stops on the way to their destination. Clearly, they were meant to be kept somewhat clean for whatever fate awaited them. Somewhat being the operative term.

"I know you watch the show often," a familiar voice rung in Rarity's head, the nervous mare swiveling her ears as she realized her old friend Spike the dragon was speaking. When the NEO took over, the young male dragon was among the first to leave Ponyville. But instead of disappearing into the machinery, he found himself promoted up the chain. Spike quickly curried favor with the new regime, and for his reward, became the host of a premier, and feared, cooking show. "But just a reminder, we'll be live in two, we do our intro, and th-"

"Yes, my dear, yes..." A second voice, speaking from just next to Spike, sent a cold chill down Rarity's spine. Calm, sickeningly sweet, and utterly horrifying, the voice of Princess Celestia carried beautifully through the room, striking fear into the nervous mares that stood mere inches from their shemale overlord. "Just remember, today is going to be very special for you. It is the last day of your probationary period, my dear. If you pass today's little test, you will have many, many more comfortable years in the New Equestria Order." There was something utterly horrifying at how she called it a test. Especially knowing her own history with Spike. Rarity whimpered Celestia's name as if praying to her goddess could save her, even knowing her goddess was here solely to kill her.

"I won't let you down, Mistress," Spike said aloud with his usual candor, followed only by a short pause before the sound of canned applause filled the room. "Good evening everyone, and welcome to Equestria's hottest snuff mare cooking show, Spice Up Your Death with Spike the Dragon!" The words only confirmed exactly what Rarity dreaded most of all, that she and the others were slated to die, live on national television for an audience of adoring shemale predators and horrified mares alike. "I'm your host, Spike the Dragon, and today we've got a very special guest with us. For the final show of our first season, we are here with a long-time fan of the show. You might even say she helped make it all happen! Please welcome, our dearest leader Princess Celestia!" The canned applause whipped up to a fevered pitch. Despite still being hooded, Rarity could practically feel the room swell with her goddess's presence.

"Thank you, Spike, for inviting me on here today. You have such a way with mare meat, how could I not be a fan?" The soft chuckle that escaped her muzzle seemed to betray Celestia's burning sadism.

"It's going to be a fun episode. But first, the rules! You all know them by now, I get presented with three snuff-mares, and I have to come up with a dinner that uses all of them."

"And I've picked out three special mares for you to work with today, one of them you know quite intimately..." The words didn't sit well with Rarity, her heart sinking in her chest as she realized that back before the NEO took power, Spike had more than just a hometown crush on her. The dragon practically pleaded to be her boyfriend, his head-over-heels love for her only receiving the occasional snide comment back or silly kiss on the forehead for his effort. Was that the test that Celestia talked about? To see if he would murder his lover from so many years ago.

A flood of hot lights broke through the blackness of her hood, spotlights illuminating the three unfortunate girls as they stood before their own deaths. Spike's heavy dragon paws padded across the stage, a nervous squeak escaping the mouth of the unfortunate girl he approached first. "Ahhh, yes, and let's see who we have here..." The sound of rustling cloth, few nervous whimpers and prods preceded the exclamation, "Ohhh, yes! Cheerilee, I believe you used to be the Ponyville teacher, weren't you? Mmm... a little on the fatty side, aren't you? I bet you'd look so cute crying as you dive headfirst into the grinder to make some bright pink sausage meat!" Cheerliee's moaning cries caught in her throat as Spike stepped over to his next meal. "Ohhh, Mistress Celestia, you sure know how to have a Ponyville reunion today! Someone special to suffer, it's my old - yuck, can't believe I'm saying this - boss Twilight Sparkle." The sound of a kiss being forced into her muzzle, the dragon's sloppy tongue stealing a kiss from the femscum mare who kept him subjugated as number two. "I always did think you'd go well on the grill. Scream and cry while nice char marks line your body."

It was, however, when Rarity felt those firm, clawed fingers grasp around her hood, that the gravity of her situation came crashing down. The lights of the cooking show sound stage flared in her dark-adjusted eyes, spots peppering away to reveal the face of the dragon who had once clawed so desperately to be her lover. His time amidst the NEO had treated him pretty well, the little simp having bulked up and built into the charismatic, if perhaps a little cocky, celebrity chef. Yet as he stood there, Rarity could tell the bewildered look on his face betrayed his true emotions.

"H-Hey, S- Spikey-Wikey..." Rarity swallowed, trying to call back to the cute names she used to call him when they lived in Ponyville. The purple-and-green dragon just stared, clawed fingers grasping at the cloth hood as he turned his gaze sidelong to Mistress Celestia.

"You... You really want me to..." Spike bit his tongue before he said something he would regret.

"Your challenge, my dear, is to sacrifice the remnants of your former life. Your upbringing, your work, and..." Celestia smirked as she graced a hand upon Rarity's cheek, causing the mare to shudder. "Your little lover." Acutely aware of the butterflies filling the little dragon's stomach, Celestia gave him a little push forwards, forcing him to press and grind up against his former crush. The dragon's cock was massive, a ridged and scaley monstrosity that was constantly flecked with blood, cum and cunt juices from thoroughly abused meat-girls. "You can do anything you wish to her," she crooned into his ear, causing the boy's shaft to throb against Rarity's thigh. "So long as you kill her."

For a moment, Celestia wondered if she had given the dragon an insurmountable challenge, the way his fingers gripped and relaxed betraying the turmoil in his mind. But after a short deliberation, Spike allowed his hand to reach out, brushing up along her supple white thigh. Squeezing against her cutie mark, Spike began to toy with her, grinding his hips firmer with each passing heartbeat. Clawed paws transitioned from Rarity's midriff up to her breasts, kneading, digging his talons in, and yanking until he drew blood at long last. The fashionista's hope melted away as she cried out in a tormented screech, silenced once again as Spike dove his tongue and muzzle hard into her open snout. Kissing her deeply and passionately, allowing her to taste the warmth of Twilight's spit still on his tongue, Spike forced his crush to savor the kiss she never gave him.

"Mmmm... A sweet dish of my sweetest Rarity," the dragon declared aloud, before stuffing his snout up against her ear. Hot breath washing over the nape of her neck, Spike whispered just below the microphone's threshold. "If you gave me a chance, I might have tried to save you. But you had to tease me and pretend I didn't exist." Returning to his presenting voice, Spike turned back to the rows of cameras just across the cooking and preparation surfaces, declaring, "I think my old crush deserves a special preparation tonight."

Celestia of course had eyes on Twilight's bookish body, the little purple pony struggling in her goddess's grip as she was dragged over towards the heavy metal grill. Spike, on the other hand, had his claws right on Rarity's arm, quickly reaching out to snatch Cheerilee too as he brought the nervous schoolteacher along with him towards the industrial meat grinder he loved so much.

"Mmm-Mmm, you know, I think we should make something special tonight. I've been in the mood for a nice poultry dish, it's been a while since we've cooked a gryphon on our show, but I suppose a three-course filthy meat-mare dinner ought to do."

"What are you thinking, Spike?" asked Celestia as she gripped the back of Twilight's head, the horrified meat-mare squealing out a pained yelp just before feeling her shemale goddess force her thick cock between her jaws. It didn't take long for Celestia to jam herself deep inside the little slut's throat, Twilight's eyes going wide as she felt the massive length snake down her gullet. It felt like her Mistress had just shattered her voice box, the powerful mare-killer bottoming out just below her collarbone. "I'm just here to enjoy their deaths, so tell me what you want me to do." A little chuckle, followed by a wink to the camera, was all Celestia needed to say, canned laughter from the 'live audience' piped in to create such a surreal experience for the helpless captives.

"I'm thinking we can do an appetizer of grilled Twilight wings and drumsticks. And for the main course," Spike grinned as he gave Rarity a little prod to the belly. "I'm thinking a lovely Rarity 'turkey' filled to the brim with Cheerilee sausage stuffing." Cheerilee, of course, didn't seem too excited about her predicament, the nervous girl starting to struggle as she was forced to face the commercial-grade grinder. The towering appliance was a staple for the show, built of gleaming metal blades and massive sieves to separate out bone and inedible parts of the meat. "So first, let's get our little turkey girl all comfortable. Fans of the show might recognize this little toy of ours."

Forcing Cheerilee to the side to wait her turn, Spike grabbed Rarity from both sides, using his clawed hands to force his little captive mare down onto all fours. "P-please... Please Spike, y- you don't have to do this..." Rarity finally spoke up, always a brazen thing for a meatcunt to do on live television. Even more so to address the host directly. Spike didn't say anything, instead dragging a flexible metal-tipped tube from the side of the machine. Casually walking up behind his ex-crush's body, the dragon started to knead her shoulders playfully with his paws, the firm metal nozzle of the tube pressed up against Rarity's cheek. The little mareslut tried to hold back her first tears, whimpering as she felt his cock grind forward, the scale-armored length dripping precum down the small of her back.

"Ohhh, I don't have to." Tracing his paws down the whimpering mare's back, Spike growled as he teased the nozzle down Rarity's ass cheeks. The thick metal tube-tip was bigger than anything she had ever taken, the edges sharpened just enough to help it gain purchase if the victim resisted. Pressing the nozzle up against Rarity's tender pucker, the dragon chef growled in a low rumble, "I want to." Perfect timing could not have been better achieved as the nozzle thrust into Rarity's well-raped ass, the little slut screeching out as she only somewhat yielded to the thick metal tube. What did not move sliced into the flesh of her colon, coring off a thin layer of bloody flesh that drooled back down the flexible clear tube as Spike pushed it all the way inside of her body.

At the exact same moment, a second screech filled the room. Having removed her fat cock from Twilight's throat, Celestia had used her goddess abilities to lift the choking and sputtering Twilight off the ground. In one fell swoop, she planted Twilight ass-down upon the seething hot iron grill grate, the girl letting out a horrified scream as her rump and cunt fillet began to sear and char-broil over the flames. The pair's sudden tandem agonized screams were unintentional - normally Spike was supposed to only cook one at a time, for ease of hearing and also to draw out the torture. The little earpiece Spike was wearing chattered away loudly; the producers could see the noise levels taxing their expensive equipment and were giving Spike a piece of their mind. At least one of the girls needed to quiet down awhile. Celestia couldn't help but shoot a knowing smirk back to Spike before gripping Twilight's shoulders tight. Doubling her forward over her ample, meaty thighs, Celestia slammed her cock down the meat-cunt's throat, finally shutting her up.

_Music to my ears..._Spike thought to himself as the screams were replaced with choking gurgles. "There we go. We got the barbecue 'chicken' on the grill, we got the sausage stuffer all set up in our little 'turkey.' " Leaving Rarity struggling on all fours, her beautiful white pelt quickly staining red with blood, the dragon chef turned his gaze towards a horrified Cheerilee. "Now we just need the meat." She tried to take a step backwards, eyes darting to the left and the right and only seeing the brutish faces of security that would stop her. It was too late anyways; Spike was upon her before she had a chance to run. Grabbing Cheerilee by the arm, he twisted it behind her back, wrenching it tight as he marched her back towards the massive meat grinder.

"N- No! No, no, no, no, no," Cheerilee whimpered, her feet stepping in the growing puddle of Rarity's blood staining the floor as she was pushed towards the mouth of the heavy metal grinder. It was all she could say, again and again stammering out each worried plea in the presence of that gaping maw that killed so many before her. Cheerilee could see the burrs and tines of the grinder's thick counter-rotating wheels. Each one glistened ominously in the bright stage lights and reflecting hints of her own face off the cold metal.

Playfully, Spike made a show of 'offering' the hopper mouth to the horrified pony, licking his chops as he called, "Okay, get in!" The sweet gesture, allowing her to literally kill herself on her own terms, did not sit well with Cheerilee for some reason, the stout mare's muzzle curling to a pout as she dug a hoof into the ground defiantly. "Oh, no?" Spike shot a glance over to Celestia, who had choked out Twilight hard enough she lay twitching, mostly unconscious on the grill. Thick and steamy wafts of fragrant grilled pony scent roiled up around her ample breasts and hips. "Well I guess I'll just have to make you, won't I?"

Looming over Cheerilee's brave but fruitless resistance, Spike didn't hesitate to stop her defiant streak, slapping the former schoolteacher hard across the face. A second gut-shot struck her right in the stomach, forcing her to bend over as hot, globular tears pattered down onto the ground. Spike yanked the horrified pony, turning her stumbling body around and forcing her to face head-first into the maw of the meat grinder. But he wasn't quite done, still wanting to play with his dish a little longer. Instead of forcing her straight into the metal tines, he pulled Cheerilee backwards to grind against his scaly cock, making sure to keep her back bent forward and muzzle faced into the jaws that would end her life.

Camera-ponies rushed to get the shot, the cold glass lenses picking up the tiny pearl of precum welled up at the tip of Spike's cock. Closing his eyes, the chef casually reached down to adjust his meaty knob, giving the tip a rub against Cheerilee's supple and soft pussy, before slowly pressing into her tender folds.

"Nnngh, O- Oh Celestia!" She cried, the tight walls of her cunt obviously not as broken as her puffy and gaping asshole.

"Mmmm... That's it... Take it all, sweetheart." Clawed paws gripping firm into the wide-hipped mare's tight little ass. Squeezing her plush rump tight, Spike slammed her hips into his groin, thrusting his massive, draconic shaft hard into her ass with enough force to nearly puncture her cervix. If the fore stroke didn't ruin her, the backstroke would; the scaled plating of Spike's massive cock sliced into the walls of her supple pussy, the little slut screaming aloud as he raked her most tender passage. "They always clench so good."

Snarling, Spike began to plunge in and out of Cheerilee's tender cunt, a sloppy mixture of blood and pussy juices slickening her up just enough to glide his massive shaft in and out. Groaning with each powerful thrust, the dragon chef began to shuffle forward, inching his steps closer and closer to the grinder's open hopper. "Long-time listeners know my rule with the grinder. I never pulp a girl who doesn't want it..."

Rarity had recovered just enough of her senses to stare up at Spike's massive body from the floor below. As heavy tears flowed from her eyes, the meat-mare gasped as she felt a cold touch caress against her back that flooded over her body. With the grace of a noble shemale, Celestia lifted her up off the floor, nudging the broken and anally-invaded fashionista to crawl forward on her hands and knees towards Spike's taught and muscled ass. Compelled by the magicks of her once beloved goddess, Rarity gasped as she nuzzled up against the dragon's thick ass, the sudden intrusion causing Spike to peer back over his shoulder at the broken girl. Giving her a little smirk, the dragon growled as he reached back to spread his ass open wide, the sweaty hole wafting a thick musk and body odor into her nose with each nervous breath in.

"Awww, you're feeling left out?" Spike hissed through his teeth as he continued to plow Cheerilee closer and closer to the grinder. "I always thought you were simply amazing..." He growled as Mistress Celestia forced Rarity to lean into his tight ass, running her tongue against the dragon's supple pucker. Delving the wet digit in deep, Spike moaned aloud as his ex-crush debased herself on national television, eating out his sweaty ass till her tongue lapped deep enough to caress his prostate. Giving his pleasure spot the best eating out it'd ever received, Spike nearly lost control of himself then and there, the dragon's firm bucking turning wild and ungainly as he lost himself in pleasure from both ends. A second later, he felt the grinder suddenly spring to life; a ripping noise, like a dozen buzz saws all activating at once, was followed quickly by something hot and wet splattering over his chest. Eyes lidding open, Spike smirked as Cheerilee figured out how he got around that little self-imposed rule.

The red-furred mare was bumped face-first into the grinder by Spike's erratic thrusting. Only once she had edged close enough to practically make out with the blades, did she finally attempt to save herself. Planting both hooves on either edge of the metal hopper, Cheerilee accidentally triggered the touch capacitive circuit that controlled the grinder. In an instant, hot metal blades nabbed her muzzle, shearing off her snout and facial meat in one horrid rip, leaving the girl with the broken, rounded remnants of a skull. Blood went everywhere, the horrified meat-mare only realizing what had happened when it was far too late. A surprised screech gurgled out of her mouth just in time for Spike to force her in face-first with the next thrust.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck..." Spike moaned as Cheerilee's skull connected with the grinder blades, her pained clench turning frantic as the blood-tinted grinder chewed through her synapses all at once. As her brain and upper skull was obliterated in the grip of the massive blades, the dead bitch's legs bucked and kicked, twitchy and uncontrolled. Feeling her tender snatch tighten and squeeze around his cock, Spike picked up his thrusting pace. This was the moment he waited for when grinding a snuff-mare, when their terror turned to futile twitches and struggles. Each slap of his hips up against Cheerilee's plush ass sent her decapitated body deeper into the grinder, causing the whole corpse to vibrate like a disgusting masturbator sleeve.

She would never feel the way his hips bucked into her clenching cunt, the tender folds spasming and squeezing down as her death throes milked Spike's desperate shaft. "Mnnpfh, here it comes, sweetheart..." Spike snarled, his balls tensing as he picked up speed, his fat nuts swinging between Cheerliee's thighs as he plowed into her twitching pussy from behind. Smoke snorted out his nostrils as he passed the point of no return, the first rope of thick cum rocketing out of Spike's cock just before he slammed in deep. The thrust sent a hot gush of warm seed spilling out the edges of her abused lips. Unable to hold back, the dragon's massive shaft blasted a hot load deep into Cheerilee's twitching body, the front half cleanly chewed up by the grinder's relentless blades. "See how much she wanted it? She turned it on all by herself." Reaching down, Spike chuckled as he swiped a paw along her folds, suckling a taste off his fingers. "Mmm... Tastes like her corpse hit orgasm too. Must have been desperate to die."

The metal teeth had caught just enough purchase on Cherrilee's corpse, tugging at entrails and bone to continue drawing her body into the machine. With a wet pop, her broken pussy slopped off Spike's cock, his shaft beautifully slick with blood, cum and feminine juices. But as the remnants of the former teacher's body disappeared into the machinery, a new horror struck the obediently suckling and lapping Rarity. With her face plastered to Spike's ass, she didn't even notice the mushy ground meat making its way out the grinder and through the tube behind her. At least until the first of the gooey and hot ground-Cheerilee pushed its way inside her broken and gaping ass.

"Mnnpfh?! MNN!!" she cried as she felt the machine extrude her former neighbor up and into her broken ass. At first, it felt almost soothing. The meat grinder did a wonderful job mechanically separating bone fragments from usable meat, the strange mixture churned to a perfect consistency as it was pushed along the outlet tube. But once the thick log of pony sausage had filled her ass, Rarity realized the pressure was building inside of her, swelling out her stuffed cavity and distending her stomach. Turning about after he was sure Rarity had cleaned out his ass, Spike gripped her muzzle on the cheek with a clawed paw. Slapping and grinding his cock on her face, he used the fashionista's silky white fur as a rag, toweling off his bloody shaft on her cheek. Yet despite the agony, Rarity managed to wheeze out a pained whine. "P-Please... It hurts..."

"Ohhh, does it hurt?" Spike asked softly, whispering as he received a nod from Rarity's head. "Yeah?" Reaching up to wipe her tear-filled eyes with his thumb, he added, "Does it hurt in your belly?" Without warning, the dragon gripped Rarity's distended stomach firmly, a sharp pain racking through her body as she cried aloud. "Awww... Did I just pop your gut?" He smirked as Rarity collapsed onto the floor, doubled over in pain. "That'll feel much better, all that good stuffing filling out your cavity, just like a good little turkey."

"C- Cold..." She whimpered aloud as the shock of having her gut burst open was amplified as her bowels ripped apart at the seams.

"And how's our 'wings and drumsticks' doing over there, Mistress Celestia?" Spike smiled warmly as he stood up, leaving Rarity to fill with the last of Cheerilee. Left to her own devices, even while simultaneously forcing the white-furred pony to eat out Spike's ass, Celestia had taken the opportunity to flip the thoroughly grilled Twilight Sparkle. Now laid upon her back, the nerdy little girl seemed quite out of it as Celestia worked her magic. The goddess was busy pumping her fat shemale cock deep into the girl's sweet cunt, while applying a liberal coating of sticky barbecue sauce to her char-marked frontside. All Twilight could do was revert to the training she had received to help turn her into an obedient little snuffslut. As her flame broiled snatch was violated by Celestia's monster shaft, the hopeless mare stammered out the same useless mantra that so many broken girls were forced to learn.

"I... I'm w- worthless mare meat... I'm worthless m- mare meat..." Over and over, she repeated the phrase, slurred and broken as her pain-addled mind struggled to speak it aloud. It was always Celestia's favorite thing to hear, a broken meat-mare fading to their death and still embracing their truest nature. As Twilight's crisp skin and seared lips crackled with each thrust of the shemale goddess's girthy cock, Spike couldn't help but lean in to give a deep smell of the fragrant air wafting off her body. The succulent scent of grilled pony was only enhanced with the sickeningly sweet perfume of barbecue sauce. Mistress Celestia spared nothing as she casually lathered on thick and heavy slathers with a cotton mop, occasionally getting a little too feisty with it and interrupting Twilight's repetitive mantra with a face full of sauce.

"A few more minutes and she'll be toast, then we can remove those limbs and let them cook juuust a bit longer," Spike said aloud to the cameras as he strode back to Rarity's broken and exhausted form. As the last dregs of Cheerilee pumped into her gut, the excess air causing her to belch aloud, Rarity looked practically swollen. It was clear that the stuffing had filled in every part of her abdominal cavity, collapsing her diaphragm upwards and forcing her to take shallow breaths to remain alive. Reaching under her arms from behind to pick her up, Spike couldn't help but give her tits a little squeeze with his clawed fingers as he deposited Rarity on the big, gleaming steel roaster pan. Nestled into the V-shaped rack, designed to keep a meat-mare posed and perky for the cameras, she looked worse than exhausted as she lay helpless before her killer.

Removing the hose nozzle from Rarity's broken ass, Spike browsed over his options before selecting a thick metal thermometer, designed to be as filling and hefty as a dildo. Before any of the Cheerilee sausage could squeeze out, Spike pushed the hefty instrument into his little pony turkey's hole. It took force to work it into position. With nowhere for the stuffing to go, Rarity gurgled out her throat as the metal skewer seated inside her body, the over-stuffing threatening to pop her chest cavity open. But Spike was a professional. If that happened, ground mare meat would collapse her lungs and quell her heart. Rarity was a revenge meal, and her lack of care for Spike was why he made sure she didn't die in the preparation process.

The agonized pony didn't take much effort to finish preparing. All the fight left her body as the shock of internal hemorrhage overwhelmed her. Instead, Rarity could only listlessly watch as her arms were tucked up to her shoulders like wings. Squishing her belly a little, Spike couldn't help but enjoy the sounds he got as he tucked her legs up like drumsticks - ankles tied to ass, then knees secured over her rounded and bulging belly. There was just one small preparation left...

Rarity had gotten off easy today, her violated ass and filthy, sweat-soaked mouth being the only parts that took abuse. Now, laid upon her back, the sweet girl's cunt was displayed so lewdly for everyone to see. One camera had even focused in fully, ensuring that any twitch or spasm could be caught on film and interpreted as 'pleasure' by the eager public. Yet Spike had exhausted himself fucking Cheerilee. And as he finished tying off Rarity's toes, the sound of Celestia's rutting orgasm into Twilight's dying cunt only confirmed his suspicions that his former crush might die without any attention paid to her pussy.

"I might have loved you, Rarity..." Spike crooned softly as he reached between those squirming thighs to play with Rarity's cherry-red clit, a soft gasp escaping his muzzle as he plied back the hood ever so softly. "Things might have been different, had the New Equestria Order not gotten to me first..." A rough and scaly pawpad began to grind on Rarity's clit, the agonized girl suddenly letting out a gasping squeak as her most intimate spot was violated. Rubbing soft circles against her tender nub, Spike focused on the soft, engorging flesh. Even with a gut full of ground sausage meat, Rarity tried to rock her hips back and forth, doing what little she could to bring some pleasure to her last minutes alive. For just a brief moment, she wondered what it would have been like to have Spike love her. Would he have protected her? Would he have tried to keep her safe from the NEO?

Just as the softest smile curled across her face, Rarity's eyes opened wide as the world shifted around her. One hand on the roasting pan, one still firmly groping her clit, Spike shoved Rarity backwards into the open oven door, the pre-heated death chamber idly waiting to accept its next victim. "N- No! No please, S- Spike!" Rarity cried, mustering what little courage she could, her screams perfectly timed as Twilight's gurgles faded off to nothing at long last. Heat-proof microphones captured the girl's desperate wail as the plumpened turkey-mare slipped into the embrace of the oven's glow.

"Goodbye snuff-cunt," Spike sneered as he reached down to slam the oven door in Rarity's face. The horrified turkey watched through the oven window as Spike didn't leave. Instead, his paw reached down to grope at his cock, making sure she understood he would watch every minute of her death while jerking off. Slow and steady, he worked over the scaled length to bring it back up to fullness. But it didn't take long for the oppressive heat to swell all around Rarity's body, forcing her to close her eyes tight at the oppressive heat.

Everyone faces their impending death in a different way. Some cry. Some struggle. Some curse their chef to choke on their remains. But Rarity... Rarity was just a little different. "Spike!" she screeched; her eyes lidded open just long enough to make eye contact before her breath sucked hot air into her lungs. "Please! I- I love you! I always loved you!" The unblinking eye of the camera caught every moment as Rarity twisted her body, contorting as her little 'wings' flapped uselessly against the rapidly heating roasting rack. "Nnnngh! H- Hot! Oh Celestia, it's hot! Please! Please I don- don't want to die! Please d- don't let me die, Spike!" The cries devolved quickly as each lungful of hot air scorched her windpipe and lungs, the roiling heat all about her causing her to thrash in place. "I- I- Too hot! Too... Can't- Out! Please! Sp- Sp-" That was when the first of a very long, and very final, scream hit Spike's ears.

A deep wail bellowed out of Rarity's chest, the mare's heat-stiffened breast jerking as she showed the first signs of losing her speech. Instead, a horrid scream left her muzzle, echoing in the tight confines of the oven. Peppered with half-phrases and hacking coughs, Rarity's screams turned feverish with each passing minute, the terror dissolving away to animalistic gurgles and grunts as her scorched lungs heaved in her chest. Everyone faced their impending death differently. But in Spike's kitchen, everyone eventually died. Watching carefully, edging his growing erection all the while, the dragon waited for his favorite moment.

Most meatcunts don't have much of a plan when they fight the heat. But there was always a point when their conscious minds gave in, and the struggles turned to autonomous twitches and spasms. The last remnants of a brain-dead lizard mind doing what little it could to save itself from the rapidly approaching end. When he noticed his little turkey's 'wings' were no longer flapping, just fluttering at her sides, the dragon casually opened the oven door. What little breeze of cool air did nothing to stir the dying Rarity, her flesh already beginning to darken. Bathed in the warmth of the oven door, Spike worked himself over the edge of orgasm, jerking off hard and quick to force himself to cum before his ex-crush died.

A final contribution to the dish, hot ropes of cum spattered onto Rarity's toasting cunt. Thick globs of hot seed spurted from his shaft, like a haphazard basting, the edges already beginning to sizzle as he closed the door and the cooking show cut to a long commercial break.

Calling Spike proud would have been an understatement. He was ecstatic to see the final product laid so perfectly upon the serving table. Celestia too seemed to be proud of the dish, but even more proud of how well Spike threw aside the old order. Friends, family and way of life, all three raped, cooked and snuffed to serve his new Mistress's will.

Under the warm glow of so many hot lights, camera-ponies captured b-roll footage of the beautiful banquet. Twilight Sparkle's body had been taken off the grill, her arms and legs chopped and reduced to pony-sized 'wings and drumsticks.' Finished under the broiler for a crisp skin, they joined a few well-carved steaks from her midsection and breasts, laid out all around the centerpiece of the meal. Rarity really stole the show, her body bloated and swollen with so much stuffing. The heat did wonders to her looks, puffing up her breasts and baking the final cum 'basting' into a darkened splotch over her cunt and groin. Still and quiet, her roasted corpse lay tender and steaming as stuffing overflowed her ass, making a lewd little pile of ground Cheerilee to complete the dish.

"So, my dear," Celestia asked aloud with a little smirk, "Are you happy you rid yourself of all your past?"

"Y- Yes Mistress." Spike said with a smile, dreamily looking down towards the face he'd fawned over for so many years. "They all deserved to die for being filthy meatsluts."

"We have a few more minutes before we go back live... Would you like one last fuck?" Celestia motioned towards the table, a hungry expression crossing Spike's face as he realized he had yet to take Rarity's pussy. As his cock swelled between his thighs once more, the dragon didn't even bother to nod. He just climbed up onto the heavy stainless-steel table, the metal creaking softly under the combined weight as he nestled himself up against the platter. Twilight's seething hot limbs didn't seem to bother him; the dragon's natural heat resistance made pressing against her barbecue sauce coated arms and calves a simple annoyance. Carefully, jerking himself up to full, Spike lined up his cock with his dead ex-crush's crisp and tender pussy lips. This time, there would be no hesitation, no 'What are you doing, Spike?' as he thrust deep inside her steaming body, a warm sigh rolling over his face as he took one last pleasure from his old fling.

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