

Twilight had sent Spike to check on Applejack after hearing that her dog Winona was in bad shape. The little dragon had no problem obliging and made his way to the calm scenery of the farm. He walked up to Applejack who had Winona in a small pet carrier. She also had something long and metallic next to her.

"Hey Applejack, what's wrong?" he'd ask with a cock of his head. She gave a long sigh and a sniffle. "Ol' Winona here's not doin' well Spike... she's been foamin' and snarlin'." she paused a moment and looked down at the little dragon. "Nurse Red Heart's told us she's a mad girl now... so we gotta put her down." she'd pat the metallic thing next to her as Spike tried to get a good look.

"Well... isn't she down now? On the ground?" he'd ask innocently. The mare gave a little smile and shook her head. "Nah sugarcube, she's dangerous to everypony and doesn't recognize us so she's gotta be... sent to heaven." she'd say to try and get him to understand. "Or hell, depending~" Spike chimed with his wisdom after what Twilight told him on the afterlife.

Applejack tried not to take offence or think about that, another sniffle being heard. "A-Applebloom'll show ya what we want done... I-I just..." she turned and went back to her home with a quick trot, the poor pony obviously heartbroken. 

Applebloom quickly took her sister's place in front of Spike. "Howdeh Spike." she'd greet in her adorable drawl. "Ya ever use a shotgun before?" Spike looked at her with a curious expression. "Uuuhhh... no?" "Well yer fit for it with yer claws 'n all. Us ponies can but it mainly just scares off critters instead of turning them to paste like the store owner said it would." she'd huff, disgruntled by the apparent lie the owner gave her family.

After a little explaination and practice with how to hold the strange aparatus, Spike felt confident enough on how to use it. "So I'm just gonna scare her off after opening the cage, right?" Applebloom frowned. "Spike, if ya do that all of Ponyville's gonna be at risk of gettin' bit by her! She's very dangerous... ya gotta use this on her and keep her in the cage!" she'd explain, causing him to clutch the weapon and gulp. 

With that and a little more scolding to be clear, she told him to head into Everfree Forest so Applejack would not hear the blast. The little dragon struggled to drag the weapon, ammo, and canine's crate. "Geez... wh-why are you so heavy Winona!? You run around all day right?" he'd grumble, leaving a little trail of dirt when he reached to forest. The butt of the gun also slightly dragged, leaving the wood finish muddy.

"Phew..." he'd huff when he finally got into a clearing. He was surrounded by forest, the sun peeking through at intervals through the trees, giving him enough light to see. He took off the gun from the straps Applebloom gave him, the satchel on his side jingling from the shells inside.

It was time for him to begin. He repeated the steps the little filly showed him to load it. "Ok... 'keep the shiny part facing you' ...There we go." he'd say aloud, successfully loading the weighty weapon. He liked the crisp clicking sounds it made as he opened and closed the thick barrels. 

He positioned himself about half a foot from the crate. Winona looked viscious and cruel, foam visibly bubbling from her mouth as she growled. The little dragon took aim as he was taught, keeping one eye closed and the muddy butt pressed against his shoulder. With a little groan in anticipation from the loud boom he'd be expected to hear, he squeezed both triggers at once. 

*K-DOOF!* "ACK!" he'd groan, dropping the gun from the sound and recoil. His shoulder had gotten butted pretty good. He'd been warned it could fly out of his grip if he wasn't careful. He nursed his shoulder and arm for a moment, kneeling on the ground as he sucked in air through his teeth. "Holy Celestia that hurts..." he'd groan.

Once the initial ache and sting subsided he stood back up, picking the warm barrels up. Then he saw the once snarling Winona. "Aw sick!" The canine's face had been completely transformed. Her eyes were bulged and hanging out of their sockets by muscle and nerves, her nose was smashed inwards, her jaw was practically hanging off along with her tongue and her head no longer had ears or a cranium. Bits of brain were lost but most was still intact and poking out visibly, while areas like her left cheek were shaved down to bone.

Spike stared at the disgusting mess with fascination and a cringed expression. "Well... I guess my arm doesn't hurt as bad as that..." he'd mumble. Despite the pain and initial experience he'd just had he wanted to do it again and see if he could do it without getting butted. Also, her expression bothered him, he had to get rid of that. With a little groan he reloaded the weapon, taking his time. 

He stepped closer to the crate, this time almost touching the metal grates which had been damaged by the blast. He took his time, breathing and aiming at various points to try and get the right feel for the moment. Bracing himself better, he fired again.

*K-DOOF!* This time he managed to hold on, feeling just a little nudge into his arm this time. The sting still made him grunt, but it wasn't anything like before. He liked seeing the puffs of smoke from the ends, something he missed when he had to drop it instantly. He also saw the mangled mutt's face splatter around the carrier when the pellets impacted the weakened flesh, a sloppy squelching and bone crunching sound filling his ears. The carrier also scooted back at least an inch from the force.

He held the pose for a moment, keeping one eye closed while the barrels smoked lightly. Then he smiled and blushed. "Nice..." He muttered, taking the used shells out with a small grin as he got used to the sound and viscious sight. Once again, he loaded both barrels and took aim.

The sounds of gunfire echoed in the forest. Most of the critters that occupied it for miles had darted off in various directions. Angel, Fluttershy's rabbit, had followed the sound to its source. His ears ached and rang from the brutal bang. With shock from where it was coming from, he hid behind a tree trunk and peeked, shivering in worry. Of course he didn't know the full story as to why Spike had blown Winona to now a puddle of mush with that weird contraption. 

Spike could smell something different in the air. It was definitely familiar and it tickled his nose slightly. He was just about to fire again, his fifth set of shells still intact in the long metal tubes. He turned around and looked about for the oddly familiar scent. "Angel?" he called out.

To Angel's horror, the little lizard was erect. His six inch bubblegum pink cock bouncing and flopping about with each turn. Angel came to the horrifying conclusion that this little dragon was enjoying this twisted act just a little too much. He had to get Fluttershy's attention. The little rabbit made a mad hopping dash towards home.

*Boing!* He bounced right into Spike's plump belly and in tandem his cock, the force knocking him on his back. "Thought I smelled something annoying and fluffy here." he'd smirk, putting a foot on the fluffy critter's gut. Angel began arguing cutely, making whines and chitters.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Applejack told me to do this to their dog. It was gonna attack others if I didn't!" he'd protest with reason, telling the still complaining bunny his side of the story. It fell on deaf ears. 

This banter continued for minutes long, but nothing came from it but frustration. Spike still remained hard as a rock, his veins throbbing and pumping lewdly up and down the length of his meat.

"Ugh... you pain in the butt..." he'd grumble, noticing a pair of thick vines on a tree next to him. With a huff he grabbed the strong, thin vines and tore them right from the root before tying up the little complaining fluff ball. "There..." he'd smirk, proudly snorting through his nostrils as he held his gun. He'd gotten a wicked idea to teach him a lesson. He knew he'd never be able to let Angel go either after this, but he'd think about that as he went on.

Casually he picked up Angel with reasonable ease. Each moment the rabbit wriggled and writhed, but it was fruitless. With a grin he set him down on his rear in the same clearing that Winona was set in, giving Angel a good view of the meaty slop inside the cage. "Hehe... this might be loud buddy..." he'd say wickedly. He knelt down on one knee and took aim at a tree in the distance as he put the cold metal against the cheek of the little rabbit.

Angel was shivering uncontrollably and whispered beggings and pleadings for Spike to let him go. Of course, it was far too late. Without any further warning, Spike squeezed the right trigger to fire off the shell barrel.

*K-DOOF!* Angel's head jutted to the opposite side the barrel was on as if he was punched. The sound blew his eardrum out instantly and caused his vision to blur. His eyes rotated and his body swayed side to side in a dizzying stupor and he couldn't hear a thing from the one side anymore. Spike simply chuckled and moaned, giving his cock a few pumps up and down to keep it hard. "Like that Angel?" he'd smirk, seeing a stream of red coming out of the rabbit's ear. 

After a moment of savoring the rabbit's torment he turned the weakened rabbit to his opposite side and pressed his good ear against the barrel now. He heard sniffles and pleadings like before and felt the fluffy creature strain against his strong hand. A smirk crossed Spike's lips when he felt Angel give in; his body limp and a weak sigh being heard as if to say "What's the point?" Spike loved that. A wad of pre shot out of his rod and onto the grass with a little wet splatter. Again he took aim at the tree. "Uh oh, here it comes Angel! Its GONNA BE LOUD IT'S GONNA BE L-"

*K-DOOF!* The jutting was much more violent this time. Angel had been left completely deaf and now knocked out by the mighty shockwave of the gun, his little body slumping to the left as his head rested against the hot metal. Spike simply let him stay there and chuckled from his faked urgent commentary, smirking as he knew his sensitive flesh was burning while the barrel smoked. 

He didn't let it last more than a few seconds to avoid any intense damage, but when he let the gun down and examined the little creature he could see the white fur had been burned down on one side and his pink cheek turned quite reddish. He looked like he was straining and hurting even in his unconscious state; a grimmace showing over the once pristine face.

Spike began wagging his chubby tail and scooted the little rabbit closer to him. He began panting as he gripped his thick, sore rod and knelt over him, aiming the light pink meat at Angel's face. There was never much time or privacy for him to unload at Twilight's so he'd put up with the  deep ache that surged in his groin. He could feel it now more than ever. It wouldn't take long until he finally reached a climax that was well deserved. 

"G-ghrrrRAWHR~!" he'd roar out cutely, unable to produce a mighty earth shattering roar at his size. His cock pulsed a few times to prepare. A large torrent of semen squirted out in a gush; similar to a canine's load and hitting the rabbit like a pressurized force of water from a hose. The surge lasted at least 4 seconds, his rod large and swollen twice its size as it poured out his sperm rich fluid. This continued in seven cycles; the little creature below him now drenched and matted with hot fluid that stunk of musk and something similar to skunk spray.

When the mind shattering orgasm subsided he sat on his pudgy butt and huffed into the air, his rod twitching with each beat of his heart. "Holy Celestia..." He'd smile, feeling quite euphoric, relaxed. He liked the sight of Angel too, the rabbit breathing in slow breaths as if he was sleeping normally. A small puddle of cum rested on both sides of his head while the fluid began to harden lightly which would require him to cut most of his head and chest fur off to be free of the gradually stickying substance. 

Grunting, Spike got up and grabbed the weapon by both barrels and walked over to Angel. He snorted from both nostrils like a horse, as if to show domination and victory. Grinning, he raised his thick tail and slammed the heavy appendage down on Angel's face; the arrow head weighing as much and as strong as a hammer. Angel's face instantly swelled and bruised from the impact. Another hefty snort of air blasted out of his nostrils as he hmph-ed and sassily and almost flamboyantly made his way to the nearly destroyed cage. He figured he should show Applebloom that they had no reason to worry about Winona anymore.

