Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Non-Consensual Elements
Tags: Magical Girl, Dark Erotica, Body Horror, Dubious Consent, Impregnation, Snuff, Dying Together

Title: The Last Embrace of the Fallen Star

The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone and iron, the battlefield a graveyard of shattered illusions. Celestia’s breath came in ragged, wet gasps as she staggered, her once-gleaming leotard now torn and clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric shimmering with fading magic, translucent in patches where her power had bled away, revealing pale, trembling flesh beneath. The villainess—a towering figure of obsidian and grinning malice—loomed over them, her laughter a symphony of cruelty. She had toyed with them long enough. The fight had been a farce from the start. Celestia’s spells had sputtered out like dying embers, her body broken, her limbs heavy as lead. Her twintails, usually vibrant and bouncing with each heroic flourish, hung limp, soaked in blood and grime, the ribbons at their ends frayed. Her knees buckled. She was no warrior now, just a girl, soft and fragile, her magic spent, her body a canvas of bruises. And yet, she still stood between the villainess and him—her beloved, her User, the boy who had followed her into hell.

"You were always too weak," the villainess purred, fingers trailing along Celestia’s cheek, smearing the blood from a split lip. "But I’ll give you one last gift."

A snap of those clawed fingers, and the ground split.

Pillars of jagged stone erupted, slamming together like a vice.

Celestia screamed as the first impact caught her arm, crushing bone to pulp.

User lunged, but the villainess flicked her wrist. His ribs cracked against the force of an unseen blow, sending him skidding back.

"No—!"

A second impact. A third.

Celestia threw herself forward, her body a shield.

Too slow.

The world tilted.

Then—pressure.

Stone encased them.

Not a quick death. No.

The slabs groaned, inching closer, the gap between them narrowing, pressing their bodies flush.

She was naked now, her leotard dissolving into motes of light, her power gone, leaving her bare, her heavy breasts crushed against his chest. His fingers dug into her hips, her thighs around his waist, his cock already hard—not from desire, but terror, from the cruel friction of their forced embrace. The villainess wanted this. Wanted them to feel it.

Their lips met in a gasp, not by choice. The first kiss was desperation. The second was surrender.

Her whimper melted into his mouth.

Their last act would be this.

The weight was unbearable. Her pelvis cracked first.

She sobbed into his lips as his hands found her waist, as he entered her, their bodies forced together by the slow, inevitable grind of the slabs. The pain was white-hot, her spine bending, her ribs creaking, but worse—his thrusts, the pleasure, the heat between her legs, the way his desperation matched hers.

She felt him inside, the stretch, the shameful, slick heat of her own arousal.

"I love you," she thought, even as her lungs collapsed.

Her last thought was of the life she’d never give him.

The villainess watched, smiling.

Blood bubbled between their tongues.

The Full Story

The battlefield was a ruin.

Celestia’s knees trembled, her twintails matted with sweat and filth, her breaths shallow, her vision swimming. She had fought. Oh, how she had fought. Ribbons of pink light had lashed out, sputtered, failed. The villainess had dismantled her like a doll, stripping her magic, her pride, her modesty. Now, only her softness remained.

And the villainess had planned this.

"Pathetic," the monster crooned, watching Celestia’s leotard dissolve, the fabric peeling away like petals, leaving her bare, her heavy breasts swaying, nipples stiff from the cold, from fear, from the way her lover’s hands gripped her.

"Fuck her," the command was velvet, a serpent’s tongue in their minds.

And he obeyed.

She sobbed as he filled her, her back arching, her body betraying her.

The stones squeezed.

Their moans mingled with the wet snap of bones.

(Too much? Let me know if you want it gentler or darker.)