Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Rainbow Dash just lay limply as Soarin finally pulled out of her, her well raped pussy bubbling seed that drooled down onto the bed. She choked on another sob, looking up at Soarin in anger and confusion, unable to fathom why this was happening.

"Just leave," said Dash, "Just get out, I don't wanna see any of you ever again."

"Aw, feeling betrayed?" clipped Daring.

"Well the good news is," said Spitfire, "Being pregnant isn't going to be what keeps you out of the Wonderbolts."

"I guess we'll just have to come up with a different reason," grinned Soarin.

Rainbow was suddenly pulled out of the bed, Soarin grabbing one hind leg as the other two each grabbed a foreleg and pulled her off of the bed. She was thrown onto the floor, landing on her back and grunting. It was a solid piece of floor that had been built upon the clouds. She kicked her free leg at Soarin, but only got a glancing blow, and the three were atop her before she could do anything else.

First Daring grabbed her left wing out from under her, and before Dash could think of squirming away, Daring twisted the wing hard. Strength augmented by Celestia's magic, she didn't stop twisting until she heard a snap, Rainbow's wing fracturing at the main join, bending at a grotesque angle. She didn't stop there, twisting it more, the crackle of splintering bone filling the room. Rainbow screeched out in pain as the agony shot through her back, but even more agony went through her mind, but even more than the pain was the thought of being permanently crippled, unable to ever reach her dream or even do her current job.

"No no no not the wing not the wing!" Dash screamed as her body twisted in pain, trying to turn to kick at Daring but unable to with the others holding her. At first she thought that she might could get them fixed, but Daring just kept breaking that same wing over and over, until it was a wadded up mess of flesh, bones jutting out every direction, not even a wing anymore. It was just a mass of flesh and bone with some feathers.

“That’s right, you annoying twat,” laughed Spitfire, taking hold of Rainbow’s other wing as Soarin held her down.

Spitfire did the same to Rainbow’s other wing, this time bending and twisting around and around, making sure to individually snap each joint before crushing it together with all her might. Dash could barely say anything besides ‘No not my wings’, her mind in a broken loop, trying to convince herself that this wasn’t happening.

Spitfire was so violent with her twisting that the wind came free, leaving just a nub behind, though Dash’s brain hadn’t quite caught up, so she still felt the full pain of each snap.

“Oops!” laughed Spitfire, waving the destroyed wing in front of Rainbow before tossing it over her shoulder like garbage.

The impossibility of recovery finally hit Dash fully, and she began to sob outright, more than she had ever done before. Her dreams vanished and were replaced by a life doing menial jobs, living like an Earth pony but with none of their benefits. Just a weak, worthless cripple. She’d never make enough to take care of her rape-baby.

“Why are you doing this?” sobbed Rainbow.

Dash was quite easy to hold down now with the stabbing pains jabbing through her, and the loss of will aside from that, so for a moment no one answered. They just looked at her face as if savoring that look of despair and betrayal, like it was the hottest thing they’d ever seen.

Inside, fully conscious of their actions but unable to counter them, they were literally screaming in their own heads. Forced to cripple their most promising pegasus, not to mention rape a foal into her. At least it was over, each of them thought, surely they’d regain control any minute.

But no, they’d didn’t. Instead it continued getting worse.

"You don't need to worry about your wings too much you know," laughed Daring. “It would probably be too hard to fly with four broken legs anyway.”

Spitfire grabbed hold of the foreleg on her side, and immediately Rainbow Dash was struggling again despite any pain. This couldn’t be happening. Without her legs, she’d be nothing, literally nothing. The only things she could do on her own were eat and shit, she’d basically be reduced from being the best flier to come out of Cloudsdale into nothing more than a shit factory. She couldn’t even hold a book on her own.

But there was nothing she could do. First Spitfire yanked it hard and twisted it around until it popped out of socket at Dash's shoulder. She then bent it hard at the joint, breaking it through the knee, folding it flat until bone shards visibly protruded from the leg. Rainbow punched Spitfire with her other front leg as she wrenched it free from Daring’s grasp for a moment, only to have Daring grab it again and twist it as well, another sickening crack joining the chorus as her knee was snapped.

Dash's body spasmed in pain as she squealed, sobbing without control now.

Soarin didn't let himself be left out either. First he slammed a hoof to kick her in the cunt several times, kicking as hard as he could and bruising her already abused pussy, his own cum squirting out with each impact. Rainbow was completely helpless now as he grabbed hold of one hind leg and yanked, prying hard for several long seconds before it popped out of joint as well. He proceeded to snap the bone through at her knee folding one way, then further down towards her hoof folding it the other way and cracking through.

"Why the fuck is this happening?!" Dash yelled so hard the clouds seemed to ripple about the house, "Why are you doing this?!"

The only response was both Spitfire and Daring grasping her only good limb together, and twisted and bending it to snap it again and again, leaving the final limb as an unfixable mess hanging from her body. Even if they stopped right now, Rainbow would need to have them all amputated. She’d live her life as a torso in some home for the disabled. Or at least that is what she thought would happen.

Soarin was already rock hard again, and had been since only a few minutes after yanking free, while Daring and Spitfire's slits were visibly a sopping wet mess of cunt honey.

“I think this insufferable cunt needs another good fucking,” Spitfire grinned to Daring.

"That's not all," said Daring, "I got the potions too."

Daring took off her hat, two little blue potion bottles tumbling out. One Daring took hold of, and the other smacked against sweat and blood drenched chest before Spitfire picked it up.

Each turned their potion up, guzzling them down before promptly doubling over in pain themselves. Their bodies reformed, the futa potions giving them both throbbing shafts even larger than Soarin's natural fuck toy. They were up again, ready to go soon enough, their real minds screaming louder than ever, all having realized that they were probably going to kill Rainbow.

“Well I’ve already put a dick in all her holes, so I’ll take the head and leave you two the other end,” chuckled Soarin before walking around to Rainbow’s head.

“I’ll bite it off,” Rainbow said hatefully.

But it turned out she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, as Soarin picked up the detector aside the bed, using it as a bludgeon to repeatedly smack Rainbow’s lower jaw. She yelped helplessly, having no limbs to protect herself, then shook her head a bit in desperation as he grabbed her lower jaw in both hooves.

“Please don’t...” was all the was able to get out before he twisted it hard, breaking her entire jaw free at the joint. He wasn’t satisfied with that, twisted and bending, Spitfire holding Rainbow’s head steady to aid him, until the entire jaw ripped free, which he casually tossed aside.

“Every time you think we’ve destroyed your life and couldn’t take any more from you, we did,” Soarin said, grinning sadistically, “Your dignity, your flight, your legs, and now even your ability to speak.”

“Maybe she’s thinking she can still read my books?” laughed Daring Do, producing a blade from under her pith hat. “Let’s take that away too.”

As Rainbow watched in horror, unable to even shake her head no as Spitfire held it, Daring rammed it into her left eye, the pried it free. She yanked it out by the root, then moved it in front of her other eye to see. Rainbow struggled mightily, but was pitifully weak, even the few parts of her that were still there were exhausted.

Daring Do put the eye between her teeth, and as Rainbow watched she bit down, squishing it like a soggy grape, then licking her lips as she swallowed it. Rainbow made a desperate, pleading groan as she watched the blade approach her other socket then, then her vision was gone forever, Daring twisting the knife to destroy her second eye, leaving the useless mush in the socket.

Daring produced another potion, turning Dash’s head back and pouring it into her throat, a potion designed to keep her from bleeding to death too quickly. They then proceeded to remove her other useless limbs, twisting each and jerking it away, making a small pile of Rainbow parts next to them. Rainbow jerked with each dismemberment, but otherwise was only able to sob incoherently.

“Heh, now she’s like one of those hugging pillows they sell with me on them,” Daring chuckled. “Well, one with real fuckable parts.”

Daring picked Dash the fuck-pillow up by the neck, then lay onto her back and pulled Dash atop her, holding her hooves against what little was left of Dash’s hips. As her solid shaft prodded to locate Dash's bloody cunt, she rubbed her fore hooves up and down Dash's body, pressing into the stubs that were once her limbs to make her suffer more, seeming to enjoy how the helpless victim squirmed atop her. She licked at blood that was drooling from Dash's chin and cooed. Finally she made her mark and pressed her cock deep, not stopping until she was belly to belly with her number one fan. Even the real Daring, still screaming for release, had to admit that Dash’s cunt wrapped around her new fuck spire felt heavenly.

“Mmm, I feel your heart beating so hard,” Daring moaned, “And the way you squirm, crushed in both body and spirit.

Spitfire moved up to mount Dash from behind, intentionally putting her front hooves down on Dash's wing stubs to twist into them. She pushed her own shaft against Rainbow's tight little ass. She took a moment to just enjoy Dash's squirming, then pushed her shaft against the tense little hole, taking several long moments before she popped inside, thickness splitting open Dash's rear entry and packing her in to the very limit. The only resistance Dash could give was to clench harder, but that only made it better.

"Reduced to a broken rape toy," said Spitfire, "Just like you deserve, you loud-mouthed, insufferable bitch."

Soarin had no trouble either, and as he turned up Dash’s head, she even pushed against him, her throat still making swallowing motions as he sank deeper. Her neck swelled with his girth, and he didn’t stop until his balls swung to smack against her neck.. He gripped the back of her head and started to thrust violently, even harder than he had raped her cunt.

“Mmm, I think there’s a problem,” panted Soarin as the three invaded Rainbow from all sides, “She could still have someone read the books to her.”

Rainbow had one more spasm of resistance in her, suddenly twisting and writhing her torso, but quickly gave up and just groaned out another despondent moan, muffled by Soarin’s thick shaft. She didn’t do much more than squeak when Daring rammed the knife into her ear, stabbing deep, another shooting pain piercing Rainbow’s head, then twisting before pulling free. She did the same to the other ear, Rainbow able to do nothing but feel it happening. And then, the world was silent.

She was alone with only her mind, and the feel of their bodies slapping against her own, brutally gang-raped by ponies she would have trusted with her life before. Pain pierced her brain as if every nerve in her body was firing. Her rage and despair knew no bounds, yet she had no way to express it that wouldn’t increase their pleasure.

Celestia thought about coming out to finish Rainbow off, since Dash would assume her heroes were the ones killing her anyway, but no, it was the thought that counted. It’d be unfair to deprive Dash of any of the gift she’d given her. As long as she could snatch their souls, Celestia was happy salivating and masturbating beside them, now stroking her gigantic cock with both front hooves.

Dash's body was bounced about by Daring and Spitfire's hips, Rainbow's flank squirming as it was shoved up and then down, penetrated on one stroke by Daring up her convulsing cunt, then up the ass on the backstroke by Spitfire's throbbing erection. Her cervix was pushed through, fucked right up into her womb, and her intestines were stretched out as well. She tried to scream in her torment, but she had no way of knowing if she had successfully done so, especially as her throat was pounded like a jackhammer.

As Dash was triple impaled on fuck spires, their movements gradually grew faster, each of them slowly reaching towards their climax. They made sure to put as much pressure onto Dash's broken body as possible, squishing it between them and jamming their hooves into her stubs, though it seemed that any touch at all gave her pain. All Dash could do was tremble

All three felt their orgasms coming up strong, but surprisingly the first to go off was Dash. She didn't even notice that she did, the tiny pleasure lost beneath a sea of torment, but her pussy exploded in juice, the intense pain pushing her over the edge even harder than pleasure could have. Her body shook hard and she clenched, her ass and pussy seeming to churn around the cocks inside them. Even her throat instinctively tightened around Soarin's meat.

Spitfire's orgasm hit next, sending jolts through her body and pushing a surge of cum into Rainbow's tight convulsing ass. Spitefire groaned, closed her eyes, spread her wings, and enjoyed riding her burst for as long as she could, never slowing her thrusting, front hooves still grinding into Rainbow’s wing stubs.

Soon afterward Daring was blowing sloppy seconds into Dash's cunt, once again swelling her womb, Daring's movements becoming erratic as she moaned. Even as Rainbow's broken gut swelled, Soarin blew his load into her throat, pumping a blast of spunk down into her belly, which only added to the swelling, bloating her up, her hind legs sliding apart as her pelvis audible snapped in two from the pressure.

Slowly a pool of cum began to form around Dash, mixing with the slowly gathering pool of blood. The trio continued to thrust until they were empty, then continued several minutes longer just to feel her writhe between them all the more, gleefully prolonging her suffering. When they drew free, cum poured from all three holes, covering the floor even more than the blood had. Even then, Dash was swollen enough to be pregnant.

"Well I guess there’s no telling her we’re gonna kill her,” panted Spitfire. Her speaking wasn’t of any use with Rainbow’s torment of course, but Celestia still wanted them to watch themselves committing the full crime with sadistic glee.

“Eh, there are some signals that are universally understood,” winked Daring, then softly put a hoof against one side of Dash’s neck, then dragged it along to the other side.

Dash clearly got the message, as she let out a pitiful groan, begging for her horrifying life to continue. Even now she wanted to keep the only thing they hadn’t taken, her thoughts. The fact that she was so afraid of death as to choose such an existence over it was even hotter.

Daring rolled Dash over onto her back again, then lay against her, belly to belly, staring into her eyes and grinning. She slid her cock into her loosened cunt one last time, wanting to feel it clench during deathgasm. She could feel Rainbow's unsteady heart beating hard as she pushed against her victim. Daring had won the right to finish her in an earlier straw poll, though Dash could only guess which of them was doing it.

She moved her hooves up to Rainbow's head, and given the extra strength supplied by Celestia, turned Dash's head one way then the other in an effort to snap it. Dash’s breathing grew faster as she felt her neck being twisted, then she was reduced to gagging as her breathing was cut off completely. Soon her gagging became gurgling as her mouth pooled with blood. Daring savored every second, cradling Dash's head and kissing her deeply, lapping the blood from her mouth and slowly drinking as she watched Dash go. Rainbow's chest heaved as she tried pointlessly to draw breathes, and then finally seemed to relent. Her body quaked violently beneath Daring, her pussy clenching hard as it sputtered up more of Daring's seed, then her heart thumped to a stop.

Celestia, seeing that Dash had enjoyed the last of her gift, appeared right next to Daring. She took a deep breath, absorbing the extra energy as it left Dash's body, moaning loudly at the feel of such a powerful spirit, almost creaming herself from the hotness of having betrayed and slaughtered such a loyal soul.

It was getting easier with each time, especially with each Element bearer she murdered. Not only did she not regret what she did, she looked forward to killing more. The only thing she’d regret was when she was out of powerful ponies to murder and drain.

Snapping Dash's life force away, she turned to the others. Still fully aware of their actions, Celestia could practically feel their dismay and horror at what they had done.

Celestia finally released the three from her power, allowing them control of her body. They stumbled, not expecting to suddenly be able to stand, then all looked at Celestia with wide eyes.

“Cooperation will net you a less agonizing death, a MUCH less agonizing death,” Celestia said before any of them could speak, “That means no tedious shouting or whining about me making you murder Dash-hole over there, or any speaking out of turn.”

The rage in their eyes felt almost tangible, but all it got out of Celestia was a smirk, an all-powerful deity in front of helpless mortals. They all wanted a go at her, but they had seen what she... or they... did to Rainbow Dash, and they didn’t want that to happen to them. The power trip Celestia felt was enough to keep her own cock rock hard.

“Are you going to flee?” asked Celestia with a polite smile.

“We couldn’t get away,” Spitfire said between clenched teeth.

“Very wise,” nodded Celestia,

"You three just gave a wonderful performance, by the way, but it is time to clean up the mess I'm afraid.” Celestia spoke with her tone as if they were chatting over tea, “I don't want to stay here too long."

Celestia was silent for a bit longer, her eyes daring them to step out of line, but finally spoke again, turning to Soarin, “There are three lengths of rope in your saddlebag at the door, go get them.” She then turned to the others, “Either of you know how to tie a hangman’s knot?”

“I do,” Daring answered, with great difficulty; she had her teeth clenched so hard that Celestia wondered if they’d break.

Her shifting magic seemed to leave Daring and Spitfire, both of their bodies returning to normal, depriving them of their magic shafts. As they strained from another change, Soarin, hoofed the ropes over to Daring.

Daring didn’t even hesitate, nor did she need to be asked to start tying the knots. She actually looked like she was in a hurry to get the knots tied. She wanted to get this over with. Celestia was a pretty good reader of ponies, only better lately, and she got the impression that Daring’s hurry had less to do with wanting to die, and more to do with an abject terror that Celestia would change her mind and torture her to death instead.

"I know, hanging isn't all that amazing," said Celestia, "But I think we can make it a little amusing at least.”

Daring gave Celestia a bit of a glare, as did Spitfire and Soarin as Daring slipped a noose around each of their necks. That didn’t resist, lowering their head for Daring to put it on. Daring hesitated for a while, her hooves shaking violently, then slipped the last noose around her own neck. She took off her hat to do so, then put it back on once the noose was in place. At the very least, she’d get to die with her hat on.

Each noose was stretched upwards by Celestia’s magic, forcing the occupants to balance on their hind legs to keep from being snagged. Soarin and Spitfire balanced by leaning towards each other just slightly and hugging their forelegs against each other’s' shoulders. Daring Do was having much less luck, being further away than the others, but Celestia stepped over Rainbow's corpse and moved up behind Daring to hold her steady, stroking the angry and terrified pegasus.

“Oh I almost forgot,” Celestia shook her head, “Spitfire, who should I appoint the new leader of the Wonderbolts?”

“Are you going to kill them?” asked Spitfire.

“Oh goodness no,” laughed Celestia, “If I go around killing Wonderbolts all the time we wouldn’t have anyone to perform at events. The only reason I sacrificed the two of you was because it would have maximum impact on Rainbow as she died.”

“Why are you doing this?” asked Soarin

“Because I want to,” Celestia answered honestly, then turned back to Spitfire, “And?”

“Fleetfoot,” Spitfire said, though she breathed a sigh of relief that at least her team would be safe. Probably.

"There, now the two Wonderbolts are going to fuck each other like good pegasluts," said Celestia, "And I'm going to ram my cock in Daring. Since she got to feel Dash die, I get to feel her die. Then maybe I can say I felt Dash indirectly." She said more quietly in Daring’s ear, “Don’t worry, I’m not a total monster yet, so I will give you a choice. Should I rape you up the pussy or ass as you die?”

Daring was too caught off guard to answer at first, stuttering as she finally spit out, “P-pussy.”

This banter was so delightfully arousing. Strangely, this sort of psychological torment seemed just as pleasurable as watching somepony get their limbs ripped off.

Soarin's hugged Spitfire closer and rotated his hips to rub his shaft against Spitfire’s sweat and blood matted belly, slowly hardening once again. At least it was someone that fucked him regularly anyway that he’d die inside, though Spitfire was usually on top during this.

On Celestia's order, he rolled his hips to push his tip against her entry. His already well lubricated shaft popped into the juicy cunt, and he slowly pushed into her, opening her up inside and continuing until their bellies slapped together. He then began thrusting steadily, the lewd smack of their bellies together filling the room.

Celestia moved up closer behind Daring, sitting partially on her haunches, her long pulsing shaft pushing between her legs and against Daring's own soaked fuck hole. She pushed up inside, groaning as she did, straining not to go off too fast after having sat in the corner and jacked off for quite a while. She began to thrust into her as well, belly smacking against Daring's behind as she began to fuck her from behind.

"I bet you really want to tell me how I won't get away with this," Celestia said to Daring, "Isn't that what you normally do about now?” She looked over to Soarin and Spitfire, "Let me know when you're about to cum, pegasluts. And no telling each other you love them or something touching like that. This is a murder, not a drama."

Soarin and Spitfire nodded in response and leaned forward to kiss each other deeply, stroking each other with their forehooves, their eyes telling each other what they weren’t allowed to speak. They clearly enjoyed each other’s fuck-parts a lot more than Celestia had commanded them to.

And somehow, doing it when they knew they'd be dead in minutes made it feel strangely better than normal. Soarin gripped Spitfire's plot in both front hooves, increasing his thrusting as his shaft repeatedly invaded her. Spitfire raised one leg to wrap against Soarin's hips, pulling her front hooves around his neck as they continued to kiss deeply.

Daring didn't enjoy the moment quite as much, her pussy clenching in resistance and her body shaking against Celestia as tears rolled down her face. Daring was tight, not having sex nearly as much as Spitfire had. In fact, the only times she ever had sex was the occasional villain that raped her while she was tied down, and it seemed like that wasn’t going to change before she died.

Celestia enjoyed her tightness as she forced herself up through her barrier and to the back of her womb. She gripped Daring's flanks and nipped at her ear, groaning as her thrusting slowly increased.

"Please," said Daring, making one last hopeful stab in the dark for mercy, "If you kill me you'll doom the valley where I live to Ahuizotl. He’ll unleash centuries of sweltering heat!"

Celestia laughed, "I think I can take handbutt. And besides, it's not a valley I'm overly concerned about. I mean if he makes it hot there, it doesn’t really help him or hurt us. I will kill him if he gets ‘out of hand’ though."

"Gonna... cum..." Soarin grunted, followed by a quick nod by Spitfire as well.

It seemed the moment really was intense for the two, having driven them to their limit quickly. Celestia wasn't far off herself, so grinned in response. All three ropes pulled upwards at once, pulling the two Wonderbolts and Daring up higher until their hind legs could no longer reach the floor. The slow ascent meant that their necks didn't snap, but they had all drawn their last breaths.

Soarin and Spitfire actually sped up their motions as their air was cut, desperate to get off one last time before their inevitable end. Spitfire wrapped both hind legs around Soarin, bodies colliding rapidly as they spent the last of their energy hammering together. Filled with intense energy, their movements continued even as the life was choked out of them. Celestia had apparently timed things perfectly, because their climaxes seemed to hit seconds before their end.

Their bodies shuddered together, Soarin's cock pumping his last load into Spitfire, her own tunnel convulsing in strange bliss. Seconds later another harder set of convulsions hit them as they became corpses together, lips still locked, legs intertwined, and cock still ball deep. As they both urinated themselves, a mix of both their juices poured from Spitfire's cunt and streamed down their legs as they went limp.

Celestia yanked Daring downward against the pull of the rope while the others were living out their last moments. Her thrusting became violently as she pulled and pushed Daring's plot off of her thick cock. Even as Daring's body shuddered, Celestia creamed deeply inside, filling her womb and pouring down her tunnel. She continued to thrust, enjoying every little twitch that ran through Daring's cunt as she too became a lifeless corpse.

Celestia took another deep breath as she concentrated on stealing the life forces of her latest victims. Her powerful soul whipping out and snagging all three of them at once, she pulled them inside to gnaw them into pieces. Every soul seemed to be making her that much more powerful, far more than simply draining a pony's magical energy. She rolled her eyes back and shot one last rope of seed into Daring's lifeless body, then finally pulled free.

"Mmm," said Celestia, admiring her work, talking to herself, "I’m tired for now, so I’ll fuck Rainbow’s corpse later. Let's get these bodies back home and see if my faithful student has any more ideas."