Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

The group disappeared with a flash, then reappeared again in a different location. It was immediately recognizable, a large graveyard, specifically the one where members of the Apple family were always buried. They were on the back end, high and able to look down on easily several hundreds of tombstones spread out, ranging from new to falling apart. Specifically they were right next to two particular tombstones, those of AJ, Big Mac, and Applebloom's parents, Adanac their father and Akero their mother.

Celestia adjusted the force field to have a slight cloaking effect, even though it wasn't likely anyone would come to the graveyard this late at night. She turned to AJ, Mac, and the crusaders and smiled.

"Um, we're at... Mom and Dad's graves?" Applejack asked, 'What fer?"

"For more family fun!" exclaimed Celestia, "Just watch and see what a little dark magic can do."

She could have forced them to dig up their parents with their filthy hooves, but Celestia was eager to get this started, so she simply used her telekinesis to scoop all the dirt from the graves in one big glob, leaving the caskets inside exposed to the open air. They were wooden caskets, so they were a bit rotten, but they were there nonetheless.

"Oh hell no!" said Applejack, catching on quickly as to what she was going to make them do, "Yer NOT gonna defile the dead! Doubly not our folks!"

Applejack charged again, and Celestia casually cast the same spell as before on her, glancing over to watch her fall on her face again. Big Mac didn't bother to attempt an attack on Celestia this time, instead simply going over to Applejack and helping her up.

“Tsk tsk,” said Celestia, “I am not amused anymore, Applejack.” She’d won the ‘bet’, but no need to go into that yet, “You didn't think I was going to make this easy did you? It was obvious that you two enjoyed fucking each other, so I’m going to make you do something with... a higher difficulty level.”

Applejack and Big Mac both stared at Celestia with their faces twisted in anger, but Applejack managed to get out, “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

As the Apples grew quite, Celestia put her attention back on the graves. She dug away enough dirt so that the caskets could open comfortably, then did just that. With a frightening creak, each coffin opened, though barely on their hinges.

Celestia looked down inside, standing between them. Their parents had been dead for years, since shortly before Twilight first arrived in Ponyville, and they looked it. They lay on their back, all four hooves neatly folded in front of them, wearing an old black suit and long black dress. Their skin was blackened, fur so dim that it was hard to figure out what color that had been other than some shade of red or orange. Their eyes stared lifelessly into the sky. It was unfortunate that they had died before Celestia realized how fun this was.

Celestia smiled, "I'll have to do a bit of reconstructive magic to make them fuckable. Here we go."

"F-fuckable?" Applejack exclaimed, then shook her head, tears rolling down her face now, "Please no, not this, you can torture us any way you want, just not this."

Even Big Mac had tears drooling down his face, and Applebloom had jointed Sweetie in curling up and whimpering.

"But I AM torturing you," said Celestia, "This is my favorite kind of torture, mind-fuck torture."

"Monster..." mumbled Big Mac.

"I'd rather be a monster than a dirty mud pony," chuckled Celestia, "Now quiet while the big pony works."

"Why you..." Applejack tried to move forward again, but weakly fell on her face again, again slowly helped back up by her brother, who was almost too weak to stand himself.

Celestia grinned widely, her horn and eyes glowing sickly green with dark magic, the corpses glowing brightly with her power. It had taken her a while to learn these spells; it seemed like she was having to study new spells every time she went out to play. First she striped the corpses of their clothing, slicing them down the middle with her magic and pulling the rest of the tattered outfits, leaving them on the piles of dirt for whoever to find.

She started on the father first, applying just enough elasticity to his hind legs so she could spread them outward. His fun bits were of course useless, but she reconstructed them enough that she could pull it straight. Stiff from rigormortis, it stayed in place well enough as she released it. The long dead flesh was going to feel quite interesting no doubt.

She then turned to the mother, slowly pulling her legs apart as well. She then felt into the cadaver's tight, dry pussy, pushing the walls out and repairing it enough that it would have the integrity to take one last cock without splitting apart. She did nothing in the way of moisture, however, just a jagged dry surface to grind one’s shaft against.

"Mmm, and then here's the dark magic part," said Celestia.

Her magic glowed brighter, and their entire bodies were encompassed in energy. It would take a lot of energy to do this, and it wouldn't last more than a few hours, but Celestia patiently worked on it five... ten... thirty minutes. It was hard work, especially with the occasional movement from AJ or Big Mac as they tried to distract her.

Her captives fell silent, seeming to just await their fate at this point. Applejack tried to make sure the crusaders were comfortable, but knew it was pointless to release them with a shield around the group. She didn't want to anger Celestia enough to endanger the only chance of their release, not realizing she had already blown that chance.

Suddenly there was a magical woosh sound and both of the corpses began to shake violently, squirming as if they were once again alive. Arching their backs, they screamed; it was a shrill ethereal noise, biting into the group as it rattled past them. Celestia strengthened the shield, trying to minimize sound escaping.

"Come see," Celestia said simply, then backed away from the gravestones on the opposite side as AJ and Big Mac.

The two did, and what they saw in the graves, their dead parents squirming as if once again alive, horrified them to the core. Both of them began to shake, staring down in disbelief, until they turned away and looked as if they were trying not to vomit.

"So you see," said Celestia, "You not only have to do this for the children. You also have to do it for them, because I won't let them return to their former peaceful state until you fuck them." She raised her voice, "Now climb into those graves, Big Mac will be boning his mother's dry cunt, Applejack will be sitting on daddy's rotten cock. You'll fuck them properly, with energy, kissing them, and even talking dirty to them.”

"You're sick," breathed Applejack, but nodded her head slowly.

"I am," admitted Celestia, though to think about it, she honestly wasn’t sure why she was sick. She didn’t remember having even a hint of such thoughts before, but once she had Chrysalis captive, the idea had burned in her mind until it finally bloomed. Perhaps it didn’t matter what drove her mad, because she was glad it did.

"But I'm honest. If you fuck them, I'll release them from the spell immediately." They weren't really even properly alive, which was sad because it meant Celestia couldn't gobble their souls, but she let the Apples assume whatever they wanted about the corpses’ sentient state.

Applejack swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned around to slide her hind hooves into her father's grave. She slid into it, her hooves balancing on the coffin edges as she turned around, looking down at Daddy. His lifeless eyes stared up at her, but his body trembled violently, arching his back in what must have been immense agony. She took another deep breath, held in her vomit, and slowly moved to crouch down over his hips, positioning herself as she had earlier with Big Mac.

"I'm sorry," said Applejack to her father, "She won't let you be at peace otherwise."

Big Mac did the same, backing into the grave, though the edges of the coffin gave way to his weight and he almost fell into the grave outright. He grunted as he too turned around, looking down at the freak of nature that had once been his mother. He shook his head, but kneeled atop her as well. He held her squirming hips in his hooves and pulled her up off the bottom of the coffin slightly, bringing her dry cock hole towards his tip. He was still rock hard due to Celestia's magic. He didn’t make the connection that it was Celestia’s magic, so he was hating himself for being such.

"That's it," said Celestia, looking down the edges at one then the other, "I want to see you corpse-sluts cum. If you don't, you'll be fucking your littler sister's corpse instead. Better think happy thoughts!"

Applejack grunted, trying hard to think of other things, like when she had been with Big Mac minutes before, but it didn't do as much good as she'd hoped. The musty smell and the feel of ice-cold dead flesh against her made it impossible to pretend it was anything else, not to mention the writhing against her.

All the same, she pushed her wet pussy over the cock her walls, still slickened with her brother's cum. She pushed downward, easily taking the smaller size, her belly coming to rest against the corpse's. She bit her lip, then began to roll her hips.

"Oh Daddy," Applejack remembered that she was supposed to dirty talk too, "Fuck yer little one deep, just like you fucked Mama ta make me."

Big Mac had more trouble getting inside the dry hole, though. Celestia had mercifully made the walls wide enough for him to get inside with a great deal of effort, but had nothing to make the walls softer or fleshier. Fortunately his cock was also still damp with his own cum and his sister’s cunt honey. His cock throbbed shamefully as he pushed himself belly deep, puncturing her crusty cervix and bumping the stiff back of her womb, which immediately poked through like rotten paper to allow his shaft to go deeper. He pulled out and worked into a firm thrusting motion into the squirming, groaning corpse.

"Mama," Big Mac grunted, "Ah'm sorry ah... um... ah can't wait til ah blow my load in the hole I came out of."

Their words were markedly less enthusiastic than before, but Celestia didn't mind. She had both hooves down between her legs again, looking into one hole then the other, and could almost taste the torment ripping through their minds. Still she was careful not to make herself cum, wanting to save a huge load for the big finish.

"I'll be generous and give you one hour to cum," said Celestia, "From the time you crawled into the hole. See? I can be merciful."

She noticed the little ones weren't getting a view, so used her magic to float them over the graves, far enough up to see in both of them, forcing them once again to watch. They were all deathly quiet, just staring and seeming unable to comprehend what was happening. Soon all three of them were whimpering, with Sweetie going right to sobbing. Oh the sound of children crying made Celestia so ridiculously wet. She would definitely have to murder more children after this. Occasionally at least; moderation was important.

Applejack wasn't without tears either. Even as she leaned down and kissed her father, pushing her tongue into his lifeless mouth and covering his own stiff tongue and gums with her saliva, her tears poured down onto his face. She sped up her motions, trying different angles to see if she could get herself towards climax faster, but all it was doing was chaffing her inside. She started to think it was an impossible task, that she was going to ride zombie cock for an hour for nothing at all. All the same, she continued to try.

"That's it," Applejack sobbed between words, "F-fuck me... like the... cock fiend ah am."

Even big Mac was choking on sobs at this point. Not even his stable mind could keep from breaking. He continued to pump his cock into his mother, pushing it through all the way into her gut, holding her squirming rump in one fore hoof as he balanced with the other, pile-driving his cock into her barely sticky pussy. He kissed her as well, though he only used his tongue for a few seconds before he had to pull it back. Endlessly pumping and trying to imagine he was fucking Applejack, he was determined to get off.

"Ah'm gonna... pack my seed inside," Big Mac sobbed, "Gonna make... that dry pussy wet again."

Celestia relished their attempts at dirty talk and determination to get off. Celestia was certain that it was impossible, though they had already surprised her by going as long as they had. And finally, after about half of the time, Big Mac surprised her again.

He suddenly groaned, arching his back and blowing his load into the screaming corpse, coating her dead insides with cum, bloating her body up and drooling out through cracks in her flesh. He continued to thrust hard, making sure it was a full load, then yanked his cock out quickly... and vomited into his mother's face. Sick flooded over her, filling up her dead mouth and pooling in her open eye sockets.

Celestia laughed, "Well I'll count that I guess." She tapped a hoof to the ground, and the mother grew silent. "See? I'm a mare of my word."

"Ah'm sorry bro," AJ called over, "Ah dunno if ah can manage over here."

Big Mac climbed out of the hole, causing Celestia to flap her wings and put herself above them. To her interest, he then slid down into AJ's hole, planting his hooves behind her and propping his front legs on the sides of the grave.

"B-brother?" AJ asked, looking back at him.

AJ soon got the idea. Big Mac grasped her hips even as they moved up and down on their father, and pushed his thick cock tip back to her ass. Sliding in, soon her hips bounced back and forth between Big Mac and zombie dad. Big Mac licked at the back of Applejack's ears, determined to help his sister get off, and the idea of a necro threesome was so hot to Celestia that she allowed it.

"Gonna cum hard in yer ass again, slut," said Big Mac, "Ah can't stay away from mah sister's choice plot anymore, ah shoulda been fuckin you years ago." Clearly honest words and not just for Celestia’s benefit.

"Mmmph brother," cried out Applejack, arching her back and speeding up her motion between them. It was much easier to imagine she was fucking her brother when she actually was, "That's it, fuck mah dirty ass like tha cum dump ah am." She kept up the dirty talk to Daddy too, just in case it was still required, "Ah'm gonna soak yer cock in mah fuck juice Daddy, just you wait." At the very least, her tunnel had begun to bleed, which was giving a tiny bit more lubrication.

The trio continued to go at it, and their little scheme did eventually pay off. A mere five minutes from time being up, Applejack groaned out again. She threw her head up and moaned as her rump continued to move, her juice now splattering down onto her dead father's belly, drooling down his balls to give them a layer of fuck goo.

Even after they had gotten off, they went another three minutes before Big Mac got off again as well, blowing a third load into his sister. It took them another minute to slow down, and their gooey bodies finally pulled apart. Adanac's hips were nearly crushed under the weight of two, his groin drooling with his daughter's juice. Needless to say, the two wasted no time pulling themselves out of the hole, and just as Celestia had promised, she made the father stop as well.

"There," panted Applejack, "We've went through hell fer ya, so let them go like ya promised."

Celestia hmmed, "Well there's that, but there's another thing."

"What now?" AJ shook her head.

"I said you had to keep me amused the entire time," said Celestia, "And there was one point that I said I wasn’t amused. That’s not the entire time.”