Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

The line of ponies wanting to defile their former ruler would have ran out, except the royal guard that had been holding down Twilight and Shining now wanted their turn as well. So a large pegasus guard was now busily plowing his rape stick into Celestia's over-used pussy, which still gave just enough of a fit to feel nice and snug around him. As he plowed her juicy cunt, an earth guard had mounted her head, gripping her around the neck to feel the bulge of his cock inside it as he forced her to gag it down.

"It seems that her Majesty is still being used," said Trixie, "No bother. It's probably best if her Highness gets to watch Trixie when she snuffs out the little one." She turned to Redheart and Tenderheart, "Where is Sunrise Sparkle?"

"Sunrise Sparkle?" Redheart sounded confused, "We didn't bring her... we thought..."

"Trixie thought she told you to bring the whole family," Trixie growled, "They all die. Even the little one."

"Not Sunrise..." Twilight moaned, though she was still doubled over on the floor and not able to do much more.

"But she's innocent," said Tenderheart, "Besides we thought... that she would be raised as the new leader, so we'd still have an alicorn as..."

"You thought wrong," Trixie snapped, "Now go get the Sunrise Sparkle. Trixie is going to impale her from cunt to mouth with Trixie's cock. Equestria doesn't need alicorns to rule."

"No... just no," Redheart stammered, then looked around and raised her voice, "Is this what you all want? To trade one tyrant for another? We still have time to give Sunrise proper training to make her a great ruler."

Trixie's eyes narrowed, "Seize them, then go get Trixie the little one."

The room grew quieter. Even the stallions plowing Celestia slowed their strokes and looked wide-eyed in Trixie's direction. On one hoof, the nurses did have a point about having a better ruler. On the other hoof, the ponies in here weren't exactly the most moral, and a leader that would still let them enjoy their jobs had to be tempting. Even the real Celestia slowed her rabid fapping and watched to see what would happen. She'd have to intervene before Sunrise died, even if the idea of seeing her die screaming was more than a little arousing. She had other plans for the little one. Still, she had no problem with letting it go on until the little one was seconds from death.

For a long moment everyone stayed quiet as they waited for someone else to react first. One guard walked towards Trixie, but was blocked by a pair of mages. Looking nervously around and finding no one standing behind him, the guard turned towards the nurses instead. Several other guards followed the example, and each nurse was taken hold of, a pony to either side of them.

"You have to be kidding me!" Redheart shouted, "Really? This is what you're choosing?"

"You," Trixie looked at a mage, ignoring Redheart, "Go get the little one but do not harm her. Save that for Trixie."

Trixie looked back to the nurses, grinning widely at the two of them as they went silent, both shivering violently despite their angry, determined stares.

"The nurses will share the little one's fate," said Trixie, "Now... do a sisterly sixty-nine for Trixie."

"What?" asked Tenderheart and Redheart together. They had expected something more obviously lethal.

"You heard Trixie," answered Trixie, waving the guards that were holding them back to let them stand, "You can either do that, or Trixie can think of something else."

The confused pair nodded together. They turned together, awkwardly looking at each other for a moment before Tenderheart sank to her belly before rolling over on the floor, splaying her four legs out, her shaft still semi-hard between her hind legs. Redheart padded over to her, turning herself opposite to her and standing over her, sinking down so that her own shaft flopped against her sister's face. She grasped Tenderheart's shaft between her forelegs and ran her tongue up and down, curling around the shaft, which quickly began to get hard once again. Tenderheart ran her hooves up and down Redheart's body in return as she slurped her shaft into her muzzle, running her tongue out and pushing it to the back of her throat, swallowing against the tip, soon coaxing it to throbbing hardness as well.

"Deep throat," commanded Trixie, moving closer, "Show Trixie how far you can stuff it."

The sisters appeared to be no strangers to taking it deep. Redheart slid her lips over her sister's shaft, sliding it to the back of her throat and swallowing several times firmly against the tip before sinking it deeper. As her neck bulged from the fleshy throat stuffer, she started to bob her head, matching Tenderheart's hips as they began to push together. It wasn't long before she was ball deep, her nose pressing against Tenderheart's ball sack with each thrust. Tenderheart did the same with Redheart's shaft, pulling it deep into her neck and thrusting against the hips with firm strokes, Redheart's balls bouncing against her face with each thrust. Soon the sisters were lost in each other's grasp as they played their hooves over each other's body and stuffed their faces greedily with cock.

It was then that Trixie made things more interesting. Grasping eachs' head and hips in her magic to keep them going, she intensified the futa spell on the two mares, their cocks suddenly growing longer and thicker. Suddenly the pair were straining their jaws as they tried to open wide enough, their necks stretched grotesquely with the size. The two began to struggle and tried to push each other away, but Trixie forced them to keep thrusting together. Blood began to drool from their muzzles as Trixe then started to lengthen the shafts more, fleshy poles pushing down through their digestion track.

Even as stomach acid bit into the shafts, they deepened more, pushing down into each mare's intestinal tracts. It didn't take long before they bottomed out and were forced against one of the walls of their intestines. Trixie didn't stop there though, she pushed them deeper still, stretching out their intestinal wall until it popped open, forming another tight hole for the massive shafts to push through.

By this point both sisters were thrashing, trying their best to push away but completely unable to resist the forced thrusting. Trixie let them stay at this depth for a moment, driving magic still into their magical pikes, and just allowing each body to work over the other's cock. Even as they gagged and gurgled around the cocks, they still managed to get off for her. Tenderheart blew her top first, Redheart's body bloating from the magical cream filling as her body heaved and thrashed. Redheart blew seconds later and Tenderheart bloated up the same way, their bruised flesh bulging out.

Finally both shafts were thrusts as deep as they could to exit out the other end. Redheart's pushed out of her pussy, blowing the last bits of cum across the floor, while Tenderheart's poked out her ass instead, splattering her own load over the floor, others in the room dodging the flood from either end. Finally they were left there, impaled on each other's shafts from mouth to plot, struggling lightly and shivering as they tried to cope with the damage. No doubt they wouldn't survive, but they might take a while to fade off.

"Trixie will leave you like this," said Trixie as she moved forward and stroked a hoof over Redheart's back, "The nurses should survive long enough to witness the death of the dearly loved foal."

Trixie looked back to find the mage she had sent to fetch little Sunrise Sparkle, and said mage stepped forward, carrying the infant in her magic. The little one was resting peacefully for the moment, its diaper peeled of its cute little behind to leave her exposed. Trixie took the infant in her own magic, then carried it over to a spot she thought everyone could see.

"Trixie please leave her," Twilight cried, "You can use her for your personal sex slave or whatever you want!"

"Trixie will use her up now," said Trixie, "Now don't take your eyes off; Trixie will enjoy your foal nice and slowly."

Trixie sat back on her haunches, bringing Sunrise to her face and turning her so that she could eye her bottom. She nuzzled the little one's slit, making her squeak, then lapped firmly over it several times, savoring the taste of deliciously underage slit, looking forward to snuffing its little life out. She took a deep breath, breathing in her scent once more before pulling her away.

Trixie lay onto her back on the floor, sprawling out her hind legs and allowing her rock hard erection to slap against her belly. She held Sunrise in her front hooves and grinned widely, bringing her down to her groin and rubbing her slowly up and down her shaft, already slickened from use. She throbbed, drooling pre onto her belly as she felt the tight little hole rub against her shaft, then slowly moved her into position.

Lifting her cock up, slowly stroking it with one hoof as the other hoof moved Sunrise into position, she pushed the tiny little cunt against her cock tip, prying at her perfect pony pussy. It was every bit as tight as if it were virgin, since a stretching spell had been used the few times Sunrise had been fucked, and Trixie took several long minutes, but finally the tiny lips gave way, allowing her to sink into the tight foal hole, pushing hard and moaning on the first thrust.

Sunrise's squeaking immediately changed to crying as her soft cunt was immediately overstretched, sending pain throbbing through her body. Soon her wailing was outshining Twilight's, and Trixie took a moment to just enjoy the screams. Moment over, she pushed deeper still, thrusting her cock further into the clenching tunnel, her cock milked relentlessly by the spasms running through the child's body.

"Good, scream for Trixie," Trixie moaned, "Trixie is going to enjoy impaling the slutty little fuck meat, until her bloody cock exits her screaming muzzle."

Trixie began thrusting with more vigor, holding the little one in both her magic and forelegs, shoving her down onto her cock, which sank into her a tiny bit with each stroke, slowly stretching out her belly. It wasn't long before Trixie felt her tip push against its little womb, then slammed against the fleshy door as hard as she could. The infant's wails went up and octave as she broke through, immediately sinking to the back of Sunrise's undeveloped womb and slamming against the fragile flesh.

"That's it!" Trixie moaned, "Trixie is about to push through and end the little fuck toy's pathetic life! Watch as your daughter dies, Twilight Sparkle, Celestia, watch closely as Trixie snuffs her out!"

The real Celestia moved to see the event better, stroking herself violently as she watched the shape of Trixie's cock slide further up through the infant's squirming body, blood drooling from the overstretched cunt, the sound of her daughter squealing washing over her ears and sounding so beautiful. Her body was torn between putting a stop to it to save her daughter's life and allowing Trixie to burst through the back wall and up into Sunrise's chest to crush her little organs. A child being raped to death was so amazingly hot, and an infant being raped to death even hotter! Celestia found herself distracted, forgetting for a moment what she was doing, allowing Trixie to smash her cock tip repeatedly against the weak flesh. Celestia might hate herself for it later, but right now she wanted nothing more than to see her daughter butchered and to slurp up her sweet little soul.

A few more strokes and Sunrise would have been throwing up a fountain of blood and cock, but Celestia's distraction came to the rescue. Her violently lust broke her concentration on Chrysalis, and her control over the changeling queen wavered. There was a burst of green light around the fake Celestia, shimmering through the room as Celestia's form was replaced by that of Chrysalis. Even her detached wings and shattered horn fragments took their former shape. There was a gasp that ran throughout the room, and even Trixie ceased her movements, jaw-dropping at the revelation. For a few more long moments the only sound was the continued wailing of the half-dead infant.

"It... it was Chrysalis the whole time?" Trixie blinked and just stared, cock still womb deep inside Sunrise.

Celestia could have easily let it be at that point. She would have been off the hook for everything she had done if she just allowed them to think Chrysalis did it. But not only did she no longer care, she was proud of what she had done. She wouldn't allow Chrysalis to steal the credit.

"Oh don't you wish it was her the whole time," Celestia said.

Celestia flashed into appearance as her invisibility dropped, standing up tall and letting her hard cock flop about freely as she walked towards Trixie. all the doors leading into the room all clamped shut together and locked tightly to prevent anyone leaving the room. Trixie stared at Celestia, mouth still open, slowly pulling the infant off of her cock, which throbbed in complaint at not getting to murderfuck a baby. Celestia's horn glowed, healing the little one enough to keep her from bleeding out, but not enough to stop it from hurting; she still wanted to hear her infant wail some more. She casually moved the infant to the corner of the room that Celestia had been in, leaving her there to squall.

"Celestia!" Twilight cried out. As she was released by her captors quite suddenly, she staggered towards Celestia, "You saved Sunrise!"

"I suppose I did, my love," said Celestia, "Though I intended to let her die horribly, only my distraction allowing Chrysalis to convert saved her, and you have to admit that would have been more than a little hot."

"Oh well..." Twilight said, "Well I was mainly just angry it was Trixie. Does this mean we get to kill Trixie?"

"Oh yes, definitely," said Celestia.

"Trixie... can explain?" Trixie peeped.

"Oh please do," said Celestia, "Please explain your attempt to take my place. Actually I'm pretty open to anyone in this room telling me why I shouldn't just kill them now."

"You can kill me now if you want," offered Twilight, sounding hopeful.

"Quiet, my love, I'm working," Celestia said, then looked back to Trixie, "Yes?"

"I..." Trixie looked like she was about to piss herself, eyes wide and mouth still open, "T-- I-- The goddess would have done the same thing in Trixie's place!"

"Yes, and she would be getting killed too in your place," said Celestia.

"B-but the goddess need someone alive," said Trixie, tears streaming down her face and bowing her head low, "To tell others of her mighty wrath and-"

"Now that is a good point," said Celestia, "But that isn't going to be you, Trixie." Celestia looked around at the other ponies, all stunned into silence, "You hear that? I'm going to let one of you live. One. Trixie and Chrysalis are mine; the rest of you better start killing each other until one remains."

There was only a few more moments of the stunned silence before one of the royal guard lunged at the guard next to him, driving his spear through the stallion's neck and twisting until his neck snapped. The second guard slumped to the ground, gagging up blood as his neck tilting at a grotesque angle. Seconds later, the entire room was embroiled in an orgy of violence. As metal clashed and mages beamed their energy indiscriminately across the room, Celestia pulled herself, Twilight, and Sunrise over to one corner. Trixie and Chrysalis were dragged after her, Trixie kicking wildly but Chrysalis allowing herself to be dragged limply. The group was neatly protected by a dome shield by Celestia, easily deflecting the stray beam weapon or spear.

Celestia licked her lips as she watched, reaching one hoof over to Twilight's head and pulling it downward into her lap. Twilight opened wide without hesitation, slipping her lips over Celestia's shaft and swallowing the tip down into her throat. Soon the good wife was bobbing her head, stroking with both forelegs, allowing the cock to stretch out her neck and forcing it deeper even as she gagged it down. Sunrise was pulled close as well, Celestia pushing the child's face against her sweaty ball sack, then beneath it to her drooling cunt. The continued wailing sent vibrations up through her as she savored her daughter's continued pain. Celestia allowed one hoof to hold Twilight's head as the other rubbed firmly against Sunrise's delicious, bloody pussy, encouraging her to squall all the more. On top of that, she let her energy seep all over the room, soaking up souls as they were released from their bodies, taking in more and more energy, each life sacrificed to her making her all the more aroused.

"Mmm, it's good to be in charge," Celestia licked her lips again as she slowly thrust her hips, "It's good to be God."