Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Moondancer headed nervously towards the throne room. An appointment summons from Princess Celestia, or Fuck Goddess Celestia, whatever she was now, could mean so many things.

It could be that Moondancer was actually going to get appointed to do something at the royal palace, which would be amazing, even if she was certain to lose her virginity as soon as Celestia found out that she still had it. More often however, it meant something less pleasant, like being appointed to be Celestia’s dinner, or something else that involved a horrible death.

Yet she didn’t consider fleeing, no matter how much she wanted to. Being appointed by Celestia meant she was probably going to die, but running from her would mean that she was definitely going to die, and far more horribly than if she had volunteered herself to be murdered. And even if she did somehow manage the impossible and escape, her family wouldn’t. No, she had to face the music.

She thought she knew exactly how Celestia knew about her though. It was almost certainly the Lord Commander of the Royal Harem, Twilight Sparkle, because Moondancer couldn’t think of anyone else at the palace that would even know who she was. That fucking bitch.

It didn’t matter now though. She nodded to the royal harem outside of the throne room, whose uniform consisted of a hell of a lot more leather than the armor they use to wear when they were still the royal guard. The guard nodded to her, looking exhausted himself, and opened the door into the throne room.

Inside, it looked like Celestia was busy doing what she did best. One of the royal night harem members was pinned on his back on the floor in front of the throne, sporting two black eyes and a large partially-toothed grin, trying his best to pretend to enjoy it lest she make it worse for him. Celestia was sitting on his crotch, legs splayed out so that the guard’s shaft was visible penetrating her. Celestia wasn’t sporting the cock that she almost always did in public, which did seem odd, but what did it matter.

Moondancer tried to remember what she had read about ‘modern’ royal etiquette, and moved forward closer to Celestia, bowing her front half down while keeping her plot as high as she could.

“G-Great Fuck Goddess Celestia,” she stammered, shivering visibly with fear of what was about to happen to her, “I-I am present for your appointment at the requested time... I am... honored to fulfill... your pleasure.”

“Rape?” Celestia stared at Moondancer, tilting her head to the side, and didn’t even slow down her hips, continuing to smack wet bellies with the bat stallion beneath her.

Moondancer took a deep breath to steady herself, “Yes, I thought that might be the reason.” She had to tense up every muscle to keep herself from turning and running, “If that is your wish, I did read some interesting books on rape recently.” There was a whole section of books on rape at the library now. “Perhaps you might like to try some of the more creative ideas.” She figured that the more she cooperated, the less terrifying Celestia would make her demise.

“Rape?” Celestia tilted her head the other way.

“Um, yes,” Moondancer relaxed just slightly, blinking in confusion, “I... If you’ve brought me here for that, we may as well...”

“Rape?” Celestia cut her off.

“That’s not Goddess Celestia,” came a voice from behind Moondancer, making her jump. She turned to see an orange blond-haired earth pony wearing a purple suit and turtleneck.

“Um, hello?” Moondancer turned to look at her. “It isn’t?”

“Rape?” asked Celestia when Moondancer turned away.

“I take it you are Ms. Dancer? I’m Ms Harshwhinny. Master of Coin,” the pony introduced herself, sounding rather unenthused. “Also no. It is not. It is apparently a ‘mirror clone’” She did air quotes with her hooves, “She left it in charge while she is visiting another dimension.”

“That seems... “ Moondancer caught herself before saying something that might get her killed, and finished with “Very wise.” instead.

“Indeed,” Harshwhinny rolled her eyes. “Thankfully it is every bit as good of a ruler that she is.”

"Rape!" agreed Celestia.

“I see... so... ‘it’ didn’t summon me?” asked Moondancer.

“No. The real one did. Shortly before she left,” explained Harshwhinny, “You have been appointed Hoof of the Goddess. I do suggest you take the appointment. I had the displeasure of seeing what she did to the last refusal.”

“I accept... of course. B-but wasn’t that already appointed? What happened to the first one?” Moondancer was both incredibly relieved and confused at once.

“Rape?” guessed Celestia.

“Goddess Celestia has decided that only mares are worthy to sit on the Small Council,” Harshwhinny explained in the same unenthused tone. “A decision I greatly agree with, probably the most competent thing she's done in the last year or so. At any rate. Follow me.”

Moondancer didn’t ask what Celestia did to him when she decided he was getting replaced; she was pretty sure she would regret asking if she did. Instead she followed Harshwhinny out of the throne room, breathing a sigh of relief. This was definitely not what she expected to happen. Maybe Twilight wasn’t quite the bitch she had assumed.

“I apologize before hoof,” said Harshwhinny as they rounded the spiral staircase up towards the meeting hall, “But we are required to all have sexual relations with you as part of your initiation, regardless of how low your consent level may be. This must occur simultaneously with the meeting.”

“O-oh...” Moondancer felt some of her nervousness return, but continued to follow, “You said there were only mares on the council though?” She then added very quietly, “Also I’m... sort of a virgin.”

“We have potions to solve the anatomical problem. Stallions are rather useless now that magic allows such things,” explained Harshwhinny, “A virgin you say? Well that is a shame. I hope you are a fast learner. Our orders, in her rather uncouth words, is to ‘kill that worthless cunt if she doesn’t slut it up enough.’” More air quotes.

“Oh...” Moondancer’s eyes got rather large, “T-thank you for... letting me know... what was expected of me.”

“Right. Happy to help,” Harshwhinny said, though it sounded like maybe she wanted to put air quotes around ‘happy’.

Finally they reached the top, and Harshwhinny opened the door to the council chamber itself. It was a relatively empty room, if ornate, with a long table sitting in the middle, a number of other ponies around it. Harshwhinny walked up to the table, calmly taking her seat.

“Greetings council. It appears that this Twilight palette-swap is the new Hoof of the Goddess,” Harshwhinny said before moving a hoof to point at each of the others in turn, “Ms. Moon Dancer. This is Master of War, Ms. Tree Hugger. The Master of Whisperers, Ms. Pacific Glow. The Master of Laws, Ms. Sugar Coat. The Master of Air Defense, Ms. Indigo Zap. The Master of Magic, Ms. Starlight Glimmer. And the Grand Maester, Ms. Zecora.”

Based on her research, and she had made sure to research Celestia before coming, Moondancer knew that Celestia had probably put competent individuals in some posts, and ones certain to mess things up in others, depending on her royal mood at the time of appointment.

“Call me Molly,” said Pacific Glow, popping a few things that looked like colorful candy into her mouth. Whatever it was, she had a cereal bowl full of it next to her.

“Pointer of order,” added Harshwhinny casually, “Ms Dancer is a virgin.”

“She’s as good as dead,” Sugarcoat stated bluntly, but all the same used her magic to place a gavel at the end of the table, where Moondancer assumed she was to sit, if they let her.

“Almost certainly,” agreed Ms Harshwhinny, “I did inform her of what was expected of her. And what will happen to her when she fails at the task.” No vote of confidence from her, apparently.

“I... I...” Moonlight just stood there awkwardly as the others discussed how fucked she was, both figuratively and literally.

“If I may put it blunt,” said Zecora, as she pushed a small box full of blue potions into the center of the table, taking one for herself, “I call first at her cunt.”

“I call ass!” Indigo yelled.

“Ass is mine, dudes,” Tree Hugger said more quietly, but at the exact same time as Indigo.

“Hm,” Harshwhinny pondered. “I could not tell who was first.” She turned to Moondancer. “Who was first, Ms. Dancer? You are supposed to be in charge after all. Relatively so. I do not intend to spend the whole meeting doing your job. I will probably be too busy doing all of their jobs.”

“I...I...” Moondancer continued to stammer, looking back and forth between Indigo, who was grinning widely, and Tree Hugger, who was swaying and not paying attention anymore. She figured the dizzy-looking one would be more gentle, “Uh, Tree Hugger.”

“Fuck you, dope whore!” Indigo yelled at Tree Hugger, then looked back to Moondancer, “I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to make up for it!”

“We should break her in with a toy,” suggested Starlight, “Then no one gets her virginity! Fair!” She raised her front hooves up, speaking as if expecting everyone to wholeheartedly agree, but was promptly ignored.

“Right...” Moondancer took another deep breath, “So we have to do this simultaneously then?”

“Yes,” stated Harshwhinny plainly, as she reached over to get her own bottle of the substance, “It is required according to ‘the rules’.” Yet more air quotes, “We are to keep your throat clear so you can do so. Once your defilement and the meeting have concluded, we will discuss your performance and vote on your fate. In the unlikely case that you win the vote, you will be the permanent Hoof of the Goddess. More likely, we will take suggestions and have another vote on how to kill you. You get to vote in that one. Then we are all required to urinate on you. Regardless of your status as living or not at that time.” That calm voice just made it sound worse.

“Yeah, let’s murder this bitch!” Indigo’s wings were already at pulsing wing-boner status.

“We are not voting yet,” Harshwhinny sighed. “Can we PLEASE get a few things done involving the realm today? We have an important issue to deal with.”

“Um, this meeting is called to order?” Moondancer said uncertainly, picking up the gavel with her magic and tapping the table.

Apparently everyone took that more as a call to scarf down a potion, downing them all at once as if they were making a toast to Moondancer’s seemingly inevitable doom. Moondancer hoped she could at least get some good done during the meeting before she died; it was more opportunity than she expected to have when she got to the palace at least. There was a bit more of an awkward pause as the council members grunted and strained from the agony of having their bodies reshape into the required parts. Well, except for Molly, who just giggled at the others like a school girl might giggle at someone she was in love with, and Tree Hugger, who did some sort of snakelike dance and neighed strangely to ward off the discomfort.

Moondancer took the opportunity to speak more, “I assume there is some kind of list to give us an itinerary?”

“Yes,” grunted Harshwhinny, pulling herself back into her seat, and pushing a piece of paper over to Moondancer with a shaky hoof, still recovering from the potion warping, “I always make a list. Not that any of these bozos ever read it.”

“Okay, well then let’s get... mmph!” Moondancer did her best to get in another sentence before it started, but no such luck. Instead Indigo was behind her so quickly that Moondancer would have thought she teleported if not for the wind. Indigo immediately grabbed a hoof behind Moondancer’s head, slamming down her face on the table as hard as she could. And then again. And again. Her glasses were shattered in the process, pieces falling to the floor and shards of glass lodging in her face.

“Keep her muzzle clear. Do not make me inform Goddess Celestia that you are unable to follow 'the rules',” reminded Harshwhinny firmly, which is likely the only thing that made Indigo stop before Moondancer was dead.

Moondancer gagged, warm blood running down her face and a stabbing pain filling her head, originating at her now broken nose. A second later she was grabbed around the neck by Zecora, who pushed the empty potions off the table so she could lay on her back, pulling Moondancer up atop her. Moondancer felt the zebra’s thick shaft pulse against her virgin pussy, as well as feeling Tree Hugger slide up behind her, gliding hooves down Moondancer’s sides to rest on her hips, her own thick schlong smacking Moondancer’s posterior. Indigo could be seen stroking her own magical member as she waited, while Harshwhinny and Sugarcoat both looked annoyed, though Sugarcoat managed an unenthusiastic masturbation with both hooves at least. Meanwhile, Molly was staring up at the light above the ceiling, smiling at it as if it were beautiful, while sucking on a pacifier.

“Sit on this spot, and expect to be queasy,” said Zecora, “For on your plot, I will not go easy.”

“Don’t flip out, girl. Just relax and let the soothing sexual energy flow through you,” Tree Hugger was more comforting, if nonsensical. “Let the phalluses penetrate deep into your soul. Become one with them, make them your armor, and they cannot harm you.”

Moondancer felt tears rolling down her face, barely choking back a sob. She wanted to just go limp and let them fuck her to death, but then she thought about... what Twilight would think when she found out Moondancer failed. Was that why Twilight requested her? Just so she’d die and Twilight could laugh about it afterward?

No, Moondancer decided, she was not going to give that bitch the pleasure of her failure. She would take any pain and act in every sort of undignified manners to avoid that.

“You better not go easy,” Moondancer stammered over another sob, sounding less than enthusiastic, “These virgin holes are way overdue for some good... fucking.”

Moondancer gritted her teeth, raising herself up onto Zecora, and reaching a front hoof beneath her to push Zecora’s tip against her tight little pussy, the other reaching back and trying to do the same with Tree Hugger’s throbbing tip. Fortunately for Moondancer, she had the foresight to have already lubed up the inside of her tail hole before coming, as deeply as she could stand to at least. Unfortunately for her, she had counted on her cunt to become wet on its own, and it wasn’t, so her pussy was actually drier than her ass was.

Zecora and Tree Hugger held her hips together, and the both of them pulled her downward firmly, even as Moondancer tensed and pushed herself downward as well. It took so long to force the shafts in, that Moondancer figured she may as well start the meeting too, and picked up the list with her magic, holding it in front of her bloody face.

“I-Issue one,” Moondancer panted, squinting her eyes as she tried to read without her glasses, “Citizens are not... getting into the spirit of... “ It took her a moment to get the next bit out, “Foal fucking... Think of a way to encourage IT!!”

Her voice turned up at the end as finally her tight labia and puckered ass gave in at once. Suddenly her lips were sliding down thick zebra cock, the blood of her obliterated hymen trickling down the base of the shaft as the pain forced its way deeper and deeper. Zecora groaned happily at the warm flesh twitching against her, ramming hard regardless of how well lubricated it was. Tree Hugger wasn’t as gentle as Moondancer had expected, pushing her own shaft deep as well, pushing harder even as it sank in more slowly, seeming determined to get balls deep into that warm shit pit on the first thrust.

Moondancer wanted to scream again and again, but again she made herself speak, even if her voice was arching up and down now, “I... yes! Make...as hard as you can! I want your cocks... all the way! Rape me harder! Impregnate me!” And she hoped she was impregnated. Wanting to see what a half-zebra looked like might prevent Celestia from killing her later, assuming she wasn’t killed here.

The stabbing pain shot up through her more until her whole body felt like it was on fire. But she forced herself to roll her hips against the shafts, impaling herself as hard as she could. “Any comments on issue one?” she managed to say, and when no one answered added, “Um, Minister of Laws? Maybe you have an idea?”

“Well we already abolished the minimum legal age,” Sugarcoat shrugged, casually stroking her shaft with one front hoof as she leaned her head on the other, “And public schools are required to teach sex ed ‘hooves on’, but some parents have started to home school their little brats to avoid it. Then there’s the ponies that have already gone through school and never got the classes, the result is that presently a larger percent of twenty year olds are virgins than ten year olds. Go figure.”

“Require every pony to take the class, so that everyone gets the same education,” suggested Starlight.

“No don’t send them back to school, so not cool,” only Molly was nice enough not to ignore her, and then only to protest, “Like, hype them all up on Molly, that can make even the biggest prude fuck-crazy.”

“Having them all go back to school for four weeks of 'fuck ed' would be prohibitively expensive,” Harshwhinny shook her head. “So would giving everyone Ecstasy. Even if it wasn’t, you would just eat it all before we could give it to them.”

“Pbbt, I’m not that bad,” chuckled Molly.

“Ms. Glow. You brought a cereal bowl full of it to this meeting, and you're eating it with a spoon,” Harshwhinny huffed. “How are you even still alive?”

Molly just giggled and downed another spoon full.

“Back on track, maybe leave it up to ponies to lose it,” Moondancer managed to get out, “But then make it illegal to be a virgin if you’re over a certain age. Suggestions for age?“

“Well that is fairly inexpensive. We shall only have to execute the ones that are hated enough for someone to turn them in. The same age as consent was?” Ms. Harshwinny said, conservatively choosing, “16?”

“Fuck that,” said Indigo, “We’re supposed to be encouraging them to fuck kids, not teens. I say eleven years old, tops.”

“That’s even better; we should set a specific date,” suggested Starlight, excitedly, “On the day they turn a certain age, they lose their virginity. No later or earlier, so everyone loses it at the exact same time in their lives!” Ignored again. “Um, all holes at once, too?” Nope. Still ignored.

“Hey everyone look.... it’s a talking pony!” added Molly in amazement, pointing at Starlight, “Marry me!”

“No.” answered Starlight almost before Molly finished saying it, as if used to giving the answer.

“Aw come on,” Molly despondently lay her head on the table, “Fuck me at least.”

“If a new law we are to pen,” Zecora panted even as she repeatedly slammed her tip against Moondancer’s cervix, leaning up to lick some tears off her face before continuing the rhyme. “I would say the age is ten.”

“You only picked that because it rhymes,” Sugarcoat started masturbating with her tail now so that she could cross her forelegs in disdain.

“The Gooddess really loves the foals,” Tree Hugger chuckled, even as she reamed Moondancer’s ass, finally forcing it all the way in, her belly hitting the plot with a smack, and working into an outright violent thrusting, despite how mellow her words were, “She’ll want them to learn about the pleasure of sexual fulfillment early on. I learned at seven. Let’s go with seven, dudes.”

“Five! And kill their parents too!” Indigo argued enthusiastically, as if it were a competition for who could be the most vile.

“Four and a half!” added Molly, “Wait, what were we talking about?”

It took all of her concentration for Moondancer to listen to them, trying to ignore the constant pain shooting up through her. Finally Zecora broke through her cervix as well, her tip now pounding the back wall of Moondancer’s unused womb. Zecora and Tree Hugger bounced her back and forth, playing a game of pelvis ping-pong as they pushed themselves repeatedly into her. Even if she was doing her best to pretend to like it, her insides were convulsing in disgust, only pleasuring her rapists more.

More tears rolled down Moondancer’s cheeks as she forced her tormented body to add to the force of her hips moving back and forth, both to keep up on the act, and hoping to get them off faster. At the very least, her pussy was now sopping wet, even if her cunt honey was tinted red. Her tail hole wasn’t as dry either, though more because of the blood drooling down to Tree Hugger’s swinging ball sack and getting slung all over the table.

“Right,” Moondancer squeaked as she forced out the words, “We’ll go with ten since it’s even, anyone with a two digit age who is found to be a virgin is to be raped and executed publicly.”

“’Raped and Executed’ is redundant to psychos like us,” Sugarcoat commented.

“Right.. So in front of their legal guardians and teacher if applicable, who will then die themselves.” Moondancer felt her stomach turn because of all that she was saying, feeling like she was going to vomit, hating herself for what she was willing to do to stay alive. She tried to rationalize, telling herself it was just her job to speak for Celestia, so she had to answer as she thought Celestia would.

“Yeah okay, I’ll put it on the books,” said Sugarcoat, “How long should we give them before it goes into effect?”

Moondancer really didn’t like what Celestia would probably do for this, but said it anyway, “Put it into effect immediately; any true patriot should have been ready.” Reading up on Celestia’s activities prior to showing up seemed to have unwittingly prepared her to act on Celestia’s behalf.

There was a bit of an awkward silence after that, save for the squish and splurt and slap of bodies being penetrated and smacking together of course. Moondancer wasn’t sure if they were impressed or disturbed at the answer.

Though the silence was broken by a loud groan from Zecora, actually two groans... that sort of rhymed. She gave several more powerful thrusts before unloading a rush of thick fertile zebra seed into the unicorn’s body, rolling her eyes back as she continued to pack it in with her shaft. She continued to thrust, howbeit slower, until Tree Hugger followed.

“Grooooovy,” Tree Hugger groaned as she packed her own thick orgasm into Moondancer’s asshole, shooting the load deep, the penetration so tight that not a drop spilled, it just pushed up through her intestines, joining with the swell of Zecora’s cum to make her look almost pregnant already.

“Yeah knock up my dirty cunt,” Moondancer sounded a bit more willing, but also a bit drunk with pain, “I’m such an... um... dirty cummy... cum slut... cunt. Whatever! Stuff more cocks in me so we can go on to issue two.”

Tree Hugger pulled free, letting the spunk finally pour out onto the table, and moved her head around to give Moondancer a deep kiss, rubbing her hooves up and down her body a few times before returning to her seat. Moondancer returned it the best she could, and hoped she had earned at least one vote for her to live.

Zecora showed less gratitude, just pushing her off onto the table, another flood pouring out of Moondancer’s cunt onto the table as Zecora returned to her seat as well. Moondancer lay on her side in the puddle atop the table and panted, “I-Indigo... Harshwhinny...”

“Not yet. If you do not mind,” Harshwhinny said, “I prefer sloppy holes. I will go after every pony else is done.” That sounded really weird in her matter-of-factual tone, but then added darkly, “Then I can have you to myself.”

“Wait, which one are we fucking?” Molly asked.

“I’m not opposed to getting seconds,” Tree Hugger chuckled, “Yeah get hot for the plot...”

“Let everyone else go first,” Moondancer said to Tree Hugger, then asked, “How about Sugarcoat?”

“I wouldn’t touch your ugly skank plot with a ten-foot pole if I wasn’t required by royal decree to put my dick in it,” Sugarcoat said, “Let’s get it over with.”

Just as Moondancer started to pull herself up from her laying position, she was grabbed by her hind hoof, twisted around so that her face slammed against the table again, then her bottom was pulled into Indigo Zap’s lap.

She groaned, but did her best to oblige, pushing herself down when she felt Indigo’s throbbing member against her ass, clenching her teeth once again, trying to squeeze with her ass. Well it was easier than the first one she took, but it still wasn’t exactly pleasant. Indigo groaned as her shaft slid smoothly into the well-fucked ass, then leaned forward and bit her ear from behind, twisting it painfully.

Sugarcoat slid between Moondancer and the table,, pushing Moondancer up onto her haunches in Indigo’s lap, then pushing her own throbbing member into her pussy, Zecora’s cum drooling down to her balls as it was partially displaced. Whether she wanted to fuck her or not, she sure didn’t hold back, immediately working into a solid stroking motion, forcing her way back through her cervix within a few thrusts. She then smacked Moondancer’s face with one hoof to turn it away, as if to say she didn’t want to look at it.

“Yeah, fuck my whore cunt and hot little ass, make it hurt bad like I deserve!” panted Moondancer, but also picked the list back up, “Also... issue number two. Let’s see...” she squinted, the jostling of her body not helping her read any, “The changeling queens are all dead other than Chrysalis, and we estimate only about a hundred changelings that are still managing to avoid being exterminated, so... we need to decide what species we want to be the target of the next genocide, so we can prepare for it. It can be anything other than unicorns, pegasai, and earth ponies.”

No one answered immediately, so Moondancer did her best to quickly satisfy her current pair of rapists while they all thought about it. She tried her best not to cry, unsuccessfully, though as much from humiliation now as from pain. She had never thought that a gang-rape could be this casual.

Moondancer rotated her hips more firmly, though Indigo and Sugarcoat weren’t taking turns, but instead jamming their pulsing fuck rods in at the same time, so soon she was bouncing up and down more than back and forth. She tensed up her cunt and ass, trying her best to roll those fuck tunnels up and down their cocks.

Indigo responded with a groan, still biting her ear, by now enough that it was bleeding, the pegasus pulling at it as if trying to rip off a chunk. Then she reached up a hoof and smacked Moondancer’s horn, making her drop the list as more pain jolted through her head.

She tried to steady herself by holding Sugarcoat about the belly with her hooves, but Sugarcoat responded by twisted one of them and growling a warning as Moondancer pulled them back. Unsure what to do with her fore hooves now, she reached back to stroke them against Indigo instead.

“If any here suggests zebras for the fun,” Zecora finally spoke after looking a bit nervous for a few moments, “You will not live to see it done. Sea ponies are what I suggest for this wrong, so that we can finally shut up their song.”

“Yeah you like that awesome cock,” Indigo grinned, now thinking Moondancer preferred her. “Can’t wait to ram it in your cold dead ass later.” she panted, “And griffins... damn things think they can fly around without being pegasai? Rip their phony wings off and stuff em up their ass.”

“Objectively speaking,” stated Harshwhinny, “The least expensive would be the crystal ponies. We already have them subjugated and mostly in one area.”

“Griffins wouldn’t be that bad,” grunted Indigo, “They don’t have a stable government to speak of anymore, they're sitting ducks.”

“But we would still have to cross the sea to get a large force there,” Harshwhinny shook her head. “Same with the sea ponies, we’d have to build more submarines.”

“Breezies,” suggested Sugarcoat with a grunt. “Just need a strong breeze or some insecticide to kill the little fuckers.”

“A valid point,” conceded Harshwhinny.

“That would be too easy to be any fun,” input Starlight, finally putting in her two cents on the genocide. “To be honest, I’m not big on this... though I suppose everyone is equal when they’re dead...”

It took Moondancer a moment to realize that the discussion had started, and then she had to rewind and play it all back in her head to get a grip on what they were suggesting. Just as she started to speak again however, she started to feel something else, a strange kind of warmth spreading up through her, her muscles tightening up more and more. Sure she had read about this, but it didn’t actually occur to her what was happening until she hit it.

The conversation paused for a moment as Moondancer started squealing up a storm, creaming herself for the first time, juice pouring over Sugarcoat’s shaft and spraying out so violently that everyone at the table got a bit of a squirt. Bot holes burst into a rage of convulsions over the fuck sticks they were impaled upon.

Sugarcoat must have liked it, as much as she tried to pretend she didn’t, as shortly afterward she gritted her teeth as hard as she could to keep from moaning as she blasted her load to give the inside of Moondancer’s womb another coat of paint.

As Sugarcoat went limp from her own bliss, Indigo rose from her seat, flopping both of the other two on the table and pinning them together, yanking her head back to rip out a huge chunk of Moondancer’s ear as she did. She stood with her hind legs standing on her chair and plowed violently into Moondancer’s asshole, not letting either of them rise as of yet.

“Any other discussion?” Moondancer got out before she stopped to scream at a piece of her ear being ripped off and swallowed by Indigo, “W-what about... the... oh...”

She wondered why the two resident druggies weren’t putting in their two cents, but it seemed they were busy as well. Molly must have misunderstood Tree Hugger previously, as she got the impression that Tree Hugger was the one she was supposed to fuck, and staggered around the table over to the dope fiend’s spot. She happily jerked the chair out from under Tree, then pushed her against the table to bend her over it.

Tree didn’t mind at all, and pushed her rump up into the air as soon as she was bent over, without even turning around to see who was mounting her, tail swishing up and wrapping about Molly’s neck. Molly pushed her cock tip against Tree’s pussy, still nestled behind her magical balls, and pushed into the sopping wet foal hole, immediately working her hips into heavy thrusting, thumping the table, alternating with the thumping that Indigo was making, on opposite sides so that they were scooting the whole table back and forth.

Molly reached around with both forelegs, using one to stroke Tree’s shaft as the other massaged her breasts. She moaned, licking at Tree’s neck until Tree turned around and exchanged a deep kiss with her.

“Mmm, I love you...” Molly moaned into the kiss.

“I love everyone, dude,” replied Tree Hugger between kisses, “Oh hey Molly! I didn’t see you there.”

“Hey!” Molly panted, “I got an idea! Let’s put a foal in each other’s pussy!”

“Cool!” Tree rolled her eyes back to enjoy.

“Why bother, anything you two make is going to be a deformed crack-foal,” commented Sugarcoat, muffled from beneath Moondancer.

Harshwhinny sighed, “So do you have an answer, Ms. Dancer. Or are you too distracted to do your job properly.”

“Um,” Moondancer strained to concentrate even as Indigo bit the same ear again to rip another chunk out, “I... Breezies. We’ll prepare for the next time their dimension connects with ours. We’ll let the bulk come through and then strand them to die without any breeze, then pump mustard gas through the portal to get their families,” she panted, really getting disturbed by how quickly she was putting such things together, though for the most part she was trying to come up with an answer that would result in the most ‘no’ votes on her pending execution, “We’ll put crystals, griffins, and sea ponies on the slate to go next, and... meet to discuss it between each to... make sure the order shouldn’t change... and request zebras be added to the list of no-go species, as they are useful to unicorns and too few of them to kill to be good sport and MMPH.”

“Wordy little cunt, aren’t you.” Indigo just had to smack her face on the table for the hell of it, “Beg for my cum! Beg for me to cum in your rotting corpse!”

“You know when I grew up wanting to have an important position in the government,” commented Harshwhinny, "I didn’t imagine it would involve ‘cum in rotting corpses’.” And the return of the air quotes.

“Y-yes!” Moondancer screamed as Indigo ripped a mouthful of her mane hair out with her teeth, “F-fuck your cum into my worthless ass hole, you hot stud! I want your cum drooling from my dead ass, I want it pumped into my corpse-cunt, and sprayed all over my dead, terror-stricken face!”

“Yeah that’s more like it,” grinned Indigo, then arched her back and groaned out, apparently the dirty talk being what she needed to blast her load. Moondancer pushed her behind back against her, taking in another flood of seed into her behind. When Indigo pulled back, she thought that part might be over, but instead Indigo flipped her over, pulling her off Sugarcoat, then took the time to kick her in the gut, cunt-punt her twice as hard as she could, then literally toss her to the other side of the table and onto the floor. “Kill you later, cunt.”

“You need to learn to express your love more constructively,” commented Tree Hugger, even as she lay her head on the table and made a puddle of drool to go with the puddle of spunk already there, then grunted at Molly, “Aw dude yeah, fuel up my foal factory... nnnngh...” Tree Hugger shivered so violently that it shook the table, her own orgasm rippling through her, juice coating Molly’s front and drooling down as her wet balls continued to smack against Tree Hugger’s set.

“Whoa, your pussy is being all weird...” slurred Molly as she sped up her thrusts at the feel of the warm flesh rippling more firmly over her.

Sugarcoat started to squirm off the table as well, but rather than doing that, she felt Indigo’s hoof slam against her face as well, then pinning her down on the edge of the table and prodding her shaft beneath Sugarcoat’s balls, forcing her way into the struggling unicorn’s cunt.

“No,” Sugarcoat stated plainly at first, only to have Indigo groan and push her shaft deep, not stopping until the tip smacked Sugarcoat’s cervix, “I said fucking no!” Indigo replied by starting to thrust hard, smacking against her cervix with each thrust and slowly banging her way through.

“Yeah feel that cock?” Indigo drooled, “It’s the cock that’s gonna knock you up!”

“Plenty of pregnancies to celebrate today it seems,” Starlight commented, “Maybe we should all get impregnated together!”

“Fuck you bitch, I ain’t poppin’ out one of those,” grunted Indigo as she continued her task of planting one of those in Sugarcoat.

“Excuse me you fucktards!” screamed Sugarcoat, “She is RAPING me, and lesser species are not allowed to rape unicorns without a royal decree! Isn’t anyone going to stop her?” apparently not.

“As Hoof of the Goddess, i can speak for her, and I say, ‘Proceed, Indigo’.” she figured Sugarcoat wouldn’t vote for her regardless, but Indigo MIGHT vote for her if she though Moondancer was cool. That and even she was a bit tired of the unicorn master race thing floating around these days.

“Fuck yeah, prepare yourself to have a dirty half-breed in your ‘master race’ pussy!” Indigo grinned, “Wait...can I kill her? I’ll vote for you to live if I can cum in her corpse instead!”

“Proceed, Ms Harshwhinny can you take care of the Master of Law duties while we find another one?” Moondancer moaned from her position sprawled out on the floor, “Now where’s the list? And somebody else fuck me.”

“Well looks like you won’t have to have my foal after all!” laughed Indigo.

“What? You bitch you can’t do that!” Sugarcoat shrieked. “Celestia will be mad that you... that you... cheated!”

“Actually she can,” commented Harshwhinny, “It’s well within ‘the rules’” quote. “And I’m pretty sure the Goddess would highly approve of this method of winning. At any rate I can handle those duties temporarily. It’s not like I don’t do most of their jobs anyway.”

“May as well start the fucking, no one is listening to me anyway,” commented Starlight, trotting over, then pulling Moondancer off the floor by her hair. She sat back on her haunches, and turned Moondancer's limp body to face her.

“Molly, I think it’s your turn...” panted Moondancer.

“Just a sec!” Molly grunted, stretching against Tree and arching her back, body visibly tightening with each thrust until she finally let loose a torrent of her own fertile seed into Tree’s waiting womb, for better or worse. She groaned several more times, slamming her hips again and again. She gave one final groan before dragging her cum-slicked cock from Tree Hugger’s drooling impregnated cunt, and staggered over to Moondancer, propping herself up behind her, but needing a bit of assistance from Starlight to straighten her stance.

Harshwhinny trotted over as well, holding up the now soggy list for Moondancer to take in her magic. Moondancer wriggled her hips a bit before taking it, sliding herself down onto the thick shafts walling her in on either side, “Mmm I like that...” and for once she was actually sincere in her words. “Now... the third is... WHAT THE FUCK?”

“That is just what I said. Well almost,” sighed Harshwhinny, returning to her seat.

Moondancer was so stunned that she forgot to roll her hips for a moment, “A new Dragon Lord has taken over the dragons, Dragon Lord Ember, and they’ve already burned Dodge City! It’s a full-fledged invasion! Why in Tartarus was this not first on the list? Tree Hugger?”

“Huh?” Tree Hugger asked while staggering over to where Molly was plowing into Moondancer, “Oh hey there! What’s your name?”

It was actually harder to concentrate on all this now that she was enjoying the thick meats stretching out her tunnels, and she panted as she rolled her hips smoothly, letting her body be bounced back and forth again, holding the list with her magic as she stroked her hooves up and down Starlight’s sides. It didn’t help much when Tree Hugger mounted up onto Molly, taking a few attempted thrusts before timing it right and sinking into Molly’s cunt from behind, sighing happily and eliciting a purr from Molly.

“Tree Hugger,” Moondancer repeated, “You are Master of War, how did you not know about this?”

“What?” panted Tree Hugger, “Oh nah nah, I knew about that. It’s no problem. I met with that Ember chick, she’s really cool. I gave her a necklace with spirit charms on it, told her how we’re all about peace and love here and... I think maybe I mounted her tail, but I didn’t have a dick at the time so she’s not pregnant or anything. It’s cool though, she promised she wouldn’t torch Dodge City.”

“But that’s what she just did! Ponies are dead and the Goddess isn’t the one that killed them! She is going to be fuming angry!” Moondancer shrieked, “Indigo? Air Defense?”

Indigo was busy. Sugarcoat was now pinned to the table, one foreleg being held down by Zecora, who was watching her as if she was delighting in the look of fear on her face. The other fore leg was held down by Harshwhinny, though she was just casually leaning over to hold it while she paid attention to Moondancer, holding a long stick in her far hoof, with which she was casually smacking Sugarcoat’s horn every few seconds so she couldn’t concentrate on any sort of magic.

Sugarcoat shook her head, choking on sobs as tears rolled down the sides of her face, “No please, I’ll do better please, I’m sorry I called you inferior! Zecora! Harshwhinny! I’m sorry for calling you inferior too! Spare me please I’ll do anything!” She then shrieked in frustration, “Damn it let me go! I don’t wanna be killed by a bunch of hornless freaks!” Well that just erased her previous begging.

“Nnnngh, knife?” panted Indigo over at Zecora. Zecora casually pulled a blade from her saddlebag and handed it over, and Indigo took it in her mouth. A few seconds later Sugarcoat’s screams, and Indigo’s laughter, echoed through the room as she stabbed her repeatedly from breasts to neck, blood splattering wildly around her. The whole time, Indigo was slamming her body against Sugarcoats, smacking the back of her womb with her cock tip, cock throbbing wildly in the convulsing fuck hole as she looked at the fear and pain in the eyes of her victim, “Oh fuck yeah, time to make a corpse!”

“Indigo, are you listening?” Moondancer more loudly, trying to shout over the lewd smacking, screams, and laughter.

“What?” Indigo glanced up, still holding the bloody knife, and not even slowing down her hip thrusts as she rocked the table, which Sugarcoat was now adding a new coat of red paint to, “Oh right, dragon invasion. Didn’t have a clue about them invading, I hear that new Dragon Lord is a real hottie though, I’d like to introduce her scaly plot to this cock before we kill her... and after.”

“Goddess Celestia is gonna kill us all for letting this happen!” fretted Moondancer. Had she done all this to save herself only to die an even more terrible death when Celestia returns?

“Relax,” said Harshwhinny, “We just need a scapegoat, and for once there is someone we can legitimately blame.”

“Right! It was clearly Tree Hugger’s fault,” sighed Moondancer, her voice going up and down as her body was pushed back and forth still, “Zecora! Can you take on Minister of War duties?”

“I am actually quite skilled at such tact,” said Zecora, “I can put this war right back on track.”

“Good,” nodded Moondancer, “Kill Tree Hugger.”

“Wait!” complained Tree Hugger, “I haven’t knocked up Molly yet!”

“Fine, wait for her to knock up Molly, then kill her.” Moondancer conceded. “If the Goddess asks, everything was her fault. It's not a lie and not hard to believe, so long as she doesn't decide to disbelieve us as an excuse to kill us all." But for now there was more important things, “Now... what are we going to DO about it.”

Sugarcoat no longer needed held down, so Zecora and Harshwhinny released her, the later moving down several seats to avoid the blood spray. Zecora took the knife back from Indigo, then walked over to where Tree Hugger was fucking Molly who was fucking Moondancer who was also being fucked by Starlight. She slid her hooves erotically up and down Tree as she cluelessly continued her pounding, then slid up behind her, pushing her own shaft into Tree’s ass without too much trouble, the slutty stoner allowing it without question. Zecora sat up on her haunches, leaning forward and letting Tree Hugger pull herself on and off her cock as she moved. She reached her head around to place the blade at Tree Hugger’s throat, waiting, which somehow the poor hippie also didn’t think to question.

“Pull the troops from the empire in the north lands, as well as the ones looking for changelings in the badlands,” Zecora mumbled around her knife.

“R-right,” Moondancer groaned, still straining to concentrate. It was starting to feel really really good, and she felt her body tightening up slowly as she was stabbed from both sides with fat throbbing cocks, layering the inside of her cunt and ass with pre as they got ready to pop. She took a moment to give Starlight an enthusiastic kiss, playing their tongue together. Moondancer had never understood before what some mares liked so much about having stallions sink their fleshy spears into them, but she definitely knew why now. All hesitation was gone; she wanted to be a raving cock slut, the worst, and she wanted everyone to know about it so they'd fuck her too.

Molly leaned forward, and Starlight gave her a deep kiss as well, though when Starlight pulled her head back from Molly, she turned to spit something out. Moondancer didn’t really think about what that implied before she kissed Molly as well, running her tongue around in the pony’s muzzle only to have her push some kind of a pill into her mouth, which Moondancer swallowed instinctively before thinking about it. Oh shit, now she needed to try to finish the meeting before that takes effect.

“Tell the Crystal ponies that we’re pulling them back because Celestia has decided to have mercy upon them,” panted Moondancer, “If they know we did it from desperation, they might get ideas of rebellion themselves. And... how many do we have in the bad lands? That actually puts them in a decent flanking position to the dragons.”

“If you’d like to know what I think is best,” Zecora suggested, “They should attack the nest. Smash their cute little eggs, and they will run back there instead.”

At least Sugarcoat’s screaming had quieted, now she was just making wet choking sounds as her punctured lungs no longer held air. She went completely limp, either too weak to struggle, or just giving up, eyes wide and tears streaming down her blood splattered face. Indigo moved her muzzle down, and let the blood geyser pouring up from Sugarcoat’s punctured heart flow over her face, taking several gulps before moaning and rubbing the gore into her chest and belly fur.

“Ah that’s it, so close,” groaned Indigo, “Die you racist bitch, come on... I wanna feel that deathgasm clench my cock... oh... oh yeah there it is!” As Sugarcoat shuddered her last, Indigo clenched her teeth and sprayed down the freshly dead womb with her seed, pumping her belly with sperm until it leaked out through the stab wounds on her belly. Indigo pulled out, but her shaft was only free for a few seconds before she flipped Sugarcoat’s corpse over onto its belly, and pushed into the still warm corpse ass, immediately beginning to thrust away once again, “Nothin’ like fuckin’ one you made yourself, right girls?”

Indigo then realized everyone was looking at her and coughed, “Oh right,” though that didn’t make her stop thrusting, “Since Rainbow got her sexy ass butchered, we’ve had other members working on rainbooms. Lightning Dust can do them pretty solidly, Fleetfoot too, Surprise almost, and I got one off the other day too. The Goddess wants us to weaponize them, and we should be able to mangle some dragon wings if we boom them all at once by surp-“

“Oh fuck yeah!” for once, Moondancer was the one causing the distraction as her body rocked once again, “Yeah pump the cumslut full! Why the fuck didn’t I realize this was so amazing!” She shuddered as her body convulsed, and added in a somewhat quieter tone, “Good ideas.”

Starlight shuddered against Moondancer’s front, giving her another deep kiss and gripping her hips as she slammed their bellies together one a few more times before expelling another load in that already creamy cunt, quickly followed by Molly blowing a load into her ass, giggling up a storm as she loaded the plot up once again, Moondancer’s belly expanding from the tightly packed cum.

As Moondancer’s ass clenched down, Molly giggled happily and fired off her own load, licking the blood off of Moondancer’s partially missing ear, and pumping the ass full, managing just as big of a load as she had packed into Tree Hugger. Tree went soon after as well, blowing a hot fertile load to cover Molly’s insides, painting her womb and leaving her foal factory fired up and starting its work.

Unluckily for Tree, Zecora had been waiting, and wasn’t going to wait any longer until she came herself. She dug the knife deep into Tree’s neck, cutting the mare off mid moan, turning the squeals of joy into gagging as blood poured down her front, spraying out and giving Molly and the others a nice red shower. Zecora turned her around to get sprayed with the blood itself before it finally trickled slower and slower.

Zecora yanked Tree Hugger out of Molly, letting her flop onto the floor with head down, holding her ass up against her hips. She squeezed her ass between her hooves, continuing to plow her asshole even as she sputtered and gagged on the floor, blood pooling around them from her ripped throat. Zecora grinned down at the dying pony, then finally groaned, expelling her load into Tree’s ass just as her body was shuddering violently in deathgasm, urine splattering against Zecora’s balls and then flowing warmly down both their hind legs.

Zecora didn’t take that as a reason to stop though. She pulled free with a lewd slurp, then immediately pushed her throbbing member into the already cum-dripping cunt, though at least she seemed more attentive now. Zecora casually sawed Tree’s head the rest of the way off, then rolled it across the floor.

"Starlight?" panted Moondancer, even as Starlight's face was twisted in bliss and her spunk still hosing down Moondancer's insides. "I know dragons are highly resistant to pony magic, but is there anything the mages could do?"

"Plenty of ways around that," Starlight panted, "We could teleport large objects above them to knock them out of the sky, then the mud ponies could stab them once they're on the ground, though I guess they'll need new weapons."

"What happened to the weapons they had?" panted Moondancer.

"Goddess Celestia melted most of them down," explained Harshwhinny, "To make some things she calls 'Rape Bot 209's." especially exasperated air quotes, "I'll see if I can locate more metal and weapons. Maybe we can borrow money from the Crystal Empire since we're just going to wipe them out eventually anyway."

"Can the Rape Bots fight?" asked Moondancer.

"It would not take much change," said Zecora, "To make them into something even more deranged."

"Good...we'll do that as well," Moondancer nodded, "Maybe we'll be okay after all..."

Molly was just then plopping back onto her plot and giving one last satisfied groan, her cock still standing at attention, stick slick with Tree’s and Moondancer’s cunt honey. Tree's head bumped into her, causing her to sway a bit and look down at it.

“Oh hay Treesie... you look a little queasy, you okay?” Molly mumbled, then stared for a few moments before it finally occurred to her, “Everypony! I think Treesie might be hurt!”

“The Hoof decided to off her instead,” explained Zecora, “So I decided to take off her head, and fuck her again now that she’s dead.”

“No I liked Treesie!” Molly was immediately sobbing and curled around the severed head, “Make her not dead!”

“If we’re about to off Molly too,” commented Indigo, “I call first to her pussy once she’s dead.” Indigo and Zecora were now thrusting at about the same speed, the sound of their bodies smacking their chosen corpse alternating.

“No no,” Moondancer sighed, and waved to Zecora just as she Zebra looked like she was bringing her knife towards Molly, “Let’s keep the dead council members to two today. Aw hoof it I feel terrible now.” Well at least she had earned more votes than she had lost, theoretically at least. She figured she had enough now even without killing Molly.

Moondancer was starting to feel like time wasn’t going as fast as it should, and she was getting more aroused, to the point that she might have been leaking as much fresh cunt honey as she was cum. She wasn’t sure if it was the drug or just what she was doing to survive was slowly driving her mad, but either way she wasn’t done yet.

She saw Harshwhinny removing her sweater, probably not wanting it to get any more bloody than it already was, so Moondancer staggered back towards her and the table. Upon arriving, Harshwhinny grabbed her by the neck and flung her up onto the cum and blood covered table upon her back, crawling up after her with a dark smile on her face.

“Oh yeah, make me your fuck-bitch,” groaned Moondancer at Harshwhinny’s unexpected display of violence, “Also um... should you guys vote on... my fate now?”

“Death,” Starlight growled without hesitation, “I want to see if we can find someone a bit more fair.”

“Kill her cause she killed Molly!... I mean Treesie!” Molly slurred together.

Well that wasn’t boding well so far. Moondancer sighed, wondering if nothing she did mattered, but in her current state was caring about it less than she probably should have; maybe Molly did her a favor earlier.

Further voting was cut off just for a moment as Indigo groaned out in orgasmic bliss, unloading another wave of cum into Sugarcoat, “Aw yeah take it up the ass you dead whore...” panted Indigo, then added with a shrug, “Yeah I promised I would, so I guess I’ll vote life. Still... I call first dibs on her dead pussy if I’m outvoted... and I sure as fuck hope I am.”

“She did allow me to fuck this dead Tree,” said Zecora, “So I suppose I can vote to let her be.”

Moondancer gave a sigh of relief, even as Harshwhinny climbed up to her, the mare’s throbbing erection pressed against Moondancer’s belly and slowly moving into position at her cunt. Only Harshwhinny’s vote was left to break the tie, and surely she would vote...

“I vote Ms Dancer dies,” Harshwhinny smiled darkly down at Moondancer, “Slowly. Screaming.” Harshwhinny shoved herself forward, pushing Moondancer’s drenched labia apart and sinking deep into her heat, groaning and then bringing her face an inch from Moondancer’s, “In complete agony.”

“B-but I did so well... and... I got so much done...” Moondancer said breathlessly, “I thought you would vote for me... to stay...” Despite what she had just said, Moondancer still wrapped her hind legs around Harshwhinny’s hips as they began to thrust, and even rippled her tunnel over the newly invading member, pushing up to smack their bellies together with each thrust.

Harshwhinny didn’t acknowledge what Moondancer said at first, instead glancing to the other living council members, “Ideas?”

“Slow roasting is painful!” suggested Indigo helpfully.

“If we are going to do so then,” said Zecora, “I do enjoy removing limbs.” it seemed even the ones that voted for her to live weren’t broken up about her not doing so.

“Should I start a fire?” Molly asked.

“I don’t think we can start one in here,” pointed out Starlight, “I can always use magic to slowly fry her, that way we could still be fucking her as she cooks without... you know... burning off our dicks.”

“No...” breathed Moondancer, grunting as Harshwhinny yanked herself free of her pussy only to ram into her asshole instead, slamming their hips together again, and turning up her bottom to give Harshwhinny better access.

“Oh that betrayed look in your eyes,” Harshwhinny moaned, “I am sorry Ms Dancer, but getting a pony’s hopes up and then dashing them is quite a turn on for me. Besides what have you done for me that anyone else would not do?”

“We’ll take turns on your corpse until you’re barely recognizable as a pony,” Indigo grinned as she moved up to Moondancer’s head end, “I guess I can plug this slut’s muzzle now, yeah?”

“Not yet,” said Harshwhinny, “I want to hear her beg some more first.” she smiled down at Moondancer, “You have until I blow my load to convince me to change my mind.”

“I can do things for you though,” Moondancer searched her mind for anything that might make any of them change their vote in her favor, but the lights above them were getting a bit distracting, and this was feeling a lot better than it should at this point, Molly’s little gift starting to take effect, “I... you said you didn’t like stallions right? We can get rid of them!”

Harshwhinny chuckled, even as she yanked her shaft out and began thrusting alternately into Moondancer’s pussy and ass, shaft throbbing with each balls-deep shove in either hole, “Oh I would love that if it were possible. But I don’t think the realm can afford to off half its population. That’s a lot more expensive than offing some bugs or the shinies up north.”

“W-we don’t have to!” Moondancer begged between her own groans, “Just taint the water supply with... there’s a potion mares can take to make sure of the gender of their foal, just taint the water supply so that all births are fillies and let the problem gradually solve itself!”

Harshwhinny paused just for a moment at that, peering at Moondancer before resuming her raping of one hole then the other. Moondancer held herself closer, sliding a hoof down to massage at Harshwhinny’s breasts as she continued to thrust, “I’ll do anything, I’ll be your personal fuck slave... once I have this one... you can knock me up repeatedly, I’ll be like a filly factory for you!”

Harshwhinny’s body was shaking as she panted, and Moondancer couldn’t tell if she was holding off and considering it or just trying to cream as quickly as possible so the torment could begin. Harshwhinny groaned, taking long hard strokes into Moondancer’s pussy now, groaning, seconds from orgasm, “Ah yeah... that is it... beg more Ms. Moondancer... so close...”

“No please,” sobbed Moondancer, “I’ll be your personal slut, I’ll do what you want, fuck who you want, I’ll do... please... please no please...”

“Actually,” Starlight put in, “That’s kind of a good idea, I mean... every pony could get pregnant or make any other pony pregnant. Sounds equal to me. I.... I’m switching my vote to let her live. Sorry.”

Harshwhinny fired off hard into Moondancer, slamming repeatedly to pack the cum inside, and Moondancer closed her eyes as she felt her fate being sealed, but just as she was finishing, she realized what Starlight had said and sighed in relief.

“What the...” Harshwhinny gave a few final thrusts, “Damn it. Fine... but all the things you offered to do still stand, Ms Dancer.”

“Well no,” Moondancer actually laughed, "It doesn't because I don't need you to change it now... I guess you missed an opportunity for a sex slave."

“This is no fun,” said Indigo, sighing.

"Damn it all," Harshwhinny commented between clenched teeth, then added, "Silence, all of you,” She pulled herself free, then yanked Moondancer up off the table by the throat, “Kneel and open wide. A good fuck makes me need to piss.”

Right, Moondancer remembered something about that, and she was happy to guzzle gallons now that her life was less on the line. She sat up and opened wide, even as the other members of the council, the living ones at least, climbed up around her. She felt the disgustingly sour taste wash over her tongue as multiple streams splattered against her face, but it didn’t leave any worse of a taste in her mouth as her own actions today had.

She gargled the urine, then guzzled as much of it as she could, rubbing the bit that overflowed into her fur, “Oh yes drench me, I’m just your slutty toilet.” She moved and cupped her muzzle over Harshwhinny's shaft, guzzling directly from the tap as the other streams still flowed over her now drenched body. She didn't want Harshwhinny to take the loss too badly after all.

There was a sudden slam then as a guard opened the door to the chambers, “Council members I have ... news?”

Harshwhinny turned her head, but continued pissing down Moondancer's throat, “You better have a good reason to be disrupting official council business, harem boy.”

“Zombies!” the guard yelped, “They’re everywhere!”

“What.” Harshwhinny dead panned, and the whole council’s attention was suddenly on the guard.

“Mother!” he tried to explain, “The Mother got up and left the chapel, then she stormed the palace, and now all the corpses in the Goddess’s collection are running around biting ponies!”

“What in the-“

But Harshwhinny was cut off as the door on the opposite side of the council chamber slammed open, an equally frantic looking night guard screaming out, “Changelings! They’re everywhere! They stormed the armory and now they’re trying to break into the dungeon wing! I think they know where Chrysalis is!"

“Wow, you’re having an even worse first day than I did at this job,” Molly commented, giggling madly, hugging Moondancer and seeming to forget both how drenched she was and how she had just ordered the death of her bud.

“Interesting,” Harshwhinny commented, “Well that is three invasions at once if we count the dragons; I advise that we attempt to stop these two before the dragons get here. It might buy us some points with the Goddess when she gets back... I admit it might have been a good idea to let you live after all.”

"Well so much for our previous wit," said Zecora, "For we are now in some serious shit."

Indigo patted Moondancer on the back, urine and cum splattering from the impact, “So ‘Hoof of the Goddess’. You’re up!"

"Am I the only one that has noticed that Sugarcoat is standing back up?" Starlight asked casually.