Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Doomie entered the Temple of the Mother as casually as he possibly. He was supposed to do this every day, but was careful not to raise any more suspicion than he had to. He didn't want to be a suspicious stranger either, so the form he chose was Doctor Stable, the new Goddess’s personal physician, who was a regular here. He had a very regular schedule, so Doomie could easily be sure to come in when he wasn’t there. Regular citizens didn’t know his schedule though, and they were all used to seeing him here, either perving on the Mother, or having a bit of a rape with a foal he had just nabbed from its parents. Doomie didn’t rape any foals, but his job did require some slight perving on the Mother.

The Temple wasn’t as busy as it once had been, and even then not from worshipers. Ponies came to fuck, either the Mother or each other. It had also become a favorite place for rapists to drag their victims, as the real Stable was fond of doing. They liked how the screams and crying echoed against the huge vaulted ceilings. There was a sign at the entrance to remind citizens that only unicorns could rape other unicorns without a royal decree, but otherwise it seemed to be allowed. The sign out front used to have a motivational message, but at the moment the motivational message was "Nine out of ten ponies enjoy gang-rape."

The real worshipers didn’t come here any longer; they had their own meetings underground and did more plotting than worshiping. Doomie didn’t particularly like them, but he had no choice. Chrysalis was the last living changeling queen, and only a queen could make another queen, or any other changelings at all. The continued existence of his race required him to figure out a way to get her out.

And now, he finally had a promising way. Their spy inside the castle had reported that Celestia would be leaving for another dimension for several days, and that the palace would be completely unable to communicate with her for the duration. The portal she was going to use was in the Crystal Empire, so unfortunately they wouldn’t be able to break it during the raid, but at least it kept her that much further away.

He didn’t care if they could bring back Mother or not, but their goals certainly aligned with his, and if they did manager to squeak out a win, being allied with the new government definitely wouldn’t hurt the changelings. Doomie had already been promised that he’d be allowed to set up a chain of whore houses, and having whores that could be anything would make them a killing.

He made his way to the Mother’s corpse, still sprawled on her back on the altar, legs splayed out stiffly. Her rump had been pulled just to the edge of the altar for easier access, and several bottles of complimentary lubrication were on a table next to her; corpse pussies weren’t exactly slick inside after all, not to mention her asshole and throat, all of which saw regular use. Anyone was allowed to use her, even ‘lesser races’, since one of Celestia’s many colorful laws was that corpses automatically consent to any and all sex acts.

Thankfully, she had at least been put back into one piece after Celestia’s rather colorful method of murdering her. In fact, it seemed they even kept the red-head's mane and tail brushed so she'd look her best as she was used as fuck meat every day.

He looked over the corpse and pulled a bottle of his own purplish goo from his saddlebag. It didn’t need to be purple, but that was the color of one of the complementary lubricants, so it aroused less suspicion.

He smothered her chest with it, and then rubbed to work it into her fur from neck to belly, and around her sides as far as he could without rolling her. He grinned perversely as he did so, so that any that noticed him would just assume he was there to defile her a bit. He pushed a few ounces down her throat, then slid down to her nethers as well, and pushed the bottle tip against each opening to squirt some inside both her pussy and ass.

She was starting to smell more like a corpse should smell, which was by design; the goo he was spreading over her was slowly eating away at the preservation magic. Celestia always came to ‘visit’ her mother right before she left on a journey, and when she noticed the smell, she would certainly use another preservation spell or some other magic to keep it from rotting. A device he’d already stuffed down her throat would attempt to drain just the smallest bit of magic from Celestia if any spell was cast on it, theoretically getting a small amount of the Mother’s essence, which was, theoretically again, enough of a spark for her to reanimate herself after it inflated a bit.

It didn’t sound like it’d work to him, but they were confident and they knew more about holy pony magic than he did. That, and it was the only idea anyone had. If this did work, it would be enough of a distraction for him and his mini-swarm to extract Chrysalis, if they could manage to find her. He used to be psionically linked to her, but he lost that when he joined another swarm after her capture. No one had a link with her now, which was going to make finding her a challenge.

He sighed, remembering how many changelings there was before. During their initial attack on Canterlot, he had so many siblings that virtually every captured pony got their own personal gang-rape. He remembered the pink pony that had yelled at him to do her. Even if that's not what she meant, it had been fun to rape the shit out of her once she was in custody again. He had wanted to fuck Celestia while he was there, but never got to; the line was too long.

He had tried to resist the urge to enjoy some necro-fun, given that his allies would probably frown upon it, but he was rather pent up after having been alone in the city for a while. Celestia would probably be visiting today, but wasn’t likely to come for another few hours at least... maybe he had time. He looked around to see if anyone else was about and for now there wasn’t... oh what the hell.

He pulled himself up atop her, front hooves gripping her about the waste as he rubbed his sheath against her cold, stiff cunt. He slowly swelled, his pony cock sliding out across her belly, the coldness somehow making him throb more. He slid back and pushed his tip against her corpse-cunt, groaning as he forced his way inside.

The lubrication helped, and she was still unexpectedly tight. Her tunnel seemed to have shrank a bit as it dried out, and barely wanted to push outward at all as he forced his cock deeper, through her permanently agape cervix and into her womb. Her womb was full of stale cum, much of which bubbled out around him as he pushed in. As he worked his hips into a thrust, the slurp of his cock pushing in and out was the loudest sound in the temple, followed by the moist slap of their bellies together with each stroke.

Despite her not being able to wiggle like a possessed or raped pony might, the chilly walls gliding against his shaft actually felt rather good. Maybe it was whose corpse he was fucking, fucking the cadaver of a goddess definitely wasn’t something he would have thought he’d ever do. Long ago some lucky stallion had rammed his cock into this same tunnel to create Celestia and Luna, and now Doomie was about to blast his load into the womb where the sisters had formed.

He arched his back, rubbing his hooves about her hard but lithe form. He slid up and reached out to kiss her hotly, rubbing his tongue against her own frozen tongue, and looked into her eyes, a look of terror frozen on her face forever, well unless her followers got their way.

“Powerful goddess reduced to a corpsey cum-dumpster for any pony to use,” he groaned as his cock throbbed, smearing pre about her stiff insides, joining the pool of stale or dried fluid in her womb, “I wonder how many times this corpse has been came in... more than happened when you were alive? Or were you just as much of a fuck slut then...”

“Sadly she wasn’t,” a voice boomed from the entrance, “Mother was quite the uptight little cunt; my pre-murder rape of her was probably the first cock she’d had in centuries.”

Oh fuck, she was early! Doomie’s first instinct was to pull out, but he stopped himself. No, pulling out and bowing would get him killed, because she knows Doctor Stable would never do that. Instead, he kept up his pounding, clenching his teeth as he grew closer to orgasm. He barely got out between his clenched teeth, “Goddess... just a moment... about to cream inside your cum slut of a mother.”

Did she buy it? The worshipers of Mother had given him a tonic that they claimed would help hide the fact that he was changeling. It was supposed to reflect back what the scanning person expects, so that the scanner thinks it worked. Of course, for that to work she had to really believe he was Doctor Stable.

She casually trotted up to him, sliding one hoof down his back, then leaned her face towards his. He opened his own mouth and exchanged a deep kiss with her, trying his best not to let any nervousness cross his facial expression. It helped when he went over the edge, groaning into the kiss as he expelled his load into the holy corpse. He packed his cum in with a few more thrusts, then finally pulled his still-stiff shaft from her with a lewd popping sound.

Celestia gently moved a hoof to his chin, turning his face to face her’s again, and rather kindly said, “Doctor Stable, you are supposed to be using this time for your research. If you don’t remain the foremost expert in medicine and torture, I have no reason to keep you. Do this again, and I will torture you in every manner that you’ve helped devise, and then release you... after announcing that anyone that wants can now legally murder you. Good luck avoiding the parents of all those juicy foals you raped and killed. Not that I have anything against you raping and killing foals but... you understand?”

“I understand”, he nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head at least.

He was thankful when she was shortly afterward distracted. She leaned down to sniff at the corpse, then wrinkled her nose. Sometimes she might not have minded a smelly or even maggot-ridden corpse, but she probably wanted this one to last a long time. Her horn glowed, a wave of energy encompassing the corpse.

“I’m just here to say goodbye to my dear cock whore of a mother before I leave on a trip,” explained Celestia, “Hm, since you’re here, you can fuck me while I plow this dead bitch’s ass.”

Doomie mouth fell agape and he just stared. If she had been looking at him, she would have instantly known that it wasn't Stable, because Doomie was stunned. The sun goddess that he spent so much time fantasizing about was waggling her plot at him and telling him to fuck it. His shaft had been softening, but was sure as hell at attention again now.

As amazing as that was likely to be though, it also added another difficulty. He could act like Stable, talk like Stable, and all that, but he hadn’t exactly studied how he fucks. He had watched him a few times in the temple, but his mannerisms while fucking his boss were probably different than when he was raping someone’s toddler. He wasn’t even sure which hole Stable would choose. Would Celestia notice?

Celestia ran her tongue across the well-fucked corpse pussy, then up her belly, slowly moving atop the body as she did so. Being roughly the same size as her mother, Celestia was in a better position for some tongue wrestling, and she kissed her mother deeply, lapping at the stiff tongue. As she rubbed her own massive member against her mother’s cunt, she flagged up her tail for Stable.

Doomie had wondered if she was all-male at the moment, in which case he’d have only one hole to choose from, but she still had her cunt tucked between her thighs just behind her heavy balls. Her labia looked soft, glistening moisture, with a trail of secretions drooling down and rolling down the back of her balls to drip onto the floor. Oh yes, Doomie wanted that one. He didn't care which Stable would have chosen.

He had to use his magic to pull himself up a bit, and his hind legs were off the floor by the time he got in position. He lined himself up to her cunt, enthusiastically driving his shaft between her wet folds. He felt himself go balls deep on the first thrust, his belly smacking against her hefty, shapely plot, and groaned as he worked into a smooth motion. Her strong inner muscles rippled and squeezed at his shaft, feeling like the most heavenly hole he could ever remember being inside, and he had crammed a lot. Celestia wrapped her tail about his hips, which he hoped meant she approved.

“Trying to knock your goddess up, doctor?” Celestia chuckled back at him, even as she pushed her cock against Mother’s asshole, popping inside easily thanks to the lube job that Doomie had given it before. She purred as she pushed deeply into her dead mother’s tail hole, immediately working into a deep, hard motion, gripping her hips tightly to keep her from moving from the impacts.

Doomie had no idea how to answer, “Um... yes.” He immediately regretted that answer, it was rather stupid, but she didn’t seem to react negatively to it. When she didn’t, he continued on, working his motions to time them with her own, pushing his throbbing cock into her wonderful fuck hole as she drew back, pounding as hard as he could manage.

“Hello Mother,” Celestia panted to the corpse, taking in the terrified look on her face, “I’ll be gone for a few days, so I thought I’d drop in to say bye, and pound you with an incestuous goddess cock to give you a break from all those peasant cocks.” Another deep kiss, “And apparently to get a foal fucked into me.”

Doomie was trying to hold himself, but it wasn’t very easy to keep himself from blowing. The heat waving over his shaft was just too incredible, and the thought that he was getting to impregnate her gave him even more urgency, his whole body wanting nothing more than to blast a load of fertile cum into her. His whole body trembled with his efforts to keep from going off early.

He trembled violently, coming very close to losing his form in the process from pleasure like he’d never felt. He blasted several fresh loads into Celestia, sending his little soldiers to swim through her waiting womb. “Oh fuck yes, this is so hot, we’re gonna make ourselves a cute little torturer...” Changeling seed was fertile to whatever form they were in, so even if he couldn't make another changeling, he could still make a pony, which was good enough for him in this case.

Celestia clamped her tail about his hips as she continued plowing her mother, keeping him pushing in and out still, causing him to shiver harder from the sensitivity. Celestia in turn grasped Mother’s hip, holding her tight against her and drilling her has so hard that the altar sounded like it might break.

“My greatest achievement,” panted Celestia, “Was to snuff you out and give this world a real goddess to serve. This is exactly what you deserve... murdered in front of your worshipers, your delicious soul eaten up, now just fuck meat, not even good enough to eat, just a wad of cold flesh with some tight holes, getting came in by everything from dirty mud ponies to filthy griffins to everything else.”

Celestia groaned as she finally blew her load as well, shooting cum up through the corpse. A bit of stale cum pushed up through her throat as well. There was so much cum in her, and the preservation magic tended to keep it fairly fluid, and it nowhere for it to go. Cumming in one end usually resulted in it spitting out the other. “That’s right, a literal cum bag... oh I should have done this to you centuries ago.”

Finally she let Doomie go, allowing him to stand back on the floor as she pulled off her mother’s hard but soggy corpse. Doomie sighed in relief, expecting her to leave now, and he could go back and inform the others. But she didn’t, she just looked at him. There was about half a minute of awkward silence until finally...

“You can change back to your true form now,” Celestia said casually.

Doomie’s heart sank, taking a deep breath. He looked around, noting that she hadn’t bothered blocking his path to the exit, but he was fooling himself if he thought he could outrun her.

“I... what do you mean?” Doomie did his best to play it off.

“Stable would have known that I’m already pregnant,” Celestia stated, her mouth twisting into a bit of a grin.

“I... forgot?” Doomie could barely breath to speak. Strangely, it was just as disappointing to find out that he hadn't knocked her up as it was to realize he was about to die.

“Forgot,” Celestia repeated, “My personal doctor, who delights in fucking my children, forgot that I was pregnant. Do you even know whose it is?”

“Twilight’s, of course,” not that getting anything right would help him at this point.

“That’s a pretty bad guess,” Celestia chuckled, “If I bothered to ask, it obviously isn’t that easy. It’s Luna’s.”

“But Luna’s dead...” Doomie was now terrified and confused.

“She’s in good shape for a corpse; she works out,” Celestia said dismissively and then took a step forward toward him. He was too scared to back away, “Now. Change back into your true form, tell me your name, and thank me for allowing you to fuck the most sought after cunt in Equestria.”

“Doomie,” There wasn’t any point in lying now; he just hoped she didn’t figure out why he was there. His form flashed back to his natural black, swiss cheese like state, and he looked down, unable to make eye contact with her now, “Thank you for letting me fuck the most sought after cunt in Equestria.” And he actually was, since she didn’t need to let him finish. At least he got that.

“Well you did get to do me, Doomie. Was it a nice change of pace for you? I do like to change it up from time to time.” Celestia smirked. "Was it worth dying for, you disgusting little freak?"

“Yes,” Doomie answered, sincerely as well, “Though perhaps not worth some of the things that will happen between now and then.”

Celestia must have sensed his sincerity, because she raised an eyebrow, but continued, “No, it will not be worth those things. However, you are in a small bit of luck, in that I promised my wife that we would go on a trip at a specific time, and I do like to be honest about things like that. Otherwise no one will take the offer when I promise to let them live if they do something horrible.”

“I don’t suppose,” Doomie asked, “I could do something horrible?”

“Well promising to let you live is a definite no,” Celestia said, “I’ve already promised to murder your entire species; are you trying to make a liar out of me?” She chuckled again, leaning forward and moving one hoof to push his face up a bit so she could see the fear in his eyes, “For now I’ll put you in a cell with your queen so you can tell her about how horrifying life as a hunted creature is. She's only alive, you know, because I want her to be alive to see every other changeling dead. Anyway, I’ll kill you in front of her when I get back.”

Doomie blinked, and tried not to look like he thought that was the best idea ever, because he did. It was mind-boggling that Celestia didn’t realize what she had just done, but maybe she wasn’t the type to actually research the target of her genocide.

The whole problem had been that they couldn't locate Chrysalis. But if he was taken to her, he could relink her back into the swarm's present frequency. Not only would his swarm be able to sense where she was; she could actively command the troops that were rescuing her. No doubt the cells had all sorts of blocks against teleporting and other things ponies might do, but Celestia would have needed to block very specific things to prevent their tracking ability from working, and she clearly didn’t even know that they possessed such a thing, so it was almost certain to work.

“You have such strange emotions,” commented Celestia, “If you weren’t a filthy changeling, I might have enjoyed leaving you alive for a time. Oh well, at least I can take a long time torturing you to death when I get back, or forcing her to do it.”

And with a flash, they were on their way back to the palace.