Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

“Who’s doing what now?” Indigo quirked an eyebrow at Starlight, who casually motioned a hoof for Indigo to look behind her.

Indigo didn’t get time though before Sugarcoat was all over her, mounting up behind her, pushing all her weight down to knock the surprised pegasus to the floor. Using some very un-zombie like speed, Sugarcoat pushed in from behind. Her cock, throbbing magically despite the lack of blood inside her at this point, was plunged quickly against Indigo’s back door.

Indigo shrieked as she felt a shaft plugging her completely unlubed tail hole, forced balls deep in one thrust and quickly followed up by rapid hip strokes. Indigo screamed still again when Sugarcoat pulled Indigo’s head back with both front hooves and ripped out a bloody chunk of mane and flesh.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Indigo squealed, flapping her wings randomly and bucking about, but Sugarcoat seemed a lot more enthusiastic than before about getting her dick in things.

It probably would have been over faster had Indigo not freaked and started running about. Both Moondancer and Starlight fired several shots in an attempt to pierce the zombie’s head, one grazing Indigo’s scalp to add to the damage. Finally Starlight yanked Sugarcoat off of Indigo’s back with her magic, Sugarcoat continuing to thrust her hips frantically like she thought she was still inside, cock slapping somewhat comically against her belly. A blast from Moondancer’s horn pierced Sugarcoat’s head, leaving a hole in one side and literally blasting her brains all over the wall behind her, the corpse finally going limp.

“Well there’s our first victim,” Starlight sighed, dropping the corpse, “Should I do the honors of zapping Indigo through the head?”

“Why me?” Indigo screamed, having left a trail of piss on her way to the far wall before huddling down and applying pressure to her head with both front hooves, “I didn’t bite any pony!”

“I’m sorry Indigo,” Moondancer looked awkwardly at Indigo, “But uh, every book I’ve ever read about zombies say that...”

“These aren’t book zombies!” Indigo screeched, “Who knows how real ones work! And... what are you doing Molly...”

Molly had crawled over and was giving Sugarcoat a cuddle, getting brains and blood all over her in the process, “Why’d you shoot her? She was just really hungry... and...”

And then they found out that these weren’t like the zombies that Moondancer had read about in horror stories, as Sugarcoat’s corpse spasmed back to life, and immediately sank her teeth into Molly’s neck, while simultaneously moving to hold the now screaming girl down and trying very hard to get into an adequate fucking position.

The reaction was swift this time, Moondancer yanking her away with her magic, throwing her across the room, and blasting a burst of energy at her neck, sending her head rolling across the room. Her head started shrieking even when detached, the body thrashing around and feeling around for its missing part. Despite the speed, poor Molly was every bit as ripped into as Indigo.

“Oh FUCK no...” Starlight said, picking herself up with her own magic and floating towards the ceiling, looking warily towards Tree Hugger.

Sure enough, Tree Hugger’s eyes were darting around, her body grasping at her head and attempting to place it back upon its neck. Thankfully it didn’t seem to have any regenerative properties, as the head simply rolled back off across the floor, but the point was made. These could be very hard to keep down, possibly impossible without destroying the entire body. Though they did still seem to require their eyes to see, so that was something they could aim for at least.

“See!” Indigo yelled, trying to be heard above Sugarcoat’s screams, “These are freaks! We don’t know how they work!”

“There is much wicked magic on this course,” Zecora said, rearing up on her hind legs and coming down hard on Tree Huggers skull several times, finally succeeding in crushing it completely, eyes popping out and brains squeezing through shattered bone, though the eyes were still darting about as her body grabbed for those now, “In my view, we must find the source.”

“Mother...” breathed one of the guards, shaking his head, “There’s no way! Not even Celestia could best her without absorbing most of the element bearers first! There’s just no way!”

“You and you,” Moondancer pointed towards each guard in turn, “Go to Chrysalis and kill her. I don’t care what orders Celestia gave to keep her alive, kill her NOW. If the changelings can sense her, they’ll probably flee as soon as she’s dead, and then we’ll only have one of the two to deal with. Enlist the help of any other guards you find on the way, tell them it’s orders from the top.” She added one more thing, because it really was necessary these days, "DON'T stop to fuck anyone until this is over."

The two guard’s saluted, then both ran out through the exit where the second guard had entered, hurrying down the stairs.

Moondancer looked over the group again. Both corpses were still shambling around, but seemed relatively harmless now. Zecora had provided Indigo and Molly with some salve, and Indigo was applying it herself, while Molly required Zecora’s help as she was too busy shoveling another fist full of candy pills down her throat.

“Leave these corpses as they are, we can’t waste any magic if we may have to take on Mother,” sighed Moondancer, “Indigo... Molly... I hope you’re all right... but if you show sighs of changing, I will immediately put you out of your misery.” she was shaking now, mind racing and not able to come up with any other actions, “Now... HOW do we stop the source.”

Harshwhinny pulled herself out from behind a chair, taking a moment to stomp down Sugarcoat’s head until she stopped screaming, or at least until it turned into quieter gagging sounds.

“If Mother walked all the way from the Temple to here,” Harshwhinny panted, “and if her mere proximity is all it takes to animate a body, that means that we have the potential of every body in the crypt digging themselves out about now, not to mention the hospital and the morgue. There is no one here that can take on the Mother; this city is a loss. It has to burn.”

“Burn?” Moondancer felt more sick inside with each passing moment of her new honored position.

“One of the many wonderful things you’d have been informed of as new ‘Hoof’” explained Harshwhinny, "Is that there are sonic rainboom powered bombs planted under every major city, soon to be every city, in Equestria. They are there so that the Goddess can destroy them at a whim in case of rebellion.”

“A.. what?” Moondancer was breathless.

“Basically imagine putting a sonic rainboom in a box,” Indigo apparently knew about this, “Shrinking the box, putting a hundred of those in another box, shrinking that box, putting a hundred of THOSE in still another box and... well... that’s actually the primary reason Celestia wanted us to train as many Wonderbolts as possible to do rainbooms, so she could make more of these. It took months to make the first one.”

“There is another course we could take,” Zecora suggested, “If we got to my lab, perhaps I could bake, something we could use upon the source, to sever the link without needing as much force.”

“No fucking way,” said Indigo, “We blow this fucker and run. If we try anything else, and fail, we might not be able to set the trigger in time. If it spreads outside the blast radius, they’ll be no way to stop it.”

“Indigo, and I’m assuming Ms Harshwhinny, votes for,” Moondancer said, looking at the floor with tears streaking down her face, “Others?”

“Against...” sniffled Molly, curled up around her bowl on the floor, shivering rather violently.

“Against,” It was really serious when Zecora forgot to rhyme. "A... um... whatever."

Everyone looked at Starlight, who was eyeing them all with wide eyes, backed up against the ceiling, still unwilling to move back to the floor, “I... “she looked torn for a moment, clearly not wanting this to all come down to her. Finally she shook her head, “I'm not sure... I can't okay that many deaths...”

“Right,” sighed Moondancer with a bit of relief, “Zecora, is this lab close?”

Harshwhinny sighed, “Well the bomb is. There’s a device on the throne that can remotely set the timer for any of the bombs, so rather easy. Maybe we can set the timer, and then stop it if this works?”

“My lab is not much more,” said Zecora, “Just down the other staircase for sure.”

“Mother is going to go right for the throne room,” said Harshwhinny, “We need to do this NOW, or we'll never get to do it.”

Moondancer clenched her teeth for another few seconds and sighed, “Fine, you go set it for four hours.”

“Four hours?” Harshwhinny said, “That’s not-“

“FOUR HOURS,” Moondancer repeated, “Starlight, go with her, make sure she sets it for that amount of time... and that it CAN be stopped.”

Harshwhinny gave Starlight a long stare as if sizing her up, and then grumbled quietly. Her besting the second-strongest wizard in Equestria didn’t seem very likely; she hated being a mud pony. She turned towards the door back to the throne room, “Fine. Four hours.”

“I’ll keep an eye on it,” Starlight floated behind her, still keeping near the ceiling even in the stairwell just to be sure.

“Okay,” Moondancer turned to Zecora, “You first to lead, Indigo and Molly second so I can keep an eye on them.” Never turn your back to someone who might decide to simultaneously rape you and eat your brain at any moment, perhaps even rape your brain.

Zecora didn’t seem like she liked walking in front of the bitten ones, and kept glancing back warily, but headed down the opposite stairs that Harshwhinny and Starlight had exited through. They headed down the stairs as fast as they could without tumbling, arriving at a wooden door that looked like it hadn’t been used very often. The stairwell descended further into darkness beyond that, and they could hear suspiciously undead like groans echoing up from the depths.

Moondancer wasn’t sure where they were, but it felt they’d gone down further than she’d gone up to get to the council chamber, so she assumed somewhere in the basement levels. That was good at least; it wasn’t very likely that the rape-zombies or the changelings had gotten this far.

Though as soon as they opened the door and looked down the hallway, she found how wrong she was. About midway down the hall was a changeling, who had been pinned down in the classic head-down-ass-up position by another changeling.

The one on top had a gash down his side, guts slowly slipping free and forming a pile of bloody organs on the floor beneath him, as well as half his face appearing to have been literally bitten off, but it didn’t seem to be phasing his fun, as he rammed his thick changeling cock into his comrade’s ass, hips slapping repeatedly. He was tearing open the top of the bottom one’s head with his teeth, the bottom one sobbing and screaming as he tried to crawl away.

“Oh good,” sighed Moondancer, “We’ve already got combination changeling-rape-zombies about.”

“He seems to be enjoying his feast,” said Zecora, “So perhaps we can simply walk past the beast.”

There was just barely enough room to walk around the mess, and Zecora very carefully and swiftly booked it around the busy zombie’s screaming meal. The meal reached out for her, “Help...” but there was no danger of them stopping for that. He screamed in frustration as the rest of the group ran past. Zecora hurriedly opened the door on the other end, beckoning the others to follow behind her.

As they were fleeing into Zecora’s laboratory, the changeling-rape-zombie hissed out in bliss, pulsing cock expelling a load of blood and puss into his victim, until the unholy mixture drooled down its swinging balls and into a puddle on the floor. He ripped out his friend’s throat, leaving the victim to gag rather than scream, and shaking violently as he finally started to feel death’s sweet embrace, though possibly not for long.

Moondancer entered last and turned around just in time to see the rape-zombie drop the fresh corpse onto the floor, and charge them at break-neck speed, once more a lot faster than a zombie should be. She slammed the door hard, an instant before a thump hit the door. The door handle started to turn, and she jerked it back and bolted the door with her magic. The rape-zombie screamed and repeatedly slammed it’s hooves against the door in frustration at the loss of its next victim.

"So they retain enough intelligence to use door handles," sighed Moondancer, "This just keeps getting better."

The ‘lab’ seemed more to be a place where Zecora kept several shelves of books and a storehouse of various ingredients. The zebra said nothing as she raced from shelf to shelf, yanking things off the shelf and more or less letting them fall. Moondancer got the idea and began to catch the ingredients, floating them all toward the table, cauldron, and various other mixing tools in the center of the room.

As she did so, Moondancer glanced over to Indigo and Molly. Indigo was huddled in the corner, sitting back on her haunches and slumped over, eyes wide and a bit redder than usual, shivering violently. Molly, in contract, seemed perfectly fine, and was curiously poking around some of the ingredients where she probably shouldn’t be.

“Indigo?” Moondancer asked, loud enough to be heard over the screeching zombie at the door, “Are you okay?”

“It’s not the bite!” said Indigo defensively, “I’m just... freaked out is all. If it was the bite, Molly would be affected,too.”

Molly perked up at her name, moving over to Indigo and pulled her bowl of candy pills out of her saddlebag. Indigo growled at her and shooed them away, making Molly look just a bit mopey that her thoughtful gift had been refused.

The sound of the zombie outside was quickly joined by a second screeching voice and another set of hooves clamoring at the door. That was a lot faster than their earlier victims had taken to get back up. Maybe it was different with those that had been killed by other zombies, or maybe it was getting worse.

“Tend to the wounds of the ones there,” said Zecora, moving back to the center after she had what she wanted from the storage shelves, and motioning to a shelf with bandages and various medical supplies, “I will begin work on this here. We can then use it on those at the door if we dare.”

Moondancer rushed to the indicated shelf, quite quickly grasping the supplies there, and very hurriedly tended to the wounds. She helped indigo first, more or less dumping an infection killing solution on her head, making her yelp and groan, then quickly wrapped the bandages around her head. She moved to Molly to wrap up her neck next, though she reacted by giggling rather than any groans of complaints.

It was weird that Indigo was being affected while Molly wasn’t. Indigo didn’t look like she was just suffering from shock; she looked... wrong. Yet Molly seemed completely okay. Why? If anything, Moondancer would have thought that an athlete would have a better immune defense than a druggie.

Moondancer put a hoof to her own head, trying to focus with the drugs she had accidentally taken earlier still eating at her a bit. Luckily, it seemed her adrenaline was keeping her lucid enough not to turn into a giggling mess like Molly, so that was a plus.

Zecora dumped a bucket of water into a smaller cauldron, then quickly chopped and measured various ingredients, moving as quickly as she could manage.

“I have some flasks that are made to break,” said Zecora, “I will fill them up once this I bake. We need only to throw them at the zombie, and it should cease to move its body.”

It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before Zecora began to fill up the flasks, so Moondancer helped her with a few. There was enough for each of them to have a dozen, so that should at least allow them to get somewhere.

“Right... I guess only one way to know if they work,” Moondancer panted, moving to face the door again, the same horrible screeching and thumping coming from it.

Indigo staggered to stand behind her, and Molly hopped over to her other side. Zecora went to the door, glancing back at the others to make sure, then slowly unlocking it.

The changelings apparently had good hearing too, because as soon as the lock clicked, the door handle turned again. Though the other changling fell forward flat on his face, the first one tripping over him and falling as well. Each received a perfect headshot from two of the containers, which shattered just as they should have. The only reaction to it was to screech even louder than before, lunging forward as fast as always. The trio barely managed to dodge out of the way, the two zombies slamming into the table behind them.

“Well that was a dud,” grumbled Indigo.

“Out!” ordered Moondancer, shoving all three of her comrades out the door rather violently with her telekinesis, then turned around just in time to see the two zombies heading back towards them. Using as little magic as possible, she blasted each in the eyes as quickly as she could, then slammed the door closed.

There was no time to complain at the complete failure of Zecora’s idea. Instead the group went running back the way they came, Moondancer holding the door as long as she could before getting out of both line of sight and range.

Finally they were back into the stairwell, second door closed behind them, far enough away that the blinded changelings wouldn’t be able to find them quickly enough. They weren’t out of the woods yet though, as a very loud screech came from further down the stairwell. A screech that was a lot closer than the noises they heard on their way in.

“Isn’t the goddesses... corpse pile, down there?” asked Indigo, staggering and barely able to stand straight.

“Well at least most of them are probably too damaged to chase us,” Moondancer headed up the stairs anyway.

“Actually they are mostly whole,” said Zecora, “The goddess repairs corpses on the go, so that she can tear them apart again for show.”

“Then we should probably run,” sighed Moondancer, then looked over at Indigo, who was now slumping against a wall, “Um, Indigo are you...”

Indigo answered by suddenly standing up straight again and lunging for Moondancer, teeth bared and going right for the throat. Luckily, Moondancer was charged up and ready, and Indigo suffered a magic blast to her face, sending her tumbling down the stairs.

Moondancer charged up her horn again, turning to Molly, expecting her to be gone too, but Molly still seemed rather in control of her facilities, only taking a step back nervously as Moondancer targeted her.

“How are you...” Moondancer muttered.

But there was no time to consider that. Moondancer wasn’t sure if she had gotten Ingido’s eyes, and she wasn’t sticking around to make sure. Instead she turned tail and ran back up the stairs, followed quickly by Zecora and Molly.

Harshwhinny slammed open the door to the throne room hurriedly, running as fast as she could to the back of the throne. She slammed a hoof into it several times before a panel fell open.

“Rape?” asked mirror-pool-Celestia, standing on her haunches atop the throne and looking over the back at Harshwhinny.

“So she gave you the password?” asked Starlight moving up behind her.

“No,” said Harshwhinny, “But this Celestia should know it.” she looked up at Celestia, “Celestia, we need the code to trigger the rainboom. It’s imperative that we have it right now.”

“Rape?” asked Celestia.

“Are you kidding me?” asked Starlight, “You were relying on that thing to... nevermind. I’ll close the doors.”

It seemed that only Celestia had been left in the throne room, any guards having no doubt ran off to attempt to combat the creeping terror, or to flee. Starlight closed all the doors, and bolted them shut, including the one that Moondancer would need to use if they came back to the throne room. Every loose object in the throne room was moved in front of the main entrance to brace that door further. Plants, several suits of very kinky looking armor, and even Luna’s old throne.

“Look just... you can rape us all you want, but we need the code first!” said Harshwhinny to the clone.

“Rape,” nodded Celestia, rolling out of the throne rather clumsily, then heading around behind it as if to see what Harshwhinny was doing.

Surprisingly, the clone did appear to understand, and was even willing to help. Though in the process, she slid up behind Harshwhinny, standing above the earth pony and rotating her hips to grind them against Harshwhinny’s rump. She lacked a shaft as the real Celestia might have had, but she sure as hell left a wet mark on Harshwhinny’s plot, cunt honey and cum from all the guards she’d had today.

Celestia leaned forward and punched the code in with her nose. The number pad moved aside, and it opened further into a large touch screen display.

“You’ve already raped me several times,“ Harshwhinny said to Celestia, calmly, “You should rape that one.”

“Rape!” agreed Celestia, standing up, then stumbling around the throne toward Starlight.

Starlight was just finishing her blocking of the main door when she felt Celestia nosing under her tail from behind and giving an enthusiastic lick from her balls to her tailhole. She barely had time to turn around before she was grabbed by one hind hoof, Celestia flipping her rather violently onto her back, leaving her dazed as he head slammed against the stone floor.

“No, wait!” Starlight said, “I have to get over there to make sure she isn’t going to... damnit...”

“Oh feel free to push her off of you and come over here,” said Harshwhinny as she poked at the screen with her hoof, almost certainly about to set the timer for less time than agreed upon, “I’m sure that when Celestia gets back, she won’t put you through legendary amounts of torment for disobeying the one she left in charge.”

Starlight grunted as she shook her head to get her senses back, feeling Celestia pin her shoulders down with her front hooves, and rubbing her drooling cum trap against Starlight’s sheath. Starlight was anything but hard at the moment, but that began to change whether she wanted it to or not once her sheath began to feel the warmth of a violently slutty cunt rubbing up and down against it.

“This one will probably just die in the flames either way,” Starlight grunted.

“Oh please,” Harshwhinny rolled her eyes, “You know that Celestia has some way to know what has happened even if that one dies. I mean why else would she leave that ‘thing’ in charge? She is probably hoping for a rebellion so she’ll have a reason to torment ponies when she got back from tormenting whatever lives in that other world.” Harshwhinny turned back to the screen, but then grumbled, “If I can just remember how to access...”

Starlight knew that Harshwhinny had a point. She leaned her head over, trying to get a clean shot at Harshwhinny, but Celestia’s rather large throne was directly between them, as was Celestia, which made it impossible to get a clean shot, and initiating a telekinetic grab was quite impossible without having line-of-sight, at least to initiate it.

“When Moondancer gets here...” panted Starlight.

“Moondancer... and you,” countered Harshwhinny, “Will almost certainly die in the explosion, as I will have a significant head start getting out of here. Two less hornkies in the world; good riddance. If I’m lucky this will push me into the Hoof of the Goddess position.”

“She’s just as likely to kill you!” called out Starlight, “She won’t make an earth pony Hoof...”

“Yes, perhaps, she might kill me,” admitted Harshwhinny, “But she’s just as likely to do that to us all at this point, so I’ll take my chances. No hard feelings. Just doing what I must to survive.” In actuality, Harshwhinny did feel a little bad; Starlight was one of the only unicorns she knew that didn’t call her race mud ponies, but her survival was outweighing any sort of kindness at the moment.

Starlight was distracted again by Celestia’s drool dribbling onto her face, moving a hoof to try to wipe most of it off her face. Needless to say, her shaft was rapidly approaching full hardness whether she wanted it to or not, Celestia’s grinding leaving it coated in a shiny layer of cum and cunt honey. Celestia seemed to understand that Starlight was wanting up, because she made sure to thump a hoof heavily down against her horn to keep her distracted from any magic use.

It didn't matter. Given the choice between a quick death in an explosion and a slow death from Celestia, Starlight knew her best hope was to try to get the clone off quickly so it’d let her up.

Celestia leaned down for a kiss, and Starlight returned it, twisting her tongue about with Celestia’s, and sliding all four legs up to cling to Celestia’s body, sweaty flesh sticking together wetly as they moved together. Starlight pulled her hips back a bit, then angled upwards to slip into the well-used cunt, pushing upwards until she felt her belly smack wetly against Celestia’s, then began to grind upwards into Celestia’s motions, pumping her cock in and out of the mega-slut’s gaping cunt.

The clone was apparently a hair-trigger, as it almost immediately creamed all over Starlight’s shaft, fluid drooling down Starlight’s balls and drenching her sheath and belly, not that that slowed the clone down at all.

As well-used as it was, Celestia gripped her tunnel down hard, inner flesh rippling up and down Starlight’s shaft, milking it hotly in the process. Celestia leaned back then, flipping the two of them over so that Starlight was atop her. Starlight grunted in surprise, but quickly adjusted, bracing her hind legs against the floor, pulling Celestia’s behind up to hold her in a pile-driver position, slamming her shaft in with long deep thrusts.

Starlight tried to lean over to get line-of-sight to Harshwhinny again, but Celestia instead pulled her head downward, forcing it downward until her neck felt like it might snap, pushing her muzzle against the clone’s breasts. Starlight tried to keep thrusting as she moved her muzzle to one of Celestia’s nipples, sliding her tongue around it before beginning to nurse. Celestia’s breasts were quite milky, probably due to the pregnancy of the one it was cloned from, and Starlight enjoyed the flavor as much as she could while Celestia pushed her head further.

“Goddess-damned fuck-slut freak of nature,” Starlight grumbled as her head was pulled over to the other breast, moving to nurse there as well.

“Rape!” agreed Celestia.

Starlight would be lying though if she said it wasn’t pleasurable overall however, and as Celestia’s cunt convulsed in another orgasm around her shaft, Starlight blew her load as well, painting Celestia’s insides with cum, blasting wave after wave until Celestia’s belly swelled up.

Celestia’s grip on her lessened, and Starlight tried to pull away, or at least to one side, but as soon as Celestia pulled her hips back, pulling away from Starlight’s still throbbing cock, the clone pushed forward again, this time pushing Starlight’s well-lubricated fuck stick into her equally well-fucked asshole. Celestia’s front hooves pushed Starlight’s head down further, forcing her to double over until her muzzle was even with her freshly-came-in cunt.

“There we go, just about done here,” said Harshwhinny, “Don’t feel too bad, at least you'll probably die with your cock in a hole. I doubt that thing will let you go in time for you to even get a running start. Actually... maybe a bit more time... should give me enough time to...”

Starlight couldn’t respond, as she was now busily diving her tongue into Celestia’s cum-stuffed pussy, scooping out mouthfuls of her own cum, swishing it about her mouth before swallowing it down. Her hips slammed downward, forcing her cock repeatedly into Celestia’s asshole, which clenched hard in return, every bit as fuckable as her other hole.

It didn’t occur to Starlight what Harshwhinny meant by giving herself extra time until she felt the earth pony slide up behind her. Harshwhinny gripped Starlight about her flanks and pushed her shaft forward just as Starlight’s hips came back, ramming her thick shaft into Starlight’s pussy, spreading the much tighter lips apart and slamming forward so that her balls sung forward to smack against Starlight’s.

“I know this is very unprofessional,” panted Harshwhinny, “But I rather like it when a horn head dies with my cum inside it.”

“Insufferable... bitch...” said Starlight wetly between licks into Celestia’s cum trap.

Starlight made no effort to clench or milk at Harshwhinny, though it was rather difficult to keep her pussy from doing that on its own, stretched nicely over the throbbing dong being rammed into it, and she couldn’t bring herself to slow down her hips with as heavenly as Celestia’s plot hole felt around her own shaft. Not only did it annoy her that she was pleasuring the bitch, but if she did live through this, she didn’t exactly want the bitch’s foal inside her.

Oh well, she could always have the brat scraped out. She’d just need to find a stallion, or a mare with a potion, to do the scraping, since the only type of legal abortion left in Equestria was ‘abortion by cock’.

Harshwhinny wasted no time, not holding back at all as she drilled Starlight’s cunt as hard and fast as she could. She gave Starlight’s horns several hard thumps with her hooves, both to distract her from magic, and to send throbbing pains through the unicorn’s cranium, and Starlight’s yelp of pain, muffled by Celestia’s pussy, sent Harshwhinny swiftly over the edge.

She managed to push herself right through Starlight’s cervix as she blew her load, spraying down the inside of Starlight’s womb and groaning loudly as she did so. “You know raping a unicorn feels better for some reason,” panted Harshwhinny, “I suppose because it’s actually illegal for me to do. Anyway. Have fun exploding.”

Harshwhinny gave Starlight’s horn another hard thump before pulling her slick cock free of the cunt. She casually began walking back to behind the throne. “There’s a secret passage here that gets out of the city quickly. Too bad for you, you probably won’t see how I open it. Pity.”

Starlight couldn’t respond well as Celestia was now pushing her face so hard that her muzzle popped into her juicy cunt, suddenly eye-deep in the royal snatch. She lapped more deeply and was rewarded with another gush of fluid as Celestia came again. She tried to take a breath but her lungs were only filled with Celestia’s fuck juice and her own cum as she began gagging violently.

Of course Celestia’s ass clenching down on her did her no favors as far as distractions go and she blew a second load into Celestia’s shit-hole, though the clone’s had probably never actually been used for that. Her cum pushed the spunk of previous cocks deeper and Celestia actually coughed up a splurt of stale cum from her muzzle, her whole system already pumped full.

There was suddenly banging on the door from which they had entered, repeated several times before a voice screamed from the other side, “It’s Moondancer! Let us in they’re right on our tails!”

Harshwhinny shouted back, “Fuck off and die horn-head.”

One thing Harshwhinny didn’t count on though was that Starlight was a bit different than other unicorns she’d been with, and she was recovering from the horn thumps and other distractions quite quickly, particularly with how angry she was. Barely able to see what she was doing, Starlight unlatched the door with her magic, allowing the three remaining council members to practically fall into the throne room.

Deeper still, Starlight could hear the groan of approaching undead, and she knew what to do. Harshwhinny picked up on what she wanted to do pretty quickly as well, and shrieked as she was picked up helplessly in Starlight’s magic. She ran comically in the air as she was thrown back out through the door, which was quickly shut and re-locked behind her.

“Is there a reason we just elected to kill Ms. Harshwhinny?” asked Moondancer as she struggled back to her hooves.

“Bitch... she set the time short... I don’t know by how much...” Starlight managed to get out as Celestia finally let her come up for air.

Seeing new people, Celestia casually tossed Starlight off of her, standing up and smiling as she walked towards the new ponies, ponies that she hadn’t fucked yet.

“Rape!” Celestia cried out happily.

“There’s a secret passage behind the throne,” panted Starlight, “Harshwhinny mentioned it but... oh fuck... fuck fuck... I probably should have forced her to tell us before I tossed her to the rape-zombies.”

“We can look for it as well,” said Zecora, “Perhaps we will--- mmph-“ It seemed that Celestia had decided to get it on with a zebra next, as Zecora was suddenly bowled over by the clone and pinned onto her back.

“I-it’s fine, we’ll find it,” sighed Moondancer, “We have a least a little time to-“

But then she was cut off as well, this time by a hollow, vaguely female voice echoing through the hall outside the main throne room doors. It screeched, “I’m here for your head, dear daughter!” What’s more, it was followed by a very large slam against the main doors from the outside, quickly joined by the sounds of several dozen undead hooves pawing at the door and the surrounding wall. There was every bit as much scratching from behind the two other doors on either side of the room.

“Maybe we can offer her some candy?” suggested Molly quietly.

“Oh for crying out loud, Molly,” sighed Moondancer, “I wish you’d throw that damn thing... oh fuck.” A sudden realization hit Moondancer. Molly and Indigo were bitten at the same time, yet Molly was still completely fine while Indigo was likely chewing on Harshwhinny’s face about now. Why was-... She looked at Molly, “Actually, I think you’re onto something for once. Give me that bowl.”

“No no no no no no NO!” Harshwhinny shrieked, slamming her hooves against the locked door, breathing heavily, slamming her whole body against it to try and get it to budge, but it was no use, “Damnit... this is going to be such an undignified death.”

She took a deep breath, accepting her fate for what it was, and turned to face her fate. In the front of the pack was Indigo, a good quarter of her skull missing from a blast to the head, but still one good eye to see out of. Right behind her was a rainbow-maned corpse moving stiffly about, with what looked like a dozen shapes shambling behind her ranging in size from foal to large stallion.

Well, may as well get it over with. Harshwhinny loosened her jacket, shucking it off onto the floor, then pulled her scarf and sweater off beyond that, leaving herself bare. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and faced her head upwards to bare her throat. With any luck, that’d be the first thing they’d tear out and she wouldn’t last long.

She wasn’t lucky, as it turned out. Indigo slammed a hoof into one side of her face, sending her to slam into the wall of the stairwell, and went right for her other end. Even more rape-crazed than she had been alive, Indigo pulled Harshwhinny’s hindquarters back against her, leaving the earth pony with plot up and head down as she pushed her throbbing undead shaft against her, pushing open the warm lips of her prey and pushing deep into her cunt from behind. There was a small mercy in that Harshwhinny was still wet there from her go at Starlight, so the strangely cool shaft slid in rather easily.

Harshwhinny felt sheer terror grip her as she was given more time to consider that she was about to die a rather agonizing death. She gave in to sobbing rather quickly after that, her choking and crying every bit as loud as the groans of Indigo as she began to heave her hips back and forth, then leaned downward to grab Harshwhinney’s left ear in her mouth, twisting and yanking until it tore free, swallowing the bit of fur and flesh down and licking the blood from her lips.

She saw Rainbow coming up on her head, and once again Harshwhinny tried baring her neck, but still no luck. Rainbow yanked her head up by her mane, pulling her up to sit upon her haunches, still getting plowed from behind as Rainbow slid up to her front. Rainbow seemed more interested in Harshwhinny’s futa bits.

Harshwhinny felt the stiff chill pressed against her, Rainbow forcing her still firm shaft against her corpse-cunt. The warm shaft was forced into the icy cold orifice, the lubrication left from raping Starlight doing little to ease things as she found Rainbow’s insides bone dry, prickly dead flesh grinding across her shaft as Rainbow began to rotate her hips. Rainbow bit down on Harshwhinny’s face, twisting her head and pulling a bloody chunk from her jaw, warm blood splattering over the cold corpses and leaving a hole right through Harshwhinny’s cheek.

“Kill me!” screeched Harshwhinny, but the corpses didn’t understand. All they wanted was to fuck and feast upon warm flesh. Harshwhinny, once again, tried to bare her neck, only to have her head grabbed by cold red hooves, Big Mac pulling her head downward, bending her body at an odd angle, though not enough to end her miserable life, and pushed his ice cold cock against her lips.

The feel of the cold long-dead corpses against her made Harshwhinny’s stomach turn, and she vomited violently upon Big Mac’s somehow rock hard shaft, only to gag on her own vomit as it was forced back into her throat with his cock. The smell of death and vomit filled her nose as she was now fucked from both ends, her own shaft somehow throbbing despite the painful dragging against Dash’s bone-dry pussy flesh.

Even as she choked on her sobs, body shaking in horror, Harshwhinny did her best to get the zombies off quickly, as they might be more likely to end her suffering after they were sated, if they could even be sated. She rolled her hips awkwardly, forcing herself into one corpse and then pulling back to push the other corpse into her cunt, though both her cock and her cunt were now bleeding from the friction of dead flesh.

Rainbow leaned back to lay on her back, pulling Harshwhinny close atop her, seeming to enjoy having as much of the warm living flesh against her as possible. She rocked her hips upward, her corpse-cunt squeezing happily. She leaned her head up, and at first Harshwhinny thought she was finally going to get her throat torn out, but instead Rainbow bit down on one of Big Mac’s balls, sucking it into her muzzle and chewing on the stiff, tough flesh without bothering to pull it free.

Big Mac didn’t even seem to notice, instead happy to grasp Harshwhinny’s head tightly in both forelegs and ram his thick shaft as hard as he could, swelling out her neck thickly. Harshwhinny couldn’t keep herself from vomiting again and again, but each time she did, the horny zombie just rammed it back down into her stomach. Harshwhinny wanted to scream for them to kill her already, but all she could do was gag violently.

Indigo followed as she was pulled downward with Harshwhinny, grasping cool legs about her victim and repeatedly forcing herself into Harshwhinny’s hot cunt. She slammed her tip into Harshwhinny’s cervix until that too gave way, going deeper still as blood drooled down her balls from the torn opening.

Indigo leaned her head over Harshwhinny’s shoulder, tearing a strip of flesh from Rainbow’s face, who turned towards her, and soon the fuck-zombies were making out enthusiastically. Though because of what they were, the making out involved less kissing and more tearing chunks of meat off of each other’s face, Indigo's especially already having bits hanging free.

Harshwhinny felt other cold bodies pressed against her, these smaller than the others, and managed to glance back to see a number of dead foals pushing close before they started ripping chunks out of one of her hind legs, fighting over each scrap. Harshwhinny recognized them from the corpse pile as well; Celestia had called them cutie mark crusaders and liked impaling all three of their corpses on her cock at once.

Harshwhinny did her best to try and reach a foreleg back to pull one of the foals forward, grabbing hold of Sweetie Belle, the little one hissing as she was pulled away from her friends. Harshwhinny used the last of her strength to take Sweetie in both front hooves and rammed her horn against her own throat, piercing the flesh and dragging it across her neck. She didn’t manage to get very deep, but it was enough that Sweetie began to tear at her neck flesh as her matted white fur was stained further red.

Harshwhinny finally felt herself grow dizzier, the blood loss reaching critical, her gagging finally ceasing as the last of her breath left her, and her heart fluttered to a stop, now nothing but a corpse being pushed back and forth by other corpses.

But there was something wrong... she was still conscious. Why was she still conscious? Her body began acting on its own, beyond her control, her hips beginning to rotate happily between Rainbow and Indigo, cock throbbing with renewed lust, and even reaching a fore hoof behind Sweetie to massage at her underage corpse pussy. She was dead, she had to be dead, but she could still feel everything that was happening to her. The only difference now is that some magical force had stolen control of her body. She wanted to thrash in rage, but now she couldn’t even do that.

Her body, beyond her control, began to chew on Big Mac’s dead cock even as he continued to thrust it down her throat, doing what damage she could, tearing chunks out of it and swallowing them down. Indigo let out a hiss, her undead shaft blasting a torrent of blood into Harshwhinny’s cooling cunt, followed quickly by Harshwhinny creaming into Rainbow Dash. Cumming blood into her fellow zombie was excruciating, somehow even moreso than the foals skeletalizing her hind leg or ripping out so much of her throat that the bits she swallowed fell free. Even Big Mac came, blood fountaining out every gash in his torn shaft.

The three finally lost interest in Harshwhinny’s cooling body, and instead began to claw at the locked door once again. Harshwhinny could do nothing but join them, even as the foals tore the meat off of another of her legs. Another zombie pushed its muzzle against Harshwhinny's snatch, beginning to eat her out in a very literal fashion, nibbling down her fuck tunnel as it pulled it free inches at a time. Harshwhinny couldn't turn to see who it was, and it hardly mattered at this point.

All she could do now is wait for the bomb to end her suffering, and hoped dearly that they didn’t find a way to stop it. She wanted her body destroyed before Celestia could suck her apparently trapped soul out.