Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

“Oh well, I guess there’s no point in doing the control thing anymore,” sighed Celestia, “I don’t think I enjoyed it as much as the other me does, anyway.”

There was a flash in Cadence’s eyes, and the woman suddenly dropped to her knees, putting her hands on her face and immediately sobbing, “Oh Twilight, I’m so sorry for bringing you here!”

“Another stray word out of you,” warned Celestia, “And I’ll be scooping out that crotch biscuit of yours and eating it on a sandwich.” She then turned her head to Shining as he growled a bit, “A stray peep out of you and you’ll be eating the sandwich. And that will piss me off a fuck load, because I want to eat it.” She then smiled at Twilight, giving her the happy news, “By the way, did you know your brother’s fuck-toy is pregnant? Now be nice and congratulate her.”

“I... congratulations?” Twilight wasn’t sure what to do, a mix of confusion and abject horror surging through her at the realization that this person was very likely a psychotic killer, “I take it... there isn’t really a study program...”

“Oh but there is,” smiled Celestia, “Finish your task and you’ll be my new student. The other me said that you’d just make an excellent little toy to break. Now... I think you were just about to tell us who you’re going to fuck. Let’s keep it one at a time, yes?”

Twilight looked helplessly at her family, and they said nothing. She half expected them to all be asking for her to let the other two live, but anguish on their faces seemed to indicate that they were afraid of doing even that. What had she done to them or threatened them with? No doubt threats involving Twilight's safety, and disgust welled up inside her at the thought of them taking one for her to live.

“I... still have a dog in my... um...” Twilight tactfully pointed out, maybe that would at least grant her a bit more time to think.

“Then I guess you have until his little dick pops out to choose, else I’ll choose them all for everything,” Celestia smiled kindly, leaning forward to look Twilight in the eyes.

Twilight increased her grip on Spike, now holding him firmly against her so that he didn’t pop out, even clenching a bit in an effort to keep him hard. Spike didn’t seem to mind, whimpering a bit lustfully as she massaged him within, and remaining mostly limp in his bliss. It must have been nice to have no clue what was going on other than being balls deep in a freshly devirginized pussy.

Somehow it didn’t make it any easier that Twilight pretty much immediately knew who she would choose for what. She’d always had secret feelings for her brother, and would enjoy a marriage with him more than she’d admit. And honestly she wouldn’t mind a go at her Dad either, even if she hadn’t exactly thought about it a lot. But then there was the part of all that that she would mind: killing her mother.

But if she didn’t choose, everyone would die. Or maybe everyone would die regardless, she had no clue. Maybe... just wait a bit to at least make it seem like she came to the decision more slowly. She felt Spike’s little dick slipping rapidly free from her, so she had to say it now though...

“I... Daddy...” Twilight blurted out a second before Spike slipped out of her.

Twilight dropped Spike to the floor, where he landed soundly and immediately doubled over to clean his little pecker of her juices. He still hadn’t seen much to indicate there was a problem, even if the humans were acting a bit strange.

“Fuck Daddy, very well then,” smirked Celestia, “Then Daddy will fuck her, up the asshole. The other two can wait and wonder which of them will die and which will knock up your cunt and live happily married to you, even if it might be a bit obvious... don't feel limited though, I can give your mother a cock.”

Twilight looked over at her father, who stared awkwardly back.

“Are we going to have... lubrication?” asked Night quietly.

“Take a few dips in that juicy twat if you want lube. Oh, and let me hear some dirty talk, or all bets are off,” said Celestia, “I want to see you get into it.”

“This is insane,” whispered Twilight.

“I’m glad you noticed!” smiled Celestia, then turned to Cadence, “You. Fuck the dog. Enthusiastically.”

“W-what?” Cadence sniffled, having barely stopped sobbing after her initial release.

“It was a special request in the forums,” explained Celestia, not very helpfully at all, then turned to Cinch and stared for several long seconds.

“W-what?” asked Cinch, who was already backing into a corner, “You can’t possibly mean to involve me in this...”

“No, you’re old and unsexy,” grunted Celestia, “I don’t think anyone wants to see the gross old lady get raped, so I’ll just have you briefly impaled and killed while they’re busy.”

“I’ll have you know I-“ Cinch started, but then realized it was pretty pointless to continue. She just glared, angrier at the fact that she was going to die in some humiliating manner in front of everyone than she was scared of dying. She’d go down in history for how she died rather than how she lived, not that she had been in any danger of going down in history for the later. Well, maybe in her own head she was going to.

As for Twilight’s part, she didn’t really want to watch her dog fuck Cadence even if she found Cadence hotter than she was comfortable with. She didn't want to see Cinch die, either, even with as much of a bitch as the later was, so tried her best to ignore it. In fact, she didn’t even look her father in the eyes. She just took a deep breath, eyes unfocused, and walked back to center stage. She slid down to her knees, then down to all fours, spreading out her hind legs, taking a position where she wouldn’t have to look Daddy in the eyes as he fucked her. It didn’t matter to her who was watching anymore, even if she was still red from head to toe. She just wanted to do what she must to protect her family. Most of them anyway.

Those watching this had mixed feelings, clearly. Most of them were either still trying to escape or trying not to watch, though there were a small portion that seemed to be enjoying it, either masturbating to it or outright having sex, sometimes with other students or faculty who didn’t agree with the act.

Twilight clenched her teeth and jerked as she felt hands on her behind. Night slowly kneeled behind her, giving her an apologetic look as he rubbed his hands over her nice round plot. She felt his hands shiver as he rubbed over her rump, and wasn’t sure if it was from nervousness or secret anticipation of boning his own daughter. She felt his warm, throbbing erection flop out onto her behind, then he leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back as he slid his hands around, grasping her breasts and squeezing, followed by a deep breath as if he'd always wanted to do that.

“Sorry,” he whispered into her ear with a squeak, but wasn’t quite acting sorry. He ran his tongue up the side of her face, lapping at her tears, though she’d like to think by accident. He then turned her head so that he could kiss her deeply, and for a moment she found her tongue darting about with her father’s, even as his throbbing shaft was grinded against her rump. She couldn't get out of her head that this was the same cock that had pounded her into her mother.

He pushed into her soft wet pussy first, drenched inside with dog sperm, shivering harder as he felt those luscious cunt walls grasp his shaft. It was difficult to get himself to tug free once he was bathed in fuck-heat, but he finally managed it, and pushed his now spunk-slickened shaft against her tight virgin asshole.

“Ow! Daddy!” Twilight cried out as she shivered at the feel of a larger shaft inside her, then again as said shaft pushed against her hot little rear end. Her whole body tensed as she felt her ass invaded, his shaft already drooling cream and more rock hard than ever.

He couldn’t hold back if he wanted to save her, but all the same it felt like he welcomed the excuse to really go to town on her behind. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as he squeezed her breasts harder, twisting them as he pushed with all his might, belly smacking against her purple behind within a few thrusts, belly deep, balls smacking her drooling cunt with each stroke.

The pain didn’t die down as it had with Spike, both from the increased size and the fact that she couldn’t get herself to relax, so instead she just hung her head and sobbed as each thrust shot more pain up through her body, shaking in shame as she was raped by her own father in full view of hundreds, one camera showing a close-up now of his cock invading her tight little asshole, honey and cum drooling from her cunt down both their thighs, the other camera showing a zoom in of her tear-stained face.

She arched her back and cried out, but her struggles seemed to make him hammer his hips harder. He was lost in the intensity of raping his own daughter and couldn’t process much else at this point.

“Oh Twilight,” he panted, “So close, the cum that made you is about to coat the inside of your purple plot... oh you feel just like your mother inside.”

“Yes, Daddy,” panted Twilight, trying hard to join the talk despite her pain, and hoping that he was just dirty talking since they were told to, “I can’t wait for your... cum in my... anus...”

He licked her face once more before blowing his load, painting the inside of his daughter’s ass with his cream just as he said, packing it inside as he continued to thrust. He gave her breasts another hard squeeze, now reddened even more from bruising, and didn’t stop his hammering hips until he had expelled every last drop that he could.

Spike still didn’t have a clue what was going on. Being a dog sucked like that.

Or maybe it didn’t, since when he say Cadence sink down to all fours and reluctantly waggle her rump at him, he didn’t worry about whatever else might be happening, and didn't even consider that she might not really want him to fuck her. He had just had a blast in his master's pussy and he was happy to plug his master's brother's mate as well.

Cadence tried not to look at what else was happening, even if she couldn’t get it out of her head that her boyfriend was likely about to marry his sister instead of her. Well, it was better than him being dead, she supposed.

She also tried to not look at what was happening to herself. She felt Spike pawing at her thighs and lowered her bottom a bit, splaying out her legs for him. She wretched just a bit as she felt Spike’s muzzle pushing against her lips, pushing her labia apart to take a deep lick into her pregnant pussy. The hole that she had reserved for Shining alone was about to get humped by a dirty animal.

Spike was just enjoying the moment. He took several long licks, reaching his tongue deep and scooping out mouthfuls of cunt honey, rolling his eyes back and taking a deep breath of her rich scent. He then grasped her pink rump in his fore paws, claws digging against her skin as he tugged himself up further atop her.

He whimpered happily as he pushed himself once again into incredible warmth, his hips immediately a blur as he pounded happily, his canine balls smacking her belly wetly with each thrust of his hips.

The only blessing for her was that animals didn’t tend to take their time and enjoy, so Spike was going for the goal as quickly as possible. It took him a bit longer perhaps after having blown his load in Twilight, but he was still pretty quick, within minutes pumping a large load of dog seed into Cadence’s hot pussy just as he had with Twilight's.

Cadence bit her lip, not wanting to let out the slightest peep of a moan, despite it not feeling bad at all. Even as he finished, knotting inside her, it felt rather good as he shifted about inside her. She grunted, rolling herself over onto her back, and trying to hug Spike against her belly without looking at him. It didn’t keep him from writhing and shifting about inside her though, lapping at her belly and growling in an oddly flirtatious way, like he was saying 'Yeah you loved it, didn't you slut.'.

“This is insane!” screamed Cinch as she felt herself levitated off of the floor, “This isn’t fair! I don’t deserve this!”

“Well I suppose not,” shrugged Celestia, “Though to be fair, you do come closer to deserving it than any of the other options in this room.”

“But you can’t!” Cinch shrieked.

“Oh stop complaining,” Celestia rolled her eyes. "You people are always such whiners about getting brutally murdered."

Using magic certainly was fun; Celestia was definitely going to enjoy these new powers that the other her had granted. Her eyes glowed as Cinch was picked up higher, and turned upside down.

The incest and bestiality was all well and good, but there hadn’t been any blood yet here, and Celestia intended to fix that immediately. Cinch found herself staring at a jagged metal s-shaped meat hook, which Celestia waggled in front of her a bit tauntingly.

“You... have to be kidding me,” Cinch looked at the hook, then to Celestia, tears now rolling up her face, since she was upside down.

But Celestia wasn’t. She pulled the hook upwards, ramming one end of the hook into Cinch’s old decrepit cunt, probably the first thing to penetrate there in decades. Cinch screamed out as the sharp blade dragged about her insides, then twisted, slicing her from the inside and finally the tip poking free through a gash in her belly, blood drooling up over her chest and breasts, dripping onto the floor as shivers of agony slid through her.

Celestia would rather be watching the other events though, even if death was fun, so the principal on a hook was hung from a long rope on the ceiling, and dangled directly above the bleachers. Celestia tossed a dozen baseball bats into the bleachers as well, rather haphazardly. Students found themselves having to dodge them.

“Piñata time!” Celestia announced.

At first all this got was a bunch of students staring at their principal with looks of abject horror, but that was easily fixed. Surely there were those that hated her enough to beat her to death; they just needed a bit of a mental push, a bit of magic to make them hard or wet at the idea. It wasn’t too difficult; just warp their little brains so that horror feels like pleasure.

Indigo Zap was the first to grab hold of a bat, before Celestia even finished the mind-warp. Indigo figured that since it was clear this Celestia person could control minds, she could always just say Celestia made her do it later. Indigo laughed as she spun around and swung the bat, contacting Cinch’s breasts and sending her swinging back and forth with a shriek.

Indigo began to laugh as she continued to bludgeon Cinch back and forth, beating black and dark blue bruises into the old useless flesh. Cinch started to demand a stop to it, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, she ended up shrieking instead from another impact.

Well that did look fun, and thanks to Celestia’s influence more started to join. Perhaps somewhat predictably, it was mostly Indigo’s main circle of almost-friends.

Sour Sweet shrugged, grabbing a bat herself. “This is just fucking horrifying,” she said as she looked at the bat, then pointed it at Cinch’s face, “But you deserve it.” She swung the bat around, cracking Cinch in the face and eliciting another delightful welp, Cinch’s nose breaking with a crack, adding to the blood already drooling down onto the bleachers.

“Don’t hit the head yet, she'll lose feeling,” pointed out Sugarcoat as she picked up a bat as well.

“Woo-hoo!” Lemon Zest wasn’t listening, and probably couldn’t given the headphone blaring rock into her ears, so she immediately clocked Cinch in the back of the head herself.

“Eh,” Sunny Flare moved up as well and eyed one of the bats, “I don’t want to get blood on my uniform though...” That was easily solved of course. She began to slide out of her uniform, neatly folding vest, undershirt, skirt, and all the rest in a stack where she had been sitting. The crazies on stage were getting naked, so why shouldn’t she? It wasn't like anyone would mind her showing off her gorgeous fun-parts.

Cinch could do nothing but grunt now as she was pummeled from all sides. Lemon seemed especially enthusiastic, literally snapping her bat within a few hits. Maybe this was just what she wanted, because she then used a folding chair to get up higher, and rammed the sharp edge of the broken bat against the principal’s asshole. She laughed as she rammed it as hard as she could, Cinch’s belly bloating more as Lemon fucked her with it, then rammed it right through the back of her intestines and into her gut, not stopping until it was too deep for her to pull out.

Indigo didn’t care about blood on her uniform, but seeing Sunny strip did make her consider that showing off her own awesome athletic body might be fun, and she took a break from swinging to quickly shed her own outfit, leaving them strewn about rather than in a neat pile.

Wearing only socks now, Indigo walked up to Cinche’s face, which hung right at that convenient height, and pushed her crotch against her, rubbing her drooling slit against the principal’s face and sighing at how the screams shivered up through her body. Face-rape was fun, and doing it in front of everyone made it even more so somehow.

A lot of those in the bleachers were getting naked now. Some for the hell of it, others so they could go at it with each other, and still others getting their clothes taken off by someone else who decided now was a great time for public rape. Sunny Flare was one of those to see an opening, taking her bloody bat and strolling away from the piñata.

Instead, Sunny very suddenly cracked Trenderhoof in the face, sending him sprawling onto his ass. She clobbered him several more times about the head to make sure he’d stay down, then pinned him onto his back via sitting cowgirl style about his hips. She pulled open his pants, literally ripped out the front of his underwear, and began to grind her pussy against his shaft. Trend was barely conscious enough to know what was going on, but his cock reacted just like any teenager's would when getting pussy rubbed on it, and soon Sunny slipped him inside, grunting and rolling his hips as she rode his cock. Mmmm, rape felt good, maybe better than consenting sex, especially when the victim was someone that turned her down; she considered maybe making a habit of this.

Indigo continued to grind her increasingly wet slit against Cinch’s face, finally creaming herself hard. She held Cinch’s head tightly, bracing it from all the impacts that were still hitting the dying wench, rolling her hips firmly until she was done, then backing off to leave Cinch with a face soaked in Indigo’s cunt honey. Cinch could do nothing but gag violently.

Indigo went for the bat again, and joined the others already beating her. Her belly became more and more bruised, the hook jutting from her belly began to tear more and more. When it gave, it ripped its way out of her, slicing open her gut in the process, and sending the principal screaming to the ground. Her internals spilled out onto the bleachers, drooling down beneath them like pig slop.

She gave one more series of screams as bats cracked at her head. They didn’t stop when she stopped screaming, not until her face was literally caved in from the impacts, gray matter pushing out through the cracks in her head.

Indeed, it wasn’t the only action in the stands that was getting lethal. Encouraged by the bludgeoning of their principal, Sunny grasped both hands around Trend’s throat as she rode his throbbing shaft. He weakly moved his hands to try to pull hers away, but was dizzy and had a pounding head; he could barely function.

Somehow the harder she squeezed, the better it felt as her pussy stroked up and down the unwilling cock. Even as he was strangled, his shaft reacted instinctively, and soon Sunny felt a blast of seed coating her insides. She didn’t care about the potential consequences; she wanted to be on his dick as he died. Mmm, murder felt even better than rape.

She got her wish. Just as his eyes rolled back and body shivered violently with his deathgasm, her own body churned around his shaft, orgasmic bliss splattering all over his belly, drenching the clothing that he still had one. She rode it out, panting lustfully and not stopping until she was too sensitive to continue. She yanked herself off, then headed off to find new fun, leaving his corpse where it lay.

It was nice to see the crowd starting to get into it, especially those five; they were getting particularly murderous, somehow seeming even more susceptible to Celestia’s influence than the others. Maybe she should let them live and take them along with her before she killed everyone else.

“Cadence,” Celestia said, “Go stand closer to the bleachers, try to keep score of who does the best. The ones that cum themselves the most on or in unwilling partners and make the most kills have a special reward in store. Oh, and extra points for corpse-fucking too. And for teaming up, I do want team-players on my murder squad after all.”

“Um, yes... mistress,” Cadence seemed to both flush from the dog still against and inside her, and get a bit green from what she was instructed to do. She stood just outside the shield, finding a pen and paper and then rather awkwardly watching the horror within and hoping she could keep up without even rightly knowing how to keep score. The magical frenzy had reached new levels; there would likely be more corpses than living bodies before it was over, even before Celestia started to execute the lot of them.

Celestia left her to it; for now there were more important things. Twilight was done getting poked by Daddy, and needed to make the second part official. Celestia walked up to the pair and grabbed Night by the throat even as he was still packing his seed into his daughter’s ass. She rather casually tossed him across the stage before picking Twilight up by her throat and holding her up in the air.

“Done with fuck, now who to marry? You have ten seconds to answer,” Celestia smiled.

Twilight gagged as she was picked up, struggling and putting her hands on Celestia’s, but afraid to actually attempt to pull her off. As her legs kicked, her dog and daddy’s cum drooled down her thighs.

“S-shining,” Twilight barely managed to get out.

“I thought as much,” smirked Celestia, placing Twilight back on her feet and pulling her hand back, “I'm told the other you had a thing for her brother's dick too." She looked over to Shining and winked, "Get over here and fuck your sister while I read you your vows. Velvet, stay where you are and wait, Twilight will be with you to murder you soon.”

Velvet seemed too broken to care, simply staring at the floor of the stage. She sighed, then flopped down onto her side to await her fate. Twilight wanted to apologize, but she wasn’t sure if that would make things worse. She just hoped it wasn’t too horrible a method. Meanwhile Night just retreated to a corner, seeming to hope he wouldn’t be noticed again, too ashamed to even look at his wife.

“Tell you what, Twilight,” Celestia smiled, “Why don’t you take more of an active part, since I know you want to.” she turned to Shining, “On your back.”

“Twilly I...” Shining started, but then clenched his teeth to keep himself from saying more. He moved slowly to center stage, though it wasn’t clear if anyone in the audience was still watching. He lay on his back and stared at the bright lights above him. “Um... do you have condoms?” he chanced the question, “Because I don’t think she’s on birth control.” Given that she had never fucked anyone before today, it was a pretty safe assumption.

“Well not being on birth control is the idea, now isn't it,” smirked Celestia, “Don’t you want to get your new wife pregnant?”

Twilight hesitated more than she actually wanted to in an effort to make it seem like she didn’t badly want her brother’s cock inside her. This was both a dream come true and a nightmare all at once. Twilight slowly moved down to him, spreading her legs and straddling him. He was half-hard at best, so put her hands on his chest and began to grind her hips, sliding her drooling snatch up and down the front of his shaft, her heat encouraging him to throbbing levels regardless of his opinion on fucking his sister. Twilight had to admit, it hurt her feelings just a little that he wasn’t already hard for her.

“Okay Shining, repeat after me,” Celestia knelt down next to them, splaying her own legs out and idly fingering herself as she watched them. “I, Shining Armor, take my hot sister Twilight, to fuck daily, to protect or kill on our master’s whim, until one of our horrifying, agonizing, inevitable deaths part us.”

“Um, I Shining ARMOR!” Shining started, but was distracted quite a bit when he felt his shaft pop inside of his sister’s warm, well-used pussy, instinctively arching his back as he tried to continue, “Take my... hot sister Twilight, to fuck daily... um... to protect or kill and um... until agonizing death parts us.”

“Close enough,” smirked Celestia, then turned to Twilight, “Same.”

Twilight moaned as she began to rock her hips, bouncing higher and higher, the obscene sound of her body bouncing on his amplified through the gym. She barely seemed to register that she’d been spoken to, but finally repeated, “I, Twilight Sparkle, take my hot brother Shining, to fuck daily, to protect or... kill... on our master’s whim, until one of our horrifying, agonizing, um, inevitable deaths part us.”

“Even closer,” grinned Celestia, “Clearly the more intelligent of the two, though you are basically a female version of him so that makes sense. Anyway, I now declare you married. Onward to the baby-making. I’ll use my shiny new magic to make sure of it.”

Twilight nodded slowly, shivering as she dug her fingers against his chest and sped up her movements, breathing heavily and looking into his eyes, while he tried to look anywhere but her eyes. His outer reluctance though was hiding the fact that he really did think this was hot, and somehow felt better than when he fucked Cadence, like the taboo of it all made it so much hotter. His eyes moved up and down, watching her breasts hypnotically, wanting to grab them but not sure how she'd take it. She seemed to pick up, because she slid her own hands over his and guiding them to her breasts. He blushed sheepishly and began to massage them.

Twilight tried to flush everything else from her mind so that she could at least enjoy this. She leaned forward and pushed her lips to his as he tweaked her nipples, going for a kiss. He didn’t respond much at first, but after a few seconds, his tongue was darting reluctantly against her own. Finally he looked up into her eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, bbbff,” panted Twilight, “I... wish it was under different circumstances.”

“I... I know,” was all that Shining could get out at first. All the same, he slid his hands across her body now, grasping at her hips to feel their movements against him, eyes moving to focus on her breasts as they softly bounced with her body’s movements.

“You two should have been fucking years ago. It's a crime for siblings to both reach adulthood without having ever fucked,” Celestia shook her head as if scolding a disobedient child, “I’m doing you a favor, you know.” Celestia herself slid up behind Twilight, and Twilight’s eyes got larger as she felt a throbbing cock smack her bucking behind, “I think it’s customary for the priestess to join in the consummation? At least it will be when I’m in charge.”

Twilight tensed up as she felt Celestia push against her rear entry. Celestia’s futa-hood was larger than Night’s shaft, but it still hurt just a bit less after she had been broken in. Either that or the feeling of her brother’s cock inside her baby factory more than made up for it.

It took a few moments, but Twilight worked into a nice rhythm, pushing down onto her brother’s shaft, then pulling back to push Celestia into her behind. Soon Shining and Celestia were playing a nice game of pelvis ping-pong, pushing the girl’s bottom back and forth as they shared. Celestia pushed Shining's hands off Twilight's breasts so she could massage them instead, though her massaging was less pleasant, more twisting as hard as she could back and forth than massaging.

Despite that, the siblings kissed again, more eagerly than before. Twilight slid her hands up and down his chest even as he grasped her ass with one hand and stroked his face with another, then moaned as she looked up at the screen above them to watch the zoomed in image of his and Celestia's shafts stretching out both her holes. Twilight’s insides felt like they were churning as her bliss swelled up within her. Even with all she’d done in the last hours, she felt like she’d cream herself even harder from her brother’s shaft.

When she went off, it felt like she was releasing something that had been building up for years. Her body shook between them as she was pushed back and forth, sweat literally splattering across the stage with each fleshy impact. She came so hard on Shining that it splattered against the forcefield containing the bleachers, sizzling as it drooled across the energy field.

“I love you Shining!” Twilight couldn’t contain herself, enjoying it so much that she temporarily forgot about what she was going to be asked to do next, “Cum inside me! Knock me up brother!”

“Oh my gods sis,” Shining groaned, “You are so hot, so much better than Cadence!” The last bit slipped out, and he bit his tongue right after hoping that his girlfriend didn’t hear it. She did, as she turned her head to glare at him, then choked on her tears before going back to ‘keeping score’.

Shining and Celestia began to thrust together, Twilight’s body swelling with each stroke as she was pushed down onto two throbbing cocks at once. Her holes continued to spasm, drool down her face and cunt honey puddling on the stage, seeming unable to end her climax, and wanting nothing more than her brother’s fertile spunk inside of her.

Shining and Celestia went off together, Shining clenching Twilight’s hips and pulling her firmly down against him as he fired off inside of her, painting her insides. Celestia reached around to squeeze her breasts painfully, and fired off into her ass, Twilight’s belly swelling from the combination of the two.

“There we go,” panted Celestia, “Well now it’s time for the final task. Complete this, and not only will you be my new faithful student, but I'll guarantee your father and brother will live through this without permanent physical damage.”

Celestia pulled out to leave Twilight’s ass drooling, while Shining panted on the floor, not seeming to have remembered what is next yet. Twilight though came to quickly and looked over at her mother. She had hoped against hope that maybe the last part wouldn’t be necessary, yet now here she was.

“There,” Celestia dropped a serrated blade on the stage in front of Twilight, “Fuck her with it, then gut her and masturbate with her organs, rum them against your pussy and cover your body in her gore.”

“W-what?!” Twilight screeched. Even if she was forced to murder her mother, Twilight certainly didn’t expect it to be like that, “That’s psychotic!”

“Well if you haven’t figured out I’m psychotic by now, you’re certainly slower than the other you,” smiled Celestia.

Twilight was dragged off of Shining, leaving a trail of spunk behind her. Celestia put the blade into her hand, sitting her right next to her mother. Velvet was curled up in a fetal position, eyes empty as she stared at her daughter.

“I can’t...” Twilight breathed.

“Ten seconds,” Celestia smiled, “Or you’ve failed.”

"Do it sweetie, it's okay," Velvet whispered, though not looking at her.

“No I...” Twilight started to breathe heavily, looking at her mother’s pitiful broken expression. No. She couldn’t do this.

Instead, Twilight mustered all her strength and lunged at Celestia, stabbing right for her gut. She felt the blade slide into flesh, and as disgusting as the blood splattering about her hand was, she felt sudden relief. A she looked up to Celestia's face though, Twilight's smile vanished. The woman hadn't even flinched at the blade stabbing her gut. Something took hold of Twilight's hand, some sort of glowing telekinesis, pulling her blade back out, the wound sealing up behind her.

“That’s disappointing,” sighed Celestia, pulling the knife up and licking her own blood from the blade, “After all you did, to fail at the last moment. Oh well. I guess everyone dies then.”

“No wait I—I—“ Twilight started to speak, but suddenly found that she couldn’t. In fact, she couldn’t move at all, at least not consciously.

Her mind was there, screaming to be given a voice and fully conscious of her actions, but the actions were not her own. She drew the knife back from Celestia, and instead stepped towards her mother. She forced Velvet onto her back, and even as her mother began to sob bitterly, she sat her drooling plot on her face, muffling her terrified shrieks.

Twilight watched in terror as her own hand rammed the blade into her mother’s snatch, pushing it to the handle, then pulling back to thrust it in and out. Velvet shrieked more loudly against her with each thrust, body convulsing, blood splattering onto both their naked bodies as she continued to stab.

Twilight laughed, or at least her body laughed, rather gleefully as she continued to fuck Velvet with the knife. She didn’t stop until Velvet’s pussy and ass were barely even distinguishable as different holes, and then dragged the blade up her belly, keeping it deep to slice through whole organs as she dragged it upwards.

Twilight’s body put the blade aside, then even as her mother was convulsing in her death throws, picked up her body and held it over her head. She kneeled, holding open her mouth as she dumped the contents of her mother’s body all over her own. Tossing her mother aside, she began to rub gore and organs all over her body, one hand masturbating with Velvet’s heart, which still beat for several seconds against her as she creamed herself on it almost immediately.

She looked to her mother, and saw the shock in her mother’s eyes as the last thing she ever saw was her own daughter cumming herself on her guts.

Finally Spike got enough of a clue that something was wrong, the blood and organs flying a bit of a giveaway even for a stupid animal. He ran up to his master, barking up a storm, only for her to bend over and pick him up with one hand.

Twilight knelt, pinning Spike to the floor, and began to saw at one of his forelegs. The doggie screamed bloody murder, as much as a dog could, but it didn’t stop his master from her task. One at a time, she sawed his tiny limbs off, even as his blood pooled around them. She giggled like a happy schoolgirl as she finished, giving one last shove of the blade into his gut. The single stab was enough to leave his guts pouring out, so she left him there, struggling and yelping helplessly as he bled out.

Twilight hoped it would stop there, but it didn’t. Her body walked over to her father, pieces of her mother still dripping off of her. He just looked at her with abject horror and shock in his eyes, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

As she neared him, he turned to run, but felt himself dragged back towards her with Celestia’s energy. Twilight kneed him in the groin several times as hard as she could, then threw him down onto the ground. He moved to all fours and tried to crawl away, but she grabbed one of his legs and yanked him back, seeming to have new found strength.

“Twilight honey no!” Night screamed “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He probably didn’t even know what he was sorry about, but he sure thought he must have done something for Twilight to come after him quite so eagerly.

She slammed Night’s head against the floor a half dozen times, leaving him with a shattered nose and a bloody imprint of his face on the stage. She then grabbed hold of his flaccid cock from behind, yanking it hard, and putting the blade against his base. She sawed with the serrated edge even as he screamed bloody murder, laughing happily as she yanked it free.

Tearing it off the last bit of flesh with a grotesque rip, she rolled over her screaming father and stuffed it into his mouth. He gagged violently as she forced the entire thing inside, shaft and balls and all, as little as it fit. His eyes began to roll back as it cut off his breathing, so Twilight sat on his face to keep it inside. She rolled her hips against his struggling body, creaming herself against almost instantly, more juice mixing with his blood.

She continued to laugh, stabbing him repeatedly, everywhere from his neck down to the wound where his manhood used to be. A good ten minutes after his body had already shivered to a stop, she was still stabbing him. All this time, Twilight was screaming inside her own head for her body to stop doing what it was doing.

"No!" Cadence turned to watch the events in horror, and knowing exactly who was next, "Stop it! Stop making her do this! You said... you said if I did what you said... he..."

"No, I said if you didn't, that they would die," Celestia smirked at her, holding out one hand so that Cadence's efforts to run back to the stage only resulted in her running in place, "It's not my fault if your boyfriend-stealing incest-slut of a friend failed you. If it makes you feel better, she's next after him."

“Twilly...” Shining almost whispered when she turned to look at him, “You’re being controlled, please Twilly... I love you... you love me... you don’t want to do this...”

Twilight was listening, but her body certainly wasn’t. Shining must have realized the futility of it all, because as she walked across the stage at him, slipping and almost falling several times from the layer of cum, blood, and guts that now coated it, he didn’t even try to run. He just took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I forgive you,” was his last words before she rammed her blade right into his neck. He gagged blood up rather violently as she sliced through his flesh, literally sawing his head off with strength she had no idea that she possessed.

His body jerked delightfully as she sawed, and with her newfound strength, she found herself snapping his head off within seconds of when he finally choked on his own blood. She dropped the blade to then rub his head between her thighs, grinding her pussy against her dead brother’s face even as his body lay next to her, a fountain of blood splurting across the stage with each beat of his heart until it was finally still. Twilight creamed herself again within seconds, then threw Shining’s head across the stage as she laughed.

Unfortunately for Twilight, when Celestia said Twilight’s whole family would die, she meant every one of them. Twilight found herself turning the blade on herself, kneeling before ramming the bloody blade up her own cunt. She shrieked loudly even through the possession as she began to fuck herself with the blade much as she had her mother.

She ripped the blade upwards, slicing through her gut. When she jerked the blade free, she rammed it into her right eye, ramming it as far as she could and then leaving it lodged there. She reached her hands into her gaping chest and grabbed handfuls of organs, throwing them in every direction, strewing them across the stage. With her last ounce of strength, she yanked out her own beating heart, taking it in both hands and biting down on it. She ripped a glob of flesh free, then fell forward onto the stage, forever still.

“Oh well,” sighed Celestia, then looked over to Cadence.

Cadence was holding her paper still but not watching the crowd. She was staring in shock at the stage, mouth opened but unable to form words. Celestia chuckled, walked over to the only remaining live performer, almost slipping herself. She took the paper from Cadence’s hand, looking it over, then spoke to the crowd with a booming voice.

“Indigo Zap, Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Sunny Flare,” she read off the names that seemed to have the most marks by them, “Step over to me unless you want to die with everyone else.”

It took a moment to get their attention, but they did indeed step forward. Indigo dropped the severed head she was grinding her cunt against, while Sugarcoat casually snapped the neck of a male she was riding atop, leaving him jerking there on one of the seats as she moved to Celestia. The others followed, dropping their the copse that they had been collectively ripping into pieces behind. Celestia opened a doorway in the force field, allowing them to escape. These were the most susceptible to her brain-addling magic, so they’d make the best minions no doubt.

Closing the forcefield again, Celestia charged it up with renewed energy. The gym was suddenly a chorus of screams, even moreso than it already was, as energy rocked through the students and faculty. The dead sizzled and smoked, while the living screamed until they couldn’t anymore as their flesh melted from the intense energy. When the force field finally flashed away, nothing but charred bones and flesh were in the stands.

Celestia casually turned to Cadence, who was still staring at the stage, completely unable to function for the moment. “Well,” chuckled Celestia, “You’re the only one that lived, so I guess that makes YOU my faithful student. You’re more fuck-able than the purple nerd anyway."

"I... no," Cadence shook her head.

"Oh you'll learn to love it," smiled Celestia, though then she paused.

This was strange. As soon as Twilight had died, she had felt a lull in her own power, not thinking much of it at the time, but it became more obvious when she tried to start the slow corruption of Cadence's mind. For some reason her mind didn't feel as malleable as it had when she was controlling her before.

"Regardless," Celestia finally just smirked, "You did talk out of turn there at the end, so I'm afraid I have a delicious fetus sandwich in my future."

"What? N-no..." Cadence just stared, her arms limp at her sides, "Please... I'll do anything... please don't take this from me, it's all I have left."

"Oh believe me," Celestia stroked her cheeks, "I'll take things away from you that you never even knew you had." She then turned to her new minions, "You five, make me a sandwich."

"Aw but she looks so innocent," said Sour Sweet kindly before her tone turned lethal, "This is gonna be fun."

Well their corruption seemed to be fully in tact at least, though she did invade their poor little minds rather quickly. Sour Sweet and Sugarcoat grabbed Cadence by each of her arms, the pink woman screaming as soon as she was held, trying in vane to kick at the others.

"I'll get the bread," Sunny wasn't quite ready to get messier than she already was. She turned to climb back into the stage, stepping over the dead as she made her way back to her own seat. She ripped her old backpack open, which came apart at the barest touch, and found the remains of her lunch. The bread she found was very much charred toast, but she carried it back all the same.

"Please no not my baby!" Cadence screamed, echoing delightfully in the otherwise silent gym.

"Oh don't worry, I'll impregnate you again," Celestia laughed, "And I promise you'll get to kill the next one yourself." Surely she should have Cadence properly warped by then, right?

Indigo took a bit of a running start and kicked Cadence in the gut as hard as she could. She had a good football kick, cutting off Cadence's screams repeatedly as she bludgeoned her pregnant belly again and again, laughing as she did so. Celestia felt juice drool down her thighs just from the sound of the beautiful screams; there was nothing quite like a mother's wails as her baby was murdered.

Lemon Zest caught on a bit late at what they were doing, and though what she saw made her grin sadistically, she didn't look like she knew where to fit in either. So Celestia grabbed hold of her head, tugging her over and forcing her to her knees. Lemon needed very little encouragement as Celestia pulled her closer, and immediately pushed her mouth against Celestia's drooling snatch, licking deep and bobbing her head to the music blasting her ears, music that send nice little vibrations through Celestia in the process.

Indigo kneed Cadence in the groin a few more times, so hard that Cadence literally vomited from the impacts. Indigo didn't seem to mind the mess, and knelt down in front of Cadence, who was now too weak to resist in any meaningful way. She paused for a moment, seeming to wonder what do do next.

"Use that," Sugarcoat helpfully pointed to a shard of metal with one foot, which had apparently came off the flaming gym seats.

Indigo grabbed hold of it, turning the sharp end upwards and ramming it into Cadence's cunt. The mother's screams reached a new height as her pussy was plundered for its precious treasure, the shard rammed all the way up through her cervix, slicing into the already bruised and bludgeoned life inside her. Indigio dropped the shard as Cadence's body convulsed, trying to expel its contents from the internal trauma.

Cadence clenched up her whole body, trying desperately to keep it in even then. Indigo dropped the shard and rammed her own fist up inside Cadence's reluctant baby factory, literally punching up into her body, forcing herself in as violently as she could, sliding her arm in past her elbow.

"Your abortion is really making me wet," Sugarcoat told Cadence as the mother's voice tapered off, unable to even scream as she lost all hope.

As Indigo withdrew her fist, Cadence convulsed again, vomit dribbling down her breasts and front and blood pouring down her legs. The barely formed fetus was splurted out with a grotesque noise, just in time to fall onto a charred slice of bread as Sunny arrived and held it out for her. Sunny tried to touch the grossness as little as she could, but slapped the other piece of bread on top and offered it to Celestia.

Celestia moaned, though her hands were still occupied by gripping Lemon's head, the rocker going at Celestia's cunt ravenously now, rubbing at her clit and diving her tongue in to feel and taste everything she could reach. She opened her mouth though, and Sunny put the delicious sandwich to her mouth. She opened wide and bit down, crunching through toast before her teeth sank into the soft pliable flesh of the partially formed child. She tore flesh away with a moan of delicious delight, gore drooling down her chin as she began to gnaw hungrily at it.

Cadence was sobbing harder than she ever thought she could, but wasn't allowed to look away. Sour and Sugarcoat turned her towards Celestia, holding each of Cadence's arms with one of theirs as they used their other hand to hold Cadence's eyes open, making sure she got every detail of her dying child. As they did so, they rubbed their bellies against Cadence's hips, rubbing themselves firmly as their cunt honey drooled down their thighs and Cadence's sides. Indigo moved up behind Cadence, large grin on her face as she rubbed her own juicy pussy against her former dean's nice round, gory rump.

Even Sunny held the sandwich in one hand as the other slid down her own belly to finger her snatch, which was already drooling the cum of no less than half a dozen unwilling males. The fetus squirmed even as Celestia gnawed flesh off of it, finally coming to a stop only as Celestia crunched its fragile little skull between her teeth. Celestia didn't stop, not until she had consumed the entire fetus with the happy mother looking on.

"Aw fuck yeah," Indigo moaned, "Eat this stupid bitch's little cunt snack..." None of the new minions understood why something that would have been so grotesque to them hours earlier was making them so sopping wet now.

"Oh you five are going to go far, I can tell," purred Celestia.