Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Thorax almost tripped over himself as he entered the room, currently in the form of a royal guard, then gave a sigh of relief when he found that the machine made to teleport Chrysalis had in fact been left unguarded in the present situation. The machine looked pretty simple, thankfully, a large red button pretty prominent on the console. He rushed over and slammed a hoof down on it.

Nothing happened.

“What’s taking so long?” Chrysalis mind boomed into his own.

“I could have sworn... I mean I’ve never actually used it!” Thorax made the best excuse he could.

“You said you knew how it worked,” Chrysalis growled.

“Well I saw it and it had the button so I just figured...” Thorax panicked.

“No, the big button is a decoy,” explained Chrysalis, rolling her eyes so hard that the rest of the hive could practically feel it, “If Celestia were here, that would have informed her that someone unauthorized was trying to access it. You’re lucky she isn’t and everyone else is panicking. Push the button beneath the console.”

“Ah,” Thorax blinked, then looked beneath the console instead, where there were several other buttons.

“The pink one,” Chrysalis answered as soon as the question entered Thorax’s mind.

“Right!” Thorax pushed the pink button, and with a flash of light, Chrysalis was in the room with him, Doomie alongside her.

Doomie was, in fact, reasonably whole by this point. Reasonably whole meaning that he had almost all of his limbs fully back, and could manage to shift in the rest so he could walk.

“Wait I know you,” Chrysalis groaned as soon as she was in the same room, “You’re that whiny bitch that got emo after the Canterlot attack and ran off.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s me,” Thorax chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head with one hoof. “Genocide has a way of bringing us all back together I guess.”

Well she shouldn’t kill him with their population dwindling, but she figured she could at least throw him against a wall or something. She liked slinging people around like that. However when she attempted, her horn fizzled out, much the same as it would have within the chamber.

“Damnit,” Chrysalis groaned, “I’ve been in there too long, it might take me some time to get my magic back.” And on top of that she was too weak to whip him about physically, so it’d have to wait. How sad.

As Thorax breathed a sigh of relief though, Chrysalis glared at him. “Don’t think you got out of it,” she growled, “Soon as we’re free you are so thrown. Now lead us out.”

“Of course um, your Majesty,” Thorax nodded before turning to lead them. “I can lead us to the throne room, which should be clear of anyone aside from some weird mirror clone of Celestia. It doesn’t have magic so shouldn’t be too much of a problem. There’s a secret passage behind the throne that will lead us out. I mind-fucked guards until I found one that knew how to open it so... Also a group of the main force should be getting there first to make sure.”

“How do you open it?” asked Chrysalis.

“When we get there,” said Thorax as he hurried up a flight of stairs, the others still following.

“When we get there you may be dead,” Chrysalis snapped sharply, “So how do you do it? Tell everyone.”

“Oh uh,” Thorax nodded, “Directly behind the throne, right two bricks and up seven. If you press it, it turns around on a keyboard thing. Password is ‘foal rape forever’. All lower case with spaces. It should be fine though, I don’t think we’ll have any trouble.”

And then came the reports of what the Mother was up to. At first it seemed like a good thing: the Mother was up and shambling towards the palace, certain to be a nice distraction. Unfortunately, it turned out to be too good of a distraction as reports of other dead ponies started coming in through the hive’s network. Every corpse in the city, whether freshly dead or centuries old, were all at least trying to go on murder-rape sprees.

“Damnit,” Chrysalis grunted, limbs throbbing from disuse as she continued, “Try taking zombie pony forms and see if that fools them.”

“It doesn’t,” one of the minions responded, “Oviduct already tried and got dragged off. I think we lost the unit that was headed to the throne room too, though I don't think the zombies have actually gotten into the throne room either.”

“What about the unit that was going to snatch the foals?” Chrysalis sighed.

“Got em,” said Steve through the link, “Can’t leave a replacement for obvious reasons but... got em!”

“Don’t stop to do anything fun with them, just get them out,” Chrysalis sighed. “All other units retreat and regroup as well. If the throne room hasn’t been compromised we should be okay, we’re pretty close right?”

“Really close!” Thorax nodded.

And then as if on cue, Chrysalis felt her legs give out, a surge of pain shaking her body as her lower portions seemed to convulse. Surely not... not now...

But yes, now. Chrysalis felt water pour down her thighs and her fetus seemed to practically punch her in the gut as if already trying to escape. It felt even worse than that, like she had just been blasted by an energy beam from the inside.

“Damnit, the healing shield must have hurried up the pregnancy more than I thought,” Chrysalis growled after more or less face planting, “And getting pulled out of it seems to have triggered the labor.”

“So just shift your cunt wide open and spit it out!” Thorax looked back.

“I can’t!” Chrysalis snarled, “I can’t use my powers yet, oh these were just the perfect set of side effects weren’t they. Damnit how to ponies stand pushing out foals without being able to shift... I guess I’m about to find out.”

“Right, roll over onto your back, I’ll fuck it out of you,” Thorax ran back, then started rolling Chrysalis onto her back without waiting for a ‘yes’, verbally or mentally.

“You just wanna make sure you get to fuck your mom!” Chrysalis growled, though to be fair, all changelings wanted to fuck their mother.

Well he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t since they could all see his reasoning, but, “Well it’s either jar it out with a hoof or a dick; may as well use the method that feels better!”

"Feels better to you," Chrysalis snarled.

"Well either way'll feel the same to you, so why not?" countered Thorax.

“Just carry me!” Chrysalis screamed.

“Sorry, but you can see that the hive already voted on it and this is what we’re doing,” shrugged Thorax, his expression rather helpless but his cock already escaping his sheath and throbbing against the queen’s slit as it vomited another gush of fluid. “Besides it’s not like the zombies know where they’re going. They aren’t going to intentionally converge on the throne room or anything.”

“Oh, we’re a democracy now, are we?” Chrysalis smacked her head against the floor several times in frustration. “Whose idea was that anyway—oh it was yours. Should have known.”

“Um, anything I should be doing?” Doomie asked rather awkwardly as he watched.

“Fuck her up the ass, it’ll help jar things too,” Thorax suggested.

“Stop making suggestions!” Chrysalis screamed, though this time she managed to have the presence of mind to only scream in their heads.

“Oh um sure,” Doomie bit his lip and slid up on one side, “Um, sorry Mom... I mean Queen.”

Chrysalis growled again, but there wasn’t much point in arguing. She would get this stupid thing out as quickly as possible and then continue on. They were going to have to have a long discussion about this instant-hive-vote thing later though. She rolled over onto one side, raising one hind leg and flopping her tail out of the way even as another contraction rocked her.

At the very least there was the small blessing that she was so used to torture now that being in labor didn’t really register as anything near agonizing. It was still annoying though that even her rescue party ended up gang-raping her. Getting out at all was pretty good luck; it just seemed that she had the worst good luck of anyone.

Thorax practically purred as he pushed his shaft tip against her distended pussy, pushing into her warmth and shivering as it surrounded his shaft. He stroked her body up and down, licking her chest, though didn’t dare try to stretch up to offer a kiss. The fact that this was actually rape made it even better. He was getting to rape a hive queen, to cram his cock into the same hole that had spit out his own egg, without fear of any lethal consequences.

Doomie stroked his own sheath against her posterior, hardening quickly as well. He made no effort to lubricate, since that might keep it from jarring so well, and just crammed his tip against her ass until it gave. He groaned himself at the feeling of an unwilling ass clenching his cock. Chrysalis grunted at the second penetration, but would forgive him fairly easily since he had ‘voted’ to just carry her, and even assured him that he'd still get to knock her up first once her womb wasn't in use.

Chrysalis’s body spasmed again even as Thorax rammed his cock tip against her slowly opening cervix to force it open a great deal faster. He squealed like a girl when he finally felt himself punch through, another tight ring clenching his cock as more fluid rushed out.

Chrysalis, still quite flexible even with the temporary magic loss, turned her head around and leaned back to give Doomie a deep kiss as he continued to pound her ass with more jarring movements, hammering his hips as fast and hard as he could.

“Stop masturbating to me getting raped,” Chrysalis broadcast to the hive as she could feel a number of them doing so. Luckily none of them demanded a vote on if they had to follow that order.

They had decided they wouldn’t kill the little one in the process if they didn’t have to. Unfortunately, because eating a newborn would have really helped her get some frustration out. But since Chrysalis had been knocked up by an alicorn, howbeit a dead one, and changelings always gave birth to whatever impregnated them, she was almost certain to bear an alicorn infant, and having yet another alicorn raised with their ideals wouldn’t be a bad thing to have later on.

Thorax might very well have pummeled the thing’s head in his excitement, but luckily the thrill of it all set him off quickly, a blast of cum spraying directly into her womb, coating her infant in a coat of white as it was pushed further. Doomie didn’t last too much longer, blowing his own load into her ass, even if there was nothing to lubricate there, and continued to pound it into her to jar her looser, haunches ramming into her with rabbit-like swiftness.

The little one squeezed out with a rather grotesque noise that sounded like Chrysalis had shit herself, plopping out into a puddle of sperm and fetus-juice that had gathered on the floor.

“Wow, the maids are really gonna wonder how all this goo got here,” Thorax chuckled awkwardly again, now down from his fuck high and thinking more about what Chrysalis would do to him later on.

“Isn’t it supposed to be crying?” panted Doomie.

Thorax picked up the writhing little one, a pink alicorn with stupidly large wings given her newborn status and large blue eyes, with a mane streaked of pink and blue as well from what they could see through the cum coating. Thorax didn’t know how to treat pony foals, so just shook her as hard as he could. It worked well enough, and the little one took her first breath to wail at the top of her lungs.

And at the top of her lungs was quite a bit. The force of it sent Thorax flopping onto his back, still holding her at least, and literally shook the walls, leaving all three of their ears ringing in the process.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Thorax said loudly once she was done, not quite able to hear himself due to his protesting ears.

Chrysalis grabbed her away from Thorax and pushed her against her breasts, which quietened her well enough as she slurped at the first nipple she found. She ended up swallowing a good deal of Thorax’s sperm since it was coating a large portion of Chrysalis’ lower body, but at least she was quiet.

“Oh NOW it worked, “Chrysalis sighed as her horn finally flickered, allowing her to hold the foal with her magic. “Off we go.”

They staggered down the last hallways, lined with doors though none leading to anything so direct as their current course.

“Just around this corner!” Thorax grinned as he pulled ahead, darting around the corner with blind abandon... and literally colliding with the pack of zombies that were also trying to claw their way into the throne room.

Thorax shrieked like a filly once again, turning himself about to run back around the corner, but was quickly grabbed by a very pink zombie with an extremely creepy smile painted across her face. Pinkie’s hooves had been shattered, and she seemed to use them as claws to grab hold of his behind, tearing into flesh as she dragged him back towards the door.

A pony he recognized as Shining Armor pushed Pinkie off of Thorax's back, immediately mounting even as he bit down on the back of the delicious changeling's neck. In seconds he felt somehow-throbbing zombie-cock pressing against his rear entry and forcing its way in. The stallion pushed in easily as if it had freak strength, and was immediately plowing Thorax’s asshole full blast. Even as he shrieked from the pain shooting up through his posterior, the pink one grabbed hold of one of his forelegs, taking it in her front hooves and biting down on it like it were a sandwich, gnawing up the length, tearing chunks of flesh out at random.

Night Light snarled, trying to push Shining off, and when he was unable to, moved around to his throat instead. No sooner had Thorax opened his maw to scream, it was stuffed full of ice cold undead fuck spire. He brutally raped Thorax’s throat no more gently than Shining was his ass. He was buggered from both ends by two zombies as they made out, zombie style, which means ripping chunks out of each other’s face.

By the time Chrysalis and Doomie rounded the corner, the zombies were already in a frenzy around their new victim. Thorax reached out a hoof as if to plea for assistance, but Twilight Velvet moved up beside him, biting down on that leg and twisting it violently until it was wrenched free of his body. She then growled as she sat down on it, broken end first, and began to violently fuck herself with it.

“Sorry,” Chrysalis’ eyes were wide, yet somehow felt just a tiny bit of joy in saying, “Vote says we’re not gonna try saving you.”

“Sorry pal,” Doomie added with actual regret, “But doing you is what is keeping them from doing us.” He then blushed a bit when he saw Pinkie-zombie. Somehow the fact that he’d fucked her a few times when she was alive made it super weird to see her in her currently undead state. What a waste of a good slut.

As tempted as it was to sit back and masturbate to Thorax’s fate, Chrysalis knew they’d come after her and Doomie next, and that she still needed to get out that door. Inside the throne room might be the only place still safe from the zombie plague.

She tried to concentrate on forming a plan, even though Thorax’s delicious sobbing was quite a distraction. Velvet was now tearing a hole in his belly, on her back letting his warm organs fall out onto her open maw as she continued to fuck herself with his severed leg.

“Go around them?” considered Chrysalis, “No they’d never let us get that close... I don’t have enough power yet to blast them either.”

“Ah...”

“We could lead them back and around,” suggested Doomie, “If there’s a place we could loop back to here?”

“Ah...”

“I don’t see one on the layout,” sighed Chrysalis.

“Ah CHOO!”

So distracted was she by trying to think of something to do, Chrysalis didn’t notice that her newborn had ceased nursing and was now sneezing. Normally that would have only resulted in a cute little noise that she’d ignore, but this one...

Well suffice to say it was a good thing she was pointed at the zombies. The foal literally vomited a wave of energy as she sneezed, blasting into Nightlight’s back and literally drilling right through him, sending his head and forelegs flying outward while his hind legs collapsed on the floor. Thorax had his torment mercifully ended as it literally shattered his head, blasting his body apart, literally emptying out his rib cage as it tunneled through him. Velvet and Pinkie, who were both gnawing on his dripping guts, had their skulls literally shattered, and Shining met much the same fate as Nightlight.

So did the door. It literally flew off the hinges and clamored into the throne room. Chrysalis and Doomie didn’t question it, though Chrysalis made a note not to point the little one at anything or anyone that she didn’t want destroyed. They stepped through the mist of guts and wood, what was left of the zombie group clawing helplessly at their hooves as they passed, but no longer in any shape to continue their fun.

What she saw though was... less than ideal. The main doors of the throne room had been blasted off their hinges as well, and a very angry Mother was stepping through them with a mixture of undead palace guards and changelings quickly following behind her. It seemed the zombies were in fact going right for the throne room. What luck. There were other shapes in the mist, though it was still clearing.

“I don’t suppose anyone has any sneezing powder?” Chrysalis asked to whoever else was in the room as the smoke cleared.