Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Moondancer’s first day on the job had been more interesting than she could have ever imagined.

Here she was. Most of the Small Council was not just dead but undead. One of her final members was getting gang-raped by zombies on the other side of the door to her right, while another was pinned down next to her by a crazed mirror-clone screaming “Rape!” repeatedly as she did just that. She only had two left unmolested, one being the druggie slut that she had just borrowed a bowl full of Ecstasy from

But no, that wasn’t enough, because the main throne room door had just been blasted open by an angry undead goddess seeking vengeance and a mob of undead that wanted to rape and chew on them at the same time. Seconds later, as if on cue, a group of people including at least two dragons teleported right in front of the throne, while the changeling queen burst through the door to her left, for some reason brandishing an infant at them all like it was a gun and demanding sneezing powder. Chrysalis must have really been in that cell for too long.

Not just that, but Moondancer wasn’t particularly sure what to do with Molly's little candy pills now that she had them. Sure they kept bitten ponies from turning, but they weren’t about to be bitten, they were about to be ripped into pieces. She could try shoving them into their mouths and hope they swallowed it the next time they gulped down some tasty warm flesh.

Oh well. No one was shouting out any better plans.

Moondancer’s horn glowed brightly as she pulled pills from the bowl and shoved them down every zombie’s throat that she could see, and that had a throat. Nothing seemed to happen, but maybe it was a delayed reaction. Hopefully it wasn’t too delayed.

Mother on the other hand, wasn’t going to take her medicine. The pills were literally incinerated in transit; she couldn’t get them close enough to matter.

“More people, perfect!” Starlight said from behind her.

“How is that perfect?” Moondancer asked, too tired to even turn around.

“More targets!” Starlight grinned evilly.

Starlight rushed towards the newly deposited group in the middle of the room. The couldn’t see them all, but there was a pretty young filly at their feet. Well that would just get in the way while fleeing anyway.

Glass Slipper was alight with Starlight’s magic, and was suddenly propelled towards the zombies on one side of the room. Predictably, Neon Light’s chased after her.

Satisfied that that would keep the zombies sated on that side for now, she bum-rushed the dragons from behind. Pony magic wasn’t worth shit on dragons, but the one looked pretty torn up. She barreled into Ember from behind, sending her tumbling forward towards the zombies on the other side. The combination of her horn jabbing against her broken wings was enough to send Ember sprawling. Conveniently, Fizzle ran after her as well, leaving only one more pony that Starlight didn’t look at long enough to recognize.

“There, dragons and children taken care of,” announced Starlight proudly. "Oh and the zombies, at least until they finish them."

“Why the children?” shrieked Moondancer, “We’re not at war with them!”

“Necessary casualties,” smiled Starlight, “And since Mother is going to go right for happy-fun-rape-clone, that gives us a bit of time to think.”

“Not sure if that will do us much good,” sighed Moondancer.

“It might more than you think,” cut in Chrysalis, still brandishing the baby, but at least not at them, “I know how to open the escape hatch behind the throne. If you’re willing to help fend off any trotters that follow, you can come with us.”

“What in Hades is going on!” shrieked Sunburst. “Why’d you push her out there? The dragons were here to talk terms!”

“You!” Starlight finally recognized him, her expression like an angry cat, complete with her fur standing up a bit..

“Me?” Sunburst thought she looked familiar but was rather confused at why she greeted him as if he’d destroyed her life or something.

“No one!” butted in Moondancer, “If you’re arch-enemies or something you can fight to the death when we’re clear. Royal promise. For now, stupidly enough, our best bet is to go with the changelings.”

Neon thought he was protecting his daughter by bringing her to Canterlot, especially knowing that the goddess, princess, or whatever she was wasn’t going to be present. Instead he found himself immediately in front of a hoard of monsters, Glass Slipper ripped from in front of him and tossed towards them. It seems she’d have been better off if he left her in prison to get raped by crystal guards.

He didn’t have time to appreciate the irony, and instead his own horn glowed as he tried to pull her back. He was tired from the long-distance teleport though, and whoever was fighting him was quite powerful on top of that.

He had no choice to rush after her, hoping he could grab her and that the extra force would allow him to get away in time. It almost did, but she was held just long enough to be too late. He felt teeth digging into one of his hind hooves, and more hooves grabbing for his other hind leg. He gave her a shove, but much to his frustration, the little on just turned around and tried to pull at his front leg to help him.

“No sweetie, I’m lost you have to run!” Neon yelled.

“I’ll save you!” the little filly shouted in her childish naivety, ensuring that his sacrifice to save her was completely worthless.

There was no time to argue. He watched as bloody hooves scooped up his little one. He reached after her even as the zombie changeling rubbed his cold throbbing cock against Neon’s little girl, drooling blood onto her face in undead anticipation of the pleasure that only a hole as deliciously underage as hers could provide.

“Daddy!” Glass shrieked as she felt the cold blunt shaft pushed against her tiny little slit, not even understanding what he was trying to do.

“Glass!” Neon shouted, but it was no use.

He felt himself tugged down to the ground as cold dead forms surrounded him. A female changeling pinned him on his back on the floor, growling as she pulled herself atop him and grinding her cunt against his shaft, even as a strand of her intestines hung out her pussy and ass from how brutally she was raped to death. She was a bit warmer, maybe room temperature, not that that did any good.

Maybe it was the magical energy following them, or just this evil place, but Neon began to get hard whether he wanted to or not. He nearly hurled as he felt the dead pussy grasp him as her cold guts smacked against his belly. She growled and began to bounce atop him, insides throbbing with wicked magic as he continued, and she leaned down to very suddenly rip a chunk of flesh from one side of his face, chewing it and swallowing it down as she continued.

A dead royal guard grasped hold of his head, and Neon looked up to see that this one barely even had a head left, most of it missing, appearing to see through one eye that dangled from what was left. He couldn’t groan, but his still attached tongue undulated grotesquely all the same. His shaft was pushed into Neon’s muzzle. Neon didn’t even bother to resist. He had failed his daughter, and now he was just waiting to die for his failure.

Neon’s throat swelled as the guard began ramming his throat, but there was still one more zombie in the group, which slid up behind the changeling riding his cock, grasping at Neon’s ass and pulling him upwards with one front leg, since he only had one, and managed to get his own throbbing shaft aligned with Neon’s remaining rape hole.

He tightened up as his asshole was invaded, feeling like he was being fucked by a cold iron bar. The guard crammed himself balls deep, even if he didn’t have any balls left, and humped enthusiastically, all the while holding one of Neon’s hind legs and tearing flesh from it.

“Daddy!” Glass shrieked again as she was monopolized by a single pedo-zombie. Neon didn’t want to see that, but his head was pushed at such an angle that he was staring right at it, and couldn’t seem to close his eyes to block out his daughter’s grisly demise.

The zombie roared as his cock finally punctured through, and shoved as hard as he could, not regard for the life of the one he was inside. Her belly bloated, legs kicking frantically and at odd angles once her pelvis snapped loudly. He pummeled right up into her, such heavy thrusts that he took her virginity and broke her cervix in a single shove. Of course that wasn’t enough, so he grasped her harder and rammed his hips upwards while shoving her downward with his forelegs, using the child like a masturbation toy.

Her screams were cut off as he shoved deeper, tip impacting her little lungs, organs tear as her body bloated more, all the way up to her neck. Somehow, she managed to get one more shriek out before gagging loudly, the dead cock exiting her muzzle, a fresh layer of warm blood and gore dangling from it even as her body spasmed violently on his cock.

As he continued to stroke himself off with the child-corpse, the changeling riding Neon’s cock leaned over and ripped a shred of flesh off her side, eating her even as her body was used. The male changeling squealed as a fountain of blood shot from his tip, the gush of torment the only bliss he could have, and not seeming to mind.

The stallion pulled the child’s body off his cock like a used condom, letting it slap to the floor. A few seconds later, her eyes opened back up, and she began to drag herself closer to her father with hunger in her dead eyes.

Neon wished they’d kill him faster, as long as he wouldn’t be conscious as one of them at least. As the one rammed his face, they ripped off one of his hind legs, eating it like a chicken leg as they continued to ram his throat. The one fucking his ass didn’t rip his legs off, he just ripped all the flesh off of them with his teeth, leaving nothing but skeleton with teeth marks behind.

The female riding his cock picked up Glass’s little zombie form and began to eat the flesh off of her like corn on the cob, even as the foal-zombie continued to reach for Neon in hopes of getting a bite. The one that had murdered her meanwhile cracked off his only remaining leg, lying on his back, rump tilted upwards, and ramming the leg into his own ass, groaning as he did.

As he felt his consciousness fading, he felt a flood of grotesque fluid spread over his gut and spray across the room, the female riding him going off hard. The males were far behind, the one at his ass ramming his cock harder still to pack in the demonic cum, and continuing to fuck him even after he was done. The one at his throat did the same, filling his belly until it swelled, but not ceasing to ram his rod.

Neon faded, but his corpse was still theirs to play with until it got too cold for them to be interested.

No sooner was she teleported to the palace that Ember was faced with the same demonic sight as her comrades. For a moment she just stared at Mother open-mawed, unable to fathom what sort of evil the ponies had conjured up.

But just as she was preparing to defend herself best she could, she felt a form ram into her from behind. The head slammed against her shattered wings, jabbing her in the back with the horn on top of that, and Ember found herself tumbling forward, face-down. She tried to summon up her strength, but she was so drained, all she could do was struggle to get up.

She heaved a deep breath of air in, and blasted them with a jet of flame, spreading over the floor in front of her, and expecting it to easily take out the weak demon-ponies that were now rushing her. But all that did was make it so that there were now flaming demon-ponies rushing her.

The group was composed of a group of soldiers, all stallions as most of Celestia’s harem was, but she couldn’t rightly tell what type of soldiers since they were all on fire now. One of them grabbed for her wing, and she barely wrenched herself away before he was able to yank what remained of it off her. She lost her footing as they crowded around her though and landed on her back, wings folded, so it sent jolts of pain through every broken bone.

The flames didn’t harm her at all, but they sure made it hard to see when the creatures were right up in her face. A flaming stallion pinned her down, stomping on her throat and chest to knock the wind out of her, then growling as he forced apart her legs, a not-so-ice-cold, on-fire fuck stick flopped out against her belly.

“Why does everything come back to rape with you ponies!” Ember shrieked.

The stallion answered with a growl as his tip invaded her already freshly-raped dragon cunt, pushing his way into her depths, slickened with her cunt honey and Garble’s sperm as his belly smacked against her own, the fluids quickly sizzling off of her belly from the heat of the flame.

Fizzle did his best to rescue his dragon lord, but his attempt was rather doomed to failure as he was at most things. Even as he reached for her, he was clocked over the head with something metal, and turned dizzily to find that one of the zombies still had the presence of mind to use a sword, howbeit holding it from the wrong end.

A second one tackled him from behind, and together the two pushed him to the floor. He shrieked like a mare as he felt one pull his tail upwards and push a cock against his asshole that was every bit as flaming as Fizzle was. The stallion on the other side slammed Fizzles head against the ground, stomping on it until Fizzle thought it’d knock him out, then finally picking up his muzzle.

Ember felt another pony push her muzzle open and push his cock within there, plunging right down her throat, swelling her neck as he immediately worked into a rhythm to violently fuck the gagging dragon. Unlike a pony, however, this victim didn’t have dull teeth, and she sank her fangs into the thrusting cock to bring it to a halt.

Unfortunately she stopped it at a point when it was fully in her throat, so she was still gagging, but was able to twist her head and tear the throbbing member right off the front of the zombie. Disturbingly, it continued to throb inside her throat, and when she opened her mouth to spit it out, it seemed to have different ideas, literally trying to worm its way down her esophagus.

She reached to pull it out with her claws, but the zombie who she had castrated, now deprived of his rape stick, seemed content in just eating her. He grasped one arm in his forelegs and bit down on it hard, gnawing at the metal flesh, leaving teeth marks across her skin. He had a hell of a bite for a pony.

Her other hand reached to pull the dick out of her mouth, but it had already made it too deep. She gagged, trying to choke it up, but the undead cock resisted, constantly trying to ram itself further into her throat. Against all logic and reason, it exploded a flood of sticky puss and blood from its tip as if orgasming, bloating up her belly with its load.

All the time, her royal pussy was getting pounded by the other one pinning her, though he didn’t seem content with just the one hole. He would fuck her pussy for a bit, then yank free and ram it up her ass, without any lube nonetheless, as it had boiled off her scales and his charred flesh. He forced it into her behind, fucking her every bit as violently, before switching it up again, back and forth. Thanks to the heat, even her pussy ended up as dry as an unfucked asshole, flesh chaffing with each stroke.

The one fucking her bottom end grabbed hold of one of her legs, biting down on it hard, dragging his teeth across it in an attempt to gnaw through the hard flesh. All it could do for now was bruise her flesh, but it seemed to have some sort of magic at work, non-pony magic, that was lending it strength, and soon she felt her flesh on both her arm and leg cracking apart, allowing them to rip off flesh and finally taste the delicious dragon meat.

She tried to push away the one at her head with her good hand, but he replied by biting down on her hand, gripping hard and twisting his head, he actually managed to break two of her fingers, which swelled up as the bone hanged loose.

She looked at her one leg as her other attempted without success to kick him away, looking as he tore a strip of muscle from her leg, blood pouring down onto her belly even as he fucked her. Finally he creamed his load, ramming it deep into her pussy, swelling her up before yanking free and ramming it up into her ass, blasting the second half of the load into that. He then continued boning her ass even as he tore into her leg hungrily, tearing off meat faster than he could even swallow it, much of it raining down about her well-raped pussy.

All she could think of now is how she was about to be murdered by ponies... as she was raped by them... she was going to be eaten by ponies! That was insane to even think about! Her corpse was going to be a play-thing for their sex and hunger. Surely she couldn't die in such a humiliating way.

Oh gods, and it would leave Garble in charge. If he was the only one to return... he’d be in charge instead of banished.

The zombies were particularly ravenous, having tasted delicious dragon meat now and wanting more, but still she kicked and shrieked in another attempt to push them away, but she was just getting too weak. Now loosing blood as chunks of meat were eaten from one leg, and one of her hands being crushed by the other, there was no way she could struggle away. Her tail was pinned as the one at her tail end sat on it.

Fizzle felt the one zombie ramming his ass as hard as he could, which didn’t actually feel that bad, except that he was also gnawing at Fizzle’s tail and pretty determined to get through. The one at his head shoved right down into his throat, swelling up his neck, even if he didn’t have any gag reflex for it.

He did try to resist just as Ember had, biting down, but this only resulted in the pony growling, prying his maw open, and pulling back out. It then took Fizzles lower jaw in his teeth, and with strength that no pony should have twisted back and forth, not stopping until Fizzle’s jaw popped out of its socket.

He wasn’t sure if the zombie was getting revenge or if this just floated his boat, but this time the stallion crawled under Fizzle, and before Fizzle realized exactly what he was doing, was gnawing on one of Fizzle’s shafts. All the while, the zombie’s legs wrapped about Fizzle’s head and rammed his cock down Fizzle’s throat, Fizzle unable to close his maw now.

He tried to pull away, to whip them with his tail that was being gnawed on, scales finally torn away as well. Fizzle began to cry as he felt the stallion creaming the undead load, a load that certainly didn’t feel like what he was used to, seeming to sting his insides as if to make sure that the victim couldn’t enjoy the release. All the while the one below him gnawed on one of his now-limp shafts, finally managing to pull it free, chewing it even as he started chewing on the second.

Fizzle tried to scream for help, though the problem with his muzzle was a bit in the way of that, especially when the zombie began to cream a load down his throat as well, Fizzle’s belly swelling as it was used to, wicked puss mixtures burning at his insides.

And besides, the only one that would have come to his aid was next to him, he realized, also pinned, being raped and eaten just as he was. Was this really the way his life would end? One more failure in a long list of failures?

Well, he had nothing to lose by trying to turn that around, he supposed. Using all his remaining strength, he twisted his whole body so that the cocks on either ends were free with a slurp. They still had a hold of him, and he knew that he couldn’t get away, but what he could do was grab hold of the one at Ember’s head, wrapping his arms around its neck and holding it for all he was worth.

It took Ember a few moments to realize that one was missing, but she took the chance she was given. Arms gnawed on as they were, she wrapped her front limbs around the zombie’s neck at her bottom, twisting it hard. As luck would have it, the head must have already been jarred loose by some other injury, because the neck cracked and head rolled across the floor.

Gasping for air, the undead cock still fishing its way through her stomach, she ran forward, forcing her legs to move despite one of the gushing blood. She glanced back, watching as the one searched in vain for his head, and the other three all converged on Fizzle. She gritted her teeth, but knew she had to leave him.

“Thank you,” Ember said as she turned to stagger off, “And sorry.”

Fizzle sighed as the zombie that had been raping Ember grasped him from the front, having found him rather than its head and being okay with that. The one that had already been raping him came up from behind. Sitting on their haunches and pinning him between, they both forced their way into his asshole at once, sliding in together and bulging out his gut. If that wasn’t enough, the third came up as well, scooting closer, and managing to pry his cock into the overstretched hole as well.

Three cocks at once wasn’t above Fizzle’s limit, given that drakes had two each and he’d sometimes been had by two of them at once. Still, the fact that the zombie sperm was still sending stabbing pains up through his body made it feel like complete torment. Fizzle wasn't used to sex hurting quite so much.

Fizzle saw the last zombie, the one whose cock was currently making its way through Ember’s digestive track, prop up like he was going to join but instead just going for his head. The others followed suit, and soon they were all trying to gnaw their way through his scales. He groaned one last time, and looked up to expose the softest part of his neck to them. May as well get this over with.

He felt teeth against his neck even as it was swelled with zombie cock, sending more stabs of pain through his body. At first it wasn't really much compared to the other torment he already had, until they finally managed to rip open the scales there. On raw flesh, their teeth seemed to burn the wound more than it should, but he forced himself to keep it exposed. Finally they ripped out his throat, cutting off his air, and he smiled a bit as he gagged up more blood.

Well at least his death as somewhat appropriate for a fagon like him.

Moondancer felt bad for leaving innocents with monsters, sick to her stomach just as she did every time she made another horrible decree, but it had to be done.

“Okay, open it,” Moondancer nodded to Chrysalis. She was too scared to look back at what Mother was doing, but it was awfully loud and involved the crushing of bones.

Chrysalis shook her head as if to clear it, but something was wrong. Mother’s rage was sending out shockwaves that were disrupting her hive link every pulse, and she couldn’t hear anyone the hive, or anyone to tell her which brick it was or the password. She hadn’t remembered herself. She figured someone else in the hive would do that, but now this was a problem.

“Trying to remember,” Chrysalis sighed as she traced her hoof against the wall. “Doomie? Do you remember what Thorax thought?”

“I... sorry,” Doomie was shaking with terror, “I-I figured someone else would remember it!”

“Just press them until you find it!” pipped up Molly.

“No!” Moondancer said, “She’ll have set traps on the bricks around it, we can’t risk pushing the wrong one!”

“The magic Mother is using is probably interfering with their hive communication,” Sunburst piped up, “Maybe we just have to wait until she stops?”

Chrysalis closed her mouth, having been about to say the same thing, and staring at Sunburst.

“I don’t know if she’s going to stop that before this city blows sky high,” pointed out Starlight.

“This city does what?!” Chrysalis blurted out.