Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Sunset had expected them all to be blasted with some kind of super weapon shortly upon their return to Equestria, and would have probably squealed in joy even as she got melted along with Celestia. The alarm sounding from Ponyville gave her a bit of hope, until they got close enough to hear a recording of Moondancer’s voice blaring over loud speakers, telling everyone, “The Goddess has returned! Rejoice!”

This had to be a trick. Surely it had to be. It better be. She had delayed Celestia with the express purpose of giving them time to prepare... and this is what they came back to. Sunset would have clenched her fists in rage if she still had them.

Regardless, the ponies fleeing into their homes or shelters didn’t appear to be rejoicing, and though there was an honor guard forming at the town hall, they were quite obviously all terrified. Granted, that’s what one would have expected regardless of how loyal or unloyal they were.

Celestia landed upon the ground near the town hall, letting her three minions behind her drop behind her releasing them several meters off the ground just to be contrary. Twilight giggled and dove head first into the ground with a sickening crack, then giggled as she staggered up again. All her parts were in the right place now, even if Celestia's repair of her was a bit brutal.

Maud landed more gracefully, despite being unused to the new body, barely staggering at all as she padded down on all four legs then calmly looked around. Cadence tried her best to use her fancy wings when falling, but just ended up doing barrel rolls all the way down before smacking her head hard against pavement and going limp like she already knocked herself out.

Sunset, for her part, just went limp and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, laying on her side, teeth clenched in anger. She waited... surely this was a trick to catch Celestia off guard... any second now they would attack with a huge beam weapon, or she’d fall into a pit, or a red spy would come up behind her and slit her throat. Any second now... annnnny second now...

“Gods-fucking-damnit!” Sunset screamed outright.

This was it. The alarms had sounded and Celestia would be here shortly. It was time to see if a year’s preparation would be enough. The bad news was, Celestia would be plenty annoyed and would almost certainly kill a large portion of the council. The good news was... well no one that Celestia might kill were really necessary for the plan to work, not even Moondancer. Moondancer had kept a strict 'need-to-know' going on, which meant not even she herself knew what the plan was. She just needed to somehow convince Celestia of their complacency.

And in a way, Moondancer was glad that Celestia had returned. Moondancer had ruled in such a way that would make Celestia proud in order to make sure she appeared as a loyal subject when Celestia returned; it’d have been a shame if she had been a tyrant for a year with no reason.

Or maybe not, since as much as she tried not to, Moondancer had begun to enjoy it, to the point that just the sound of screaming made her thighs dripping wet. She had promised her fellow conspirators that things would change once Celestia was defeated, but now she was glad she didn’t promise how much they’d change, because she no longer wanted it to change very much. She knew that this wasn’t her, that she was sick like everypony else, but it was just so much fun.

Moondancer flashed into the council chambers seconds after the alarm sounded, rushing to the table in the center and placing a hoof upon it. The table top flashed, a holographic map of Equestria forming above it. Various cutie marks or other symbols hovered over the map to display the positions of important officials, or at least the ones that were still officially alive. Moondancer had to hope that Celestia wouldn’t analyze the table too closely and realize that certain energy signatures had been specifically notched out. She had gone through a lot of trouble to make this and every other defense more complicated than necessary to reduce the chances of successful analysis. Even at her best, Celestia wouldn't find the faults for a few months.

For now though there was one very bright and glowing set blinking over Ponyville: Celestia’s and Twilight’s... as well as three others she didn’t recognize, heading north from Canterlot, symbolized by odd heads that seemed a cross between a dragon and a sea horse. She assumed they came through with Celestia, and the table wouldn’t have auto-detected them if they weren’t something unique and powerful. Those symbols were familiar... where had she seen those...

There was no time to think about that now though. She also saw the official council members spread all across the land, but each could either teleport here or had a mage or device assigned to them to get them here. Surely they would all show up; there wasn’t exactly anywhere to run with their locations constantly beamed into this room.

Ember flashed into existence just behind her, looking at a bracelet around her wrist to make sure everything was functioning with it. Ember had already made clear that she wouldn’t be in the same room with Celestia without a manner of rapid escape. At any moment, Ember could use her wrist device to either teleport back home or order her military to resume their previous conflict against Equestria. Chrysalis would assume Ember dead if she wasn't back within six hours, but Ember doubted that would be a problem.

“Mistress of War,” Moondancer greeted, trying to sound official, but she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, visibly shaking.

“Cut the crap ‘Empress’, where is she?” Ember looked down onto the map, “Ponyville... she’ll be on her way here as soon as they tell her that Manehattan is the new capital. Or instantly here if she teleports... what the fuck are those almost-dragon things?”

“Celestia won’t be able to teleport directly here,” a newly arrived voice behind them said, “Long distance teleports only work if you’re familiar with the target and its physical relation to you. This palace wasn’t built last she was here.” It was Gloriosa Daisy, their new Mistress of Magic.

“She can still teleport into the city itself,” grumbled Ember, seeming happy to ignore the strange symbols on the map since they weren’t headed in their direction, “So either way we have minutes. If it were up to me, instead of waiting and-“

Moondancer cleared her throat, motioning her head towards Gloriosa, and Ember was instantly silent. Gloriosa, not privy to their plan, arched an eyebrow for a moment before walking to her seat. Of course everyone on the council suspected there was a plan, but damned if any of them could figure out how rolling out the red carpet for Celestia upon her return was going to make anything possible.

The others arrived one at a time in quick succession. Limestone Pie, the Mistress of Coin, appeared next, courtesy of a unicorn that had been assigned to her. The unicorn fled the room quickly, not wanting to endanger herself and figuring she could check back later to see if Limestone survived. Limestone just gave those present her trademark glare and walked quietly to her seat. Of all of them, she might have been looking forward to meeting Celestia the least.

Fleetfoot, their Mistress of Air Defense, arrived next, and her attending unicorn did the same as Limestone’s had. It looked like Fleetfoot either taken the time to quickly change or already had her Wonderbolts officer uniform on, because she was looking quite official. She took a deep breath and sat, then could be seen moving her lips as if quietly practicing what she would say to Celestia, as well as eyeing Ember a bit competitively.

Photo Finish, the Mistress of Whispers due to her ability to get a picture of virtually anything, was the first that actually seemed pleased to be there. Not only that, but she was teleported there with a small crew, who immediately began setting up cameras about the council chambers as if expecting a show. Most in the council knew her entourage, which today consisted of Powder Rouge, Roxie Rave, and Soigne Folio. No one had ever heard them speak. The way they instantly did anything Photo said, Moondancer wondered sometimes if they were even properly alive.

“Oh look, we’re going to be snuff models,” growled Limestone. “Don’t you usually only bring two creepy assistants?”

“Ah yes!” said Photo, setting a video camera to lock on and follow each person in the room, including herself and her assistants, “But the Goddess will be especially ravenous, so I brought a spare in case she wanted to devour one!” She seemed giddy about it, like she wanted to see that happen. “If she lets me choose, I know just whose demise would sell the best.”

The video cameras were something she’d developed for her spy network, but that worked very well for porn production as well. They would float after their targets to automatically get the best shots of them, and the stealth fields they used for spying also worked well for staying out of each other’s shots. Photo didn’t even have to pick up a camera anymore, even though she usually did anyway.

“Extra targets, that’s a good idea,” Fleetfoot said, tapping her fore hooves together nervously, “Damnit, I should have brought some of the hotter cadets.”

The council door flew open, making most everyone jump, and a giggling blur flew in, did a flying loop over the council table map, and landed in her seat. “Hi everyonepony!” Gabby waved both claws, “Oh Photofun is setting up cameras? Are we gonna be porn stars?”

“Ah yus, there you are,” Photo nodded, “The winner of the ‘most snuffable council member’ poll done by Cosmare magazine.” She sighed in relief, “It would have been a disaster if you didn’t make it! Make sure to smile for the camera!”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” said Gabby, Photo's meaning zooming spectacularly over her head. “You’ll get all my best smiles!”

“I so hope you die first,” growled Limestone, head on the table and front hooves drooped at her sides as she waited.

The last to arrive was the oddly named Mayor Mare, who no doubt arrived late because she lived in Ponyville. This also meant that all eyes were upon her as soon as she arrived.

“Everyone, Calm the fuck down!” Moondancer said, looking the least calm of all of them as her eyes darted about, face twitching, “We’ve been over this drill a hundred times... I know not all of you are privy to everything that’s happening, and I know some of you have ... past issues with the goddess, but PLEASE trust me.” She turned to Mayor, “What’s the word from Ponyville? Please tell me it’s not ‘they’re all dying’.”

“No one is dead yet, at least when I left,” Mayor responded, almost hyperventilating as she took her seat, “Cele- The Goddess Celestia has arrived with her wife the Goddess Twilight Sparkle, and three other individuals. One was a unicorn with a yellow coat and bacon colored hair: she seemed rather unenthused, likely only loyal due to some type of threat. The others were strange as... they appeared to be deceased individuals. One I recognized as Maud Pie, who was just as hard to read as before, and the other as Princess Cadence, who crashed into the pavement and knocked herself out shortly after arriving.”

“She has WHO with her?” Limestone arched an eyebrow.

“If it was an alternate dimension, many of the same ponies might live there,” said Gloriosa. “If this one is loyal to her, she’s obviously very different from your sister... either that or she’s also under threat somehow.”

“Right, I thought this might happen,” Moondancer rubbed her forehead with a hoof, “I’m just glad there isn’t another me.”

“You know, it’s gonna be just a bit hard for me to be nice to that cunt if my murdered sister is standing beside her,” Limestone growled, head still on the table and covering her face with both front hooves as if trying to contain her rage.

Moondancer slammed her hoof on the table, “Enough! From this point forward we do NOT speak ill of the Goddess!” She looked around the table, “You hear that everyone? I don’t care what she’s done to you or those you love in the past. Right now we are her loyal subjects who have been anticipating her return with psychotic glee. We all might die, but whoever lets her know otherwise will die worse, even if I have to crawl out of my grave and do it myself.”

All eyes went to the table as an alarm chirp sounded. Celestia and Twilight’s cutie marks on the map flashed from Ponyville to Manehattan.

“This is so exciting!” squealed Gabby.

“You know that being friendly isn’t going to stop her from killing you, right?” Fleetfoot groaned at Gabby, then added when Moondancer glared at her, “What? I didn’t say anything bad about her! It’s an objective fact!... she’d probably take it as a compliment.”

Photo Finish activated the last camera, which zoomed right up to Limestone and stared her in the face. Photo nodded approvingly, “There we go... cameras for each of us, then extra ones to track her Highnesses and their three minions. It is time for... da magicks!” Photo was the only one of them that could manage to have tears of joy at a time like this.

“Oh I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” smiled Gabby, “She’s probably just misunderstood and needs a few more smiles in her life! Maybe we should surprise her with a big group hug as she enters.”

“She would mistake that for an attack,” Moondancer tapped her hooves on the table nervously, “And we’d all end up with our guts painting the walls and ceiling.”

"At least it'd be quick," Gloriosa said, shuffling her notes, hooves trembling.

“Pay special attention to the rock pony, the cat bird, and the dragon,” Photo instructed her assistants, or maybe her cameras, “They are most likely to be brutally murdered.”

Limestone smacked her own head against the table several times.

“Yeah I’d to see her try,” smirked Ember. Alicorn magic was powerful, but it was still just pony magic, and dragons weren’t afraid of pony magic.

“As would we, it will be so beautiful,” Photo sighed as if speaking of a gorgeous sunset.

“She’s at the palace gate,” Moondancer interrupted their chatting as the map zoomed in to the layout of the castle, “The guards have been told to escort her here, so last warning; everyone stand next to your seat and bow as she arrives. Make no sudden moves, for good or ill. Measure your words to her very carefully, because she will be looking for any hint that you have failed her."

There was an awkward silence as they watched Celestia and Twilight’s cutie marks near the council chamber, and it only got more awkward when the marks entered the chamber without any doors opening or any other visible signs.

“G-godess?” Moondancer asked nervously. "Have we been graced with your holy presence?"

“Oh you really were prepared,” Celestia chuckled as her invisibility spell faded, revealing her, Twilight, and their three friends, “And here I was hoping I’d catch you plotting. I guess you’ve already had a year to do that.” She walked up to the table, running a hoof across the shimmering hologram, which returned to showing all of Equestria, “Is this new? I like it.” She slid her hoof over to the three siren symbols, which were flashing as if they were currently in combat with something the map wasn't picking up. She hmm-ed, but said nothing of it for the time being.

Moondancer kneeled first, clearing her throat to make sure none of the others hesitated. “We would never plot against you,” Moondancer assured her, “We have patiently anticipated your return... and yes, that is new.”

“You are fucking kidding me,” mumbled Sunset, rubbing her forehead with both front hooves.

“Have you now,” Celestia looked at Moondancer, the unicorn flinching a bit as she could practically feel Celestia digging about in her brain. Celestia looked to each of them in turn, searching for any indication that this was a trick, and twitching one eye herself when Gabby smiled brightly and waved at her. Celestia shook her head as if she found the inside of Gabby’s brain disgusting, then motioned for them to cease their bowing, “Back into your seats.”

“That one looks like my dead sister,” Maud matter-of-factually observed.

“And that one looks like my dead sister,” Limestone responded, just a bit out of turn.

“Still angsty about that, are we?” Celestia asked Limestone, “And here I thought we could look back on it and laugh by now. Or at least look back on it and get wet.”

“I don’t blame you for... your fun,” Limestone very carefully added, as if measuring every movement of her muzzle.

“I know you don’t, I poked into you brain... but you see, that’s what I find so interesting,” Celestia said, then turned to Twilight, “Tell me, my beautiful wife. What is wrong with this picture? I looked in every single one of their minds and found not the least bit of disloyalty. Not even the one I visited previously and forced to eat out her dead sisters after we murdered them. Not even their leader, who you assured me would despise you for getting her promoted.”

“That’s pretty unlikely!” Twilight giggled, “Maybe they learned how to block you out?”

“What do you think, ‘Empress’ Moondancer,” Celestia turned to her, “Nice title, by the way.”

“I thank both of you for my opportunity and I have only chosen the most loyal subjects for the Council,” Moondancer assured her, “I am still your servant as ever. It’s just... The P.R. department thought it was a better title to go with, only until your return, of course.”

“Reasonable enough,” smiled Celestia, “I take it that your choices of a Small Council are also pending my ‘approval’.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Moondancer nodded, trying hard not to shiver and failing. “We quickly gathered here for exactly that purpose.”

“And by ‘disapprove’, you mean murder viciously!” giggled Twilight.

“Indeed I do,” Moondancer glanced at Twilight and they locked eyes for a few long seconds before turning back to Celestia. “Each of us is well aware of the cost of disappointing you.”

“Well they all have natural-born cunts, so that’s a plus,” Celestia observed.

“Of course,” Moondancer nodded, “Only females are allowed in positions of authority... also the first meeting after your departure, we decided to eliminate males entirely, since futa potions have rendered their ‘services’ obsolete. I’ve had the drinking water tainted so that every pony gives birth to fillies, as well as required all fertility potions to only result in filly births. Any colt born after the process initiated is executed for daring to be born male.”

Celestia hmmed again, then smirked, “Well done... but I’m still not convinced that I won’t find a reason to murder you.” She turned to the table, “This is what we’re going to do. I see your names and cute little titles listed in front of you all, so I’m going to ask each of you some questions; call it a job interview. And I want this to be a discussion, so you all have my leave to all speak out of turn with no repercussions. If I dislike the answers I get, however, then you will be released from your duties and replaced. Do feel free to sabotage one another. Betrayal gets me so wet.”

“Spineless cunts,” grumbled Sunset, leaning against a wall with one hoof on her face and smacking her head against the wall every few seconds. Cadence slid up next to her, hugging as if to comfort her, but it didn’t stop the head banging.

“Aw, one of my students seem upset,” Celestia glanced slyly back at Sunset, “How about this, I’ll let you kill one of the disappointments. That sound fun?”

“For once, it does,” Sunset continuing to smack her head on the wall, but put an arm around Cadence all the same. “Fucking cowards.”

“I get to kill one too, right?” Twilight asked, bouncing up and down in excitement.

“Are you going to order me to kill my sister?” Maud asked, her voice not giving away the slightest hint of if she was looking forward to or dreading the possibility. Either way her eyes were locked on Limestone.

“Giving her ideas, are ya sis?” Limestone chuckled nervously, visibly sweating.

“She already thought of it the moment she saw you,” Maud knew Celestia well by this point.

“I haven’t decided who will and won’t die, but I’m sure there will be enough disappointments for all of us to have fun.” Celestia assured her students. “Now first... the portal’s disconnection left me in that shit-hole of a world for a long time. Not only that, but by forcing me to make a new portal, you allowed several annoying pests to get back to Equestria that would have been unable to do so through the original.”

“That would be me,” said Ember, quickly, because she knew if she didn’t say it someone else would in hopes of garnishing favor. “It is, however, what you would have done in my place, and since our truce, I have used the same great mind for the benefit of Equestria. This nation needs minds like mine.” Ember spoke with pride and didn’t seem very concerned, despite the bad start, fearlessly locking eyes with Celestia.

"Great mind?" asked Celestia, "Thinking to lock your enemy in a room isn't what I would call genius."

“If I may,” Moondancer interjected, “After a short but bloody war, we made a truce with the dragons, that we would ship them our dead and some of our prisoners for them to rape and eat in exchange for their joining us. I felt that their... unique magical nullification traits could give us the edge we needed in future conflicts.”

“Are you also responsible for the destruction of Canterlot?” Celestia’s voice went darker than any of them had heard her before, her eyes practically glowing, “And I assume, the murder of my family? To think that you have enough gall to put the words ‘Dragon Lord’ on your seat’s title.”

“I was not responsible for the destruction of the fuck toys that used to be your family,” Ember said plainly, glancing back to Moondancer.

“That’s a bit complicated,” Moondancer laughed nervously, “There was a cult that attempted to revive Mother, but the attempt instead resulted in her animating into an undead creature... who in turn animated all other dead in Canterlot, including the corpse pile. Not only that, but the cult synchronized their attack with the remaining changelings. We were forced to set the destruct in order to keep the zombie plague from spreading and to prevent Chrysalis’ nearly successful escape. I... we all truly regret the loss of your family, but had we not destroyed the city, you would have come home to a nation of creatures that were incapable of feeling pain.”

“On the plus side,” Gloriosa input, “Chrysalis and most if not all of the remaining changelings were all killed in the blast as well. They are either extinct or close enough to no longer be relevant.”

“I keep getting the feeling you’ve all been practicing what to say in a mirror,” Celestia stared into Moondancer’s eyes, then to Gloriosa to do the same. Moondancer held the gaze, breathing heavily while doing so, but Gloriosa looked anywhere but Celestia’s eyes. More digging found nothing, but Celestia couldn’t shake the feeling that she no longer had any way of knowing if they were lying to her.

“And what conflicts have our military commanders assisted with?” Celestia finally looked back to Ember, with a glance towards Fleetfoot as well, “And which inferior races, other than your own inferior races, have you assisted in eliminating in the process?”

Ember’s mind might have registered as blank still, but it was hard for her to hide it on her face, clenching her jaw and taking a deep breath before answering, “First, we eliminated the Breezies shortly after the ‘tragedy’ in Canterlot.”

“The breezies invaded.” Celestia quirked an eyebrow.

“Not so much invaded, as just being really annoying,” Fleetfoot chuckled and scratched the back of her own head with a hoof.

“Aw, but they sounded so cute when their little families were getting gassed!” Gabby chirped.

“It was... a bit hilarious,” admitted Limestone, stifling a laugh.

“Hilariously horrifying,” Gloriosa mumbled, sounding much less enthused than most about it.

“Yes, hilarious,” Ember said, sounding near Maud-like in her excitement, “Shortly after, Yakyakistan sent a diplomatic envoy that was all male, so we publicly executed them and sent their heads back to their families, then we carpet-bombed their race into oblivion.” She tried to word it in a way Celestia would appreciate, despite not being as good as ponies at sadistic pleasure.

“Their cum-covered heads,” Moondancer clarified, knowing Celestia would like that detail. "I helped with that part myself."

Fleetfoot cleared her throat, “Well... we carpet-bombed them. My pegasai are well-stocked with explosives and have almost two dozen individuals now capable of sonic rainbooms. We can practically level a town just by landing in it. The elimination of outdated concepts of mercy have allowed us to build far more powerful weapons.”

“That’s what they get for keeping themselves all in one place,” smirked Celestia, appreciating that at least.

“Also we sent them a video recording of da executions so that they could witness... da magicks! shortly before their collective demise.” Photo Finish added excitedly, “... such a strong warrior prince sobbing and begging for life as the Empress ground her sopping wet pussy against his face! I remember it as if it were yesterday.” She wiped a tear from her eye.

“Do we still have a copy?” Twilight asked, bouncing even more.

“Ah yes!” Photo Finish nodded, “As always, a free copy of my works are sent to the Goddess’s chambers, you have several shelves full now waiting for your pleasures! We have one of the Breezies too, ah yes, their language is so graceful, even when screamed! Especially when screamed!”

Ember glanced at Photo, barely keeping herself from again commenting about how brutally insane ponies were, before continuing, “Later the griffin and sea pony kingdoms allied against us to justly put a stop to our wickedness. We exterminated the sea ponies by tainting the water with a substance that made plankton carnivorous towards their kind.”

“We developed the taint,” Gloriosa added, making sure her part was known, even if she still sounded like she hated it.

Fleetfoot cleared her throat again, adding, “Again, we dropped the taint into the water above their kingdom. I don’t think the dragons were ‘comfortable’ doing such a thing themselves.” The glares she was earning from Ember were becoming increasingly pissed off.

“Oh now that is inspired,” Celestia smiled, but then motioned her head to Gabby. “But why were the griffins allowed to continue existing?”

“Cause we’re delicious and fuckable!” Gabby announced happily, “We’re used as a source of food for the dragons and sex slaves for the ponies!” She giggled and bounced, “I’m sorta the council pet in a way, always there to help them relax!”

“So you’re...” Celestia peered at her more closely.

“A complete cunt-and-cock-and-anything-slut!” Gabby nodded, bright-eyed and grinning. “Any pony or dragon or anything that wants my plot gets it on the spot! Sometimes even if they don’t know they want it!”

“Adorable,” smiled Celestia, kindly asking, “I imagine seeing you rape somepony would be quite hilarious, but do you think that will keep me from killing you?”

“I... yes?” Gabby slowly ceased bouncing and seemed unsure for perhaps the first time in her life.

“I guess that answers why you allowed one on the council,” Celestia sighed, “Well that makes more sense than I wish it did. I think I’ll still find enough reason to have some murder-fun with some of you though.”

“It’s also notable,” Moondancer added, “We wiped out over three quarters of their population before allowing them to surrender. In addition, we executed every male griffin who dared to hold a position of authority and forced their worthless species to undergo the same male-elimination method that we use.”

“As well as forced them to adopt many of our laws,” added Mayor. “The ones involving rape, underage fucking, necrophilia, et cetera.”

“And the dragons as well?” Celestia looked back to Ember. “They are also undergoing male elimination?”

“Well... no,” Moondancer said slowly, “Not exactly...”

“Pony dick potions and magic don’t work on us,” Ember said confidently, “So we still require males.”

“You’ve at least eliminated that silly dragon culture involving males getting to decide which pussies they knock up?” asked Celestia.

“Well... not entirely,” Ember admitted. "But it's not what it looks like to outsiders. We females are very much okay with it."

“How many batches of hatchlings have you had, and out of those, how many were the product of a male raping you?” Celestia asked.

“Two... and one of them. The other was a hermaphrodite raping me, ” Ember chuckled a bit, still not seeming concerned that this was going south for her.

“And both of these were since you became Dragon Lord?” Celestia asked, enjoying meeting eyes with someone who knew who she was but wasn’t afraid of her.

“Yes,” Ember confirmed simply. then added as if challenging her, “The second one raped me on my own throne. It was quite nice of her to be so accepting of my culture.”

Moondancer clenched her teeth, eyes going wide and shaking her head at Ember. She hoped that Celestia didn’t ask for clarification on who was accepting of dragon culture, because Ember was being ornery enough that she might just tell her outright that it was Chrysalis. Moondancer stopped shaking her head when Twilight leaned over and looked at her, getting very still and hoping very hard now that Ember’s death would come swiftly.

Celestia didn’t seem to notice or care though, continuing, “So even the ‘Dragon Lord’ allows the inferior gender to force themselves upon her? Tell me also: how much research was performed in an attempt to make the futa potions work for dragons?” asked Celestia, “I assume that it is ongoing and that significant progress has been made?”

“I did offer my services for just that,” Glorisa put forward, “But she declined, so I assumed she must have her own research projects in progress.” Ah yes, the first to blatantly throw one of her fellow council members under the bus. Finally they were getting somewhere.

“How has the research been going?” Celestia asked Ember again.

“We are not going to do that research,” Ember stated plainly, voice now showing a very intentional disrespect. “We’re quite happy with our double-dicked, over-amorous drakes.”

“Interesting,” Celestia smiled gently back at the proud dragon, “And I’ve noticed, Commander Fleetfoot seems to be interjecting how the pegasai have done all the high-up chores, so to speak. The dragons do not assist during combat?”

“Of course we have,” grunted Ember, “We firebombed the Everfree Forest when it invaded.”

“The Everfree Forest... invaded?” Celestia quirked an eyebrow, “Perhaps it would be faster for you to list off the things that haven't invaded since I left.”

“It turned out to be a problem with the Tree of Harmony,” clarified Gloriosa, “So we... burned the forest down.” She didn’t sound like she approved of that either, “Then we cannibalized the tree for parts. This map was constructed thanks to said research.”

“I can't help but notice, you sound like you don't have a lot of fun hurting nature,” Celestia said to Gloriosa, then turned back to Ember. “You expect me to be impressed because you helped with the gardening? What else have you done?”

“I supposed not so much,” Ember said, outright rage etched in her features, “I guess we don’t enjoy murder as much as ponies.”

“Indeed, we defended several large cities from air attacks during the war with the Griffin Kingdom without draconic assistance,” Fleetfoot added again, earning an especially long glare from Ember that time. “The dragons they... only kill to eat I think. They don’t eve rape ponies they aren’t going to eat.” She lowered her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret.

“Such backwards thinking,” Gloriosa added, shaking her head like a disapproving nun.

“Dat is not all!” Photo said, “There is a good demand for rape and snuff films involving dragons, and I have sent multiple requests to her for draconic killers and victims for my films, but she refused, saying she would not have dragons involved in such ‘monstrosities’ as she called them. She would not even send dragons to be the killers, or criminals to die! She said...” Photo paused as if terrified, "that they don't execute their criminals! They are savages!"

"Those monsters!" exclaimed Twilight as if in shock, "This madness has to be stopped!"

Well that sealed it. “Fleetfoot,” Celestia turned to her, “You’ll be taking over the position of Mistress of War, and I’ll be eliminating the Mistress of Air Defense position. There is no reason for us to have two war commanders, especially when one is ridiculously more competent than the other.”

“You honor me,” bowed Fleetfoot.

“Stop groveling. When I want you to brown-nose, I’ll shove your head up my ass until you suffocate,” Celestia said, “Tell me, new Mistress of War, how will you go about eliminating the barbaric and lazy dragon race?”

“I-I,” Fleetfoot quickly sat back in her seat, but wasn’t used to having to come up with entire war plans on the spot. In fact, Ember had done all the war planning, even when Fleetfoot carried it out, “Well we ship them food, we could just poison it? Something fatal but with slow symptoms so they won’t notice in time?” She looked to Gabby, “Do we have anything like that? That would be slowly fatal to dragons?”

“Sure do!” Gabby smiled brightly, “We have plenty of non-magical poisons that would work great! I mean maybe some would survive, but they’d be really sick.”

“Excellent!” Photo Finish said excitedly, “I can use the survivors in my films, yes? Yes!” She practically orgasmed... actually she did; it was drooling down her thighs.

“Excuse me?” Ember growled.

“Excellent!” Celestia sounded sincerely impressed, but also ignored Ember’s complaint and instead asked her, “Do the hatchlings eat the meat we send? I’m hoping to rape your children to death personally instead of poisoning them from afar.”

“Baby murder parties are the best parties!” Twilight nodded excitedly.

Moondancer forced herself to smile, though she really dreaded having to tell Chrysalis that she had to allow Celestia to murder Chrysalis' wife. Fortunately, she had already come up with how to say it though; she’d prepared for any and every thing she might have to say. Well, except if Ember decided to spill the beans about Chrysalis; if that happened she was fucked. She wished Celestia would kill her already!

“Well no they don’t but... fucking back-stabbing assholes, the lot of you!” Ember shouted as she stood, “You can’t wipe us out just because we like natural cocks! You’ll regret this, Slut Goddess.” She growled as she pointed to Celestia, “We’ll be ready for this feather-brain’s little plan, because I’m leaving. And I’d like to see you use your ‘pony magic’ to stop me.”

Ember raised one claw, moving to press some buttons on a bracelet around her opposite claw. Her hand stopped short of pressing it though, frozen in place. The bracelet glowed with Celestia’s magic, unlatched, and floated over the table. Celestia winked, and the device exploded into sparks. Embers eyes got very wide as she watched her teleportation escape go bye bye.

“I guess I’ll have to use my non-pony magic then,” Celestia smiled politely, “And naughty! I assume it’s still against the law to use racial slurs against a superior species.” she looked at Fleetfoot, “Did she offend you, you feather-brained filth?”

"I am outraged at her," Fleetfoot confirmed to Celestia, too dramatically to be honest.

“What...” Ember blinked, the first hint of actual fear showing up in her eyes, but lashing out verbally all the same, “You just... stay away from my family you cum-colored knickknack!” Further complaints were muffled as Celestia’s magic held her muzzle shut. Moondancer breathed a sigh of relief when Ember was shushed.

“I didn’t know!” Moondancer almost shrieked as Celetia’s gaze fell back upon her, “Her treachery was unknown to me, I swear!”

“Indeed, it was even unknown to me,” Celestia looked at Moondancer ponderously, “Even after probing her mind so deeply. Not a bit of disloyalty from her, not from anyone here. So tell me, Empress Moondancer: How am I supposed to trust you when you have trained your entire council to resist their Goddess’s probing? Surely you don’t expect me to believe that everyone here has not even a single stray thought of what they’d like to do to me. I don’t think there’s anyone that doesn’t have at least some of those thoughts, save perhaps for my 'loving' wife.”

Moondancer had an answer ready, though her voice quivered as she spoke, having hoped it wouldn’t come up. “Well... " she stuttered, "Now that you mention it, it might be because every council member... well see we’re all trained to resist probing in case we are captured, but I’m afraid it’s of a nature that it can’t be turned off at will.” Everything she said was true, at least. “And well, we didn’t have you available at the time to ensure it worked without flaw.”

Gloriosa cleared her throat and added, “Now that you are here, it will not be difficult for my mages to correct this.”

“They so think they’re playing us,” giggled Twilight.

“They do,” Celestia smirked, “What do you think, my faithful students, should we kill them all outright for their insolence and obvious trickery?”

“Not knowing is more interesting. Like a puzzle,” commented Maud casually, who was seated on her haunches in a corner, holding up Boulder with one front hoof so he could see. “Boulder loves puzzles.”

“I second that, this is fun!” Twilight grinned.

“Um,” Sunset was laying on her belly on the floor, and jerked when Celestia turned to her, “Ah... well... actions speak louder than thoughts, so if they’ve done well, they deserve a chance I’d say...”

“Adorable again,” Celestia smirked, turning back to the council, “You’ve given my least faithful student hope that you might have a plan to assassinate me yet. Let’s continue our discussion then.” She glanced over to Mayor, “You mentioned our wonderful laws. I assume then that you, being an inferior mud-pony slime, have not attempted to alter them in ways that would benefit you or your ‘kind’? What major changes have there been?”

“Oh definitely not,” Mayor stammered, “I would never dream of changing the sacred laws that you put in place, and have only acted to enhance what I... truly believed would be your will. I would never act on behalf of my inferior race.” Mayor’s expression didn’t quite fit what Celestia had felt in her mind either, though in Mayor’s case it was more abject terror on her face. That was a great deal more acceptable.

As Mayor spoke, Celestia picked Ember up in her magic, allowing the dragon enough freedom to struggle, the mighty Dragon Lord flapping her wings frantically at first, then attempting to run in place, before just writhing, one claw trying to pull her own muzzle open, unable to breathe flames with a closed mouth.

Predictably, Ember lashed out as soon as she was in range, swiping a claw at Celestia’s face, then looking briefly stunned when it actually made contact. Celestia’s head turned from the impact, a red gash on one side of her face bleeding for only seconds before her flesh spontaneously stitched itself back together and she turned back to look back into Ember’s eyes.

"I love it when she does that," giggled Twilight, "It's like that one movie with the robot!"

Ember didn’t give up, grabbing for Celestia’s neck with both claws, swatting her tail around to wrap it around Celestia’s throat to pull her closer, and squeezed Celestia’s neck with all three limbs. The dragon was emboldened as Celestia began to gag rather violently, pressing her claws into Celestia’s neck and digging them deep even as the flesh healed around the dagger-like protrusions.

There was a flash of light, as it seemed Photo Finish had crawled up onto the table and was getting a few photos of Ember and Celestia’s struggle, “Ah yes, struggle for your life! Let me see the foolish hope in your eyes! Brilliant!” An awful lot of goo was sliding down Photo's hind legs and puddling on the table where she stood.

“You were saying, Mayor?” Twilight asked when Mayor trailed off, “I assure you the Fuck Goddess is listening.” She then turned to Sunset, Maud, and Cadence, “You have permission to help the Dragon Lord, there will be no negative consequences for doing so. Have fun!”

As Twilight temporarily took over Celestia’s duties, Celestia looked a bit panicked at Ember, even releasing the dragon’s muzzle, earning a large grin from the dragon as she forced Celestia onto her back, kneeing her in the gut as she squeezed her neck harder still. As her muzzle was released, Ember blew a blast of flame into Celestia’s face, controlled enough to not damage her surroundings, but enough to literally melt the flesh, eyes popping from the heat, then slowly reconstituting as her face quickly healed. Ember knew though that healing took power; surely Celestia couldn't just keep healing indefinitely.

“Your magic works on dragons, eh? Not for long apparently!” Ember sounded triumphant, kneeling atop Celestia’s gut and whipping her tail back to smack Celestia’s belly. She rammed her rough scaly tail right between Celestia’s sopping wet cunt lips and rammed deep, soon thrusting in and out, the sound of the penetration filling the room as Celestia’s hind legs kicked about frantically and her eyes grew wider. “Can’t regenerate from lack of air, can you, fucking psychotic sociopathic bitch.”

Sunset started to explain the difference between those two things to Ember, but thought better of it. Instead she sat up, tensed up as she looked at Celestia pinned down and apparently being choked to death by Ember. There was a brief bit of hope that sprouted, which was quickly extinguished by the realization that Twilight didn’t seem to care about it. Sunset wasn’t buying it if Twilight wasn’t trying to stop it, even less so when Twilight specifically told someone she despised to help.

Well, if Twilight or Celestia told her that she’d suffer no repercussions from it, at least she knew they weren’t lying. Their honestly was their only redeeming quality. Who knew, maybe Celestia would accidentally let them go too far on her own. Or maybe, just maybe, these fucking cowards would spring a trap on her while she was weak. Sunset could only hope.

As for Ember, she was even more emboldened when Twilight didn’t try to stop her, and more still when Twilight gave Celestia’s other faithful students permission to assist Ember rather than their mistress. Of course she didn’t know Twilight like some others in the room did, so her assumption was that Twilight was going to let Ember kill Celestia so she herself could take over, and that even if Twilight was as evil as Celestia, she would be friendly with dragons since Ember was putting her in power. If it had been anyone but Twilight allowing it to happen, the logic would have made perfect sense.

“You can’t regenerate from lack of air, can you?” Ember snarled down at Celestia, dragon saliva dripping onto her face. Ember squeezed her hard, arm muscles bulging as she continued, “And look who no one is helping, not even your loving wife! Not as good at choosing partners as you thought?” She looked to Sunset, Maud, and Cadence, “Come on, I bet we can all hurt this demented cunt faster than she can heal,” She turned back to Celestia, “And I think the healing will slow down a bit as she gets closer to dying.”

Sunset slid up beside Ember, looking her over a bit. Sunset had never been that close to a dragon before; they were surprisingly hot. No point in getting attached to her though, so Sunset turned to Celestia, grasping one of her kicking legs in her front hooves, using her magic to assist herself as she snapped her upper leg cleanly, twisting it until bones poked free through her flesh, blood running down over Celestia’s white coat. Celestia cried out as the limb broke, or at least made choking noises indicating that she was trying to do so, and Sunset felt herself getting a bit wet. She shivered and bit her lower lip as she waited for it to heal slightly before twisting and snapping it fresh. She tried to enjoy it more than she knew Celestia was.

“Full dismemberment will take longer to heal,” Maud commented calmly, placing Boulder on a shelf to make sure he had a good view, then moving over to Celestia’s other foreleg. She didn’t have magic, but apparently didn’t need it to snap Celestia’s leg. She bit down on the hoof, holding it in her forelegs, bearing one hind hoof against her shoulder, then wrenched it about, twisting until Celestia’s shoulder cracked, pulling the whole limb free, leaving splinters of bones jutting from the shoulder and tossing the limb aside. It landed on the table and twitched, blood sizzling and causing the holographic map to shimmer. That was no small feat for someone that wasn't even used to their current body.

Cadence was predictably the most reluctant, approaching them but looking completely confused as to what was happening. Sunset assisted, tugging Cadence over and pushing her plot down upon Celestia’s face. Ember growled a bit as the pony ass blocked her view of Celestia’s expression, but let her have it, figuring that getting the cunt of one of her slaves shoved into her face would be fitting for the tyrant. Celestia sputtered, her broken fore leg twitching as if she wanted to shove Cadence off but couldn’t. Beneath though, she actually ran a freakishly long tongue up into Cadence’s slit, causing the clueless alicorn to squeak and start to roll her hips.

Ember did a double take at how effortlessly Maud ripped the goddess’s leg from her body, then grinned as she felt Celestia’s body convulse from the shower of agony that resulted. Ember groaned and leaned down, leaning around Cadence’s bouncing plot and lapping her tongue over the side of Celestia’s face to taste the sweet flavor of ‘divine’ tears. She pulled Celestia's face to the side, temporarily denying Cadence of the muzzle. Ember then cupped her maw over Celestia's entire face and blew another shorter blast of flame against Celestia to boil off any remaining tears, fur sizzling as her flesh literally cooked. She then nicely pushed it back to where Cadence could properly grind.

The terror she now saw in what little of Celestia’s face she could see was more than she had hoped for. To think that instead of just escaping as she intended, she was going to get to butcher the tyrant and return home a hero, again. The excitement made Ember’s stomach growl, so she sank her teeth into the side of Celestia’s face that she could still reach around Cadence's sexy plot, tearing a huge chunk of meat from her as she thrashed about, impaling one of her eyes on a tooth and ripping off a large strip of meat, leaving her skull and jaw showing as she chewed on it open mouthed leaning to the other side so Celestia's good eye could see.

Cadence squealed at the blast of heat beneath her, the fur on her rear getting a bit singed as well, then when she sat back down on Celestia's muzzle it felt like an oven for a few seconds before it cooled down, enough for some of Cadence's cunt honey to boil into steam before it cooled.

“Aren’t you going to try and beg for mercy, like so many have done for you?” Ember asked with her mouth full.

Sunset left the dismemberment to Maud, instead sliding behind Ember. Her horn glowed as she cast a spell on herself, hoping that she even remembered how to cast it, reshaping her body as a full sheath filled out between her hind legs. At the very least, her version of the spell wasn’t nearly as painful as Celestia’s version.

She politely nudged at Ember’s tail with her throbbing member, which Ember withdrew from Celestia’s nethers to give Sunset a go. Sunset hugged Ember’s hot body from behind to stabilize herself and pushed herself into Celestia’s slit, shivering as she felt it convulse around her from the stabs of pain shooting through the goddess. Her licking of Ember’s back got a few side glances from the dragon, but otherwise Ember allowed the contact as Sunset began to pummel Celestia’s royal cunt.

Maud continued her own task more calmly, grabbing hold of the wing on the same side, which was pinned and twitching rather helplessly. Once again she propped herself against Celestia’s body as she wrenched at the limb. Celestia’s let had only just started to cease its bleeding when Maud tore the second limb off, tossing it atop the table as well where it twitched delightfully. She calmly wiped the blood from her eyes that had sprayed from the severed appendage.

For her part, Cadence was barely coping. She clenched her teeth as her sensitive lips had gotten a bit burned from the blast of heat from Ember, then felt blood spraying all over her plot as Ember ripped the chunk from said face. Still, the warm blood wasn’t an unpleasant feeling on her bottom.

The unpleasant part came when Celestia pulled a flap of her cunt into her muzzle and bit down on it as hard as she could. Cadence squealed, but was afraid to stop her movements lest Celestia be angry at her for not being part of her play-time. She continued to move her hips, though now she was just getting her cunt tugged painfully with each movement as Celestia pulled more flesh between her teeth. Tears rolled down her face, which she tried her best to hide from Ember lest she tip the dragon off and be punished for it. Poor Cadence couldn’t even be the dom without somehow getting the short end of the stick.

“This is not going how I thought it would,” commented Limestone, watching Celestia, but found her eyes settling on Maud’s behind as it wagged back and forth from her movements, catching glimpses of Maud’s slit as her tail waved from the movements. Limestone really did miss that plot, even if this wasn’t her Maud... and it was looking like Celestia wasn’t going to be in any shape to kill her for it, so...

Limestone slid from her seat, grasping Maud’s posterior in both hooves, pushing her tail aside with her nose, and giving that slit a nice long slurp, rubbing her muzzle into it and sliding her tongue across the dampness inside. Maud drew a hind leg back as if to kick her off, and could have easily cracked her neck in a single buck. However, when she looked back to see who had suddenly initiated cunnilingus on her, she put her leg back down and instead wrapped her tail welcomingly around Limestone’s head.

Celestia’s convulsions were intensifying beneath Ember, what was left of her face turning blue as her air was cut off, but at least she was getting a delicious mouthful of pink alicorn cunt while she suffocated. Ember whipped her tail about to the table, grabbing hold of Celestia’s leg, then using the appendage to hold it up to her maw, tearing flesh off in bits as she ate it like a chicken leg.

“I can’t believe they were so afraid of you,” Ember said between sloppy bites, razor teeth tearing off flesh with ravenous speed, “You’re going down easier than my whore of a pet.” Ember’s claws were drawing blood again as Celestia’s neck seemed to heal more slowly. The dragon clawed about her neck, digging deep into Celestia’s throat, then grinning when Celestia vomited blood as it pooled in her muzzle or drooled out the side of her face.

“Please stop,” Celestia managed the words where Ember could just barely hear her, which made Ember moan quiet loudly.

“Aw yeah, beg for your life, that’s the stuff,” Ember shivered, then assisted Photo Finish by tugging Cadence’s ass cheek up a bit to let the camera get a good closeup of Celestia's torn, bleeding face, “You’re making me so hungry, I think I might end up skeletalizing you before the meeting is even over.” Ember’s own body then shivered, draconic pussy pouring juice against Celestia’s already drenched chest, “That’s right, an ‘inferior' race’s cunt is creaming on you as you fucking die, how you like that?”

Celestia wasn’t biting down on her anymore, but Cadence didn’t feel like being part of it any longer, so she arched her back and squealed loudly, giving her best approximation of a climax, and doing a good job of it as her body shivered. Blessedly, Ember shoved her off Celestia’s face once she seemed to have finished, wanting to look into her victim’s eyes as she died. Cadence fell forward onto her face, then crawled into a corner and curled up.

Meanwhile, Sunset was loving Celestia’s convulsions as well, feeling her body shiver more with each stroke. Ember’s tail had already punched through Celestia’s cervix, so Sunset’s cock easily pushed into her womb, taking time to savor the warmth around her. Celestia was very good at twitching her insides like a proper rape victim, so Sunset found it just a bit easier to fantasize that she was really participating in Celestia’s murder, and just the thought of it made whole body shake.

Sunset hugged Ember from behind as she rolled her hips, running her tongue up the dragon’s scaly back again as she did so, scales there glistening with her saliva. Her groans sent shivers through Ember as she came, hosing down the walls of Celestia’s womb with her seed. It was a rare treat, because Celestia’s goddess cunt really did feel divine inside.

“I’m gonna fuck you, you hot sexy dragon,” Sunset whispered to Ember even as she was packing her cream into Celestia. She may as well try some dragon pussy before Ember bit the big one.

“Fuck no you’re not,” Ember growled, “You’re lucky I don’t rip out your throat out and put you on ice for later, food.” Ember was getting tired of pretending to view ponies as equals.

“A bit uptight about your cunt, you cunt?” Sunset shot back at her, not afraid to get on her nerves since it was safe to assume Celestia wouldn’t let Ember be the one that killed Sunset.

Maud only used her front legs this time, as her hind legs were splayed out with her other-worldly sister lapping the increasingly wet slit between them. Still she grasped hold of Celestia’s hind leg, prying it outward to snap the sinews. Celestia didn’t seem to be healing any longer, which made it much easier, and she eventually wrenched it free. Rather than throwing it on the table, she dropped it next to Ember for when she finished tearing the meat off the first leg.

Her face was still quite calm, but Maud’s hips were rolling back against Limestone’s increasingly eager carpet-munching, hiking her rump up slightly to give Limestone better access. Limestone took it, pulling Maud’s rear upwards and rippling her tongue about inside her, feeling Maud’s cunt juice drooling from her chin as she hugged that plot. In fact, Maud took a break from ripping parts off Celestia to concentrate on the incestuous affections she had no doubt missed.

Ember growling turned into a triumphant roar as Celestia’s body convulsed in deathgasm, urinating down Sunset’s balls as the unicorn was pulling herself free. Ember grinned widely, leaning down to get a good look at that last look of abject horror that would be frozen on her half-of-a-face forever, or until Ember ate it at least.

Or that was theoretically supposed to happen.

Ember laughed, grinding her wet slit against Celestia’s chest and finally feeling her heart stop. She released Celestia’s neck and backed off, licking her lips and ready to ravenously chow down on her fresh kill. She turned herself around, maw inches away from taking a large bite of the meat around Celestia’s cunt.

But then she very suddenly felt light headed. She swayed a bit, twitched one eye, and tried to hold herself up. It took her a bit to get her bearings, but when she did, she realized that Celestia’s missing limbs were very quickly growing back out, bones growing from the stumps, slowly covered with muscle and sinew, then flesh coating them.

It occurred too late to Ember that her own life energy was powering Celestia’s accelerated healing factor, and tried to jump off of her, but tumbled onto the floor in the process, collapsing like a limp noodle and flailing her tail and wings about.

She felt herself grabbed around the neck by Celestia’s magic, turned about midair, and slammed down onto the table on her back, atop Celestia’s former wing. For a moment she was held still, magic seeming to crush her from all sides, looking up to see a fully-healed Celestia with front hooves on either side of her as she leaned over the table at her. Ember tried hard to open her muzzle again, but it was once again glued shut.

“You were very rude to my student just now when she asked so nicely to pound your uptight little snatch,” Celestia smirked. “For shame.”

Maud’s eyes followed Celestia as she quickly turned the tables on Ember, but that wasn’t her interest at the moment. For one very rare instance, Maud’s eye twitched, taking several deep breaths as she began to shiver ever so slightly. She rolled her hips back against Limestone’s licking with uncharacteristic eagerness, biting her lip and actually stiffling a moan.

Limestone grinned and murred into Maud’s drenched cunt to send shivers through her. She knew a good round of incest was one of the only things that could get Maud visibly rattled. Limestone pushed hard, shoving her whole muzzle until Maud’s cunt lips popped around it, licking deeply as Maud’s tunnel was suddenly alive with spasms, a flood of incest cream pouring out that Limestone couldn’t guzzle fast enough to keep some from spraying out from around her tightly packed muzzle.

Maud’s face twitched for a few more seconds, then calmed, ceasing to bite her lip, and taking one more deep breath before she ceased her shivering and her face returned to neutral. “I missed you Limey.”

“I missed you too,” panted Limestone as she pulled back and licked her lips, then looked back up to realize that Celestia seemed to be on the winning end once again, “Aw crap.”

“Please remember,” Maud added, “Just because I am going to murder you does not mean I do not love you.”

“... okay...” Limestone stared at her sister, slowly sliding back up into her seat at the council table.

“Mayor?” Twilight asked, “Continue with your law summary. I assure you your Goddess is listening.”

“Apologies,” Mayor nodded, trying hard to not look over to the dragon pinning Celestia, “There is still no minimum age of consent, such an outdated idea has not even been considered. The rape laws remain the same, effectively, with unicorns allowed to rape any inferior species. The only change is that we specifically added in griffins and some other species as well as some gender-specific additions.” Her speech slowed to a stop as one of Celestia’s limbs smacked the table in front of her and jerked a few times before growing still.

“Mayor? Why do you keep stopping?” Twilight raised her voice, making Mayor jump. “Continue! Tell us what the hierarchy is legally, from the top who is allowed to rape any other species, to the bottom.” She then turned aside to Gabby, “You. Get your inferior cat butt over here.”

Gabby didn’t seem to mind the insult, but instead happily hopped right over the table, almost tripping over the limb there, then landed on the other side with Twilight. Twilight sat up in her chair on her haunches, then shoved Gabby’s head down with one hoof. Before Gabby could say anything friendly, Twilight tugged her between her thighs. Gabby got the idea, opening her beak wide, running her tongue along Twilight’s slit before diving it inside. She was being a bit too careful with her beak though.

“I’m not made of glass, bird brain! If I wanted a gentle lick I wouldn’t have grabbed some slut with a knife on her face!” Twilight smacked her head with a hoof, eliciting a bit of a chirp.

Gabby was just ever so slightly rattled, but all the same dragged her razor sharp meat hook along Twilight’s labia, dragging around them before grinding it against her clit. Twilight tugged her head again, pushing the beak inside, Gabby lapping about her lips as she twisted her head and sliced into Twilight’s sensitive fuck tunnel.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Twilight rolled her eyes back slight, “Mayor?”

“Yes of course!” Mayor nodded, trying to remember where she was for a few seconds before continuing, “Alicorns, of course, at the top, then unicorns, pegasai, bat ponies, earth ponies, dragons, crystal ponies, griffons, gargoyles, minotaurs, centaurs, diamond dogs, all other living species, then corpses of any kind. And of course, within each group, including corpses, born-females are superior to born-herms, which are in turn superior to born-males”

“Having delusions of grandeur are we?” Twilight grunted, taking Gabby’s head in both hooves and grinding her hips hard, humping every bit as vigorously as she would have if she had a cock down Gabby’s throat, both tearing up and drooling as she carved herself out, “That’s what we get for having a shit-eating mud-pony bitch in the position,” Twilight looked Mayor in the eyes, daring her to show visible offense, “Put earth ponies on the bottom. And I mean the very bottom. Below corpses.”

“Immediately,” Either sadly or impressively, Mayor didn’t hesitate to answer and kept from looking offended aside from just a hint of a red shade. As Twilight continued to stare at her, she shrank back, starting to tear up, then choking on a sob and starting to hyperventilate.

“I should rip you into pieces,” Twilight growled, “What would you do if you were me?”

“I would... dismember my worthless body, then run me through cunt to mouth with a hot fire poker, cauterizing my insides so I’d die more slowly.” Mayor answered between labored breathes, eyes wide with abject terror as she spoke.

“Huh...” Twilight sounded impressed and completely off guard, so she cracked Gabby in the head a few times to clear her thoughts. Gabby squawked with each hit, but didn’t seem to lose her enthusiasm for doing whatever got Twilight off. Twilight panted, “Sentence yourself to a week in the rape stockade in town square, with no food or water,”

“Of course ,” Mayor kept her gaze despite clearly falling apart emotionally, urine trickling down her hind legs, silently praying to whoever was listening that that was as far as it went.

Mayor jumped and outright shrieked as Ember was suddenly thrown onto the table beteween her and Twilight. She then stammered, “Should I go now to start my sentence?” It sounded like she’d welcome any reason to leave right now.

“Anything else to tell me first?” Twilight asked, pulling Celestia’s severed wing over to her with one hoof, tearing some of the meat off at the broken end, gnawing it down as she listened. The other hoof still held Gabby’s head, even as blood drooled from her cunt and down Gabby’s front.

“Ah well,” Mayor sifted some papers in front of her, which were dotted with Celestia’s blood now, her hooves shaking violently, “Just that we’ve required all libraries to have sections devoted to modern recreation like like, murder, and foal-sex, and that rape is now a standard punishment for schools, from pre-school to university. The population is getting more accepting of such things as time passes, in fact. Um, just the other day I saw a mare rape her filly daughter in public for spilling juice. Isn’t that nice?” She laughed uncomfortably.

“Excellent,” Twilight smiled, taking another bite, blood trailing down her chin, “Now go inform the guards of your punishment. We’ll get back to you on whether you’ll be ran through with a hot poking iron afterward or not.”

“Y-yes goddess...” Mayor took a deep breath, choking on another sob and hurrying from the room, leaving a trail of urine behind her. She dodged Gabby, who attempted to hug her in passing despite her beak still being eye-deep in Twilight’s pain-hatch.

“I like her, she’s funny,” Twilight said once Mayor was out of the room, “Moondancer, please note that we’ll be undoing the temporary changes I just made to the rape list and that Mayor will be not be executed. She is not to be told this however until after her week on the rape racks.”

“Noted, Goddess Twilight,” Moondancer sounded sincerely impressed by Twilight’s technique. Whoever thought an alicorn with a shattered horn and stumps where her wings had been could be as intimidating as Celestia even without Celestia backing her up.

“That’s it,” Twilight groaned, taking a moment to shake, femme cum blending with the blood that was pouring from her fuck hole and burning against her wounds, “Oh Gabby... I think I’ve decided if we’ll kill you or not.” She asked Fleetfoot one last question, “By the way, what percent of cadets survive training?”

“About sixty percent,” Fleetfoot nodded, “The higher-quality training lowered volunteer rate, but we instituted a draft to make up for it, and of course there's the fact that families of the volunteers enjoy special non-random-murder status with government officials.”

“Good,” Twilight said, “Unless something else about you comes up, I believe you’ll be surviving the day. I will reserve the right to rape you until you bleed from every hole though.”

Fleetfoot gave a very big sigh of relief, sinking in her seat as if emotionally exhausted. “A right you are always welcome to take, of course.”

Twilight looked up at Celestia then, jerked Gabby from her own cunt and throwing her against the floor, leaving the strangely satisfied griffon to crawl back to her seat. “Will you be taking this back over now? I think I maaaay need some healing, I hit an artery or something because I’m really light headed.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re such a fuck nut, but yes, I’ll be taking over again” Celestia chuckled, her horn glowing until Twilight’s cunt poured blood less swiftly than a garden hose. She then looked back at Ember, “As I was saying... not only were you rude to one of them, you shoved another off my face just so you could see the abject terror in my eyes as I died. And the other... well you were boring enough that she found getting eaten out by an incestuous mud-pony to be more interesting. I am very disappointed in you.”

“Well I’m right fucked aren’t I,” sighed Ember when Celestia released her muzzle just to see what she’d say after all that.

Moondancer was just relieved that Ember hadn't spilled the beans on Chrysalis when she thought she was winning.

“Right fucked you are,” grinned Celestia. She turned to her class then and gave them some brief instructions, “Sunset, come fuck this good little scale-brained pussy while I take her ass. And kill her.” Her horn flashed and a hacksaw appeared and clattered to the ground next to Twilight, “Twilight, you and Cadence use that to de-horn the Empress, also... hurt her or something. I'm out of ideas..” She looked over to Maud, “Just rape for now.” She didn’t need to say who she wanted Maud on, “But don’t think this excuses you from participating in the meeting, ‘Limey’.”

“Wait what?” Moondancer almost jumped out of her seat. She knew this might come, but had gotten her hopes up since it wasn't mentioned sooner, and now that it was time found herself panicking at the idea of losing the thing that made her who she was, “Goddess... but I... I did everything as you would want! I ruled like a tyrant, I killed babies for fun and drove entire species extinct before creaming on piles of their corpses. I even had a corpse-rape party when all the dead sea ponies washed up on shore! No one in this room or this country is more loyal to you than me!... okay Twilight is... but I'm a close number two! I don’t deserve this! I could have had any number of contingency plans to try and stop you, to keep things for myself, but I didn’t! I... don’t deserve to lose my horn.” For the first time since Celestia got there, Moondancer was really starting to cry.

“Oh that’s it, you know I love it when ponies beg,” Celestia moaned, and Moondancer immediately remembered the futility of what she was doing, “Moondancer, to be honest... I’m disappointed. I stormed through that portal expecting to fight for my life, a true challenge for the first time in so long, and all I got was... some pretender trying too hard at being me. Now take your medicine.”

“Y-yes, Goddess,” Moondancer sighed, more tears rolling down her face, though oddly now that she felt like she was officially beyond help, she wasn’t shaking nearly as much. She slipped from her seat, and turned to face Twilight, who was already giggling in anticipation. Moondancer sighed, "That's right, enjoy yourself at my expense, just like you've been waiting to do I'm sure."

Ember had spent the time squirming, unable to keep herself from at least trying. She was about to be dealt a humiliating death at the hooves of food, while another food came herself while taking pictures of it, but she wasn’t about to let them break her in the process.

Celestia let go of Ember with her hooves, but kept her held tightly with her magic. She pulled Ember’s rump off the table, clenching her tail and twisting it around, and around, until the bone cracked and scales ripped from the strain, then cracked it off and tossed it aside where it thrashed like a dying snake before going still. Ember shrieked at the unexpected sudden loss of an appendage, even as Celestia sat up and pulled the dragon against her lap.

“That was in the way, sorry,” Celestia smirked, her throbbing shaft nudging at Ember’s asshole as it grew large and throbbing. She purred at the feeling of Ember’s tight unlubed ass clenching her as she popped inside, pushing deep to invade the mighty dragon lord’s bowels and relishing her squirms and the humiliation on her once-proud face. "Mmm, you don't get it in this hole as much, do you." She looked over to Gloriosa, panting as she spoke, “So Glory, I take it you’ve been caring for the day and night? And other things?” Celestia’s horn glimmered as if as an afterthought, stretching her students’ bodies to give them what they’d need to carry out their orders properly.

“Certainly,” Gloriosa nodded, “We take care of the days and seasons, and also have continued to run the Magic University. We’re constantly doing research there as well. We have a zombie antidote ready in case of another outbreak, for instance.” Leaving out that they didn’t actually create the antidote themselves, but Moondancer wasn't there to contradict her now, “And have recently discovered some interesting methods of torture; I can set up demonstrations of these at your pleasure. Even upon myself, if you wish.”

Sunset wasn’t one to relish the pain of innocents, even ones that had pissed her off with their bitching, but somehow the fact that Ember was relatively innocent slipped her mind as she quickly moved up to her front. Maybe it was the effects of this new world already taking hold, but she grinned widely at the shame and anger that Ember glared at her with. “As I said,” Sunset said, “I am going to fuck you. Maybe I’ll even get to feel your slimy snake-cunt convulse as you hit your death throes; me and you both know how good that feels.”

Ember snarled the best she could, only to have Sunset slowly lick up the side of her face. Sunset ran a hoof across the dragon’s slit before bringing it up to lick Ember’s taste from it, then rammed her hips forward, cock slipping into that hot scaly cunt, still sopping wet from Ember’s earlier hope-spot. She shivered at the unique feeling of reptilian fuck flesh against her cock and began to hammer forward, syncing with Celestia’s movements to bounce Ember’s hips back and forth between them.

“What percent of students survive training?” Celestia grunted roughly in Gloriosa’s direction, though her gaze was locked on Sunset, savoring it as Sunset finally gave in just a bit to the fun. Celestia grasped her hooves around both Ember and Sunset, feeling Sunset’s hindquarters flex sexily with each shove. Celestia continued to invade Ember’s ass in time with Sunset, their motions slowly speeding up, Celestia’s chair creaking as if it was about to give from the stress, but obviously Council furniture was built to withstand violent sex.

“Oh um, about 75 percent I think?” Gloriosa said with a great deal of uncertainty, then wilted as Celestia’s eyes shifted to look at her again. Celestia didn’t like uncertain answers very much.

“You are so going to die,” Sunset panted at Gloriosa, then turned back to Ember, kissing her mockingly, running her tongue against the dragon’s clenched teeth to feel over her deadly fangs. “Mmm, the vicious predator getting gang-banged by prey, while being filmed so that thousands of other prey can masturbate eagerly to the sight of you dying. I don’t normally eat meat, but I think I might gorge myself on your corpse just for the added irony of it.” She felt herself shivering more with each buck of her hips, already so close to creaming in that, trying desperately to hold back, wanting to save it for when Ember was dying, as impossible as that was going to be.

“No no no,” Photo disagreed with Sunset, “Do not wait until the model is dead, eat her alive! Give into your inner predator and rip her flesh apart! Yes!” Also vore videos sold significantly better if the model being eaten was alive during the process. “And you, dragon! Show Photo Finish something! Show us the utter humiliation in your eyes! The Goddess will likely make your children watch this before they make their own film, so make the last show they ever see a good one! Show them how their worthless mother could not protect them!”

Photo really knew how to get models to react as she wanted. Sure enough, mentioning the imminent murder of her hatchlings got Ember riled up anew, growling through clenched teeth and trying to twist her way out of this. Ember couldn’t stop her own tears, though she had promised herself that she would never cry from non-mating-related pain. She tried to move her claws to attack, but they were stuck crossed in front of her, each digging its claws into the opposite side. Celestia forced one to drag across Ember’s chest, the dragon arching her back and screaming through her teeth as she was forced to rip apart her own scales so that Sunset would be able to get at her delicious dragon flesh.

“She’s right you know,” grunted Celestia to Gloriosa in reference to Sunset’s quip at the mage, “Only sixty percent survive soldier training, why are you using such an easy curriculum?”

“I-I can do better!” begged Gloriosa, “Please... I’ll... have the lowest scoring mages killed to take it down to sixty!”

“That’s not the same as more difficult training,” Celestia chuckled, “You’ve failed your interview, former Mistress of Magic. Stay seated and quiet until I assign someone to your murder.”

Gloriosa started to protest, but realized that there was no changing it. “I will await my fate,” she said hollowly as she stared at the table in front of her with vacant eyes. "You... won't be hurting my family right? I was promised when I was hired that..."

"They will be spared," said Celestia, "But if you insinuate that I or my laws would lie again, it will become far worse for you."

"Forgive me," Gloriosa sighed and looked down at the table to wait.

Celestia continued pounding Ember’s ass, which was now drooling a healthy amount of blood down her balls. She tugged one of Ember’s arms up, using her magic to slice through the hard scales, opening her, then pushing her muzzle into the wound and grabbing a bite of dragon flesh between her teeth, pulling it back and chewing loudly and open-mouthed right next to Ember’s head.

As she did so, Celestia stroked Sunset with one of her hooves, petting the side of her face, though it didn’t look like Sunset recognized it. Celestia looked like a proud mother seeing their infant walk upright for the first time. The room dripped with evil magic, soaking into Sunset’s very bones; surely she would be completely twisted within days.

Sunset got the picture as well, sinking her teeth against the gaping hole in Ember’s chest, her flat teeth awkwardly gripping the flesh, which she licked hungrily as she pried it loose. She chewed open-mouthed too, but right in front of Ember's face. Ember couldn’t make herself look away, watching her own meat devoured by a pony.

Sunset wasn’t as good at Celestia as holding her nut though, and soon squealed in a last ditch attempt to hold it in, blasting a solid gust into the dragon’s now-worthless egg chamber, shaking violently as she forced herself to keep thrusting her sensitive fuck spire inside. She ripped another chunk of flesh loose, talking with her mouth full, “I don’t care if my dick bleeds from overuse, I am going to be fucking you as you as you die, Rape Lord.” She continued to hammer her hips, packing in her first load, Ember’s belly swelling from the surge already, barely leaking out around the vice-tight penetration.

Ember felt her muzzle suddenly released, though not entirely, hitting a stopping point when the dragon tried to open it widely enough to breath flames. She felt Celestia’s breath on the side of her face, whispering, “Beg for the lives of your children."

"What about the 'sparing the family' thing?" Ember snarled, "And besides, I won't give you the pleasure."

Celestia chuckled, "Gloriosa is merely incompetent, but you are at traitor. You ignored Council decisions by doing nothing to stifle the taint that is the male gender." She grinned wickedly, "But if you don't want to beg, that is fine, I'm sure they won't feel unloved when they watch this video and see that their mother was unwilling to beg for their lives."

“Fucking hell,” Ember choked on a sob, much harder to hold it in while pleading, “Please, They have nothing to do with this.... They’re just hatchlings... why would you kill them? What does that possibly get you? What the fuck motive do you even have?” She began to sob outright, “I will do anything, I will die in any horrible torment you want, but please... spare them.”

“Good,” Celestia said while chewing on another chunk of Ember’s arm, “Now apologize to them for your failure to protect them, and for the agonizing deaths they will experience shortly after they finish watching this.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ember screamed being sobs, “I tried to save you, I tried my best, but I failed and I’m so sorry... for what they’ve done to you, and will do to you.”

“Aren’t you going to ask their forgiveness?” Sunset smirked.

“I don’t deserve to ask them for that,” said Ember, accurately enough.

“When is she going to die?” Sunset found herself impatient for such a thing for the first time.

“Now,” smiled Celestia, “Hear that Ember? I’m going to murder you and gobble up your soul into oblivion, the same as I’ll do to your precious children. Can you see their cute little faces in your mind? Imagine those faces frozen in their last moment of terror as their souls were yanked from their bodies.”

The sincere and abject horror on Ember’s face was making it hard for Celestia to hold her own climax, and Sunset felt herself approaching another, so it was time to gut this bitch like she’d done to so many ponies. Celestia formed a sliver of magic, which masterfully rammed into Ember’s gut while Sunset was pulled out to avoid impaling her cock, then ripped it upwards, tearing flesh and muscle apart, even cracking the rib cage open. Still propped with her back to Celestia and front to Sunset, Ember’s internals weren’t going to stay that way for long.

Celestia released Ember’s hands from her control, and Ember was in fact amusing with them. At first she tried to hold her guts in as they sliding grotesquely out, but they kept oozing between the spaces between her arms. Lost in her despair and agony, she reached for the organs that were slipping free, trying to push them back into her gut. Finally she gave up, her arms falling limp at her sides and allowing them to spill freely.

Sunset sat up on her haunches, grasping bits of inner flesh to rub against her chest, stringing Ember’s intestines around her neck playfully, then bringing her liver up to her maw to bite down, ripping more easily into the inner flesh and gnawing hungrily on it. She continued to grab whole organs, then letting them drop half-eaten to the floor. All the time she was still bucking, her cock visible inside Ember’s open gut, sliding through the fuck tunnel and stretching out the back of her already bloated womb, flopping about like a water balloon.

Sunset gave Ember one more mocking kiss, then ripped out her still beating heart, which had been barely hanging in, and stuffing it into Ember’s maw. Ember felt her own heart beat to a stop in her mouth as she continued to watch food feast on her organs, then felt her consciousness fading, the first to die in Celestia's coming genocide.

Celestia creamed a load into what was left of Ember’s dead ass, which was just a strip of intestines, which flew up like a hose and sprayed her cum up into the air, all over Ember’s vacant face, and Sunset as she opened her mouth to get a mouthful, which she gargled before swallowing down.

Sunset creamed hard as well, the already filled egg chamber swelling up more, bursting with a splash of guts and spunk as it was overfilled. Sunset continued to thrust up into the torn flesh. Sunset kissed the corpse deeply, then did the same to Celestia, slurping at her tongue.

It wasn’t quite over for Ember yet though. Her soul wasn’t about to escape to dragoon heaven or wherever she was hoping to go. Celestia’s soul grabbed hold of it, pulling the struggling energy back, slowly encompassing it as it screamed it’s ethereal wail. It fought valiantly for at least a little to escape, but then just like her body, gave in and allowed itself to be pulled in and ripped slowly apart, much slower than she needed to.

At this point Photo Finish was shaking like she was creaming herself every few seconds, cream splattering Roxie in the face, though the assistant barely reacted other than to lick her lips. Photo had fitted the cameras with special lens that she had hoped would pick up Celestia’s signature soul-munching, and it did just that.

“Yes, destroy the model’s very being!” Photo moaned, “Ah yes, that’s it. Rip the screaming soul apart slowly, make it suffer to the bitter end! Ah yes, let me see it squirm!”

Celestia would have normally kept what was left of Ember’s soul encased, but she humored her favorite photographer, allowing it to struggle almost free until it finally gave up, then rolling the shivering sliver as it was devoured to the last drop.

“Yes!” Photo was gasping as if she might just be dehydrating from cumming too much after having created the first soul-vore porn video, with the Dragon Lord as the victim no less. This was going to sell for so fucking much.

Only then did it fully occur to Sunset that it was technically an innocent she just savored the death of, or at least someone that didn’t deserve near what she got. It was just so arousing that she couldn’t stop. She looked at the guts on her hooves, the work of the pony she was going to become whether she wanted to or not. She didn’t want to want to kill innocents, but wasn’t sure how long she could hold her mind when she was already having trouble remembering which ones were innocents.

“You can’t stop it,” Celestia smirked at Sunset, whose mind she could still easily read. "It will take you, and there is nothing you can do about it."

“Was Twilight supposed to kill Moondancer?” said Sunset somewhat out of nowhere as she looked at the others having fun in the room, “Because she has from the looks of it.”

"I swear that bitch will be the death of me," Celestia rolled her eyes and turned around to see.