Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

And now they had a siren. Not just a siren, but one that both wanted Celestia dead and owed them. It had become so frustrating, that one little detail they couldn't iron out. It wasn't perfect, but at least now it would probably work instead of possibly working.

"You," Chrysalis nodded to dragons coming forward down the hall, "Clean her off and take her to a comfortable room. Don't fuck her while she's out. Or when she's awake unless she wants it... which she likely will, being what she is."

“Unbound or gagged, Dragon Lord?” asked one of the dragons. "Sirens can be very dangerous."

“She is not our prisoner,” said Chrysalis, “We can't have her waking up in a holding cell; she needs to perceive us as friends. Keep her in a closed room and make sure its a changeling sitting with her when she wakes up. Doomie if he gets back in one piece, which it seems he will at this point.” It was hard for sirens to get changelings. It wasn't because of individual resistance, but more that their magic only worked on the ones that were hearing them, so the rest of the hive would realize what they did.

“Yes Queen,” the dragon said before together carrying the siren away.

Chrysalis returned to her place in the throne room, waiting for news from another front. She waited through almost a half-hour of silence.

“Chrysalis,” Starlight spoke a second after suddenly flashing into the throne room herself, “Cloudsdale has passed inside our borders, but not yet near any habitations. The spy that warned us about the tainted meat reports that Celestia doesn’t realize the meat plan failed, so they’re in no hurry to get here. Yet, for some reason they have virtually their entire military coming with Cloudsdale. We have no idea why she would do that, but there they are.”

“Could that be any more perfect?” laughed Chrysalis, glad to have a reason to do a villain laugh again; it'd been too long, “And we can still communicate with the city destruct?” Moondancer had rigged up wireless access to all the devices and given the passwords to their fellow conspirators for just this sort of occasion.

“Ready to go,” Starlight grinned, “Just a flick of a switch and everything in and around that city will be dead. Not only that, we can turn off the signal it emits before exploding, so Celestia won’t know that’s what destroyed them.”

“Then flick that switch,” Chrysalis chuckled. She decided to tell Starlight about the siren after the battle was over, else she would run off to fuck it or something, “If the commander survives somehow, bring her to me. There should be a few other survivors since they'll have scouts flying out some distance from the city. Capture them, but let a few go. Tell them to inform Celestia that we destroyed their fortress with our new long-range anti-matter wave canon, which can use to strike any target in our borders.” Chrysalis gave another proper evil laugh; she was on a roll. It didn't matter if her opponent was more evil. It still counted!

"Very well, though..." Starlight hesitated.

"Yes?" Chrysalis tilted her head.

"We have access to all the city detonators," Starlight said, "We could tell them we can hit anywhere in Equestria, and can back up that claim. It'd be a nice backup plan. I mean we don't even know for sure if Celestia will even do as she planned after this long; we may not even get an opportunity for our plan."

"We want them to be afraid of attacking us," said Chrysalis, "But not so backed into a corner that they might try something completely insane." Starlight was great with magic, but she was bad at so many other things, and commanding a military was one of those things.

"Well it's something to keep in mind at any rate," said Starlight, "If we don't get our chance with the plan, or if someone else we don't like gets in charge, we have this. Why rule two kingdoms when you can rule three, right?" She grinned, but half-way through her evil laugh she stopped because Chrysalis was staring at her. So not fair.

"Starlight, ruling them by itself gives me nothing," Chrysalis explained again, "I need them to love me. Blowing up Cloudsdale in defense of my kingdom is one thing, because they can blame Celestia, but blasting cities offensively will make it impossible to get what I need from them. Secondly, I do not want to kill that many ponies if I do not have to. I'm not that evil."

"So have some other made up thing do it and 'save' them," Starlight shrugged.

"Starlight," Chrysalis' voice echoed, and they were both silent for a few seconds.

Starlight relented, "Fine, I'll make sure everything is done as you say."

"Thank you," Chrysalis said, and watched the unicorn poof away. She really wished that their plan didn't absolutely require Starlight.

"I agree," answered Chrysalis to the hive, "We need to keep eyes on that one."

When Sonata woke up in a soft bed, she half expected to find Aria and Adagio beside her. She reached around for a few seconds before it started to come back to her. The last thing she felt was herself falling into a lake.

“You’re awake?” a voice from across the dark room, “Are you well?”

“Why are you in a dark corner,” Sonata groaned, sitting up and leaning against the wall, still plenty exhausted.

“I didn’t want to startle you,” the voice said, “I wanted you to know I’m your friend before you saw me.”

“Okay?” Sonata grumbled, clearly not in the mood for any sort of friend.

Doomie stepped forward out of the shadows, taking a deep breath and sitting next to her bed. “Um, hi.”

“Huh? Why do you think you're scary?” Sonata grumbled, “Who are you? I was told Celestia killed all of you guys.”

“Doomie,” he said, “And she missed a few. Either way, I have the awkward task of greeting you, as everyone important is... busy.”

“All I care about is where Aria is,” Sonata sighed, “Did she get away?”

“No, I’m sorry,” Doomie said, “Celestia killed her.” The word ‘brutally’ was implied.

“Did she suck out her soul?” Sonata started to tear up, shivering as she backed against the corner atop the bed.

“She did I'm afraid, I’m really sorry,” Doomie said.

Sonata screamed in a sudden fit of rage, the bed she was on literally igniting. Doomie backed right back into his corner with wide eyes as the bed literally shattered, then Sonata began to smash pieces of it against the wall while still screaming, then when none were big enough, she grabbed the table and lamp beside the bed to smash them as well.

Doomie didn't try and stop her; he knew what it was like to lose friends, several thousand times over, so he let her get it out. He just lit up his horn to replace the light she broke and waited. Eventually she did stop, flopping onto the floor and sobbing bitterly. Doomie tried to get closer, but had to back up again, Sonata's aura was full of so much rage and despair that it literally burned to get close to her.

"I'm all alone," sobbed Sonata, “And that bitch is gonna let them rot for spite... they’ll be eaten by maggots.”

“Ah,” Doomie gave the slightest of smiles, “It’s not that bad at least, our spy says Aria and Adagio are being kept fully preserved on the corpse pile, so their bodies can be retrieved fully intact later. Most likely.” If they didn't have to blow up the capital city again. "I know that's still not good news but, I'm afraid it's the best I have right now."

“She’s still gonna get to fuck them a bunch; she doesn't deserve to touch them. What do you want from me?” Sonata knew no one would help a crazed fuck-demon without reason, “And does it involve ending Celestia’s smug face?”

“It doesn’t involve that, yes,” Doomie smiled a bit more, moving very slowly closer, ready to jump back if Sonata's aura flared up again, “See I represent the dragons in addition to the changelings, both of whom are currently dancing in the ruins of Celestia’s incinerated Cloud Fortress. Together we’ve formed a plan to stop Celestia, and it might have worked, but there was a bit of a kink that lowered our success probability by quite a lot.”

“A kink?” Sonata tilted her head.

“Not the good kind,” clarified Doomie, moving a bit closer, but not daring to attempt to hug or even touch her, “Basically we need someone that is absolutely loyal to Celestia to stop obeying Celestia. Our only option right now is to cast a spell on them on the fly and hope it’s powerful enough, and it would have to be done with Celestia very close by, which means she may notice it, and even if she didn't notice the casting, they wouldn't act the same so Celestia might realize. But we had a stroke of luck, as this individual is currently separated from Celestia and will be for many more weeks; we have that whole time to get her under our control without Celestia knowing. And unlike our spell, she won’t act strange while under your influence. Your magic changes a pony's physical mind more than it possesses them, so Celestia won't detect it.”

“This one will kill Celestia?” Sonata asked.

“It’s a lot more complicated than that,” Doomie chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t think I fully understand it myself, but the Queen Dragon Lord and Master Mage will give you the details once they’re done with their current tasks.”

“Aw, nothing to do until then?” Sonata grumbled, sounding a bit more like herself again, perhaps wanting to get her mind off less pleasant things.

"Uh sit together or talk, or do whatever you want, I guess," said Doomie awkwardly. "I can have them bring us a new bed and stuff... this is so weird." And it was; a situation like this almost never ended without someone getting fucked or killed.

Fleetfoot flew well ahead of the fortress, looking out over the horizon. She looked down at the device she held with her front hooves, then back to the horizon. That wasn’t right. The device read no targets at all. Even if most of the poison was very effective, not everyone would have eaten it, and not everyone that did would be dead yet.

It wasn’t broken, because it was picking up other life forms. Every tracker connected to the city magic core was doing this, but it didn’t matter one way of another. They had a city full of soldiers and the best weapons ready to launch. Too many weapons, if anything.

Or they did have them. Fleetfoot heard the growing boom behind her, turning around, watching in shock as the entire air fortress literally shattered into a rainbow ball of death, entire buildings disintegrating in seconds as it blasted outward.

Fleetfoot had no time to wonder what the fuck happened. She turned and flew as fast as she could. She had been lucky that she was so far ahead, but from the looks of it, everyone in and around the city were goners, which would be almost the entire Equestria military. The only survivors would be her, her four guards, and any scouts that were out of range.

The impact wave struck, eyes flooded with color as she felt her body scorched. The magical armor provided some protection, but she felt the feathers on her wings literally catch ablaze, and all she could do was barrel roll towards the ground, unable to see and gagging violently.

And then suddenly in a flash, she was near the surface, slowed down, and placed on the ground, no longer on fire. In front of her was...

“The former Mistress of Magic?” Fleetfoot gagged as her sight started to come back, “I thought you were dead... thanks for rescuing me at least.”

“Oh oh oh,” Starlight laughed, “I’m not here to rescue you, Commander. I’m here to escort you to your execution. Afterward perhaps I’ll make some Empire-building plots of my own.”

Fleetfoot felt her body surrounded by magically held ropes, quickly tying her in a hog tie before Starlight walked up closer, and laying on her back, atop her still-scorched wings.

“What are you doing?” Fleetfoot growled, “Why are you siding with the dragons?”

“Actually, I mostly work for the changelings,” Starlight answered. “Though I did help the dragons get rid of that tainted meat you sent.”

Starlight laughed at the stunned expression on Fleetfoot’s face, but had no time for this. She teleported them both into the throne room, dropping her on the stone floor right in front of the throne.

“Meet the Commander!” said Starlight, “Everything went great, easily over a 99% kill rate.”

Starlight didn’t wait for an ‘that’s good’ or anything else. She immediately teleported away again, wanting to find a survivor to torture if she could. They never let her torture anyone around here.

“Commander Fleetfoot,” Chrysalis grinned, “I know all about you and your mission. I know how you were ordered to steal our children so that Celestia could play fuck-games with them. And in case you're wondering, yes, half of those hatchlings are literally my children, though I consider them all such."

Fleetfoot didn’t bother trying to deny her mission, but... “Wait. you're the wife she mentioned? You’re not even alive!”

Chrysalis grasped Fleetfoot by the tail, dragging her behind as she went to exit the throne room, which did no favors for those wings. “Yes indeed, I died at Canterlot,” Chrysalis continued, “At least according to your Empress, but I’m afraid that Empress was a spy.”

“The Empress was a spy for the changelings and dragons?” Fleetfoot said, between gritting her teeth, feathers coming off her wings as they went along, each movement sending shots of pain through her, “That’s ridiculous!” She started to breathe more heavily, “Look, I know what we were doing is bad, but look at it from my point of view. You know what Celestia does to those that disobey or just disappoint her!"

“How about you look at it from my point of view,” growled Chrysalis, dragging Fleetfoot down a winding length of stair now, Fleetfoot grunting with each step as she repeatedly hit her head, “I’m not even really mad at you, you’re just another coward hiding behind her job.”

Fleetfoot couldn’t do much more than grunt until they finally arrived at another hallway, “How did you know about the meat? The Empress didn’t know that until the meeting, and she’s been in the dungeon ever since!”

“Oh she wasn’t the only spy in the room,” Chrysalis grinned, going towards a door at the end of the hall, “Can you guess who?”

“Limestone?” asked Fleetfoot.

“That is the obvious choice amongst the survivors I guess,” Chrysalis laughed, “I’m afraid it was the least obvious choice. We didn’t even intend for her to be our spy at first, but she’s just so very good at her job that she found us out, so we had to make a deal. Turns out the deal was very good for us.”

“That psychotic fashionista?” Fleetfloot blinked, “But she’s the closest thing Celestia has to a friend! And she’s as psychotic as Celestia herself! Why would she help?”

“She might be as bad, but Miss Finish isn't trying to rule and doing a shitty job at it,” Chrysalis started to unlock the door, “She doesn't even want to rule. She's helping us in exchange for exclusive rights to film Celestia’s execution. She intends to sell it for millions and retire.” she chuckled as she opened the door, “You know, it just occurred to me that the good guy is telling the bad guy her evil plan. Unique twist isn’t it? I’m just glad that at least once during all this, I got to tell the plan to someone and then leave them in a completely unmonitored trap."

“This is stupid,” said Fleetfoot, “The palace is chucked full of defense systems, how would she get her information out?”

“You mean those defense systems that were designed by the Empress?” smirked Chrysalis.

She tossed Fleetfoot into the room, which appeared to be specially set up just for this occasion. Fleetfoot was tossed onto what looked like a giant plate in the middle, which immediately set off some very obvious alarms in her head. Sure enough, looking around, were six little hatchlings, three looking significantly older than the others, but both seeming to recognize what was happening, staring at Fleetfoot with hateful eyes.

There was also... was that the old Mistress of Whispers? With a collar that said... Property of Ember, oh dear. She was sitting amongst the hatchlings and stroking one’s head, looking no less angry.

Fleetfoot looked back up at Chrysalis, "Why are the dragons doing what you say?"

"Because I'm the Dragon Lord," smirked Chrysalis.

"You conquered the entire dragon kingdom in the time since Ember was killed?" Fleetfoot asked."Without us even noticing?"

"Conquered?" laughed Chrysalis, "Goodness no. I won the Gauntlet fair and square."

"What the fuck is a Gauntlet?" Fleetfoot almost screamed.

But Chrysalis was no longer answering questions. “I’d like to introduce you to the hatchlings that you were going to have raped to death, Ember's children, also my children. And unlike ponies their age, these hatchlings understand everything I just said,” Chrysalis grinned widely, her magic pulling away the ropes from Fleetfoot’s legs, shredding apart her uniform as well and tossing it in a corner to leave her bare, “Did you know that even at their immature age, dragons can get surprisingly aroused? That and Ember’s pet here put a little something in their cheerios this morning. Have fun getting to know them.” She then looked to the hatchlings, “Now you be good and clean your plate of all the food. And I mean all of it.”

“Yes mama,” the hatchlings said, nearly in sync.

Chrysalis hmmed. She considered staying, but repeatedly getting impregnated and popping out eggs at a magically accelerated rate could take a toll on one’s libido. Right after this battle, if it could even be called that as one-sided as it was, they had scheduled yet another competition to decide who got to fuck a batch into her next. So she just gave one last smirk, slamming the door, and locking it behind her.

Fleetfoot staggered to her feet, whole body aching, wings now missing most feathers both from the blast and being dragged across the floor and down stairs. She looked around, hyperventilating as the hatchings came closer, no larger than foals, but foals didn’t have teeth and claws either.

“Look, I didn’t want to hurt them, I swear!” Fleetfoot said to Molly, “I was forced to, tortured even!”

“Did she force you to take credit for Mistress’s good plans and make her look bad?” Molly frowned, “And you are rude! Talking to me about them like they aren’t here! That's racist.”

‘They’ had now approached Fleetfoot, but were all encircling her, standing close enough for her to feel their breath on her, but not attacking.

“I guess she didn’t force that, no,” Fleetfoot sighed, tears streaking down her face, “They’re just standing there...”

“Prey bastes in fear. Makes yummy,” one spoke with a higher-pitched vaguely male dragon voice that would have been cute in another situation.

“Kind food plays with mean food first,” added another more feminine sounding growl.

Molly rose from her seat, trotting over to Fleetfoot, the dragons making a path for her before surrounding them both, “I want you to know that I’m not weird like you. I don’t hurt ponies for no reason, I never even watched Mistress eat...but I’m making an exception.”

She grabbed Fleetfoot by the throat in a display of violence uncharacteristic of the mellow pony, pinning her onto her back, She then turned to one of the hatchlings and asked nicely, “You have the strap on, sweetie?”

The little one nodded and handed Molly a rather wicked looking one. It had shafts for pussy and ass, each shaft looking metallic in nature and covered with tiny ridges that looked like they’d cause a thousand paper cuts inside her. Not only that, but from the smell, they’d be coated in salt and vinegar. On Molly’s side, there was a shaft for her as well, very draconic in nature, no doubt a type Molly had learned to love, split to give her a fit up both holes as well, howbeit a much more comfortable one.

“You’re gross,” Molly said, “I don’t want my fun parts touching yours, so we’re using this thing I borrowed from Starlight's box of ouch-toys. She shouldn't mind; she has plenty more.”

Molly slipped on the strap-on, purring just a bit as she pushed the fleshy dragon dongs into herself, then tied the harness about her hips. The hatchlings seemed to be all for a pre-meal show as well. One of the males was already climbing up atop one of his sisters for a good mount while they watched. He pushed her tail out of the way, the squish of penetration audible as he pushed into her. The female looked a bit annoyed at him, but not enough to push him off; she was a good little future-egg-factory.

Fleetfoot lay there on her back, hind and front legs crossed as if that would do any good, tears streaming down her face, hyperventilating and trying desperately to think of something, anything she could say to prevent this, or at least make it somewhat less painful. She couldn’t even say ‘you’d do the same thing in my place’ because Molly was one of the few ponies left that wouldn’t have.

Molly mmphed a bit, wriggling her plot about to feel the dragon dildos shift about inside of her, then pushed Fleetfoot’s hind legs apart. Fleetfoot tried to close them again, but they were grabbed by cute little underage dragon claws and forced to stay apart, another set grabbing her forelegs to pull them apart as well, including the female hatchling currently getting dicked by her brother. Her wings were pinned easily enough as well as the dragons were standing on them, little feet claws digging into the charred appendages, and probably couldn't have moved anyway.

“You know, why didn’t your parents call you Fleethoof instead of Fleetfoot?” Molly randomly asked, but didn’t give her enough time to form an answer before pushing her hips forward. Fleetfoot felt her holes invaded, salty metal grinding against her soft flesh. Her barely damp pussy was soon much more wet as the metal slivers sliced into her sensitive inner walls, the metal dildo piercing up through her cervix with its sharp tip, her whole fuck tunnel stinging. Her asshole clenched even tighter, and thus got torn up even more, its own jagged tip forcing its way through the wall of her intestines into her gut.

Fleetfoot screamed, arching her back and thrashing to get away, but was held tightly by tiny knife-like claws that sliced deeply into her legs. She clenched her teeth, choking on sobs immediately, and trying not to yell from the intense salted pain that flooded her system. It was no good; each thrust was punctuated by a wail from Fleetfoot, as Molly’s belly smacked her own.

Not having to do anything to hold the writhing body beneath her, Molly took Fleetfoot’s head in her front hooves, kissing her passionately for a moment, letting the shivers from her sobs and screams pass down through her, all the way into her sopping wet tunnel as it clenched the replica dragon shaft, her ass clamped tightly around its partner within her asshole. Both penetrations felt all the more amazing with her being hyped up on her candy as she was. She took a moment to just enjoy the suffering in Fleetfoot’s eyes, a rare indulgence for the sweet little rave pony.

Molly shook violently, hammering her hips now, blood sloshing out of Fleetfoot’s fuck holes with each jerk back. The hatchlings watched her with interest, politely waiting for the nice food to get off on the mean food before starting their meal. That the nice food did, squealing happily as her pussy convulsed around the rubber shaft inside her, cunt honey pouring out from behind the harness, happy that none of the pleasure of her exploding pussy was transferring to the one beneath her.

She finally panted to a stop as her convulsions slowed, pulling herself back, both razor shafts covered with Fleetfoot’s blood. She sat up on her haunches, turning her body away as she didn’t actually want to see a pony get eaten, and undoing the straps on her toy.

Fleetfoot had little time to anticipate her imminent devouring, the little hatchlings all over her as soon as Molly withdrew. The little ones had been taught very well, as the first damage they went for was digging their little dagger claws into her legs at the knees, slicing through the tendons there to hamstring their prey. They didn't expect her to run, but her kicking was a bit annoying, and Fleetfoot found trying to kick a lot more useless, and a great deal more painful. She finally just lay back and sobbed, waiting for the hundreds of little teeth to rip her apart.

They were no less interested in playing with their food than adults though it seemed. Two males snarled at each other as they fought over her bleeding nethers, one finally dominating the other and pulling himself up upon her belly. He pushed his throbbing little dragon meats into Fleetfoot’s ravaged holes, making her twitch as the barest touch against that torn and flavored inner flesh was excruciating. The loser grabbed hold of a hind leg in all fours, his own little dicks throbbing against her as he ripped a strip of flesh from the leg with her teeth.

“Please don’t drag this out!” begged Fleetfoot.

“Oh they won’t drag it out,” assured Molly, "But they won't hurry it either; they just sorta eat what they wanna eat and let you die when you die. It’s not different to them than eating a salad is for us... well... except I guess we don’t fuck the salad, but we would if salads had fuck-able parts!”

Even as Molly was jabbering about fucking salads, Fleetfoot’s vision was obscured as another male clung to her face. Again quite good at what they did, he grasped his front claws about the edges of her jaw so she couldn’t bite down, then pushed his twin pulsing fuck sticks into her. They tasted like he was the one to get a quickie in on his sister before, but all Fleetfoot could do was gag violently as he stretched out her neck with his respectable size.

As for the little hatchling femmes, while they hadn’t chugged any futa potions, they were pretty riled up. One bent one of her forelegs back, straining before she managed to snap it just above the wrist. She then pointed the hoof up and sat on it, straining again to force her hatchling-cunt around the hoof, then squealing happily as her little hips started to bounce. She leaned forward and began to tear strips out of her upper fore leg and shoulder as she humped.

A female on her other side cracked her wing several times, a more easy break to make with the more fragile wing bones. She seemed like she’d done this before, carefully ripping out one of the bones in the middle, wrapping the flesh about it so that she had herself a soft feathered dildo. She grabbed it in her tail, then leaned forward to tear at the wing meat as she alternately pushed her makeshift dildo into one hole and then the other.

A third hatchling didn’t seem interested in getting her cunt stuffed, and already had her brother’s spunk drooling out both of her fuck holes anyway, so she moved to Fleetfoot’s belly. Pushing the chest of her brother that was fucking Fleetfoot out of the way a bit, she tore into the choice breast meat, tearing a chunk and enjoying how the spongey wet flesh came apart in her maw.

Though Molly wasn't one to watch, the hatchlings did make adorable grunts and squeaks when they ate, compared to the adults at least, so she found herself glancing over anyway. Finally she decided she wanted in, in a less evil way, so moved behind the hatchling that was digging into Fleetfoot’s breast meat. She grasped the little one’s hindquarters, moving her muzzle up to the sperm drooling slit and giving her a deep lick. She wrapped her tail around Molly’s head as she began to eagerly eat the little one out, view of the carnage now mostly obscured by the little one’s behind.

The dragons were hair-triggers, doing nothing to hold themselves longer; it was just food. The one laying into Fleetfoot’s cunt and ass splattered his seed deeply as his respectable length could, and that was plenty deep to sting against her wounded insides. No sooner was he pulled free and gnawing on her free hind leg, than the one on her first leg replaced him, ramming his eager little boners into his supper, enjoying the spastic convulsions around him and rubbing his brother’s burning sperm into the wounds as he chaffed them more.

Halfway done boning her throat, the other male slipped, ramming one of his prey-fuckers up her nostril lnstead, blood gushing from her nose as he rammed it up into her sinuses, causing her to scream a fresh over the one in her throat, and sending him over as well. Cum sprayed out her other nostrils, and she was pretty sure that she was crying a bit of cum too, the other bit rushing down her belly before he pulled free.

Fleetfoot screamed in frustration as soon as she could. Almost all the hatchlings were consuming flesh from her limbs; she wanted them to gut her and get it over with. Even the one gnawing on her breasts wasn’t digging any deeper for the time being.

A female grabbed her head next, pushing herself against her so that Fleetfoot’s upper muzzle was pushed into the little one’s fresh little reptile cunt, the lower muzzle pushed up her ass. She began rolling her hips, enjoying how Fleetfoot could still scream at full volume and send the vibrations right where she wanted it, and ripping into her mane to bare her skull of mane or flesh.

The dragons were fast eaters, and Fleetfoot felt her limbs slowly grow numb as they were completely picked clean of flesh by the swarm of hungry, horny children. They didn’t stop at the bones being bared, starting to eat her appendages down from the tip to base, crunching even her bones into dust and swallowing it.

Even as much as they’d gorged themselves already, not a single hatchling looked plump from the eating. Their breath was unnaturally hot of course, but so were their bellies when Fleetfoot felt them against her, like the magic fire inside them was incinerating her flesh into raw energy for use later, allowing them to eat and eat without a single swollen belly.

Of course her holes got no rest, every male having her on both ends at least once, and most females as well. Fleetfoot actually gave a sigh of relief when one finally put their maw to her cunt instead of their dicks. He grabbed hold of her tasty cunt flesh, ripping upwards across her belly, coming off at her hollowed out breasts. Another female grabbed hold of the side of her slit, ripping off the rest of her labia and chewing it slowly to enjoy the taste. Fleetfoot’s flesh was ripped off moving upwards, little maws pulling out her intestines, fighting over strips when they each got one end, wanting to taste the cream-filled guts. A female got her womb, ripping it out before her siblings could and tearing into it, her brothers’ seed drooling down her face as she messily devoured it.

There wouldn’t be anything left of Fleetfoot, even her skull would be crushed and turned into magical dragon shit. Molly knew that and that it’d take them a while, so she spent some time helping via eating out hatchlings from behind. Even the males enjoyed a nice pony tongue up their assholes.

Fleetfoot barfed up one more fountain of blood before she shook violently in her death throes. The dragons didn’t seem to care one way or another, one of the males even crawling up onto her dead face and beginning to fuck her throat again. Her rib cage was quickly hollowed out, pelvis completely consumed bone and all by the time it was, and they finally started tearing at her neck now that it was too late for that to be a mercy.

Molly licked her lips as she pulled her muzzle back from a male dragon, and began to watch them feast more closely. It didn’t feel as wrong to watch them when they were raping and eating a cadaver instead of a living pony, so she may as well watch until Chrysalis got back.

Molly giggled as one of the males moved up behind her, raising her tail to allow him entry, spreading her hind legs wide into a split, supporting her upper half on bent forelegs. The dragon eagerly pushed inside of her, grunting as his adorable cocks were squeezed by the fuck slut he was pounding.

The others began to take less interest in Fleetfoot, soon only three of them continuing the consumption, working together to bite down on her skull and crack it, then sucking out the brains as they oozed through the cracks before pulling the skull apart, eating chunks of flesh as they finished her and then licked her blood from the plate.

Molly expected to have a bit of a cuddle and maybe get gang-banged by the little tykes, but that’s not exactly what she got, as she suddenly felt claws grasping her legs, and tearing the tendons out from the back of her knee just as they had with Fleetfoot. She shrieked, flailing her forelegs about, which only allowed them to quickly hamstring her front legs as well.

“No! You’re not supposed to eat me!” screamed Molly as she panicked and tried pointlessly to flail about in some useful manner, the first male still clinging to her behind and ramming his cocks home.

“Mommy said clean whole plate of food,” one of the little females said, “Kind food is on plate. Kind food is cleaned off.”

“And kind food takes lots of fun candy,” said another, “Food will have tangy insides.”

“No no this can’t be happening!” Molly shrieked as she felt the first feel of teeth slicing into her legs, trying to jerk them away, but easily held, “Chrysalis!” she screamed as loudly as she could, “Chrysalis they’re eating me! Chrysalis tell them to stop!” She quieted down and just started to sob as she realized no one would hear her, everyone too busy cleaning up the battle to come here before its done. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be eaten by dragon foals...”

She felt her body shake with pain as more chunks were torn away. She didn’t have two extra like the pegasus, so hers were getting stripped a bit more quickly. The first male creamed his load into her, a new one taking his place just as they had done with Fleetfoot. That part still felt good, so she tried to concentrate on it.

“Please show kind food mercy and kill her quickly?” Molly asked hopefully.

The only answer she got was for a pair of cocks that tasted like her pussy and ass to be shoved into her muzzle. She reflexively slapped her tongue around them, even bobbing her head as much as she could, her very nature not allowing her to disappoint even her killers when it came to sex. It wasn’t their fault they ate ponies after all.

She clenched her pussy as well, rolling it back and forth over the shaft inside her, clenching her ass down like a vice as well. Unfortunately for her, this didn’t help her, because the young dragons liked that enough that they weren’t going to eat something that would make it stop until they were out of other somethings.

It was surreal to watch her own leg be eaten, first flesh stripped away, muscles and tendons, then bone broken off in bits. They didn’t tend to rip the limbs off before eating them, so she felt every surge of pain from every bite on every limb, but all she could do was thrash and sob pitifully. One of them licking her face for her tears didn’t help, though he at least did it to actually taste them, not to enjoy her suffering.

Molly had a pang of hope as the door unlocked and Chrysalis stuck her head in. Her muzzle was currently getting used to fuck underage dragon puss, but she bellowed out, expecting Chrysalis to pull them off of her.

Instead, Chrysalis look thoughtful for a moment, then realization hit her, “Oh... you’re not eaten as much because they ate you one at a time instead of together. Right. I’ll give you little ones a bit more time.” With that she shut the door and locked it once again.

What? But Chrysalis wouldn't have Molly killed! Chrysalis would never hurt her children!

Then the realization hit her: Chrysalis saw Molly as a pet, not a child. Still, Chrysalis’ betrayal send spasms of agony through her that were entirely unrelated to her present state of being consumed. She had heard Chrysalis say that she only kept Molly because Ember liked her so much, but she didn’t think she meant it in quite so horrible a way.

Finally Molly just laughed hysterically, making the hatchling at her muzzle roll her eyes back and twitch a bit. She laughed until her lungs gave from exhaustion, even as she was rolled over onto her back so the hatchlings could more easily tear into her breast meat, and then just went limp. She just stared at the ceiling, barely making a move even as the pain washed through her in an endless loop. Even the parts that were gone still hurt like they were still being actively chewed on, as if her brain was just playing the last thing it felt on repeat. Fucking phantom limb syndrome.

She didn’t watch herself get gutted, though she did see two of them fighting over a strand of cum-drooling intestines, and one of the males fucking another cum-drooling strand. One ripped out her womb, rammed his cocks through it, then he and two of the females ate it of his dicks like very slimy cotton candy.

It could have been worse; at least she wasn’t being killed by someone evil. It was just part of nature, and she liked nature. She felt her breathe suddenly taken away as her lungs were jerked free of her gutted torso, the last thing she saw a hatchling giving her a smooch so they could lick out the blood and cum mix pooled in her muzzle.

Chrysalis opened the door again, finding the hatchlings almost finished with their meal, Molly’s head painted with a smile like she thought dying was hiliarious, her shoulders and top of her rib cage just about all that was left.

“Well that’s one high-maintenance object out of my mane,” Chrysalis smirked. “Hmm...”

It had been a while since she had indulged, so she trotted into the room herself, sitting up on her haunches and grasping Molly’s head, twisting it to snap it free, “Mommy’s going to have some brief fun with this part, dearies.” They didn’t seem to mind, fighting over the other remains; one female managed to get most of it by cracking a few heads until none of her other siblings wanted to fight her over that piece. Chrysalis let them fight; that was good for little dragons.

Chrysalis placed the head so it looked up at her, then pushed her shaft into the neck, sliding it out through the open muzzle, which still had blood and cum pooled within. She relaxed, watching her tip push through and out the muzzle again and again.

Chrysalis didn’t kill her for fun or spite. It was more putting down a pet she couldn’t keep. With Ember gone, no one else wanted to care for her, and they couldn’t let her go because she knew too much. Besides, she wasn’t going to keep something around that hurt to look at, reminding her of Ember every time. So down the dragons’ gullet it was.

She purred, moving her relaxed pace faster, the hatchling patiently waiting for Mommy to finish fucking their meal, ready to fight over the second it hit the floor. When Chrysalis blew her load, all the hatchlings opened their mouths and caught as much of Mommy’s seed as they could as it blasted over them, licking their lips.

“Ah, so relaxing. I needed that,” sighed Chrysalis, allowing Molly’s head to fall off of her cock with a lewd slurp, swarmed by her children before it even hit the floor.

The location for Twilight’s punishment was the one that would hurt her the most, the Golden Oaks Library, as no one had gotten around to blowing it up. It was covered in a shield and monitoring system that only allowed Twilight and the maid helping her inside. It was a full-proof system... designed by Moondancer, which meant if someone knew the right code, she may as well have been guarded with a wall of wet cardboard.

Twilight was strapped into the comfiest chair she’d ever seen, or maybe she just forgot what comfy chairs were like. She was wired up so that a tube pumped food down her throat and a hole in the chair took away the result of said food, the food being heavily medicated to keep the setup from being the least bit painful. It even had a switch on one side to turn Twilight on and off. Each night she’d be turned off so she would enter a magical sleep, dreamless to eliminate the chance of nightmares, and every morning she’d be turned back on, feeling rested and healthy.

Every morning the maid would pick out one of Twilight’s favorite books, whether Daring Do or a book on ancient history. All day, Twilight would be taunted as the book was held inches from her face, the maid giving her time to read each page before turning the page. Twilight didn’t do any reading with the special mind-fuck she had. Sometimes she thought she could make out a few words, but that usually was just more of a taunt if she recognized them from a part that she liked. This would happen all day, even the maid was fed with a tube so she didn’t have to stop to eat. Then at night the maid would go home and leave Twilight in a peaceful sleep.

It was utter torment, taunted day after day by the one thing she missed. Why did they take her books? They took everything else, why couldn't they at least leave her books? She had so many she wanted to read, so many she wanted to write. She wasn't angry at Celestia over it, because she honestly believed that this was what she deserved, so her mind burned with anger at herself.

But one morning, Twilight felt herself waking up, but the person she saw wasn’t her regular maid. It was a human of all things, with long flowing hair and an outfit so hot that it made nudity seem boring. At first she thought she was dreaming, but how could that be? The human carefully tugged at the tube, pulling it gently away from Twilight’s face, drawing the tube from her throat like a sated cock.

“Hello Twilight, I’m Sonata! I’m a friend and fellow raving cock slut,” Sonata told her, “I’m here to give you what you want most.”

“How are you a human? And where is my torturer?” Twilight demanded, terrified that this would result in more punishment if Celestia found out that Twilight had dared to be helped.

“There are humans in Equestria too,” Sonata claimed, “We’re just rare. It’s hard to survive without magic!” And she wanted Twilight to think she wasn’t magical. She wanted as little resistance as possible.

“Celestia always knows,” Twilight’s voice quivered, then randomly added, "I like your slutty outfit, that skirt looks easy to remove quickly... may not even have to remove it, just push it up a few inches and go to town."

“Part of your punishment is her not knowing, remember?” Sonata petted the side of Twilight’s face, for some reason almost singing her words. “She’s not just absent, she’s actively avoiding you... and thank you, I'm glad you noticed how fuckable I am!”

“What are you going to do to me?” Twilight asked slowly, “And why are you doing it?” Celestia put her in this torment; it felt somehow morally wrong to Twilight that it had stopped.

“Why doesn’t matter,” Sonata smiled, “Just consider me your new warden. I’ll come in every day, and hold up books for you just as she did, but I will also sing you the words.” She added, “I can even do other things for you! Fun things for sluts like you and me!”

“Other things...” Twilight repeated. She wondered if they were using magic on her, but surely they couldn’t be. She was just a human, and even magical humans couldn’t do much. “Is this a trick from Celestia?”

“Are you saying Celestia lied when she said nothing like this would happen?” asked Sonata, fake-frowning, “She’d be so hurt to hear you say that.”

“No!” Twilight became defensive at the idea that she thought bad about her mentor and goddess. “I know she wouldn’t lie!”

“Shhh,” Sonata put a finger to Twilight’s lips, “How about we get to know each other a little better. You can think it over.”

Sonata pulled herself up to Twilight, knees on the cushion to put them between Twilight’s hind legs, settling her top between Twilight’s front legs. Twilight looked uncomfortable when it looked like Sonata was going to have slow gentle sex with her, but looked a bit more receptive when she felt Sonata’s fingernails dig into her flanks like claws, moaning as if she’d just been rammed up the ass. It’d been too long since she had been allowed to feel pain.

“Yes! Brutalize me!” begged Twilight. She didn’t care that the weirdo human was humming the whole time.

Sonata’s shaft pushed out against Twilight’s belly, writhing against her belly as it throbbed. Twilight thought nothing of Sonata having a dick, futa potions were abundant. And she wasn’t wrong, since Sonata had taken a potion to make her cock have a bit more bite than usual, hard with barbs and ridges along its length, promising to tear apart every hole Twilight had.

“Oh yes!” Twilight arched her back, “I want fucked with that!”

Sonata slid off the seat onto her knees in front of the seat, pulling Twilight’s hips to the edge, then pushing into that sweet purple pussy. Though it had been dry when she woke, she was already drooling honey as Sonata forced herself in, barbs dragging against those fragile walls, sending waves of agony up through Twilight with each stroke in or out.

No more than three thrusts and Twilight was already creaming herself hard, all that pent up slut burning in those thighs to get out. They drooled down Sonata’s thighs to the floor, puddling there as she continued to hammer inside. She ripped into Twilight’s womb, belly finally hitting Twilight’s as she rammed the back wall.

“That’s it you disgusting hairless ape!” Twilight moaned, “Fill this worthless cunt with your rape juice!”

That’s just what Sonata did, even if it wasn’t really rape juice. She pumped seed into Twilight’s womb, allowing it to balloon up before suddenly jerking free, spraying the remainder on Twilight’s face. Twilight squealed as she opened her muzzle to catch as much as she could, slurping it up desperately as if she were dying of thirst.

Perhaps Sonata had a bit of pent up energy herself, because she really was getting into this ‘being nice’ to Twilight. She knew this was Celestia’s little whore, and she wanted to take that away from the tyrant more than anything, just like Aria had been taken from her, but knew she had to hold back if she wanted real revenge. And besides, making this whore her own was a worse punishment for Celestia than killing her.

Either way, that anger helped Sonata go about the call of duty. Sonata ripped her shaft out of Twilight’s cunt, her cum spilling out and over her cock as she forced it into Twilight’s asshole. She shoved as hard as she could, slamming belly deep on the first thrust and hammering long strokes after, ripping at Twilight’s asshole just like she had her pussy. She grabbed Twilight’s throat with one hand, nails digging into her neck until blood drooled down the pony’s torso, then balled up her fist on the other hand. She began wailing on Twilight’s orgasmic face, again and again.

“You’ll get what you deserve you nasty little cum cacther!” Sonata growled, spit landing on Twilight’s face as she moaned. That was the good thing about this job; for once letting herself get out of hand was conductive to her mission. She had Starlight to heal the damage if she went too far.

Twilight came another two times before Sonata was feeling it building to blast Twilight’s asshole. By the time she did, Sonata was panting from the constant wailing on Twilight’s face. Because of how low she was keeping her raw power to avoid detection, it actually was a bit exhausting.

Fortunately, the bruises had only covered one of Twilgith’s eyes with the black and blue swelling. She finished blasting a load into Twilight’s asshole, then yanked herself back to let that flood out all over the floor too. That was quite a mess to clean up.

“No! Don’t stop!” Twilight begged, “Hurt me!”

“You’ll get more,” Sonata assured as she stood up, “Every morning, I will rape and beat the living shit out of you. Then I’ll sing books to you, any book in this library that you want me to. When we stop for meals, you’ll eat raw pony flesh. Then at the end of the day, I’ll leave you here awake, to fall asleep on your own and have terrible dreams.” Sonata smiled, “Sound like a plan?”

“Fuck yes that sounds like a plan!” Twilight groaned, creaming herself a fourth time just from hearing the idea.

Sonata smiled to herself. Several weeks, fucking a sex demon every morning and listening to her sing all day. By the end of this month, Twilight would be more Sonata’s than anyone ever had been.