Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Celestia was not having a good time since her return.

She’d lost an entire city and most of her military to some new dragon super-weapon, all her children were murdered before she could do it, she’d completely misplaced one of the sirens, she’d blown through the financial surplus Limestone had created, she had to delay the tournament because Twilight was impatient, and Saddle Arabia and Maretonia were currently amassing troops, probably to take advantage of Celestia’s military blowing up. This was more a problem than usual thanks to vague reports of both nations developing energy weapons, and if they were anything like that dragon superweapon... Celestia wasn't sure she could take more than three or four shots from a city-destroying cannon.

On top of all that, it turned out some of the council members she murdered actually had important obligations that Celestia neither understood nor wanted to do herself. She was beginning to think that she wasn’t quite as good of a ruler as she once was.

And on top of all of that, Twilight was boring her even more than before. Not even her tormented thoughts were much fun; she may as well have been protected by that stupid council spell from how uninteresting her thoughts were now. Maybe that last punishment had actually been more than the nitwit could take.

But now it was time to relax. Celestia looked at the arena, and her four students of various faithfullness below, Sunset and Twilight on one side, and Cadence and Moondancer on the other. The tournament had been well known to the populace, so many of them were here, even though Celestia had to make a public promise not to kill any civilians unnecessarily at the tournament to get anyone to buy tickets.

Her students, however, were not even aware of the tournament until they were teleported into the arena.

“Loving wife,” Celestia called down to Twilight in particular, “I’ve begun to question how fit you are as my partner, and thus, you will be fighting with my three other faithful students to make sure you qualify sufficiently.”

“What?” Twilight stared, hardly able to believe what Celestia had said.

“No please I don’t want to hurt anyone,” poor Cadence was so a goner.

“Rules are simple,” Celestia called out, “I've taken all your horns and wings, but you do have cocks. To defeat your opponent, you get your juicy rape cream into one of their orifices before killing them. It can be any of the common ones, or any other hole you manage to tear open. I reserve the right to keep a losing opponent from dying now so that I may kill them personally, but the loser will die regardless.”

“But I love you!” Twilight called out, tears running down her face. This wasn't what Mistress Sonata said would happen. What if she got killed before she could do what she was told?

“Please stop nagging me dear,” Celestia sighed, “It’s things like this...” She then continued, “Sunset vs Twilight, and Moondancer vs Cadence, then the winners face each other.”

Celestia grinned at Moondancer, “How’s that plot to overthrow me coming along?”

Moondancer stared for a few seconds, then broke out into laughter, “You think I’m in charge? Dear Goddess, I don’t even know what the plan is, I am literally the lowest level of minion." It was the first time she freely admitted that there even was a plan, but it's not like Celestia didn't know that, and she may as well add another layer of paranoia, "Now can we fight, or are you not done embarrassing yourself in front of thousands of ponies?”

Celestia twitched one eye so hard that it looked for a moment like it might roll off her face. The audience didn’t hold back laughter as one might think they would when a tyrant was involved, but she had held many events before she left, and they knew she wouldn’t harm them without better reason once she promised not to.

“Whatever,” Celestia snapped back at Moondancer, “Hurry up and kill Cadence so you can be killed... That means start fighting!” Celestia was pretty sure she could guess how Cadence and Moondancer would fare.

Celestia sat down in her seat and just leaned back, not even watching for a moment. “Am I a bad ruler?” she asked to Photo Finish, one of the only ones honored enough to share the divine seating with the Goddess.

“You came back to a different world and needed to catch up,” Photo Finish said, “But you are not dead yet. Do not allow upstart pretenders to make you paranoid. Remember who you are! You are not just royalty, you are divine!”

Back in the arena, Cadence shook her head as Moondancer approached her, “I’m done fighting, Moondancer. Just put me down like you have to."

“Hm, not that simple,” Moondancer sighed, “I was sorta hoping to make an example of you, maybe warm up a bit with you as my punching bag, to show Sunbutt up there that I’m not the pushover she believes.”

“Why?” Cadence teared up, “I’m literally going to lay down and let you kill me.”

Moondancer looked up at Celestia then and shouted up to her, “I plan for every contingency, Goddess. I knew you might cut off my horn. And I knew from guards overhearing your pillow-talk with Luna, that this is the sort of thing you'd do if you got tired of Twilight. So I’ve been taking hoof-to-hoof combat training, with a bit of magical assistance.”

Cadence was already starting to lay down, but Moondancer would have none of it. She did a backwards flip, kicking Cadence in the chin and sending her whole body flying up into the air. Moondancer then rolled onto her back, wacking Cadence with one hoof then the other as she kept the squealing pink pony barrel-rolling above her like a circus act. She gave one final kick, throwing her up higher than before, then leaped up off the ground, laying a spin kick squarely into Cadence’s back, getting one more yelp as her back snapped so loudly that the crowd could have heard it even without amplification.

Moondancer landed on the ground without the slightest hint of a wobble, and looked back up at Celestia, taking in the look of shock there, which quickly turned into a grin of delight.

“O-ho I might like you more than I thought I did.” Celestia purred.

Celestia turned back to watch the other fight, which wasn’t going to end nearly so quickly, wearing out the winner in the process, at least Moondancer hoped. She strolled over to where Cadence was squirming on the ground, taking her time and conserving her own energy.

She didn’t say anything kind to Cadence, not because it might disappoint Celestia, but because she didn’t want to. The fact was, Moondancer had learned to appreciate agony in the same way as Celestia. She sincerely regretted that she couldn’t torment Cadence more.

She turned over Cadence’s lower half to face belly up, which moved independently of her top half, even though they were still barely connected, and she was at least able to still spasm her hind legs. She relaxed, pushing her tip against Cadence’s cunt, reaching to turn her head around as well so she could enjoy the sobbing despair on her face.

Moondancer took her time, knowing that the others would take a while, just having a nice relaxing stroll through rapeville, pushing in and out of Cadence's juicy cunt. She sped up her thrusting slowly, enjoying the warm cunt honey as is drooled down her balls. She finally grunted just a bit, arching her back and grasping Cadence’s rear as she creamed her load into her. As she did, Cadence’s bottom popped completely off, Cadence’s womb visible as it was pumped full of Moondancer’s seed.

Moondancer pulled out, then calmly walked up to Cadence’s face, stroking it, “I regret that I didn’t have more time and energy to make you suffer. You’re getting off easier than you deserve, you insufferable whiny little bitch. On the plus side.. you still get to take a ride on the soul train. Ready?”

“No oh gods no,” Cadence had accepted she would die, but still wasn't quite thrilled at having her soul consumed.

“Good,” Moondancer smiled, then wrapped her forelegs around Cadence’s head, turning it so hard that it went 360 degrees as her neck snapped, her eyes growing large as she shivered to a stop.

Cadence’s corpse disappeared in a flash, Celestia having no doubt scooped it up in time for her to nab her soul. Moondancer calmly walked to the half way point of the arena, half closing her eyes and taking deep breaths as she rested, watching and waiting, studying the brutal technique of Sunset and Twilight.

The hardest gaze in the stadium was the one locked now between Twilight and Sunset.

“I won’t let you take her from me!” snarled Twilight on the outside, while on the inside trying to stay calm, determined not to fail at the mission given to her.

“I don’t fucking want the slag!” snarled Sunset in return. “But if means I get to kill you, I’ll say ‘I do’ all she wants!”

Sunset knew she was at a disadvantage with Twilight having been without a horn longer, but she still had one very large advantage. She was still a strategic thinker, while Twilight’s mind had wasted away, only capable of understanding brute force.

They charged toward one another, ready to collide with all their might, focused on the target in front of them. But then Sunset dropped to the ground, flopping onto her side and sliding beneath Twilight instead of into her. Twilight fell forward and face planted with all the force she had intended for Sunset.

But Twilight was used to pain, and was up on her hooves a second later, turning about and ready to charge again. Sunset stumbled to her hooves in return charging back towards Twilight again, the hatred for one another burning in their eyes. Twilight was ready for if Sunset went low, but Sunset went high instead, jumping over her then grasping Twilight’s back with her forelegs and flipping her. Once again Twilight slammed head-first into the ground.

That did knock the wind out of Twilight, who bellowed out so loudly that it made her hoarse. Sunset stayed calm, pressing her advantage while Twilight was still head down and hind legs in the air, coming down as hard as she could with both fore legs and aiming right for Twilight’s balls.

Sunset wasn’t sure if Twilight had half a brain or if she just got lucky in her blind rage, but before she could do that, Twilight laid a kick right into Sunset’s face with both hind hooves, sending her flying onto her back as well, blood streaming from her muzzle as she struggled to rise again.

Sunset stood, ears ringing, to face Twilight again. “Don’t worry,” Sunset smirked, trying to stroke Twilight’s uncontrollable rage, “When that cunt Celestia gets what’s coming to her, I’ll put a purple flower on her grave just for you. Or her rotting corpse if we don’t bother with that.”

Twilight made it look like that hit a chord, “She can never die!” Twilight screeched. Unfortunately while the words were acted, her rage was very real and distracting, literally shaking in blind rage as she lunged forward again.

Sunset calmly stepped back to avoid Twilight’s lunge, raring up as she did so to come down atop Twilight’s head once again, slamming her face into the ground as hard as she could. “You always face plant this much?” she laughed, still poking at Twilight’s wasted psyche.

Twilight rose up, blood trailing form her face now as well, but only got half her war cry out before Sunset grabbed her around the neck, pulling back with Twilight’s own momentum to toss her over. Once again... face plant. And every time it did it, Twilight was shaking harder.

At this point Twilight could barely walk straight in her blind rage. She charged, and barely even noticed the Sunset had turned around until both of Sunset’s hind hooves slammed into her face, a sickening crack ringing out as the combined force of the kick and the charge literally shattered Twilight’s nose, gagging blood as she collapsed.

“You’re done Twilight!” Sunset screamed, “Think of who you used to be, think of what she would say if she saw you. What a disappointment.”

Twilight barely got her muzzle open to scream again this time before she was punched with Sunset’s front hoof, stumbling to one side and more or less tilting over. Once Sunset got around her, it was pretty much over. Sunset finally got the opening she was looking for and stomped both front hooves hard on Twilight’s ball sack.

Twilight spasmed, kicking wildly, but the composed Sunset dodged the feet, putting all her weight into another stomp. Twilight screamed, her balls literally popping inside their sack. Twilight wailed one more time and tried to kick, but Sunset was down on her now, pushing herself close, pinning Twilight belly up, too close for Twilight to kick away.

Sunset put all her weight on Twilight’s already crushed nuts, then pushed herself downward over Twilight’s body. She bit down on the base of Twilight’s shaft, holding her down as she tore back, literally ripping Twilight’s dick off and tossing it aside for it to flop about like a dying fish.

“It’s. Over.” Sunset snarled, as she crawled back upon her a fountain of warm blood washing over Sunset’s throbbing shaft from the hole where Twilight’s once was, “Your mind is stale; you’ve become as stupid as you are cruel.”

"No," Twilight said so quietly that even Sunset barely heard her, looking as if she was trying to speak without moving her lips, "I have to win, please, if I die here I can't help kill Celestia."

Sunset froze. Twilight would never say that, not even to protect herself, not in a million years. It had to be a lie, but equally had to be the truth.

No, it was just the babbling of a completely broken mind. Sunset sure as hell wasn't going to give her life based on that.

Twilight couldn’t take anymore. She shook her head, breaking into sobs, screaming out in a last ditch effort to be allowed to live, “Celestia I love you! Please I love you! I swear I’ll be good! I’ll never disobey again I swear! Don’t make me go away without you! My wife!” She only stopped when she started gagging from all her yelling. She looked up at Celestia, but all she saw was the goddess leaning over the railing, practically drooling as she very obviously masturbated to Twilight’s defeat. Even if her mind wasn't Celestia's as it had been before, it still stung bitterly to see her mentor of so long enjoy her demise.

“My wife,” Sunset laughed, “Now watch my new future wife get off on it as I murder your smug ass.”

It was time for this bitch to die, and doing it herself was something Sunset had fantasized even before she started to lose her mind in this fucked up world. She slid her throbbing cock against Twilight’s belly, rubbing against her own sliding it downward. She pushed the tip snug against Twilight’s asshole, acted like she’d push in, then slid back. She did the same to her sopping wet pussy, just giving it a nudge before backing off.

When she finally penetrated, it was by ramming her cock into the hole where Twilight’s cock used to be. She met resistance just an inch in, but she didn’t care. She drew back and rammed against her gut again, pounding until her flesh finally gave. She felt the warm pulse of Twilight’s internal organs around her cock, thrusting hard, blood splattering about them with each thrust.

Twilight gagged up more blood, her body limp, giving up on all, unable to take her eyes off Celestia’s enjoyment of her demise at somepony else’s hooves. Sunset groaned, breaking Twilight’s line of sight to give her a deep mocking kiss, then when Twilight returned it, biting down on her tongue and ripping her head back, earning another bellow from Celestia’s ex-wife as she chewed up Twilight’s tongue and managed to swallow the thick meat down.

“Oh fuck yes,” Sunset groaned, “The number of times I’ve masturbated, imagining you beneath me bleeding to death as I plow your soon-to-be corpse... you have no idea how much like my fantasy this is.”

Sunset arched her back, finally pumping her thick load into Twilight’s gut, which swelled up with her load as she continued to pump her cock in and out. She thought about prolonging Twilight’s suffering, but it wasn’t the physical pain that was hurting Twilight.

“Aren’t you gonna congratulate me on my upcoming wedding?” Sunset smirked down at her.

“Fuck you,” Twilight managed to get out, gurgling it through the blood pooled in her mouth.

“I can’t wait to murder your foals to make room for mine,” Sunset lied, knowing Twilight had literally just came out of her punishment chamber and had no idea that the foals were already Celestia’s shit after she ate their corpse soup.

Twilight just gurgled, still, but Sunset could see the rage burning in her eyes, and it felt good. Damn good. She spit one more time in Twilight’s face, pulled her head up in her hooves, and cracked her neck until it snapped.

Celestia smiled down, then teleported Twilight’s corpse up to her royal box seat. A zap later, and Twilight gagged back to life, and Celestia tossed her into a corner.

"I have a special way for you to die," Celestia told her, before locking her in a globe of silence, "Worthless ex-wife."

Twilight grinned widely, then looked up at Celestia as if just noticing she was now next to her, immediately looking terrified again. Then the globe covered her up, silent for now.

“Well done, potential new wife,” Celestia said to Sunset.

There was a tone in Celestia's voice though that Sunset felt was strange. She didn’t seem as certain about Sunset winning the next fight as she had before.

Sunset felt like something was wrong. She felt it more when she turned to look at Moondancer, calmly sitting at the half-way point, barely a single strand of fur out of place, with a smug look on her face. Shouldn’t she have a terrified look on her face? She looked like she was practically meditating.

Sunset cursed herself for not paying at least a little attention to the other fight, because her every instinct now told her that she had underestimated this pony. A look up to Celestia confirmed it. The goddess was leaned forward, a big grin of anticipation on her face. Sunset knew Celestia, and that expression meant she was expecting a real fight, not a curb-stomp.

Moondancer just kept her eyes on Sunset. It was a little disappointing that she didn't get to fight Twilight, but what did it matter in the end. She saw Sunset glance at Celestia and back to her, her expression having quickly gone from certainty to caution. Sunset took a deep breath and sat down, perhaps hoping to have down time between the fight to rest.

“With respect, ‘goddess’, can we get on with it?” Moondancer called out.

“Fire at will!” snickered Celestia.

Sunset braced herself, ready for Moondancer to charge, but her opponent literally strolled across the arena at her. Sunset could see it in her eyes too; she was sizing up Sunset the same way Sunset was sizing her up. This wasn’t one of Celestia’s old burned-out fuck toys; this was her real challenge.

Moondancer was trying to unnerve Sunset with her strolling approach, but Sunset was not a mare to be unnerved. Her mind was quick, scanning the arena for any and everything that might be used as a weapon. This wasn’t just any arena, after all. It was the execution arena, and it was rarely cleaned up completely between executions.

There was a guillotine, which wasn’t much good since she doubted she could convince Moondancer to stick her head into it. There were a few bloody pikes, they were sharp but too big for use as a weapon.

Finally her eyes found it. A fire poker, used to rape, blind, and a number of other fun things. There was one leaning against the guillotine. It wasn’t a hot one, but it would give her a reach advantage.

Moondancer was just about to dart forward into a full charge, when Sunset started charging instead... but not at her. Moondancer quirked an eyebrow in confusion... and then she saw it. Fuck.

Moondancer clenched her teeth and darted toward the poker as fast as she could go, hoping that being more rested would give her the speed advantage she needed, but churning it through her head, she realized that Sunset would get there at least five seconds before her. Her own eyes scanned the field as she continued forward, not stopping in case Sunset had a lucky trip, but desperately looking for an alternative. Well there was the guillotine, and the rope hanging from it that would have normally raised the blade.

Sunset watched Moondancer from the corner of her eyes, but felt a surge of hope as she figured it in her head as well, realizing she would easily get there first, if she didn’t trip at least. But even then, she was going to have to be fast. In the corner of her eye, she saw Moondancer alter her charging trajectory just a few degrees, turning slightly towards the guillotine. What could she be planning?

Sunset had no time to consider it. She grabbed the poker in her mouth, rolling over once to land back on her hooves, and immediately lunged at Moondancer. For a moment she thought she had the perfect hit lined up, but a moment before impact, Moondancer grabbed hold of the rope in her mouth, using it to jerk herself up suddenly. Sunset looked up just in time to see her opponent do a flip before she landed squarely on Sunset’s back, sending her skidding to the ground on her belly. Oh well, at least if she lost, she wouldn’t have to marry Celestia, so it wasn’t all bad.

Moondancer practically squeed at how perfectly she timed her move, looking down on the confused look on Sunset’s face before landing squarely on her back with all four hooves. She didn’t have enough momentum to make a clean snap, but Sunset was definitely feeling it as she yelped out and hit the ground hard. The rope fluttered away, though amusingly the tug had pulled the blade up on the guillotine and locked it into place.

Well maybe Twilight’s method of brute force wasn’t always a bad idea. Sunset did the only thing she could think of, twisting her head around and biting down on Moondancer’s hoof. It didn’t hurt her opponent as much as if caught her off guard, but gave Sunset the moment she needed to roll her off.

Moondancer landed on all fours, and Sunset barely avoided two kicks from her, either of which looked like they would have taken her head off. Sunset looked down, spotting the fire poker having landed on the ground again, and leaned back while stepping on the mouth handle. The pointy end went up, jabbing into Moondancer’s right fore leg, sending her off balance, but not enough to keep her from swinging her whole body around to crack her hind hooves against Sunset's face, sending her sprawling into the guillotine, though luckily for her not into the space of honor.

Moondancer scooped up the poker, trying hard to ignore the stab of pain from one hind leg, and came stabbing down atop Sunset. She had managed to land Sunset on her back, and Moondancer came right down on her, stabbing the poker right into her gut, carefully not to hit anything immediately vital. All the same, Sunset cried out, and Moondance rammed it further, not stopping until it was in all the way to the mouthpiece, tip exiting Sunset's other side and pushing into the ground.

Moondancer didn't stop, leaping up, flipping over, and landing all four hooves against Sunset, her front to Sunset's shoulders and read against Sunset's hips. They didn't all break, but one of Sunset's shoulders gave with a snap, as well as her opposite hip. Sunset screamed, looking up at Moondancer with tears in her eyes. Moondancer pushed Sunset hard against the frame, head just below where it would need to be to be chopped off, and pulled herself against her, belly to belly, and licked the first of many tears off her face.

She had done it! She had beat Celestia's pitiful little pets! She wasn't sure what that won her, and maybe in a way it made her the loser, what with having to marry Celestia now, but who knew? Maybe her friends' plan would work, whatever it was. And if it didn't, maybe being married to a monster like Celestia would end up being fun. Moondancer looked up to Celestia, panting.

"Well look who proved me wrong," Celestia was grinning, "That was amazing, now fuck her and finish her because I want a go at your hot plot too after that display."

Moondancer slid her throbbing member against Sunset, not going for any bells and whistles, just pushing into her hot pussy and ramming home, working into a rapid pace. Though she then slowed down, looking at that dread in Sunset's eyes. Well, Moondancer didn't have any more fights to conserve her energy for, so why not take a moment to enjoy?

"I saw that little spark in your eyes," Moondancer said, pushing up through Sunset's cervix, pushing down against the poker still in her gut, not to mention the broken shoulder and hip. "That little moment of realization that a pony gets, the second they realize that they are going to die and that there is nothing they can do to stop it. Mm, but I think it was even more delicious on your face, maybe because of the added 'soul going to be consumed' thing."

Sunset squirmed beneath her, jerking with each push against her broken bones or stabbed gut. She felt Moondancer's belly smack her own, and the feel of that throbbing cock inside Sunset wasn't bad, in fact she couldn't keep from clenching it inside her. Moondancer leaned in to kiss her, and Sunset tried to bite her tongue, which just made Moondancer laugh. Moondancer was right though, Sunset couldn't stop it now... oh gods... her soul eaten... what would that even be like?

Terror like never before boiled up inside her. She had always known it was a possibility, but to actually be slated to have her soul ripped apart in minutes clouded her mind with fear. Sunset's eyes darted about looking for something, anything, that might help her. The head holder for the guillotine was just above them, if Sunset could just find a way to suddenly pull Moondancer into it, it might fall down around her head. She could try to do it with her hooves, if she could ignore the pain in the two of them, but that didn't seem very likely to succeed.

It was just so hard to think with the stabbing pain in her gut, and the cracked bones sending shivers of pain through her with each moment of their bodies together. Sunset wasn't going to stop looking for a way out, not until her soul was ripped out.

Though her broken bones gave her a weird advantage. Normally she wouldn't be able to kick someone that was belly to belly with her, since her legs would just flail to either side of them, but her brutally broken hind leg was twisted until it was squarely between Moondancer's hind legs, even feeling the bounce of Moondancer's balls on the outstroke. If she could manage to kick Moondancer in the plot as she was thrusting forward, maybe.

Sunset clenched her teeth, knowing that this was going to hurt like fuck, but she'd been through worse pains. She moved her forelegs up, both of them, to grasp against Moondancer's sides, one barely moving due to her shoulder. She then screamed as loud as she could, both to pump herself up and to throw Moondancer off guard, then kicked as hard as she could. Pain tore through the leg, but she felt it make contact.

Moondancer felt her cum surging inside, ready to blast into this fucker, shivering as she approached. Sunset put her hooves on her sides, which wasn't too strange, but then somehow she got a knee from behind, right in her balls, Sunset's hooves pulling her up as well at the same time. She pulled out of Sunset with a slurp, the cum of her orgasm blasting out over Moondancer's chest and face instead of inside her, and Moondancer's head slamming into place. The guillotine top fell, locked and ready for the blade to fall.

"No!" Moondancer screamed when she realized what happened, "No I had won!" She tried to pull back, then tried to stomp on Sunset before she could struggle out from beneath her, and got a few hits in, but then felt Sunset struggle off one side and hit the dirt, screaming in the process. Oh this was so not fair.

Sunset quickly tried to turn herself sideways so that most of her would be between Moondancer's kicks, and pushing herself out. It jarred the poker inside her, and she screamed as she hit the dirt on her back. When Moondancer wasn't back atop her in seconds, she knew it had worked, but of course she was still on the ground barely able to move.

"She can't even move!" shouted Moondancer to Celestia, "It's a stalemate! We have to heal and restart!"

"Oh no, dear almost-wife," Celestia chuckled, not exactly torn up at the turn around, "I don't call that until there is zero chance of more actions being taken, and there isn't quite that yet."

"She can't get behind me without getting clobbered!" shouted Moondancer.

"Which will probably make the attempts very amusing for the crowd," laughed Celestia, and she was right, the crowd was really loving this.

Sunset laughed, even though it hurt like hell, finally pulling herself up enough to move. She crawled slowly, trying not to jar the poker, but not removing it either lest she bleed out before she finished. Moondancer had either forgotten or left out of course that Sunset could use her mouth, but even then, this was going to be a challenge.

Moondancer tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths. She saw Sunset in the corner of her eye, dragging herself around to Moondancer's front, and she knew why. But she wasn't planning on giving up either. Sunset had been in a hopeless situation, and gotten out of it. Now Moondancer was in one. There had to be a way.

Her hooves weren't restrained as someone in this position would normally be, so perhaps she could feel around behind her for the latch to pull this off her head. Unless she accidentally hit the switch to bring down the blade, of course. Still she had nothing to lose, so she desperately moved her hooves about, being organized in her movements instead of just randomly groping, making sure she felt every point that could be reached.

"So has there been a spark in your eyes yet?" Sunset chuckled as she lay on the ground in front of Moondancer now, "I don't have a good look at your eyes."

Sunset could get up to her, just not for long enough to fuck her face to completion, but maybe she didn't have to. If she remembered right, the rule Celestia stated said 'get your sperm in the orifice' or something similar. So instead of trying to get up, Sunset, slid her good hoof down to her shaft. She flipped her tail up, wrapping it about her cock and trying her best to stroke it.

It wasn't going to be easy to get herself off. She tried to think of something sexy she could imagine, but kept thinking of demented things and didn't want to do it to one of those. Finally she thought 'fuck it' and pictured a nice tight foal sitting on her dick. At least the crowd was bored and quiet now, so that helped.

It took a long time, but she managed. When she felt it surging, the leaned up her head, stabbing pains flowing through her as she moved. She opened wide, and tried to hit her target, shooting a load of her own cum into her mouth, tilting her head back and filling it as much as she could manage.

She closed her muzzle, but didn't swallow. Instead, she used all her strength to heft herself upward, pushing her muzzle against Moondancer's. The kiss was such a surprise to her opponent that Sunset was able to spit a great deal of her spunk into Moondancer's muzzle, then tried to hold Moondancer's muzzle shut between her own head and good hoof. Moondancer swallowed, and Sunset let go, flopping back to the ground.

Celestia thought that was hysterical, "Oh my what a cum back! Sorry almost-wife, but I'm counting that."

Sunset managed to crawl over to the switch, though as she arrived, she looked back to Moondancer, now sobbing in desperation as she tried to yank her head free, very nearly bringing the blade down herself.

"No hard feelings," Sunset said, feeling like she should at least say something, and hit the switch.

“I don’t blame you,” muttered Moondancer between sobs, right before the blade came down, making a clean cut and sending Moondancer's head rolling, body now a geyser of blood. A second later, both parts of Moondancer glowed with magic as they were teleported to Celestia's seating.

Celestia had Moondancer's head appear right in front of her, pulling it to her crotch, pushing her cock into Moondancer’s muzzle and poking free through her neck. She enjoyed the sweet pressure as she breathed in her soul, her own energy lapping teasingly at the struggling mass before pulling it back within her. Moondancer's soul was a fighter for a moment at least, but finally gave up, allowing itself to be consumed, perhaps not unlike its previous residence.

Celestia felt warmth on her tip, and looked down to see Photo Finish slurping at the tip of her shaft as it exited Moondancer’s neck hole. She smiled at her friend’s affections, creaming as she lapped up the last bit of Moondancer’s spirit. Photo pushed forward, forcing Celestia’s tip into her throat, swallowing hard over it, sucking down every drop. Even once she was done, and had let Moondancer’s head roll to the floor, Photo took her shaft in both hooves, licking it lovingly up and down, eagerly cleaning her goddess’s fuck shaft.

"Ah," sighed Celestia, "I told Empress Corpse I'd cum hard when she died. A mare of my word again. We'll be fucking this corpse for years to cum."

Finally Sunset were teleported up to the seats with Celestia, the poker getting left behind, and her body bathed in a healing glow as soon as she landed. Celestia smiled at Sunset, immediately leaning in for a surprisingly passionate kiss, like Sunset didn’t even think the crazed lunatic was capable of. She awkwardly returned it, then panted as she pulled back, once again looking back on what she just did and feeling burning hatred for herself, even with them having been self-defense.

“Are you having a change of heart about me, my new fiancee?” Celestia was certainly quick to dump the old and accept the new. “You know I was cheering for you, right? Until you got your ass kicked, but then I was cheering for you again later.” She stroked Sunset’s face, “You’re so alive, that fire in your eyes. Twilight burned that out of her head months back.”

“I still hate you,” Sunset made it very clear, “That will not change when we’re wed.”

“I know,” Celestia said, petting her face once more time, “That’s good. You won’t burn out as long as you hate me. It would be so sad if you didn’t last as long as Twilight.” She smiled, “So did I ever tell you about my wedding with Twilight?”

“Yes, many times,” Sunset sighed, “I assume it’s going to be a lot more similar to that than I’d like it to be.”

“Oh it so is,” grinned Celestia. She leaned close, “Though I’ll be knocking you up at ours, not delivering it. Does it offend you that you’ll have my seed growing inside you? And that I will have yours in me?”

“Can we not kill our foals?” Sunset asked.

“We’ll see,” Celestia smirked.

Celestia turned to go, releasing the shield around Twilight, then motioning them both to follow. As she was stepping out though, Twilight moved close to Sunset.

"Please don't tell," Twilight whispered, then headed after Celestia, crying and hoofing at Celestia's hind hooves like a dog wanting attention.

Sunset quirked an eyebrow and trotted behind. She had a feeling something very interesting was going to happen soon.