Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

“It’s going to be in an arena?” Celestia asked, “Photo Finish won’t be happy at losing sole rights.”

“She was compensated with a position of royalty with all the benefits and no responsibilities, and will pass on her nobility to her children as well; she’s quite okay with it,” Sunset explained, standing outside of Celestia’s cell, which didn’t have to be anything special to keep Princess Blank Flank inside anymore. “Her studio will be ran by one of her minions, who assures me that they’ll only use models that are either willing or deserve it in the future. The mages are working on something to bring somepony back shortly after a very complete death, which may open the door for some professional victims.”

“You will participate as well?” Celestia asked, cutting Sunset off before she started to babble again.

“Yes,” sighed Sunset, “I will take a stab at you before the end.”

“And enjoy it?” Celestia asked, “You deserve this vengeance.”

“Oh I will definitely enjoy it once I start,” Sunset said, and really was starting to like the idea of putting Celestia through the ringer. She hoped holding that power wasn't corrupting her faster. “But that isn’t what I came to talk about. What is this spell you wrote out and sent to me?” Sunset was holding it in her mouth; she only used magic if she had to now, to keep from tapping into that horrifying energy.

“Something I was working on,” Celestia smiled grimly, “I wanted to use it for.. thing, but was never able to figure it out. But now since I’m thinking clearly again, I was able to finish it; I just need someone to test it and if it works, cast it on me during the execution.”

“Okay," said Sunset, "But you are very sure that you want this? Because you will not want it when it's happening."

"I am certain," nodded Celestia,"Equestria will continue like this for generations because of me; my sins are without count."

“That they are, though I don’t know if it’s a crime anymore with how much ponies enjoy it,” Sunset said, but then relented, “I’ll look it over and make sure it won’t burn a hole in the cosmos. May even make improvements.” Sunset wondered how she could mix and match this with the other spell. That was a bad idea, but her mind was bringing up a certain possibility. She tried to put it out of her mind; not even Celestia deserved that.

“Sunset please, you promised you wouldn’t hide your hatred for me when we talk,” Celestia said. “And that’s okay, I really do deserve it.”

“You’re right, I would enjoy it,” Sunset admitted, “I may have masturbated to the idea of torturing you a few times.”

“I want to go knowing you’ll never forgive me,” said Celestia.

Sunset had forgiven her, though the more time progressed the more she thought about taking back that forgiveness. And now here Celestia was outright asking for it, "You really hate yourself."

“Has the execution been scheduled yet?” Maud asked.

Sunset jumped, turning to her, “Damn it, Maud, how do you keep getting in here? If the guards let you in for blow jobs again I’m cutting their dicks off. Worthless stallions,” She then sighed, “I’m announcing today that it’s scheduled for two weeks from today. We have some dignitaries that we need to convince we will not kill them if they attend. And perhaps get them to sigh a waiver that they will not hold our bizarre execution methods against us. Also there’s a reason I want that specific date.”

“I did not provide them with blow jobs,” said Maud. ”I dispensed payment for entry with my ass and cunt simultaneously. I was in a hurry. But now I know, so I will be patient.”

Predictably, part of the peace treaty that would keep Equestria from being invaded included the requirement that Celestia be executed soon. Though the other kingdoms didn't expect it to be this much of a spectacle even if it was done publicly.

Maretonia and Saddle Arabia were finally brave enough to send delegates, though they were only willing to enter Manehatten if they themselves provided the security for the event. Chrysalis, the third delegate, offered to handle security, since she still had her hive ‘occupying’ Manehatten after assisting in the ‘coup’ that overthrew Celestia. Chrysalis’ presence wasn’t entirely deceptive however, since she was in fact there to help them ensure that Equestria would cease their genocidal ways. Other nations were invited, but most wouldn't even see their messenger for fear they were up to something.

On one end of the royal seating was now the Duke and Duchess of Maretonia, who insisted they be called by their title and were dressed in so many layers of royal clothing that one was barely able to identify them as ponies. In the middle was Queen Dragon Lord Chrysalis, Doomie next to her wearing his first officer helmet. She didn’t mind being one of the delegates for show, since her vengeance at Celestia was rather complete already. On the other end were Prince Haakim and Princess Amira from Saddle Arabia, who were only sporting decorative saddles, though Haakim’s was a bit moist due to human-form Sonata’s constant attempts to ride and grind upon him. Then there was Boulder, who Maud had insisted have his own seat there since she was helping.

Sunset had greeted them and explained that she was participating herself and why, and since they saw nothing wrong with legitimate revenge, they didn’t seem too offset by the Empress being one of the executioners. Though once they saw what the Empress did, they might have a few misgivings.

Even then, that didn’t mean the visitors weren’t quite nervous; it had taken a lot to convince them that this wasn’t a trap to slaughter them all. Fortunately, they trusted their ally Chrysalis and her ‘spy network’ which had confirmed it was probably safe. They didn't need to worry anyway; it wasn't a trap to slaughter them all.

Despite how prim and proper they were trying to be, each dignitary had already taken a go at at least one of Celestia’s holes, thanks to a song of encouragement from Sonata. None of them had spoken of it since though, mainly due to having little idea why they did it, particularly the Saddle Arabians who raped her minutes after explaining to Sunset how their closed marriage and religion forbade such an act. They had all been assured it was just because Celestia has that effect on ponies.

“A bit overdressed, are we?” Chrysalis smirked at the Duke and Duchess. “I don’t think there’s going to be a sudden blizzard.” Fortunately all there had already been in a few diplomatic meetings with Chrysalis so were somewhat used to her being eccentric, that is to say acting normal for a changeling.

“These are our traditional diplomatic vestments, as we have worn on previous visits,” the Duke said.

“Oh I have those too, but this isn’t a diplomatic meeting,” said Chrysalis, “So feel free to take them off and bang while you watch.”

“We are siblings, not spouses,” said the Duke, as if expecting her to take her statement back.

“Duke, you’re forgetting what I am if you think I’m opposed to incest,” chuckled Chrysalis. “My statement stands.” She turned to the Saddle Arabians, “You two too.”

“We don’t do that in public,” Haakim cleared his throat.

“So old fashioned,” Chrysalis smiled, “It’s not like you’ll be revealing a secret; ponies know that you fuck each other.” Chrysalis sighed, “I just hope the Empress gives us fair warning if time breaks; I want to have a head start abandoning the city to its doom.”

“What’s that?” the other dignitaries asked.

Sunset was down inside the arena with Sonata and Maud. She hadn’t been going to include Maud, but she was very helpful at the pre-execution meeting when she turned up there; that cold pony had a few hot ideas.

Sunset looked behind them, where there was a tarp covering the supplies so that they wouldn’t be seen until it was time to use them, and there were some interesting things under there. Sunset briefly did a scan to confirm that everything was in order. Perfect. There was another tarp covering the things that Celestia intended to use, but Sunset didn't peek at that one.

Finally Celestia walked into the arena, a mixture of cheers at her demise and boos at her in general filling the arena, soon a chant of ‘kill the blank flank’ starting to form. She hung her head as she walked without an iota of pride in her step as she had had before. She still had dry cum on her fur between her thighs, as they didn’t quite get it all with her pre-execution bath. She had been raped plenty over the last week, and didn't enjoy it like she used to, but now she was nice and cleaned out inside at least, dry and chaffed. For the first time in so long, she wasn’t getting wet about the festivities.

Even aside from that, every time she had been moved from one prison to another, they’d stopped on the way to let strangers gang-bang her, though Sunset always got the first bang of any such process. Celestia had encouraged Sunset to not hide her hatred for her, but was thinking maybe she hadn’t anticipated how hot that hatred could burn if poked enough. Every time she had seen Sunset, she'd been less gentle and kind. Celestia hoped that was just aimed at her, and Sunset wasn't slipping into the same pit that Celestia had.

“It’s time to start!” announced Sunset as Celestia arrived at the center.

“Future me hasn’t appeared,” said Celestia, a bit confused.

“Oh we’re going to do our torment of you before you arrive,” Sunset said, “We wanted you to be surprised instead of seeing it coming after having done it to yourself. See, you’ve calmed down too much, so we came up with an idea to help you let yourself go again.”

“Very well,” Celestia took a deep breath. “I am prepared for any torture.”

“I hope not, that would be boring,” Sunset said grimly.

“There’s a reason I chose today,” said Sunset, amplifying her voice for the crowd, “This is the day she had decided for our wedding. Well, it still is today, even if I’ll be a widow shortly after.”

“How is that torture?” asked Celestia.

“Because we questioned guards and slaves that overheard you yammer how you planned on doing it, and they’ve given us enough info so we can do it that exact same way, right down to the vows you had written,” Sunset said, her magic pulling part of the tarp aside to reveal a wedding altar.

Atop the altar was Twilight, repaired but still quite dead. She was sprawled on her back, legs extended outward, ready for the treatment it had been supposed to get as a prop at their wedding. She had ‘Celestia’s most despised slut’ on her side facing the audience, written into her flesh with a knife.

“What was going to be your torture for me, is now my torture for you,” said Sunset, “We’ll do everything just as you planned, with an extra surprise at the end, you can thank Sonata for that when it comes.”

“Teehee,” Sonata giggled like a school girl, even as she shifted out of that form and into her somewhat more domineering siren form.

Maud trotted over slowly to the altar, standing behind it in her own position, “I get to be the priest.”

“And yes,” Sunset told Celestia, “We know you intended to knife-fuck and gut the priest, despite her being a loyal subject. The actual priest declined going through that, but Maud’s okay with it so long as we fix her. She’s developed a fetish for being stabbed. You should have been at her birthday party the other day, it was brutal,” Her smile widened, “But back on topic, do you see? We are really doing it line for line!”

“Please do not pierce my bladder,” said Maud, “I will need its contents for later.” Luckily she’d be able to hold it until she needed it thanks to a helpful spell from Sunset. She had drank a lot of water.

Celestia had ceased crying as much as she had been, but that was only because she was putting what she did out of her mind as much as she could. Twilight brought everything back, because not only did Celestia warp her irreplaceable mind and betray her, Twilight had been with her always, and it brought to mind everything she’d done with Twilight, the broken alicorn even murdering her own family for Celestia’s pleasure. And then telling her that she hated her... Twilight had died believing that Celestia would always despise her. And now she had to look that corpse into the eyes as she defiled it.

“No, not this,” tears ran down her face again, “Oh gods I expected physical torture, don’t make me do this...” She looked at Sunset, “I’m not kidding, I know I said anything, but please...Sunset you know I’ve changed, give me this one mercy.”

“To. The. Alter,” said Sunset firmly, walking to her place there, “Now. Also do as Maud said when you gut her.”

Celestia trotted over hesitantly and stood next to Sunset, taking a deep breath and lowering her head.

“Look at me,” Sunset said to Celestia, grabbing her face with magic to force her too, though Sunset still twitched when she used her magic, “Stop being a fucking coward! You promised that you would take your punishment so take it! I want to see you look where you would have looked and say what you would have said. You can cry while you do it, but don’t ruin this for all the creatures out there that deserve to see you suffer like this.” That got a nice cheer from the crowd.

“Yes,” said Celestia, looking stunned and turning back forward to look at Maud’s face. She wasn’t sure if Maud was angry, horny, or both. She could never read that mare.

Celestia jerked and almost collapsed as Sunset magicked a cock onto them both, the same way Celestia always had. Celestia gritted her teeth as her flesh stretch out and took shape, and the jolt of pain was a bit alarming. She had expected to still get off on severe pain, at least, but that definitely didn’t make her feel anything like before.

Sunset didn't wobble much, and was slowly reaching a point where using her magic didn't visibly affect her, even if it still did inside her just as much as before. It was more than just feeling better; she didn't want Celestia to think that Sunset hadn't been able to handle those powers, so she wasn't going to avoid use of her magic at any point.

Maud came very close to smiling as she spoke. “Before we perform the vows, our Goddess of Sex will symbolize her hatred for her worthless cunt of an ex-wife. We shall share joy together with both brides as the savor the cold cadaver of her most-useless student.”

“Come my love,” Sunset smiled, stepping forward to Twilight’s cadaver, lifting her up with her magic. She crawled atop the altar with her, and motioned Celestia to the other end. She had Twilight between where they could pin her between them while on their haunches, but of course had Twilight facing Celestia.

“There that worthless face is,” Celestia sobbed as she forced herself to speak, "I can’t wait to... shit down your throat when I make you my new love’s toilet.”

Celestia looked repulsed as she placed her hoofs against Twilight’s cold flanks, shivering violently when Twilight was pressed against her. Sunset gave Celestia a warning look, so Celestia leaned in and kissed Twilight deeply, pushing the limp dead tongue around Twilight’s dry muzzle with her own. As she did she stared into the look of betrayal and despair frozen on her faithful student’s face forever.

Celestia pushed her magically throbbing cock against Twilight’s pussy, looking sick as she felt the cold corpse-cunt sliding over her shaft, pushing up into her, breaking through her loose cervix and into her womb, the same one she saw pumped full as she creamed into Twilight’s dying body. She couldn’t get Twilight’s final gagging out of her mind as she began to thrust.

Sunset more eagerly pressed into Twilight’s behind, shivering as the tight dead flesh dragged across her cock, thrusting despite how it was immediately rubbing her raw. Sunset felt no regret for the cadaver her cock was in; she was thrilled that Twilight had died feeling lost and alone. She had been so worried that she’d die happily.

“Look at those eyes,” Sunset purred, “Even after all you did to her, she still loved you the same as she did before her torment. Faithful student indeed; she put you on a glorious pedestal only for you to tear her whole existence down, use her up, then gobble up her soul. Was it tasty, her soul?”

Celestia quivered, muscles tensing as she forced her body to continue moving, ashamed every time her cock splurted a bit of pre to make her entrance a bit slicker. “It was delicious,” Celestia forced herself to say more horrible things, and it hurt even more than what she said now was very true, “I had never tasted one sweeter, and when I look back, I know it’s because she had the most pure love for me than anyone else I devoured, pure even as she was torn apart.” It took her a few minutes to get all that out, sobbing between bits, and having to repeat other parts to spit them out coherently.

“Now her soul is mine,” said Sunset, “And even though I’m not stupid enough to devour more, I definitely like the idea of squeezing power out of her dead soul every time I use it. Her and all your other victims, now just a battery for the sex toy that is me.” Sunset shivered more, “They're about to power my load into this insufferable bitch’s asshole.”

Sunset was surprised how hard she came, jetting sperm through Twilight’s empty tract, bulging her. Some of it was whose corpse it was inside, but mostly that delicious despair on Celestia’s sobbing face, such that she hadn’t though possible. When Celestia was sobbing after her defeat, Sunset had felt bad for her, but now, her misery was nothing but hot. Sunset was giving in once again, but now that emotion she got from it felt less like guilt and more like pride. She clenched Twilight’s plot as she finished packing it in, leaning in to lick Celestia’s face.

“I can’t imagine why I ever considered mercy,” Sunset groaned. “This feels so much more natural.”

“I can’t imagine why I ever wanted to teach this worthless slime,” Celestia cried, still saying what she was supposed to, “I wish I had raped her foal cunt to death right in front of her parents the first time I saw her, then killed them for daring to spit out something so despised.” Celestia realized too late she shouldn’t have said that, because now she had images of Twilight’s face as a foal flashing through her mind, and then Twilight’s adult face as she was told her mentor didn’t love her anymore.

“Good slut,” moaned Sunset, “Oh that so is what you would have said; you haven’t lost it as much as you admit.”

Sunset gave Celestia a jolt of magic to force her reluctant cock over the edge as well. Celestia tried to moan as little as possible, and her moans sounded more like pain anyway, but pumped a huge load into Twilight’s pussy, her stiff belly swelling up a bit more, though the addition of that extra wetness just made Celestia’s cock sting against the rough edges of dead cunt.

“That was acceptably hot,” said Maud, “Now you will gut her and eat her womb together. Then your public defilement of your future toilet will be complete.”

“You know, I guess I should use her as my toilet at least a few weeks, since we’re keeping things accurate. Can’t you just picture how sweet she’ll look with her muzzle unnaturally wide and filled with my shit,” said Sunset as Mister Knife appeared between them. She placed Mister Knife in Celestia’s mouth, “I’ll let you cut the wedding cake.”

Celestia pulled herself back, happy to get her slickened cock out of Twilight’s body, but hesitant as she lowered her head. It felt like she was killing her all over again; how had it been so easy to brutalize her before? She choked as she rammed the knife into Twilight’s cunt, her own seed drooling out around the handle, then pulled it back and in several times, briefly fucking Twilight with it before ripping it up her gut. She had to force it up with all her might, clearly none of her former physical prowess at her disposal, and couldn’t get it through Twilight’s rib cage, so Sunset’s magic grasped it and effortlessly yanked it right up to Twilight’s neck.

Sunset leaned Twilight back, pulled her chest wide open, licking her lips. She wanted to dig in and devour every bit, but they had to follow the proper itinerary, so instead she looked to Celestia. Lacking her magic, Celestia had to awkwardly try to grasp the sloshing womb with her hooves, leaning to tear it free from Twilight’s fuck tunnel with her teeth, then lifted it up between her.

Celestia and Sunset bit into it together, cold flesh separating and Celestia’s cum drooling down their cheeks, each suckling on the hole they’d bitten, then tearing more flesh away when it began to trickle to a stop. Sunset kept her eyes locked on Celestia’s, savoring every hint of pain etched into her features, and seeing her former student’s glee at her distress made it all the worse for Celestia.

It was more than pain now though; it was disgust. This may have been choice meat before, but now her stomach retched, several times vomiting, but each time Sunset held Celestia's mouth shut until she swallowed the puke back down. Celestia hoped they’d stop before they had to finish it, but Sunset wasn’t about to. They worked it down to a hoof sized chunk, which was then wadded up and stuffed into Celestia’s muzzle for her to finish.

“That’s right, chew open-muzzled for me you filthy girl,” Sunset purred. She pulled Celestia’s face close and kissed her, shivering as she let the vibration of her weeping spread through her. She slid a hoof down to Celestia’s belly to feel how it wretched as she strained to hold the grotesque feast inside her.

“Relatively hot,” Maud observed, “Now for the vows. Point your worthless faces in each other’s direction,” Maud was pleased that she was actual friends with the tyrant now so she could get away with saying things like that on a regular basis. The crowd went quiet as if they expected Sunset to lop Maud’s head off, followed by a sigh of disappointment when she didn’t.

Celestia sniffled as she looked, and Sunset turned as well and smiled. Celestia stared into the hatred in Sunset's eyes, as Sunset stared into the self-hatred of Celestia's. That was one thing they could agree on.

“I switched your vows so it makes sense. And changed a few words,” Maud said, then looked to Celestia, “Your Lowness Celestia. Do you take your master Empress Sunset Shimmer to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and unquestioningly obey her, through pleasure and pain, injury or health? Will you worship her and commit yourself completely to her no matter the challenge, until your death at her hooves ends your commitment?”

“I do,” Celestia said as she stared at the mixture of hate and glee in Sunset’s eyes.

“Empress Sunset Shimmer,” Maud looked at Sunset, “Do you take your slut Celestia to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love her torment and reward both her obedience and disobedience without mercy? Will you accept her worship and treat her as the slut that she is until you deem it time to end her miserable existence?”

“Oh I do,” Sunset smiled back at Celestia, placing Mister Knife back into Celestia’s maw.

Celestia lost track for a moment, but then remembered what she did next. She looked over to Maud, who not only was completely calm about this, but had helpfully stood up on her hind legs to allow Celestia access for the stabbing.

“Hurry up and betray your loyal servant,” Sunset said, “It’s what you’re best at, after all.”

Somehow, even though Maud was drooling down her thighs in anticipation, Celestia had a hard time pushing a blade into a living pony’s flesh. Celestia lowered her head, watching the soft movement of Maud’s chest as she breathed, a sight that would have made her long for its cessation just weeks ago. She hesitated, blade close enough for Maud to feel it scrape her cunt fur, but unable to push it in.

“You really are a coward,” Maud said.

Celestia would rather be a coward than a butcher, but finally forced herself to shove, being sure to use an angle that wouldn’t pierce Maud’s bladder, sliding up through her cunt and slicing through her tunnel. The fresh blood that splattered her face now disgusted her, but she pulled back and kept stabbing, the sound of wet flesh being torn asunder making her all the more sick.

“Oh no,” said Maud calmly, “I am completely surprised that my loyalty has been repaid with murder. But I really should have seen this coming.” She then twitched just a tiny bit and added, “Oh yes. Fuck me harder, Mister Knife.”

Celestia tried to oblige, shoving the blade faster, not stopping until Maud’s fuck tunnel was torn to bits, just a fleshy bleeding wound left where her pussy had been, then tore the blade upwards. The sound of living flesh being torn made her stomach heave again, having to pause half-way up to gag, vomit spraying out from her nose and around the knife. She let out a sob as she contained it then continued upwards, trying to cut as shallowly as she could get away with. Once again she was too weak to push up past the rib cage, so Sunset gave her assistance, pulling her whole head with the movement.

Maud was just standing there enjoying it, so Sunset pushed her onto her back, not wanting her guts to all fall out as that might be immediately fatal. Celestia looked down at her, looking at her pulsing insides churn about, and vomited again. Though it was less from the sight of it, and more from the memory of what she had done to this poor pony’s family, and made her do.

Sunset jerked Celestia’s face so that she vomited into Maud’s gaping chest, splattering her organs with the contents of Celestia’s stomach, a good bit of which was the cum of the dignitaries that had her before the show.

"I'm sorry for what I did Maud," Celestia cried.

"Silence," Maud replied, still with dead calm, "You do not deserve to apologize to me."

“I could let you die now, you know,” Sunset smirked down at Maud, “It’d be so hot to see the faces of your family in the crowd as I cum on your corpse.”

“You do not have the balls,” said Maud calmly.

Sunset smirked, “You know me too well.” They did share a special bond after being sex slaves together. They had already scheduled an actual date, in fact. Maybe Mister Knife could join them for a threesome.

“Mister Knife is such a stud,” Maud said as Sunset motioned to the nearby medics that it was okay to let Maud live. Maud added as she was taken, “Also you may impregnate the bride.”

The medics carefully dragged Maud away from the main action. The unicorn’s head lit up to heal Maud, but to her surprise, Maud reached up and smacked her horn before she could start casting it.

“Hold off,” Maud told them, “It makes me hot to cut it close.”

“Of course,” the medic nodded, as if there was nothing strange with the request.

“Of course, there’s one part of the ceremony that you were sad was not possible,” Sunset said to Celestia, “You wanted your dear sister, that you murdered so brutally, to be in a threesome with us as we impregnated one another.” She smiled, “But when I was told that Luna had been limbless and decapitated, as well as in your own room rather than the corpse pile, I realized she couldn’t have made a difference during the zombie situation. It was perfectly safe to yoink her out of time just before the zombie incident began.”

“You did not,” sighed Celestia, her finally dry eyes pouring tears once again, “Please tell me you did not.” She paused, then tried more begging, "Sunset, please do remember that you are not torturing the one that hurt you. You're torturing the pony that was your mentor growing up."

"Exactly," smiled Sunset, "You are the perfect mix of 'deserves it' and 'suffering innocent'."

The tarp pulled back a little further, and Sunset dragged Luna’s limbless remains out from beneath it, as well as her head. Sunset moved Luna’s head right up to Celestia’s face. She pushed Luna’s head to give Celestia a ‘kiss’, but she was too terrified to respond to the pressure of Luna’s lips on hers.

“I wanted to bring Mother too,” said Sunset, “But my understanding is that she made too big of a difference, as possibly did the other elements, so sadly we could not chance it.” When she saw Celestia wasn’t moving she added, “Kiss!”.

Celestia opened her mouth slowly, looking more dead inside than she ever had as she tilted her head and kissed her dead sister, pushing her limp tongue about as she had Twilight’s, but Luna’s face of terror looking back at her hurt even more so. She had so many wonderful memories with her sister, both before and after her banishment, before she murdered her and carried her corpse around like it was her blankie, proudly telling ponies how she had killed her as she fucked the cadaver in front of them.

“So were the rumors true?” asked Sunset, “Did you and Luna dyke it out even before your madness? How about Twilight?”

“Sometimes with Luna,” Celestia said hollowly. “Not with Twilight, though I gladly would have if she had requested.”

“So Luna isn’t just your sister, she’s also your lover,” grinned Sunset, “And you rewarded her love by chopping her up and corpse-fucking her hundreds of times. I bet it was so hot when she begged for your mercy, did you get off hard to her pleas?”

“Quite hard, yes,” Celestia said hollowly again, still staring into those dead eyes. Celestia wasn’t audibly sobbing, as if not quite capable of that much movement, but her eyes were still pouring tears.

“I wish I had been there,” groaned Sunset, “I would have loved to see her shrieking in fear as the sister she loved murdered her... oh that would have been hot, watching an innocent goddess convulse in her death throes.” She groaned, “I couldn’t see that without worrying about altering something, though I did peak in on you plowing her corpse a few times. That was hot too, watching you plow the corpse of the innocence you slaughtered, all that stupid bitch’s long years ended by becoming your fuck toy.”

“Sunset!” Celestia looked at her former student with wide eyes, actually sounding scolding for a moment, then shook her head, “Oh gods I’ve done it to you too... oh Sunset... I know how scared you were of this happening... I will never forgive myself for this... to whatever is left of you in there, I am so sorry.”

“You'll have longer to never forgive yourself than you think,” grinned Sunset, “But now for the fun.”

Sunset rather roughly kicked Twilight’s corpse off the alter, then took a moment to turn her rump about, relaxing and letting a stream of piss flow out over her wide eyes and puddle in her maw. She moved Celestia’s head with her magic to make her watch, close enough to feel the splatter of Sunset’s urine.

“Sorry I need a potty break,” Sunset sighed, “Look closely though, because this is the fate that you chose for her... I think I’ll defile her further by shitting on her too; the crowd should like that; most of them hate her almost as much as you do.”

“No!” Celestia looked like she might vomit again if she had anything left in her stomach, but rolled herself over onto her back, taking Sunset’s behind into her front hooves, pulling the other alicorn’s plot above her face and opening her muzzle wide.

Sunset chuckled; Old Celestia's actions weren't nearly so predictable it seemed, “So ashamed you even protect her corpse from humiliation, that is delicious,” Sunset groaned, squatting over Celestia’s face and letting loose. Celestia closed her eyes until Sunset pulled them back open with her magic, then let out a juicy turd, sliding slowly out of her tailhole and sliding right into the open muzzle. “Lick my shit, come on, I want to see you making out with my asshole if you don’t want it on Twilight’s face instead. And no swallowing yet.”

Celestia tasted the rotten taste, and had to wonder if Sunset was intentionally making it worse, or if crap just tasted this bad and Celestia had stopped noticing due to her disease. All the same she made herself lick the first chunk, pushing it around her mouth, gagging as she resisted the urge to just swallow just to get it out of there. Her whole muzzle was filled, so she rubbed her face around, smearing the next chunk into the white fur on her face.

“You’re a messy toilet,” Sunset rubbed her rear back and forth, “Flush so we can move on.”

Celestia closed her muzzle, shit pressed out between her teeth like yougurt, and swallowed hard. Her stomach immediately pushed it back up in protest, but she gave another large swallow to keep it down. She licked the grime from around her muzzle.

“Good enough,” Sunset smiled, pulling Celestia up, then taking the rest from Celestia’s fur to ball it up and shove it down her throat, “You know I'm not even into that sort of 'shit', but when everypony’s done with you, I’m going to lay your corpse outside the exit with a ‘toilet’ sign on it. I bet you’ll barely even be visible beneath the piss-soggy-shit by the time this arena is empty.

“Well, that was more the type of punishment I expected, I suppose,” Celestia tried desperately to get some of the taste off her tongue.

“We can’t have that,” said Sunset, as she crawled up upon the altar “Back to business then. How about you ride Luna's soft well-preserved muzzle here while you fuck a foal into me. You can also lick out her dead cunt; an advantage of keeping her modular I guess.”

Sunset laid herself back on the altar, placing Luna’s head between her hind legs, terrified expression facing up. She moved Luna’s torso against her own torso, then slid it upwards along her until she could reach around Luna’s hips with her forelegs.

Celestia crawled up upon the side with Luna’s head, trying not to look at Luna’s face as she slid herself up upon it pushing Luna’s muzzle snug against Celestia’s slit that was still nestled behind her balls. She pressed her throbbing tip to Sunset’s goods, then leaned forward to grasp Luna’s hips, looking at her slit. Celestia tried to even remember what Luna’s pussy looked like living; she had gotten so used to seeing it dead that it’d probably look strange if it wasn’t.

Normally, putting a foal into Sunset at least would have been nice, and she’d be happy to do it when they started this. Now however, Celestia had realized how much Sunset had given into the fun, and that she would almost certainly scrape that last bit of Celestia out of her cunt, or at the very least murder it upon birth. Now it was just another death Celestia was responsible for.

“I don’t see you enjoying yourself, my lovely wife,” Sunset warned. “Is my coward of a mate giving in to her blatant incompetence?”

Even if she had begged Sunset to relent some, Celestia was still determined to take her punishment regardless of how horrible it was, so pushed her slit down against Luna’s muzzle, still good at popping it inside her after all this time, since they'd done it enough before to etch it into her mind forever. Celestia was dry inside, but pushed hard nonetheless, lips dragging down Luna’s even drier face, feeling like a cold mossy stone being shoved up into her.

It was a big contrast to the delightful feeling around her shaft as Sunset’s pussy slid down. Finally having consenting sex with a student was good in itself. She still had to do the last part however, so she opened her muzzle and ran her tongue against Luna’s slit, then pressed her muzzle against her to lick deeply into her dryness, feeling her walls cling together before finally peeling apart. She wondered how she ever enjoyed that, but at least Sunset was letting her have the real feel of her cunt around her cock; maybe Sunset had some feelings left for her.

Unfortunately for Celestia, Sunset was just getting her hopes up. A few jabs within, Sunset’s horn glowed and Celestia felt her pleasure switched out for pain mid-thrust, shaking and pausing suddenly, the making herself continue in. She tried not to slow down, but it wasn’t easy with pain surging up from her groin with each movement. It felt like Sunset’s insides were sandpaper.

Sunset enjoyed herself, holding Luna about the hips, idly rubbing against those stiff breasts, and still wishing she could have been fucking this hot body as it was transitioning into its current fuck toy status. She pushed her hips back against Celestia, grinning as she let Celestia think she was going to give he a nice fuck before casting her spell, and laughing at Celestia’s pause when it changed. It certainly felt good for Sunset though, and in a way this was a dream come true, since she had certainly fantasized about Celestia doing this to her as Celestia’s student, minus the corpse-threesome.

“Faster,” Sunset said, “And deeper, I want to feel that throbber at the back of my womb.”

Luna’s face felt like it was coated in sandpaper as well, so much that Celestia glanced back to see if it really had, but apparently it was just nerve-magic. Celestia took a deep breath, choking on her own tears as she did so from how many there were, then began to slam her hips into the movement. She was used to pushing through a cervix immediately, but without even normal alicorn strength it took a lot longer. Cunt honey splashed from each impact as the hole massaged pain into her, Celestia groaning in frustration that it just wasn’t giving, groans that would be pleasuring Luna if she weren’t dead; Celestia just couldn’t keep reminding herself. At least Celestia’s tears had provided some lubricant for the cold dry orifice.

Sunset lay back, one hind leg kicking like a dog getting her belly scratched, working herself over Celestia’s shaft and rolling her hips upwards. Just sitting back and letting Celestia fuck herself into a sea of torment. Her magic held her cervix from breaking, making Celestia hammer away with no result.

“I bet you like the royal pussy,” teased Sunset, “Or perhaps the divine pussy?” Sunset arched her back and groaned, letting her juice splatter down Celestia’s balls, watching Celestia’s face clench up as Sunset’s cum felt to her like acid burning at her ball sack. She rode out her orgasm, but didn’t let Celestia succeed at her task yet, “Come to think of it, I have the Mother’s energy, so I really am a goddess... the goddess even! Soon every city will have a shrine to my glory; are you honored by being allowed inside the new Mother?”

“I am honored greatly, Mother and wife, goddess of my death,” Celestia said between laps. Every time Celestia started to stop crying, it seemed that something else started her back. Now the thing was seeing Sunset’s descent into madness unfold every bit as much as Celestia's if not more.

And worse, Celestia was almost certain that her own encouragement of Sunset to revile and torment Celestia properly was the catalyst for a change so far to the extreme. Something else to be all her fault.

Celestia’s tears had wettened Luna’s pussy enough that it actually sounded like a proper dyke hole when Celestia licked it, wet slurps as Celestia forced her tongue in and out, rubbing her muzzle around her labia and grinding it against her clit. It’s delicious noises gave Celestia’s pussy a run for its money, though Celestia was having more and more trouble controlling her hips to make delicious sounds, whether on Luna’s face or in Sunset’s cunt. It was obvious to her at this point that Sunset was intentionally holding her out to not let her finish yet, but what could she do but continue?

Sunset only let Celestia break through because the crowd was shouting for it to continue. Celestia finally ripped through, slamming the back of her womb, and drilling it as hard as she could. Celestia required Sunset’s help still to get herself off, since pain wasn’t arousing her like it did, so Sunset gave her balls a jolt so that Celestia finally blew her load.

Celestia screamed when she did, because it hurt so much more, like her balls were repeatedly exploding then coming back together to do it again and again. She wailed in misery, though the crowd’s cheer at her obvious pain was far louder, ringing in her ear, not letting her forget that every creature here wanted her to suffer.

Sunset yanked Celestia off with magic, tossing her onto the floor as she rose from the alter. Luna’s torso was put atop it now, much as Twilight’s had been sprawled out at the beginning, even if Luna didn’t have the parts to sprawl anymore.

“And now,” Starlight smiled as she yanked Celestia back to her hooves, “You are going to fuck the pussy you just got ready, and make out with her head, exactly as you have so many times in your own bed, while I put one in you... which is less pointless than you might think.”

Celestia wanted to beg for mercy again, but knowing how fully gone Sunset was, she knew the utter futility of it now. She couldn’t believe she had entertained the idea that Sunset might grant mercy here.

Celestia twitched as she pushed herself into Luna’s corpse as she had so many times, the same pain grind against her, though it did go in easier at first due to how many of Celestia’s tears had drained into it. She lay against Luna, holding her head in her front hooves, and leaning into a kiss as she stared into Luna’s eyes.

“You should probably know,” said Sunset as she pushed her throbbing meat against Celestia’s own fertile seed hole, “I’m going to keep your torso and head so I have a matched set. They could work as a museum display, a fuckable one granted, but I'll still bring you to important events."

Sunset forced herself through Celestia’s cervix and right to the back wall of her womb in one stroke, flaunting Celestia’s former power at her. It was quicker, but it also felt like she was tearing off Celestia’s inner flesh repeatedly; even the womb flesh that didn’t glance Sunset’s cock felt such. Celestia arched her back and screamed again, then tried to bounce her own hips back and forth between the student she failed and the sister she murdered.

“I’m getting applications for my harem,” Sunset grunted, “Even ponies applying their children; it’s because of that law you made where their family is protected from random harm by government officials if they are a member. And there’s so many hot mares and fillies applying, which would stop if everypony realized I wasn’t going to kill random ponies. So I figured, I’ll just do a token innocent kill every now and then, something in public to increase the impact.”

“Will you at least spare foals with your random acts?” Celestia asked, even as she continued pushing her hips back and forth. Sunset was making Celestia do every bit of the work, just holding her hips above Celestia so she had to push herself back and then forward into Luna, who definitely wasn’t going to provide assistance. She was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. Sunset fed her energy, but only just enough to keep herself moving with painful effort, atop the agony that she was already getting in waves.

Celestia made out with Luna’s head continuously when she wasn’t speaking, the raw pain of staring into dead eyes no less intense than before, even as she licked out her own cunt juice that had puddled within.

“Of course not,” chuckled Sunset between moans, “If I’m doing it rarely, I need maximum impact. Anyway I was thinking... 100 ponies in the harem, five of each age from one to twenty. Ponies retire at 21 and are replaced by new one year old foals. Aren’t you glad you made that law where a guardian can volunteer their foal for sex and it count as consensual?” Sunset moved her hips up more, despite her cock throbbing very happily within Celestia with each stroke. She made Celestia move farther, and strain to keep both cocks in their chosen hole.

Finally Sunset slammed her hips downward, bringing them all together with a lovely loud smack, then unleashing a flurry of violent thrusts into Celestia’s foal hole. She growled as she expelled her load into Celestia’s waiting womb, Celestia’s tunnel quite eagerly milking the rich seed out. Another jolt sent Celestia over at the same time, and she got the same surge of pain. In fact, she outright came blood this time, painting the insides of Luna’s dead womb red rather than white.

Sunset pulled free, then yanked Celestia free in turn. Luna’s head rolled to the ground as Celestia blasted a bit of red over Luna’s slit as she withdrew.

“Do you think the wedding is over?” Sunset said in Celestia’s ear.

“This is the last thing I had planned,” said Celestia, “So yes?”

“We have a new bit, that’s my thing!” Sonata floated over to them, but wasn't quite her normal self, glaring at Celestia hard.

“Indeed we do,” smirked Sunset, “I’m going to force-grow your fetus just as you did to Aria, and then Sonata is going to fuck it out of you. We’d have Aria’s corpse fuck it out of you, but you don't enough fucks about her as you should, so not such a useful thing for us to do.”

“Sunset,” Celestia tried to reason just once more for the sake of one other than herself, “Think of what I am being executed for. If you begin killing foals, you’re no better than what you are punishing me for. Please, grow it, rip it out, but spare the little ones’ life.”

“Oh please,” Sunset rolled her eyes, “None of our guests care about how fucked up our culture is; they just want me not to be a genocidal warmongering cunt like you.” It appeared to not even occur to Sunset that Celestia meant to let it live for moral reasons.

Well despite her astounding ego, Sunset wasn’t quite as bad of a pony as Celestia had been, so she could take solace in that at least. She didn’t have much time to do so though when she felt her little one growing, womb shoving organs out of the way violently with its speedy growth, and Celestia feeling like everything she had inside her was going to pop. Celestia’s front legs collapsed, splaying out her hind ones widely and trying to get into an efficient birthing position.

Sonata didn’t wait until it was done growing, obviously, grabbing that hindquarters as soon as Celestia poked it up, yanking her tail upward with a claw so violently that she ended up with half of Celestia’s tail still in her claw when she pulled it away, which she shook off her claw as if she’d accidentally stepped through an icky spider web. She then dug both claws into Celestia’s blank hips, digging them in as she pulled Celestia back and invaded her foal cannon with throbbing siren cock, ridges popping past Celestia’s lips as she pushed it further inside.

“Just like old times, right Blank Butt? Except not, because you deserve it now,” Sonata growled as she hammered her hips, bursting through Celestia’s cervix and feeling fetus juice flowing warmly around her dick as she continued to thrust. The magic just produced more juice, keeping Celestia’s gut expanding, and Sonata could feel the fetus getting bigger as she smacked it repeatedly with her cock tip.

This was in fact worse than old times, since she was half-unconscious the very first time the sirens raped her, and not rapidly being sped through a forced pregnancy. Celestia’s hind legs collapsed too, only held up by Sonata’s claws, which were digging deep enough in her flanks to scrape bone, sending nice streaks of red flowing down over her white coat.

Celestia could still hear the crowd cheering between the horrible contraction that wrecked her body, never getting tired of her torment, and enjoying it quite a bit as well, most of the stadium seating having broken out in orgy as they watched long ago. Given the violence, it would be surprising if at least a hundred spectators weren’t killed and either left in the stands to rot, or taken home for more fun by their killers or others. Sunset was aware of this as well, and in the future might not let it get so bad at events, but this was a very special occasion.

As for Sonata, she was doing her best to make sure she enjoyed this more than Celestia had enjoyed Aria, even though her own eyes were streaming tears the entire time. She made herself giggle regardless of mood, because she didn't want Celestia to have the pleasure of knowing how much Sonata was hurting inside still.

She exploded a mess of siren seed, hosing down Celestia’s fetus just as it was finishing its growth, then continuing to hammer in, wanting Celestia to suffer with the sudden growth inside her more before being allowed to expel it. Celestia’s suffering was delightful, as well as the thought that she was going to get to see Celestia finally finished off, something the sirens sadly hadn’t gotten to do so long ago.

Finally Sonata pulled back, and Celestia groaned as her infant was practically shot through her fuck tunnel from all the pressure that had built, ripping its way out her bleeding cunt and smacking Sonata’s dick before hanging loosely from Celestia’s cunt by the cord, wailing pitifully.

Sonata giggled as she snatched the thing up, tearing it away and floating around to Celestia’s front, holding it out for her to see. She was a brilliant yellow with pink and blue mane, writhing about so cutely there for Celestia to see.

“Sonata please,” Celestia cried, “I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry what I did to your friend, but it’s not that little foal’s fault. Wouldn’t it be better to raise it, and feed on the deserved adoration of my little one? Would that not give you more?”

“That’s too much work,” giggled Sonata, “I want to see you cry for an innocent, like so many cried to you!” Which was hypocritical, since Sonata had gladly murdered innocents herself, but not for as trivial reasons as Celestia, so it counted.

The crowd cheered as Sonata rammed her shaft up into the crying infant’s muzzle, the little one gagging as her neck expanded grotesquely, her belly bloating as her organs were crushed against her ribs. Sonata held the innocent head with one claw as the other grabbed one of her hind legs and twisted it around, slowly twisting more and more, groaning at the convulsions of the child’s throat around her shaft. Unlike when Celestia did this though, Sunset was keeping the little one alive for Sonata a bit longer.

But the slick warmth around her cock wasn’t nearly as arousing as the look on Celestia’s face, horror-stricken as she watched her newborn’s life snuffed out. She had regained her sense of motherly love, and to see her own foal twisted to death in front of her was terror like she had never felt before. Sonata was so aroused at the expression on Celestia’s face that she came herself hard, cum blasting through the foal’s system and getting shit out all over Celestia’s face even as the foal’s fragile bones were cracking apart.

“Yes, watch one you love die, just like you watched my foal die!” Sonata groaned and cried simultaneously, continuing to stuff the little corpse for as long as she could elicit that beautiful expression from Celestia. When it was finally time to stop, Sonata just backed away, continuing to thrust through it as she let Sunset have her turn.

“And now to grow mine out,” said Sunset, giving Sonata a comforting hug and then turning back to Celestia, which gave Celestia a bit more hope that Sunset wasn't as bad as she had been, “It’s worth the pain to make you murder it.”

“I was really hoping you were planning on keeping that,” sighed Celestia.

“Why the fuck would I want your disgusting spawn inside my pussy.” Sunset sneered.

Sunset waggled her rump as her horn glowed brightly. She staggered as she moved over to Celestia, and even she felt herself near collapsing from the sudden surge of pain that she had pushed up through herself. She clenched her teeth, stifling her masochistic moan, and put her rear in Celestia’s face. It made it all the hotter to know that Celestia had suffered this and enjoyed it much less.

“You will do as she did,” Sunset panted.

“I... think I’m going to stop cooperating,” Celestia cried, “It’s one thing to hurt myself, but I can’t murder a foal, much less a newborn, much less my own, I just can’t.”

“So you’re saying that you’re a sniveling coward that can’t take her medicine?” Sunset groaned as her belly expanded and another extreme contraction shook her.

“I am saying that, yes,” Celestia looked down.

“Good,” Sunset groaned, “I was hoping to have to use this spell on you; more tasting your own torment.”

Celestia staggered as she felt her mind invaded, resisting as much as she could, but invading her now magic-less mind was as easy as ripping through wet toilet paper. Tears continued to roll down her face as her possessed body walked forward, pulling herself up atop Sunset’s lovely behind, and pushing her tip against Sunset’s even more lovely slit.

“No please!” Celestia begged, Sunset allowing her to speak despite the control, “Don’t make me do this, Sunset, please.”

“You’ve done this a hundred times you stupid cunt!” Sunset growled back at her, “What’s one more?”

“But I swore to myself I wouldn’t harm anything else!” screamed Celestia in desperation, “Please, all I’ve gone through, show a bit of mercy for this innocent life. It's as much your foal as mine! Do you not love your own foal?”

Sonata giggled, but then prodded at Sunset’s side, “Mommy wants me in the stands to help infect the dignitaries now that I’m done, but you have fun!” She pulled the dead foal off her cock, held it in both claws to beat Celestia violently about her head with it, then tossed it over atop Twilight and Luna’s corpses before flying off. This antic earned a howl of laughter from the audience.

Celestia felt the still-warm flesh of her newborn against her face as she was pummeled with it, sobbing violently before it was tossed away. On top of that, her cock sinking into Sunset felt every bit as bad as it did before, and even more so as it poked through her cervix. Not only did the fetus sludge feel like acid against her cock, but it nailed into her mind the innocence that she was about to murder.

Celestia felt her throbbing shaft pulse every time it hit or rubbed against the fetus, feeling it form against her, beginning to kick and struggle against the impact as the little legs filled out. Finally Celestia jerked back, a flood of juice escaping Sunset’s gaping cunt as the fetus plopped out and hit the ground like a huge turd.

Celestia wailed in helpless frustration as her front hooves grasped the little one, feeling it squirm and cry before forcing her shaft into its little muzzle, unable to move her eyes from staring at her filly, watching the shape of her cock slide through the little body as she struggled. The infant had barely drawn breath before having it cut off with the throbbing cock that had made her.

Celestia didn’t have fingers or claws, and even her sticky-hooves hadn’t been functioning much with her complete loss of power, so Sunset used magic to rip Celestia's hooves apart into claws as Sonata’s folded out to be. Celestia screamed as they cracked loudly then was forced to grab the infant’s head with one as the other twisted her about.

“Breaking your vow not to harm another,” Sunset purred, rubbing her hindquarters against the infant as Celestia twisting it, her pussy already sopping wet with honey again. “I always knew beneath that prim stuck-up exterior was a sniveling useless little shit. Now feel her little body give, take one more innocent life, just a drop in the flood of your sins.”

Celestia wailed like an infant herself as she felt the fragile bones give, some piercing her cock as they broke apart, and finally feeling the infant’s death throes against her throbbing cock. Her front hooves ripped the freshly dead foal from her cock, biting down on its tiny slit, tearing out a chunk of cunt flesh before chewing it open-mouthed and swallowing it down.

She continued to tear chunk after chunk out, horrified at what she was doing but unable to stop. Soon she was eating its guts like it was a soup bowl, newly minted organs drooling from her muzzle as she ravaged it. Half way through, she vomited the contents back into the hollow rib cage, just to suck them back up and gobble them up again.

Sunset moaned, not even needing to be touched for her cunt to spasm once more and spray juicy fuck juice all over Celestia’s face. She turned back around, then just grinned as she enjoyed the horror in Celestia’s eyes.

“So I guess you’re not going to cooperate any longer?” Sunset grinned, “Will I have to make you murder yourself?”

“No,” Celestia groaned as she gained back control of her body and threw the dead infant away in horror, “I will still gladly torment myself.” She didn’t plead to not have to hurt another, because she knew if she did, Sunset would find someone.

“Good, because I think you’re just about to arrive,” smiled Sunset. “See how much fun we’ve had, and you haven’t even gotten around to starting what you planned for yourself!” Her eyes darkened, “Which better be good, or I will make all of Tartarus jealous with the torment I put you through.”

“You’ve already done that, and you’ll do it again regardless of my actions,” groaned Celestia, “But all the same, you have nothing to worry about.”