Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Chrysalis and Doomie, being connected to Sonata now through the hive, were enjoying it quite a lot by proxy. Both were leaned over the railing, drool splashing on the orgy in the stands beneath them, each with a throbbing cock out, pushing it through the hole of one of their hooves to stroke themselves off.

“Um, Madam Dragon Lord,” said the Duke, unable to keep from looking over at her, “You are... getting a bit eager.”

“She’s killing an innocent!” Hakim growled, “We weren’t told foal murder would be part of the execution!”

"Well we did all tell them that we wouldn't hold their execution methods against them," said Doomie.

“It’s basically a force-grown clone anyway,” Chrysalis lied, “It’s not conscious enough to feel pity for.”

“Then why is she sobbing as if her newborn is being murdered?” Amira asked.

“Celestia is without her magic, she can't scan it to tell what it is, besides she'll sob at anything now,” Chrysalis chuckled between groans, “You saw how she sobbed when all of our lovely dicks were taking turns at her.”

“You guys really should relax too,” panted Doomie, “You sure you don’t want me or Mom to turn into anyone for you?”

“No thanks, we are...” Hakim started, but it felt strange to say they were faithful only to each other just after their rape of Celestia was mentioned.

“Not everypony is so uncivilized to enjoy this in that way,” claimed the Duchess, even though she was panting and it was all she could do to keep her clothes on around her brother.

“Well first,” chuckled Chrysalis, “I’ve seen how you look at Sunset’s behind, Prince Hakim.” She’d actually dug it out of his mind, but didn’t want to imply she’d been doing that, “I’m betting you wouldn’t mind me being her for a spell. Maybe you could bone me while I bone your lovely wife? It’s not cheating if you do it together.” She then turned to the Duke and Duchess, “And I’ve seen the way you look at each other. You want to bang cock-to-cunt so hard you can barely stand it.” Though a lot of that was probably recent exposure to this crowd.

“We couldn’t even if we wanted,” the Duchess said, “I’m in... season.”

“Tsk, leave it to me, I’ll do the best I can to keep it from resulting in a foal,” Chrysalis had little if any idea how to do that to ponies. It wasn’t something she’d studied given her tendency to enjoy making babies.

“That doesn’t sound certain,” the Duke said.

“Nothing in life is certain,” shrugged Chrysalis.

“I think they’re just shy,” suggested Doomie.

“Wheee,” Sonata sang as she suddenly floated up to their part in the stands, “There’s a lot of creatures doing a lot of stuffs in the stands right now! Not all of it stuff I'm comfortable with, but to each their own!” She then floated about in a figure eight above their heads, humming away.

“What is that creature?” Hakim looked up at Sonata, recognizing the flying fish that sometimes turned into a gangly hairless creature to grind against him. "Is she one of yours, Dragon Lord?"

“That creature is a bat-shit crazy slut,” said Chrysalis with complete honesty, but then rose from her seat, pulling her holy hoof from her shaft and strutting over towards Hakim and Amira. Her form shimmered, a blast of green around her as she took Sunset’s form. “But yes, she is 'one of mine'. How about we revel in a fantasy of yours while we enjoy the show?”

Doomie bounced over to the Duke and Duchess himself, dropping his helmet on the way, not shifting but rather suddenly attempting to undress the Duchess. Sonata giggled from above, then continued her tune as she hovered down atop the Duke, grabbing for his clothing just as he was about to defend his sister from Doomie’s un-asked-for disrobing of her.

“What are you doing?” demanded the Duke.

“Aw come on you guys!” Doomie smiled brightly at them, “This is a vacation for you! Besides, sharing this sort of thing with allies is a great way to become closer as nations!” His smile brightened, “So, who can I be to make your first incest-fun better?” He was there to help, whether they wanted it or not. “Either of you got kids? Maybe another sibling? A parent? A secret crush?”

“You didn’t think to include ‘spouse’ in that list?’ asked the Duchess.

“Pbbt,” Doomie stuck out his tongue, “Course not! That’d be boring! Come on you two, let’s strengthen some diplomatic ties!”

“We can all strengthen diplomatic ties while we watch!” Sonata suggested helpfully.

“That’s a good idea!” Chrysalis said, shortly after having flipped an alarmed Hakim onto his back. She didn't hop on his dick yet, but began to drag him towards the middle of the seats by one hind leg. “That’s six participants though, seven if my court musician wants to join in. How to arrange this.”

“Hakim!” Amira ran after them, though even with the sudden aggressive sluttiness from their new ally, she had to admit she wasn’t nearly as outraged at her husband being dragged off for sex as she'd normally be.

“Leave it to me!” Sonata said proudly, “I’m great at organizing orgies!" She'd be a pretty shitty siren if she wasn't.

“Let’s see,” said Doomie, who with Sonata’s help had managed to get the uptight Duke and Duchess in the nude, “We’ll want the Duke in his sister’s cunt, but we don’t want Hakim in Amira, we need to move beyond boring morally-acceptable norms if we want this to be fun.”

“Oh Hakim wants inside me, or rather inside Sunset, but I’ll be close,” Chrysalis grinned, winking at him, “And I definitely wouldn’t mind banging that hottie wife of his.”

The other delegates stared as the three in shock as they discussed how to arrange them in one big sex act. It was too bad they couldn’t hear the in-hive discussion.

“I bet 500 bits I can get Hakim to willingly murder his wife!” Sonata said over the hive.

“Why would you even want to do that?” Doomie asked in-hive. "You don't normally go in for the murder."

"This isn't murder," Sonata reasoned, "We're doing a favor for Emperor Bacon. I think having him infected that good would be even better than sending them both back kind of infected."

“I second Doomie’s sentiment on that one, as a group let's all try to cut down on the acting like ponies,” Chrysalis said in-hive. “But all the same, we are doing a favor here, so you’re on. He’s way too religious to go that far so soon. I mean you managed to get them to rape Celestia, but they sure as fuck looked freaked out afterward.”

“Well um,” Doomie said in hive speak, trying to think of a less horrifying one, “I bet I can get Duke to knowingly knock up Duchess?”

“That’s an easy one,” scoffed Chrysalis.

“What’s an easy one?” asked Amira.

“Hm?” Chrysalis asked, “Oh, did I say that out loud? Ignore me; I talk to myself. I have like seventeen personalities.”

“I see...” Amira stared.

“I'd like for us to all pile on at once, but sets of more than four get pretty awkward,” said Sonata, once again out loud, “So let’s say two groups, then maybe mix up and do it again! Let’s start with Hakim in Chryssi, who’s in Amira while I get Hakim’s tongue up my cooch. Then Duke and Doomie double-bang Duchess with Duke in her puss-puss of course, then we switch it up. Anyway... let’s split!”

“Okay here’s what we should do,” Doomie said, not letting his partners get in a word immediately, “Duke lays on his back, with his head pointed to the arena so he can still watch all that fucked up crap down there. Then Duchess rides him like a cowgirl, while I do her up the ass. Who do you want in your butt, Duchess?” Doomie looked at her, ready to change to whomever.

“Why you little-“ Duchess started to sound like she’d get angry, but then said more quietly, “Well I did have a crush on my uncles as a little girl. He looked like-”

“Got it!” Doomie said as he yanked the image from her mind and immediately changed, “Time for fun!”

Duke was apparently getting into the spirit, since he had laid himself out just as Doomie had suggested. Duke’s sheath was a bit swollen, though only partially spilling out. Doomie licked his lips, turning the Duchess around and pushing her over to her brother, then coaxed her down a bit roughly, but not so much so that she’d scream rape.

“Ever had it up the butt?” Doomie asked.

“Once,” said Duchess, and added defensively, “I was only experimenting!” She felt Doomie behind her and mentioned, “ I haven’t seen you lubricate yourself.”

“Changelings can just shift slick skin that's just like lube!” bragged Doomie, “It’s really useful for tight fits.”

Duke looked at the arena screens at first, looking shocked before looking back away. He was more interested in his sister’s damp slit as it rubbed against his sheath anyway. Doomie took Duchess’ flanks in his hooves, assisting her in her movements so that she would rub her warmth against her brother’s sheath, which began to spill far more rapidly now. At the same time, Doomie was rubbing his slimy pony dick against her behind to let her feel that he was, in fact, very slippery.

“Get ready for a treat you two,” said Doomie as Duchess began to move her hips between them, now drooling and leaving a glistening path of juice on Duke's now throbbing shaft. Doomie grinned, “You’re about to fuck your own sibling; eat up that idea and own it, cause the first incestuous act for any pony feels amazing!” He licked the back of Duchess’s ear, feeling her shiver, moving her hips forward almost to Duke’s tip, letting just the hood flick against him.

“I’m still not sure I should be doing this,” Duke breathed heavily.

“A-am I not doing it right?” Duchess asked him.

“No! I mean yes, you are!” Duke, “You feel amazing already, it’s just-“

“Come on Duke,” purred Doomie, “Pull those hooves over here and feel these rolling hips. Duchess, all you gotta do is sit on it, and you’ll be in heaven. I guarantee it will feel better than any cock that has ever stretched that beautiful cock gobbler of yours before!” He looked to Duke, “Come on, just grab her hips and pull her down onto it; you have no idea how good that fuck spire can feel! She wants it, just look at it in her eyes!”

The siblings looked at each other, panting and trembling. Both wanted it, but neither wanted to have to say they initiated the act, him waiting for her to sit and her waiting for him to yank her down. Doomie chuckled, and took the blame himself, lining them up and pushing downward, Duke’s cock slurping loudly as it pushed inside, drooling cunt-lips wrapping tightly around him and squeezing.

Duke’s eyes went wide as his cock was engulfed. He had thought Doomie was just making dirty talk, but his sister’s pussy, combined with energies he was unaware of, really was amazing! He wanted nothing more than to be balls-deep inside, to shoot his load into her hot womb. He began to thrust his hips upward, staring at where his sister’s pussy was sliding up his shaft in amazement.

Duchess clenched like she expected it to hurt, but then arched her back, squealing in surprised delight as she felt her brother’s shaft push up into her. Why did this feel so good? She didn’t care, she wanted nothing more than to have it rammed repeatedly inside her. She leaned forward hooves on the ground on his either side, looking down at his face to find the equal pleasure etched there. Unafraid of consequences due to Chrysalis’ assurances, she milked his shaft within her as she bounced.

Doomie let them get into a good motion before adding himself to the mix, his well-lubed shaft ramming right up her tail pipe as she came up from her thrust. She cried out in surprise, and clenched her teeth briefly in pain, but after a bit of shivering, she began to move her hips again, and Doomie slowly worked himself deeper into her ass. “That’s it, give in to it. There’s nothing wrong with this; you'd be surprised how many ponies secretly want to fuck their siblings... oh but I don’t think Chrysalis made you infertile, and she’s a bit too busy to now.” Doomie grinned widely, seeing how they’d react to that now that their bodies and instincts were colliding.

It took a moment for Duke to absorb all that she had said, “Oh... ah... we shouldn’t really stop then.” Despite his words, his hips didn’t stop, and his hooves unconsciously grasped her hips more tightly as if instinctively not wanting to let the fertile female flee. He looked back at that sloppy mess, shaft visibly drooling her cunt honey on each drive downward, visibly drooling from her lips onto his belly as she moved. Her tunnel still squeezed and spasmed, and it felt like their cock and pussy were literally made for one another for a perfect fit.

“Right, we really... really should stop,” agreed Duchess, “I mean... even a stray drip could... fertilize me.” But her hips didn’t stop either, seeming to speed up in eagerness with his own, her whole insides feeling like they were convulsing in a desperate attempt to milk his fertile seed into her while she was still thinking with her ovaries instead of her brain. She leaned further forward, their lips now close enough to feel each other breathe.

Doomie was still getting it, but her hips pushing back for him was like an afterthought of her connection with her brother, like she very nearly forgot that this was a threesome. He didn’t mind, a hot clenching asshole was good regardless of it if it thought he was a good lay in return. “You think it feels amazing,” Doomie encouraged, “But blowing a load into a fertile pussy that’s related to you is the most ridiculously amazing thing you can feel, so much better than blowing one in someone you should.” Not that Doomie knew all this to compare; he had only ever bred with his mother. “Come on, give each other a big kiss and blow your load inside your sister’s cunt where it belongs!”

“We definitely... should...“ Duke’s words were cut off by a moan, or perhaps not, as he felt himself explode inside her. His groan in turn was cut off when her lips met his, waggling their tongues together as they did something that was really going to be hard to explain back home. His liquid love burst into her womb, drenching her within, giving her heated foal chamber all it needed. He could honestly say he’d never came that hard, arching his back and shaking so violently that Doomie had to pull them both back lest he vibrate off the edge beneath the railing in front of them.

Duchess felt dizzy as she clung to her brother, herself exploding into a stream of convulsions right before he went off like a fountain within her, continuing to squeeze and milk his cock, “Y-yes... inside... “She had somepony waiting at home thinking he was going to get her womb when she returned, but she didn’t care. There was nothing she wanted more right then than her brother’s foal growing inside her, and didn’t care if anypony knew, though she might care later when she came down from this.

Doomie groaned himself, caring about the meal more than the squeezing tight hole about his shaft, but all the same, shivered as he blasted her asshole full of sperm, which she didn’t even notice he was doing, though she might feel it when she sat down after this was done. “Oh fuck your love has me so full,” he moaned.

“Of course,” Duke lay his head back, panting, “You’re an emotion eater... you were making us into a meal.” All the same, he didn’t seem angry, and brought his hooves up around Duchess to pull her back down onto his cock when she tried to lift herself.

“I don’t really care that he did,” admitted Duchess, resting on her brother beneath him. “What the hell is wrong with me? I would have hurled at the thought of incest a week ago.”

“Well, all I said was true, and I didn’t lie about what I was,” blushed Doomie as he extracted himself from her asshole with a slurp, “No point in letting the energy go to waste, right? Um, congratulations on your pregnancy, by the way.”

Chrysalis, still in Sunset’s form, pushed Amira onto the floor violently, but at least caught her head so it didn’t slam against the railing or floor. She moved up over her, peering down at her with a smirk, lowering herself belly to back with Amira, Chrysalis’ shaft throbbing between their soft bodies. Sonata helped Haakim in turn, moving above him and picking him up at his shoulders, swinging him so that his own sheath smacked against Chrysalis’ behind, beginning to fill out as Sonata left him in a nice mounting position. Sonata herself then floated in front of his face, legs spread, stroking his head and pulling her warm slit close enough to feel his breathing.

"I bet this is the first dick that's touched you aside from your dear husband's, hm?" Chrysalis licked the side of Amira's muzzle.

“I guess you guys haven't fucked someone other than each other?” asked Sonata, “Not counting rape!” Despite having just asked a question, Sonata pushed her slit against Haakim’s muzzle, giggling as she rubbed a big sticky spot onto his nose, then moved her claws down his back and pushed downward on his rump.

“Very much... not!” Haakim said between rubbing against his muzzle, but all the same, his shaft spilled out against that warm behind beneath him, and after licking his lips, he found that siren juice was quite tasty, like nectar, which wasn't far from what it was. He took several more stiff licks, blushing greatly as he did so. His rump pushed down when Sonata pushed, rubbing his thickening shaft between Chrysalis’ hind legs, and getting a roll backwards from her hips. “This... this is so wrong.”

“We are faithful to each other,” Amira claimed, just as they had previously, “We cannot just ignore our laws!” She felt more weight atop her, eyes large when she felt Chrysalis’ shaft prodding around for her entrance. She tried to pull her hind legs together, but Chrysalis pulled them back apart, then pushed Amira’s head through the railing in front of them to make it harder for her to move. She opened her muzzle to tell her no, but it was quickly pulled shut with Chrysalis’ magic. Once it dawned on Amira that Chrysalis had every intention of raping her, her struggles grew a bit more desperate, but her husband’s line of sight to her was blocked by Sonata.

Chrysalis didn’t originally intend to rape the mare, but once she was atop her, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so she decided to gamble on the taint having Amira sex-crazed enough not to care by the time she went home. Chrysalis didn’t indulge in unwilling partners so much as many ponies, but she definitely enjoyed it when she did. She forced Amira’s muzzle shut and enjoyed that moment on Amira’s face when she realized what Chrysalis was doing. “That’s it, grind that plot on my cock so I can plow your wet fuck hole.” Chrysalis smiled at Amira, then spoke in Amira’s voice for Haakim to hear, “Y-yes... oh so naughty having another pony inside me... but it feels so good.”

Sonata smirked at Chrysalis' antics, and made sure to keep her rump so that Haakim couldn’t see his wife well enough to know it wasn’t her. “Ooo,” Sonata giggled, “It sounds like the owner of your favorite pussy wants to play around a bit too. You’re not gonna ruin her fun, are you?” Sonata fake-frowned. “Besides, I can tell you want to drive that cock into some unmarried cunt, revel in the wrongness.” Sonata thought about cramming his throat with her cock, but wanted to hear him dirty-talk with his wife as she was being raped just one body away from him.

Haakim was encouraged when he heard his wife’s voice, and there was a lot of squirming down there, so she must have been enjoying herself. Well, if she wouldn’t be angry with him, maybe he’d try this out. He pushed his shaft to Chrysalis’ slit, which literally slurped his shaft into her, encouraging him deeper as her drenched walls rolled up and down his shaft. He really did think the Empress was gorgeous, and he smiled as he rubbed his hooves all over that thick plot as it thrusts back and forward. He continued to lap at Sonata more eagerly, now pressing his muzzle against her to push her further apart and diving his tongue deeper into the strange creature.

"I can't get you pregnant, right?" Haakim asked.

"You could if my womb wasn't currently in use," smirked Chrysalis. It never went more than twenty-four hours without being in use anymore.

Amira struggled and kicked, even more so when she heard Chrysalis using her voice to egg her husband into his own sin. Tears rolled down her face as she felt Chrysalis invading her, pushing into the sacred place she held only for her husband. Her pussy stretched more than she’d ever felt it before by the magical shaft. She was at damp inside, but it still stung, unable to loosen her muscles. Her eyes looked up to Chrysalis pleadingly as she wept more.

Chrysalis just enjoyed the power trip, simultaneously moving her hips while still watching the festivities, feeling Haakim sink eagerly into her, rolling her walls about his shaft as he unknowingly fucked his wife’s rapist. Chrysalis leaned forward to Amira, speaking in her ear so that only she could hear, “I take it this is your first time being raped? It’s an experience every mare should have; it made me who I am.” She then licked her tears before continuing, “Oh, and you’ll almost certainly end up pregnant when I cum inside you.” Confusion and fear built in Amira’s eyes; why was their new ally acting like one of these uncivilized Equestrians? Well okay maybe not that bad; she hadn't gutted Amira yet after all, but she was still acting really bad.

Sonata didn’t really care about diplomats or fucking at the moment, since she was also watching the delicious sight in the arena, but she did want to win her bet, so it was time to see how much she could rile up Haakim. She continued to hum in his ear and sang her words as she moved herself away from his muzzle, instead sliding about above him again, sliding off his decorative saddle so that she could grind more directly against his fur. She pointed his face to make sure that he noticed his wife wasn't consenting quite as much as him, then spoke into his ear, “Oh, look at that. Your beautiful wife might not be having a good life, you should save her from this screw, but do you really want to? Look at the tears on the face of your mate; is it not a face you’d love to dominate?”

Haakim widened his gaze as he looked at Amira’s expression, who looked back at his with hope that he would push Chrysalis off of her. He started to, but the feel of Chrysalis’s moist behind smacking his belly, his balls swinging beneath and bumping against Chrysalis’, and the lewd sound of the changeling’s cock inside Amira was all so wonderful. That’s not to mention the feel of Chrysalis rolling her fuck tunnel over him up and down. “I am breaking so many laws right now,” he panted, but just couldn’t stop. His wife’s pitiful face... it made his cock throb harder than it ever had.

Amira’s heart sank as her husband just stared down at her and drooled as he continued to ram his dick into Chrysalis, pleasuring her as she defiled Amira. She tried to push Chrysalis away from her, but her hind legs were grasped in Chrysalis’ magic, pulled upward and spread out so far that she felt like a wish bone. She felt Chrysalis’ cock go deeper than Haakim every managed, right up into her womb, and could only weep. Suddenly she found her muzzle released, and immediately pleaded, “Haakim, help me! Haakim she’s hurting me really bad, please help me! Haakim!” But he was just staring at her face and visibly salivating.

Chrysalis saw what naughty Sonata was doing, and had released Amira’s maw so perhaps her pleading would keep her husband from snuffing her life out and losing Chrysalis the bet. All the same, she wasn’t about to stop cramming it. She burst into Amira’s womb, jabbing the back wall with each long thrust, ridges popping past her lips with every pass, enjoying the sweet massage of unwilling pussy, and knowing how important it was to Amira that no one else defile it made it even better. All the time she convulsed around Haakim, hoping that he wouldn’t go too far perhaps if she got him off quickly. She let herself go against him quickly, her pussy exploding around him, insides literally twisting about him and milking him for all she was worth.

“Do you hear her begging so clear?” Sonata sang, continuing to grind, sopping wet enough to drool down his sides, “And now your own fun is so near. Once you are done with this little pass, you should ram that hot cock right up your wife’s ass!” Lust was yummy, and it was so hard to get someone really pumped doing something ‘negatively lustful’. Usually at least; it didn’t seem like it’d be nearly as hard to find in modern Equestria.

“Anal sex is against-“ Haakim started out of habit, but of course he was already getting off on seeing his wife raped, so ramming her up the poot shoot against her will wasn’t really any worse, “I am sorry Amira, but this creature, she is just so fuckable.” He stopped short of saying his wife was a lousy lay in comparison, but it seemed to be implied, “I’m going to pummel my sperm in this hot mare’s pussy, then I am going to mark the hole you’ve denied me with my seed.” Speaking to her that way by itself made him feel incredible, so very powerful, though he was lucky it wasn’t the real Sunset he was fucking; she would have taken offense to the male being the dominating party. He groaned, blowing his load into a mare he barely knew, painting her insides, going off even harder than he had raping Celestia.

“Haakim...” Amira begged one last time, but it was no good. Worse, she felt herself enjoying that thick dick in her hot plot, and had no idea getting fucked so roughly could feel so amazing. She bit her lip, trying not to lose her own cupcakes, but it was a losing battle. She arched her back and moaned, for a few moments forgetting that she was sobbing in humiliation. Her body shook violently, and she realized that she had never actually had a proper orgasm before; before it had always been mount-hump-hump-splurt and it was over. She found herself groaning loudly, “Fuck my asshole, Haakim, while another sire’s sperm stirs in my womb!” Why did that feel so hot to say?

Chrysalis was happy that the two seemed to have worked out their marriage difficulties, “That’s it you sexy things, give into your inner slut.” She clenched her pussy again, practically cutting off the circulation to Haakim’s shaft as she blasted her own load into his wife. Going for impregnation rather than only fun, Amira got the full treatment blasted into her, globs of gooey slime forcing its way through Chrysalis’ cock and swelling out Amira’s belly in the process, writhing about inside. Chrysalis panted pre-emptively before Amira panicked, “Don’t mind the writhing in your womb, it’ll go away in a bit. It’s a changeling thing.” She then yanked herself out of Amira, pulling herself from between them and violently shoving Haakim down atop her.

Sonata giggled as Haakim fell against Amira, but wormed her way around him, rolling Amira onto her back before pushing him back down atop her. It was easier for a hooved creature to choke their partner to death if they had them pinned back against the floor. “Your cock is still throbbing alas; it looks like it’s time to plug up that ass. Though it may hurt and make your wife chatter, remember that only your pleasure matters!” She slid atop him again, high enough on his back to lay her head against his shoulder from behind and reach her arms about him.

Haakim was going to push it in nice and slow, but Sonata wasn’t having it. As soon as he lined himself up, she shoved his hips down hard, ramming him firmly, popping him inside the warm dry hole using left over lubrication from his previous sin. He felt her clench and heard her cry out, and only wanted to push further, belly smacking her rump on the first thrust, then immediately hammering his hips as hard as he could, balls slapping against her pussy as it drooled Chrysalis’ somewhat-chunky spunk. It was such a foreign feeling to him, but an incredible one all the same; he realized that he wanted to fuck her violently enough to keep her from consenting for a long as possible. He didn’t care if she sobbed the whole way home; her holes were now his to plunder at will.

Amira had just been warming up to the idea of naughtiness, but also expected a smooth slow entry. She squealed as it was rammed balls-deep, pain shooting up through her, more so than when Chrysalis was pounding her pussy. She kicked her hind legs about, but they just flicked helplessly on either side of his hips, and pushed with her front hooves, but he just pulled them outward with his own front legs to hold her. “Haakim, love, you’re hurting me!” As tears began to roll down her face again, she looked up into his eyes and realized that he knew he was hurting her, he wanted to hurt her.

“Aw fuck,” Chrysalis sighed, flashing back to her typical form, and realizing that Sonata was probably going to win their little bet. Oh well, it wasn’t like she had much use for bits anyway. Once she was known as an associate of the Empress, she could probably just walk into any shop in Equestria and take whatever she wanted. She felt Doomie, also back in his normal form, lay his head against her lap, so she instinctively pushed his muzzle against her moist slit as if nursing him.

“They’re happy on their own,” Doomie said between laps, referring to the Duke and Duchess, who appeared to be going through the whole karma sutra and were just hitting their third mutual orgasm while showing no sign of ceasing. Doomie just sat with his mommy as they both snacked on the incest-love next to them and watched the horrors in the arena.

Sonata licked at Haakim’s ear between lines, rubbing against him more as she bounced on his hammering rump. She reached her hands around to take his front hooves, slowly moving them up to his wife’s throat and placing them against it. “If you think that this dominance is good, there is another one better you could, crush her neck for good or for ill, and feel her ass spasm as you go for the kill. When her life is over you need not despair, for a hot stud like you can have any mare.”

Haakim shook violently, hyperventilating but unable to keep his hips from pounding, looking down into the eyes of his sobbing wife as Sonata moved his hooves. Did she just suggest what he thought she did? Surely he couldn’t... or maybe he could. The idea was starting to seem more likeable. Yes, Sonata was right; Why bother with this pent-up bitch of a mare when Haakim could have any mare in his kingdom, whether they wanted or not. He could take another, use her until she was too old or boring, then toss her aside and take yet another. Yes, oh fuck yes, he wanted that. He already knew who he would take. She was already married, but a single order from Haakim could make her a widow. He looked down at Amira with fire in his eyes, saliva dripping onto her face to join her tears, and pushed his hooves as hard as he could, cutting off her air, lustfully watching the pain and humiliation in her eyes evolve into abject terror.

Amira had been shocked to see him not want to stop her rape, and more shocked that he wanted to hurt her himself, but nothing could have prepared her for the realization that he was going to murder her right here in the stands at a royal execution. She cried out, trying to beg as her air was cut off, trying to push his hooves from her neck with her own, but he had the advantage of being on top. Amira saw Sonata giggle, morph back into that gangly form, then climb up to his shoulders to put more weight behind him. It was that evil little furless demon; she had somehow warped her husband’s mind. All Amira could do now though was sob as he crushed her throat.

“You know, Celestia’s first kill was choking somepony to death,” Chrysalis commented as if giving them a bit of trivia, slowly running one hoof over Doomie’s slurping head. “It was that prissy white coated slut. I didn't get to see it, but she did 'force' me to fuck the corpse later. Ah memories.”

Sonata hmm-ed, her smile becoming a half-one as she wasn't entirely into spouse-murder, but it was a special occasion, and she didn’t want to leave without causing at least one innocent death other than Celestia’s nasty spawn; she owed Bacon Pony to do the best she could on this. “Crush her throat until it gives, lest this slut of a wife manages to live. Then kiss her deep as she has a fit, and lick out the blood as she chokes on it.”

Haakim’s cock throbbed as he alternately hammered her hips into her then rocked forward and push his hooves as hard as he could against her throat, straining and clenching his teeth, wanting more than anything to crush her throat. He wasn’t even sure why anymore, like he couldn’t consciously hear the siren’s song and had become convinced that this was his amazing idea. “Die, die, die!” He moaned as he felt her neck give beneath her, finallky crushing her neck, staring into the wide-eyed terror of her eyes as he leaned forward to kiss her, running his tongue against the back of her throat as she coughed up the first splat of blood.

Amira couldn’t believe what was happening, from the siren’s song to the lustful gaze of her one true love as he murdered her in full view of public, a public that didn’t care. In fact, she spotted a few ponies peeking over the edge of the royal seats and likely masturbating to her death. This was not how she expected to die. She felt her throat give, and panicked, thrashing about as the pain filled her, her air gone, gagging up a fountain of blood for Haakim to lick out of her gasping muzzle. She very quickly prayed for forgiveness for all the horrible things she had done since she arrived, and hoped dearly that she didn’t miss any. She hoped Haakim got around to confessing his too; it’d be embarrassing in the afterlife if her husband was in Tartarus.

“Oh fuck yes!” Haakim didn’t even need Sonata’s encouragement now, licking at Amira’s throat between speaking, “I’m murdering my own wife, this is so fucking hot! I should have done this years back you nagging cunt!” He moaned, still crushing her neck even though it was already nearly flattened by his hoofprints, and watched her eyes roll back slowly as she departed. Her body shuddered against him, asshole convulsing as well as she shook in deathgasm, making him flow over as well, packing his sperm into his wife’s dying ass. When he blew his load, she struggled weakly beneath him, but by the time he had packed in the last splurt, she was still, staring up at him with the last expression she’d ever have, the horror of one she loved suddenly killing her.

Haakim grinned and panted, but only for a few seconds as he came down from his fuck-high. He then suddenly shrieked at the realization of what he just did, shaking Amira first as if he thought she might wake, then trying to push at the sides of her neck as if he thought that’d pop the whole thing back into shape. “No! No! No! Amira!”

“No worries!” Sonata giggled, “You can always take her cadaver home for more sex.” She added after he looked at her in horror, “What? That’s what ponies here do when they kill their mate.”

“Don’t worry dear,” Chrysalis patted his shoulder, “We’ve all lost control and murdered someone we liked at some point in our lives. Would it make you feel better if I crushed my son here’s throat?”

Doomie tried not to giggle and pretended not to hear. It wasn’t any big deal, even normal changelings had an incredible healing factor when not dampened by magical fields, and he could pretend to be a corpse the same as he pretended to be anything else.

“W-what?” Haakim looked at Chrysalis, weeping pitifully as he looked at his dead mate’s blood all over his hooves, “Are you crazy? Why would that make me feel better? You- You...”

“I don’t mind, really! I have dozens of children to replace this one, and probably another half dozen at least inside me right now” Chrysalis assured him.” How about this, I let you fuck his little ass while I murder him.”

“I really shouldn’t do that with another male,” Haakim sniffled.

“You really shouldn’t have raped Celestia or fucked me or murdered your wife,” Chrysalis pointed out. “What’s one more? It’ll be fun!”

“F-fine, sure,” Haakim nodded, not quite as up for resisting the strange urges at this point.

Chrysalis slid Doomie’s rump over as he continued to lap at her, pulling his tail up and winking at Haakim as if she was giving him the chance to surprise Doomie with butt sex. His behind looked unusually slick inside, glistening a bit, which was good since Haakim had fucked off most of his lube in Amira’s asshole and could probably use a fresh coat.

“Come on,” whispered Chrysalis, “Look at him, he’s so happy, just sneak up behind him... and end his innocent little life.” Fuck this was disturbing. Sunset was going to owe Chrysalis for agreeing to do this shit. “You’re the leader of a nation; if you can’t squeeze the life out of a child once in a while, what kind of a leader are you?”

If not for the pulsing swirl of evil lust energy permeating the arena at the moment, there was no way that would have made sense to him, especially since Doomie was already known to Haakim as the captain of Chrysalis’ guards and definitely not a child. All the same, Doomie discreetly shrunk himself a bit to pass for it better.

Haakim’s cock throbbed again as he grabbed for Doomie’s cute little butt, yanking the changeling’s tail up and slamming himself into his bottom. He was a pretty bad aim in his ravenous lust, but Doomie shifted slightly to compensate, then screeched like a proper little rape victim as he felt it slide deep, hind legs kicking frantically, loving a fat cock up his ass, but looking agonized all the same.

“Oh yes rape that little faggot’s ass,” Chrysalis purred, “Let’s squeeze the life out of this little fucker together.” Chrysalis leaned forward and kissed Haakim deeply, then moved her hooves down to squeeze around Doomie’s neck. Haakim joined quite eagerly this time, wringing Doomie’s neck like a washrag as his hips flew into a fury of thrusts.

“No Mama please don’t-“ Doomie screamed before he was cut off.

Haakim groaned loudly in response, “Oh yes, foal murder... I know just who the next foal I’ll do is when I get back home.”

“Um,” Duke cleared his throat, pulling his shaft from Duchess after yet another go, then sliding up to his seat. “Is that Princess Amira over there? Is she, um..”

“Very dead yes, Haakim here decided he wanted a divorce and this way had less paperwork,” Chrysalis nodded and purred, “And I’m killing my comrade here, are you two going to be left out, or do I get to see some sibling murder? If I had to choose, I’d say the brother should die, that way you can have the incest foal to remember him by still.”

“W-what?” Duchess just stared with her muzzle open, looking down at the struggling Doomie as the life was apparently choked out of him.

Sonata came up behind Duchess, purring herself, and sliding her slim arms around the mare, gently placing a knife in her hoof, making sure her sticky-hoof had a good grip on it, “You’ve enjoyed your brother’s dick, now cut off that prick. Shove it down his throat, make his blood cover your coat.”

“Excuse me?” Duke was understandably alarmed, but found himself held by the helpful Chrysalis’ magic when he tried to move away. “What is going on?!”

“Your sister is about to murder you,” Chrysalis explained since he was being a bit slow, then turned to Haakim, “Maybe you can come to my kingdom sometime, I’m a better lay that that cadaver over there ever was... which I don't need to tell you since you just had a sample.”

“Oh fuck yes you are!” Haakim drooled, shaking violently as he twisted Doomie’s neck back and forth, feeling and hearing the crack of Doomie’s neck with each pass, “Oh yes feel those bones give, die you worthless faggot, die in Mommy’s lap!” Haakim came hard one more time, shivering once again, his erection easily overflowing the smaller hole.

Doomie shook violently, gagging up blood so spectacularly that Chrysalis told him over hive-net to dial it down a notch. All the same, she leaned down and suckled the blood from his muzzle. Drinking the blood of your loved ones was a nice bonding exercise.

Haakim dropped Doomie’s limp ass, yanking himself free, and then just sitting back on his haunches and staring at nothing, “Why am I doing these things?”

“It’s probably just something you ate,” Chrysalis patted his cheek, then pushed him over to watch him flop atop his dead wife, looking like he wouldn’t be able to move himself until his brain unbroke just slightly.

There was a better show on the other side of her anyway, so she pulled Doomie’s head to her slit again to let him lick, his neck already healed and just shifted to look broken.

Sonata pushed Duchess forward to where Duke was held, smiling over her shoulder, then coaxing her hoof with the knife in it down to Duke’s shaft, almost fully erect even then. All she had to do was hum for the wide-eyed Duchess to pull Duke’s shaft up with one hoof, then place the knife behind it, sawing the serrated blade through his shaft.

Duke screamed delightfully, his blood spraying all over his sister’s coat and she watched the shaft that had just impregnated her deprived of its owner. It came off with a slurp, taking balls and all, and she leaned down to cup her muzzle over the wound, for a moment just guzzling at the fountain of blood. She then ran her tongue up his belly and chest, his screams still vibrating through her head, and muffled said screams by ramming his limp dick into his own muzzle, prying it open with one hoof as she rammed it in with the other, forcing him to choke on it, not stopping until it was too deep for her to fish out, his neck now swollen with its limp girth as even his balls were rammed inside.

“You owe me so much money,” Sonata giggled at Chrysalis.

“We only bet on the one,” reminded Chrysalis with a smirk.

“I-I just cut my brother’s penis off,” Duchess said as if just realizing what she’s done.

“Do this next!” Sonata smiled over her shoulder, then pushed Duchess’ hoof downward to ram the blade into Duke’s gut.

It wasn’t clear how broken Duchess was from the sudden cravings, but her hoof went up and down, stabbing into the same place as he gagged and shrieked around the shaft. Sonata reached to move Duchess’ hoof around a bit, and soon she started doing it on her own, ramming it in again and again, everywhere she could from neck to belly, as if trying to not leave a single bit without a stab wound.

And then she froze, because they all froze. A thousand horrifying ethereal screams shivered through them from the arena center.

“Oh yeah,” said Chrysalis, only several minutes later after regaining her composure, “We forgot to be watching that other thing that was happening.”