Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

“Here we are,” smiled Sunset, patting Celestia’s face, “Oh that expression, you look so beautifully broken. All we have to do is hack off those wings and horn and you can start hacking on yourself!”

“I actually had a way I was going to um, do that,” Celestia sighed.

“Hm,” considered Sunset, “I’m slow to give up the pleasure of doing it myself, but carry on; let’s see what you got. Let’s see...” Sunset looked at the time, taking note so she’d know where to send Celestia back to at the end.

Sure enough, as soon as Sunset looked at the time, a flash of blinding light and a sphere formed next to Sunset and Celestia. A noise slowly faded in, and it became quickly obvious that it was the sobbing of Future Celestia, already curled up like a fetus and squalling like an infant. It was to be hoped that this was in fact, Celestia from the future, and not another over-complicated hoax.

“Oh my,” Sunset smiled, “You’re not looking forward to getting done what you just did, from the looks of it.”

"Celestia!" Future screeched, "You have to run now! You have to, she's going to-"

"Celestia," Sunset said calmly as she forced Future's muzzle closed, "Are you forgetting what would happen if she ran? If you value the lives of every pony on this planet, you will not continue with your current discourse. Understand?"

Future Celestia nodded slowly, but just to be sure, Sunset's horn glowed as she cast a spell that would cut Future's sentence off again if she tried to speak on that subject. Sunset looked back to Past, who was staring at Sunset.

"What are you going to- oh my gods," Past said in a hollow voice. "I'm really going to regret encouraging this, aren't I."

"Yes, a great deal," Sunset smiled, "But the same as I told her, and it's not like you can escape anyway. You will continue, or I will make you continue."

“Yes, of course,” sighed Past Celestia, yanking Future up by her mane to make her stand, “Get a hold of yourself! I’ve been embarrassed enough today to last me forever!” When Future wouldn’t stop sobbing, Past cracked her across the face several times with her hoof, “Stop it!”

"We'll see how long it lasts,” smirked Sunset, but took a few steps back, “I’ll just stand here and watch you two together. You clearly have such good chemistry. Like I said previously though, not too much fucking of yourself though, because if you do someone will make that joke.”

Sunset had instructed the Magic University to provide Celestia with whatever props she required as long as they were all something that would result in her misery, and she was looking forward to seeing what was under Celestia's tarp, so smiled as she watched Celestia go to uncover it.

Of course there was one thing Celestia had told her before hoof, since Sunset would have to cast the spell. She wanted a time lapse spell, one so that she could be put into slow torture, days or even weeks, while the arena could watch it go by in minutes. It wasn’t too hard to cast; and combining it with Celestia's first time spell was how Sunset had come up with her finale idea. Either way, she had been looking forward to seeing where that would go ever since Celestia requested it.

Of course Celestia was without her precious magic, so she had to trot over and tug part of the tarp away with her mouth. She revealed what looked like a fuck swing, though with a few odd components.

“We will be, as you know, abusing time travel further,” sighed Past, then looking at Future, “Assume the position, you worthless little shit.”

Future shivered as she moved to the contraption, Past shoving her roughly into place, every move burning with hatred for herself. She pulled bags over her wings, pulling them tightly at the base, then latching another at her horn. Past clenched her teeth in frustration, smacking Future’s noggin again when she kept crying, if somewhat more quietly. She strapped her in nice and steady, then pulled a muzzle over her mouth. That appeared to be a feeding tube, and she was seated on a nice big hole for the other end. One more thing, Past wrapped a strap around Future’s neck that would shoot her up with adrenaline every time her movements started to slow down. She had put a lot of thought into keeping herself awake and in pain.

“My wings and horn will be boiled away with acidic solutions,” explained Celestia, “Think back how horrifying it felt when I removed your horn... and imagine suffering that pain consistently for an entire month.”

“Is she going to be dead soon?” asked Maud, who had been stitched up mid-death throes only to violently gut herself again and have to wait once more. She couldn’t help it; Mister Knife was a good lay, but now she was whole and waiting again it seemed.

“Hold your bladder,” smirked Sunset, “Up for a bang while we watch the suffering? With me giving, for once.”

“Bang away,” said Maud.

Sunset slid over behind Maud, the calm pony shifting her tail out of Sunset’s way, but otherwise showing no reaction as Sunset casually slipped into her slit. Sunset shivered for just a moment when she popped through a hymen; she’d have to reward the healer later for giving her that treat, then worked her way deeper with repeated thrusts. She felt special when Maud bothered to roll her own hips back in response to Sunset's thrusts, something she normally reserved for family members.

The real show though was with Future. Sunset concentrated on her spell, wrapping Future and the contraption in a neat little bubble. The contraption had enough food made to keep Future fed and deal with waste removal for a full month, and hopefully it would take the whole time.

At first Future was just shivering in her bonds, sobbing occasionally at how worthless she was, but then the acidic mess slowly began to work at her. Her wings felt simply raw at first, and it took several days before her feathers finally began to come out, wings bared like giant chicken wings and flesh slowly peeling away.

The horn was the real treat though, taking much longer to burn through. The pain ramped up far faster than Celestia had expected, unbearable before she had even noticed the burning away of her wings, stabs flowing down through her and circling back up, an endless cycle of pain building upon pain building upon more pain. She spent several days just screaming, and another several screaming more as she thrashed around violently, begging pitifully, and though she was too sped up to hear the pleas, it seemed like she was once again regretting her decision.

Past sat on her haunches, both hooves at her muzzle as she stared at her own torment, certainly regretting it herself as well. What the fuck had she been thinking? She might could have lived indefinitely as an adviser in a giant bird cage had she not been so fucking noble as to insist on execution. Yet at the same time, she still knew that this was what she deserved.

Past started biting at her hooves as tears streamed down her face as well. Maud tugged herself and Sunset forward towards Past, and moved so her head was in a position where she could look up, open her muzzle, and catch Celestia’s tears in her mouth; Sunset could feel Maud’s cunt spasm from the sweet salty taste of revenge.

Future spent another week just weakly convulsing, getting hit with adrenaline, then desperately trying to keep moving so that she wasn’t hit by more of it, since each shot seemed to magnify the agony all the more. That might have gotten boring, but luckily it devolved back into delightful screeching for another full week as the acid hit the core of her horn. Her wings slowly skeltalized, and while they didn’t add much to the already impossible torment, they did look nifty as they slowly came apart and turned into slush.

When the time bubble finally let her go, she was screaming still, the acid on her head now burning against her brain as her horn had literally been boiled out by the roots. Past yanked the equipment off roughly a piece at a time, then threw her hatefully to the ground again. She dumped the bag with her dissolved wings inside over Future, followed by the pinkish horn juice as she curled up and sobbed once again.

“Fairly amusing,” Sunset admitted, using her magic to reform the horn so she could keep it as a souvenir, “But you said I’d need to cast that spell a few times, yes?” She shivered, taking a moment to relax, and to expel a nice relaxing load into her favorite fellow-slave’s slit, then panted as she watched Past again.

Past looked down at Future with even more disgust than before. “Stop your groveling! You have no right to complain for getting what you deserve!”

Past dragged Future back to the same contraption, but this time switched out a few of the parts, fitting what looked like water sprayers all around her. “I’m putting in a regeneration field to keep me alive. I’ll be doused with kerosene and lit on fire, and it will redouse and relight every time the temperature drops below a certain level. This should keep me alive in this state for another full month.” She smacked Future before stepping away, “You won’t be sobbing like the pathetic little pain-slut you are in this one, not while your eyes are getting repeatedly boiled out of your skull.”

“Oh gods,” Future trembled violently, looking at the bitter spite etched on the past hers’ face, “You're being so callous, but you know you’ll regret this.”

“Of that I am certain,” said Past, stepping back again.

The machine sprayed her down for the initial time, drenching her for a full half minute before finally lighting her. Her fur went up like dry leaves and she was immediately thrashing, her screams almost immediately turned to gagging as her tongue bursts from the heat, and her eyes did, in fact, pop and boil out of the sockets. Sunset couldn’t have had a bigger grin as she recast the spell to lock her in that agony.

All Future could do was convulse, her body burning away, skin peeling off, burning muscle down to bone, only to rapidly grow back just before she was doused again and relit. Her face and flesh split apart, her teeth flew out of her muzzle like popcorn, and her blood repeatedly boiled right through her flesh, a red steam rising into the air above her, her heart and lungs bursting into slush from the heat, her organs boiling inside her, only to be reconstructed so the whole process could start again.

Past watched with an empty expression, breathing slowly as she watched the torment she was unleashing upon herself. Days and weeks passed for Future while the arena watched it quickly lapse by, cheering wildly, their joy at her suffering ringing in Past’s ears. Future’s struggles never slowed down, repeatedly energized by the regeneration field, then torn back asunder. It only got worse, by the end it was burning through her so quickly that she was nearly completely skeletal before the regeneration caught up and completely reformed her.

Finally the time bubble snapped away, and Past pulled the switch so that the burning would cease. Left behind was a pristine Future, save for the obvious missing of her wings and horn, nice and clean for more torment.

“Can we not do the last one?” Future muttered to Past as she was tugged free, so delirious with pain that she forgot about having already seen herself suffer through it.

“Pathetic,” Past sighed venomously, “Anyway, the last one is simple.” She dragged what looked like a large wooden tub to center stage, “This was actually a fairly common punishment back in the bad old days before my... benevolent rule. May as well bring it back.”

Past grabbed Future by one leg, showing surprising strength given her mark-less-ness, but pure rage and hatred of herself driving her to barely notice. She slung Future into the tub, then yanked her up by the tail and flipped her when she landed upside down. She finally got her seated on one side of the tub like she was going to enjoy a nice relaxing bath.

“Fed through a tube, and coated with honey,” Past explained, “Well in the bad old days the execution would feed you, but they didn’t have newfangled spells that ought not exist to assist them. “Basically the flies will land on me and lay their larva in my flesh, then those will burst out and more will follow. My flesh will rot like a corpse’s, but I’ll still be alive and fully aware.” She replaced the adrenaline collar around Future’s neck to make sure she did in fact remain aware. “And as there’s no outlet for wastes, you’ll end up rotting in a pool of your own feces. I’m sort of glad we won’t be able to see that part from our vantage, though I'm sure the cameras will show it to the crowd.”

Past strapped Future snugly into the tub, then stepped back and watched, looking eager to see her deserving self suffer all the more. Sunset was grinning wickedly when she cast the time lapse, but had enough foresight to also put a scent bubble around both the time lapse and Past so that only they had to deal with the stench.

“Is this it?” Sunset asked as she locked it in.

“Yes,” Past said, “After this, it is up to you how the final stroke will fall, whether directly from me, or whichever other way you desire. You can even devour my soul if you want, I suppose.”

“Goodness you really are becoming stupid,” chuckled Sunset, “I don’t need to gobble up anyone’s souls. I have all the ones you gobbled up already. I get to use all their power without any of the side-effects of having done it myself, namely... my mind slipping until I was completely incapable of rule, as yours has.”

“I don’t suppose I get a ‘thank you’ for that contribution, at least?” Past sighed, but wasn’t answered. “Whatever. I’m monitoring myself on this one, I’m leaving me in there as long as I can without robbing you the pleasure of my death. So collapse the field when I say.” That at least got a chuckle from Sunset.

Future was whipped at this point, too much to do much thrashing even if she was kept fully aware, but the agony was apparent without so much as a twitch from her. The time lapse made it look like her flesh was slowly boiling off, a cloud of vermin buzzing around her, her skin literally crawling across her flesh, and it only got worse, until bone was visible through rotten muscle.

Her eyes were literally holes in her head at this point, maggots crawling in and out, her muzzle hanging open, teeth falling out one by one as her gums softened. A few times she managed to wail, but most of the time she didn’t get past twitching. He mane fell out, soon her head looking like a fleshless skull with a few strands atop it.

“Well we got to 33 days, but please stop it now,” said Past finally, trying hard not to vomit from the smell that only herselves were privy to. Though as the field dropped, it seemed she only held her vomit so that she could walk up and vomit all over Future’s crawling face, earning a groan from Future as if she could barely move, and hilarious laughter from the crowd. She spit on her face several more times, growling hatefully.

Past walked back to the altar from the start, and draped Twilight and Luna over her back, carrying Luna’s head by the mane in her mouth. “Sunset, please heal me just enough to be able to hear, see, and speak.”

Past waited for Future’s muzzle, eyes, and ear reconstituted themselves, even though they were still in filth, maggots literally crawling over her open eyes as she stared. Past held Twilight’s corpse up in front of her and demanded simply, “Look into the eyes of our butchered student one last time, you festering rotten turd. Beg for the forgiveness that we do not deserve.”

Future looked like she could barely get her brain in order enough to form a response, “I’m sorry, you deserved so much more. You were going to be my successor, I was looking forward to that... but now look what I made you into.” She paused and looked weakly to Sunset, “Can she at least be given proper burial? Please... none of this was her fault.”

“Fuck no,” Sunset laughed, “I’ll be fucking her corpse for years, just like your dyke sister's and yours, once I clean it up.” She looked at Past, “She’s forgetting what you already heard for her, brain must be getting pretty soggy in there.”

Past lay Twilight respectfully on the ground outside of the stench, then pulled Luna’s corpse, holding the loose head atop it, “Apologize to our family, the ones that we betrayed and murdered, and .to our ancestors, who now look down on us with disgust.”

“I love you Luna,” Future said, trying to cry, but her eyes were dry, only puss drooling from them as there had been for weeks. “I never told you that enough. I gave you grossly disproportional punishment during your banishment, then welcomed you back only to do worse. Mother, you gave me a world to shine light upon, and I repaid you with... I don’t even know what I repaid you with.” She looked to Past, “Their souls are gone; there is nothing of them to hear these apologies.”

“Then to our ancestors,” growled Past.

“Forgive me,” sighed Future, “For ending your bloodline in shame, and leaving all the world in ruin behind me. I am ready for whatever torment you might have waiting for me.”

“Aren’t you done yet?” sneered Sunset mockingly behind Past.

Past sighed, “We are done. I will watch you send her to her fate, then me back to mine.” Past remembered how Future had been sobbing in a curled up ball when she arrived; she was not looking forward to seeing this.

Sunset grabbed Future with her magic, pulling her out of the slop that had come up to her neck, and tossed her onto the ground. She turned to Maud, “Perhaps you’d like to do it while she is still aware?”

“I would like that,” Maud said, walking forward. She stared down at Future, she slightest hint of glee shining in her eyes, then turned around, squatting and releasing a stream of piss onto Future’s face. Future took her medicine well, opening her muzzle wide, though was barely able to swallow anymore, it puddling in her muzzle and drooling out the sides, and burning against her rotted flesh. Maud had really been holding it in, continuously urinating on the decrepit face for five minutes before finally stepping away.

“I told you this would happen,” said Maud. “And even though I told you. You still fell head first into it. Just like I said you would.”

Future only gagged, managing to swallow the piss still in her muzzle, then looking up to Sunset, eyes showing her acceptance of her final fate. She felt herself healing rapidly, though she knew it was only so that Sunset would have an acceptable fuck toy afterward.

"I want you to know, Sunset," sighed Future as her body knitted itself back together, "I'm glad I was privileged enough to marry someone like you before I left." Sunset wasn't as wonderful as she had been a week ago, but Celestia hoped her words might push her slightly in the good direction again.

"Shut your dick hole," tsk-ed Sunset.

Sunset moved closer, looking Future in the eyes with a smug look, then twisted her head about with her horn, simultaneously wrenching her body in the opposite direction. The crowd cheered as the neck snapped, Future’s body flopping to the ground to thrash about, a fountain of blood spewing over the arena and crowd.

But Future’s head still screamed, Sunset’s magic keeping her fully conscious and aware. Nearby, a blinding light shown as if through a crack in reality itself, growing slowly wider.

“I am going to throw your soul into a pit of despair and anguish,” Sunset’s spit hit Celestia’s screaming face as she growled, “While I will keep a large majority of the power of these souls, I am sending their essences in right after you. They’re dead, thoughtless, irredeemable, but I think they’ll still have enough feral instinct to rip your soul into pieces. I will loop your fragile reality, and your soul will be ripped apart and rammed back together. For. All. Eternity. I will lock your reality away where no one in the multi-verse will ever find it to save you.”

Sunset paused, to arch her back and groan, her cunt honey flowing down her thighs as she spontaneously came herself. Maud moved around behind her and opened wide to catch what she could.

“But,” panted Sunset, “I will connect on link briefly before I send you on your way into oblivion. I will record your ethereal screams as you are ripped asunder, and enchant your head to play them back for me whenever I want. Oh the nights I will spend masturbating furiously as I hold your severed head to my ear like a seashell.”

Future had stopped screaming, tears streaming down her face one last time, one last look pleading for mercy, “Oh gods please don’t do that...” was all that she could say. "My crimes are horrible, but no one's crimes are infinite."

"Then this is the only way to give you more than you deserve," Sunset smiled, "And if there's one thing you taught me, it's that giving someone more than they deserve is hotter, right?"

The crack ripped fully open, and Sunset released the essence of the gathered souls inside her, flowing through Celestia’s head, stripping her soul out by the roots in an instant as they flew into the crack like a funnel. The arena was suddenly full of their screams, screams of blind dead rage as they tore into her, but her scream out-shined them all, a shriek of terror so haunting that for several long minutes, there was not a single sound in the arena as even the most brutally insane had to stop and stare in horror.

Only Celestia was tormented though. The other souls were just like a chemical reaction, automatically tearing apart any nearby soul, just like Celestia herself had programmed it to do. She would receive the same torment of every pony whose soul she ate again and again.

The crack snapped shut, forever sealed away in its endless loop, forever beyond help. Ages and entire universes would come and go, but Celestia’s torment would always remain, now an unalterable fact of reality.

Sunset turned to Past, who was staring with a look of abject horror that Sunset had never seen and was sure she would never see again.

“Listen,” Sunset whispered to her, holding Future’s severed head against her ear, replaying the recording of what Celestia’s soul was doomed for. “That’s you. Forever.”

Past shrieked, falling backwards and collapsing, curling up in a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. If Sunset’s grin had been any wider, it might well have cut her own face in half. She spit on Celestia’s sobbing, shivering form one more time, then thrust her back into the past so she could live the nightmare she had witnessed herself.

Sunset took a deep breath. Well that had worked pretty well. She still had most of the energy, but none of the screaming in her head. She would have never been able to pull the souls out one by one to give them peace, but dragging them out in one glob seemed to work well enough.

“And that makes one successful transfer of power,” Sunset panted, “That was some good work.” Her horn glowed one last time, teleporting Celestia’s body to the exit of the arena, complete with a sigh that read ‘toilet’, just as she said she would. She’d come back tomorrow to clean her, dismember her so she matched Luna, and take her home. Celestia’s head, of course, came with Sunset immediately.

“That was horrifying,” even Maud was wide-eyed. “Sunset. That should not have been done.”

“I apologize love, I really mean that,” said Sunset, patting Maud’s cheek before hugging her, “I promise I won’t ever make you hear that again.” She smiled as she pulled away, “On another subject though, since I am a widow now, effectively anyway, would it be too forward to take you and buy you an engagement ring?”

“Possibly not,” Maud answered cryptically. “I will need to ask Boulder and Mister Knife if you can join our polyamorous union.”

“They’ll say yes, I’ve seen how they stare at my plot,” Sunset chuckled, moving Celestia’s horn over to Maud’s head, “Maybe I could get you a horn ring even, this might look good on you. How bout we pick you out some nice wings tonight as well.”

“Does that mean taking them from some pony who was already using them?” Maud asked.

“Well obviously,” smirked Sunset, “We don’t exactly have wing shops.”

“Could you not just make them grow?” Maud asked.

“What would be the fuck of that?” giggled Sunset.

“I am possibly intrigued,” admitted Maud.

Sunset kissed her briefly on the lips, and smiled despite the lack of response. Her horn flashed, teleporting them both back into the royal seats.

“Are you going to eat that?” Maud asked Duchess, who just stared in response as Duke’s chest was erupting blood between them.

“Oh dear, look who had some fun here,” Sunset chuckled as she looked about, seeing the dead Amira, the pretend-dead Doomie, and the dying... nope now dead, Duke, “Oh this is delicious. Is Sonata dead too?” The last bit sounded just a bit hopeful.

“Was that hope I just heard in your voice referring to the possible death of one of my children?” Chrysalis arched and eyebrow, then chuckled, “No, she’s hiding from that soul scream. It apparently reminded her of her childhood.”

“Oh forgive me that one, I can’t keep track of who all you’ve absorbed. Makes sense though,” said Sunset, “But such good work Chryssi. These nuts will be bringing the love back to their home countries for certain now. Even if they're overthrown fairly quickly, it won't stop the spread. Soon enough their nations might well beg to be absorbed into my empire. The same as yours will, yes?” She looked at Chrysalis and tilted her head.

There was a long tense moment where they stared each other down, but then Chrysalis smiled, “You can consider my empire part of your empire, Goddess of Sex and Bacon, so long as I still have sole rule there, and as long as you don’t get any genocidal ideas, about my kind or any other. Don’t think I don't have contingency plans if you do.” She then added with a grin, “In other news, Haakim there specifically requested me to be you. I think he might want to plow that divine plot before he heads home.”

“Just the thought of how many contingency plans you have will keep me in line... and did he now?” grinned Sunset, looking over at Haakim, who was still staring in stunned silence from that horrible scream that he didn’t understand, “I’ll let you plow the goddess cunt, Prince, despite your inferior and disgusting gender, but don’t get any ideas about more; I’m taken.”