Skeletons in Sunset's Closet
“You are both fucked up,” observed Maud calmly. She moved alongside Celestia, apparently unconcerned by the fact that both she and Celestia were out in public, naked and covered in Sunset’s blood (though, in fairness, most of the blood was on Maud).
“You said that already,” noted Celestia. This girl was a genuine curiosity, one that Celestia didn’t want leaving her sight anytime soon. All things considered, Maud was taking things exceedingly well. In the span of just a few hours, she had been raped by her father, who also raped and murdered her sisters, all while her mother watched and encouraged. Then, she had freed herself from her binds and murdered her parents in a fit of uncharacteristic rage.
Then, it came to light that her parents had been cursed, and it was all that Sunset Shimmer’s fault. Her Equestrian magic polluted their minds, made them go mad. Naturally, Maud seeked her revenge on Sunset as well. Luckily, a strangely nude Twilight Sparkle came to her aid, and the two raped and tortured Sunset, with the goal of breaking Sunset’s magical hold over their world.
Then, Celestia came along and it turned out it was all her doing anyway. So, for someone who had just witnessed three murders, committed two, and attempted one last one, Maud was holding on extraordinarily well.
“It bears repeating,” said Maud blandly. This was another way Maud was an enigma. There she was, walking alongside the person responsible for all of her suffering, and she still didn’t seem to especially care. Sure, she had managed to sucker-punch the mad goddess at first, but that proved pointless. So, at this point, Maud was kind of just here for the ride.
Much like Sunset, who was currently unconscious and being carried by Celestia’s beloved wife/torture-doll. Twilight struggled to drag Sunset (both of whom were also bloody and nude), who weighed about as much as Twilight herself, along to wherever it was they were going. Celestia often concealed this sort of information from Twilight, knowing her naturally curious mind found this sort of pointless mystery frustrating. Not that Twilight made this point known. She belonged to Celestia in body, mind, and soul. If Celestia wanted to needlessly subject Twilight to mental torment for her own sick amusement, then so be it.
Maud’s earlier observation was, of course, correct. The both of them were incredibly fucked up.
“How are you holding up, Twilight, dear?” asked Celestia innocently.
“Umf… She’s… Heavy…” grunted Twilight. Celestia grinned and used her magic to add two twenty-pound weights to Sunset’s pockets. “Hmf… I love you, my queen.”
“As you should.” Celestia continued leading the little party away from the city. She could feel her cock twitching in anticipation at what was to come. Her earlier annoyance at Twilight attempting to kill Sunset had vanished, for the most part. Celestia couldn’t be too mad, because Twilight’s attempted murder had given her a delightfully foul opportunity. She was still peeved at her painslut wife, and would undoubtedly be punishing her at a later date, but nothing too horrid. Probably just a nice, calm, not-at-all-lewd-or-violent foot massage. Twilight would hate that.
“Where are we going?” asked Maud, though she didn’t seem especially invested in their destination.
“When you were younger, Maud, did you ever pretend to be a pirate?” asked Celestia. Maud barely blinked at the raw absurdity of the question.
“Yes. With Pinkie.” There was a hint of a hint of sadness in Maud’s tone. Her grey demeanor suddenly got just a half shade grey-er. It was hard to pick up on, but it was definitely there.
“There’s a ‘plundering for booty’ joke here somewhere, I’m sure…” Celestia muttered to herself. Out loud, she said to Maud “This will be very similar to that, but with a lot more sex. Actually, considering what Twilight said you did with your sisters, I’m not sure if that’s true…”
“Do you intend to kill me?” asked Maud. Celestia laughed, her features contorted into a foul, malicious, manic grin.
“Dear, I intend to kill everyone at some point. I’m going to kill you all. Your friends. Your family. Everyone you’ve ever known and loved. I will raze your world to ash. I will ravage the soul of your very reality and then fuck the corpse. I will murder your species, take delight in the demise of every man, woman, and child that I encounter, pausing only to rape, torture, or cannibalize to my wicked heart’s content.” Celestia giggled at the thought. “But I presume you mean more in the short term?”
It was quiet for a moment, save for the sounds of their steps and Twilight struggling to carry Sunset.
“Yes. I meant more in the short term,” answered Maud.
“Well, in that case, it all depends on how amusing I find you. When we get to our destination, I advise that you don’t disappoint me if you want to continue living.” Celestia decided not to mention that death would probably soon become a high-demand luxury for Maud if she was actually permitted to live.
“Uh…” Sunset turned slightly in Twilight’s grasp. “Wha…”
“Ooh, she’s coming to,” said Celestia. “Set her down, Twilight. Not too gently, of course.”
Twilight did as she was told and tossed Sunset to the ground. Sunset grunted, clutching her ribs from the impact. Slowly, she realized that she shouldn’t even have been able to clutch her ribs. Last that she could recall, she had been skinned, salted, and burned alive. She had to be dead. This was Heaven, that was the only explanation.
“Good morning, my mediocrely faithful student,” said Celestia.
Sunet groaned. This wasn’t Heaven, far from it. This was Hell. And, to make matters worse, she didn’t even have the luxury of dying before hand.
“What are you going to do to me…?” asked Sunset as she slowly pulled herself to her feet.
“I’m going to give you an opportunity that the people of Equestria would kill for,” Celestia giggled. “Though, to be fair, most of them would probably do that anyway. Then fuck whoever it is they’ve killed… No, I’m going to give you a chance to live. Moreover, I’m going to give you an opportunity to reclaim your spot as my faithful student.”
Twilight’s eyes went slightly wide in panic, but she tried not to let on just how upsetting she found that idea. She didn’t like the idea of competition, and that’s precisely what Celestia was suggesting. But, unfortunately for Twilight, Celestia was very good at sensing negative emotions, especially from her personal rapedoll.
“Hm… Maybe I’ll make a contest out of it,” said Celestia teasingly. “I don’t really need both of you. Perhaps, if you do well, you’ll replace Twilight.”
“Whatever the hell it is you two have going on, I’m not having any part in it,” said Sunset. Her eyes darted around, trying both to get a sense of where she was and discern a possible escape route. They were somewhere on the outskirts of the city, but Sunset couldn’t imagine for the life of her where she was being taken. Except… Twilight and Maud had tried to kill her, and now Celestia was leading them away from the city to a presumably secluded location. A very specific location.
Sunset’s eyes went wide as she pieced two and two together, much to Celestia’s amusement.
“Ah, so she finally figures it out,” giggled Celestia. “When you were taking your little nap, I poked around in your mind. I found out about your little secret…”
“P-please… Please, don’t,” begged Sunset. “Is that what this about? Oh God, I swear, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen, I was just scared, and I—”
“Sunny, dear, I’d be doing all of this and more even if you were completely innocent.” Celestia draped her arm around Sunset almost tenderly. “In fact, I probably wish you were innocent more than you do. Though, if I’m being honest, your guilt is every bit as tantalizing.”
Celestia gave Sunset a lick up the cheek, chuckling at her repulsed shudder. If Sunset was already uncomfortable, she would have a very difficult time with what came next.
The little party of four made their way up a grassy knoll, the bustle of Canterlot City decisively behind them. Sunset trembled as she neared the top, her stomach turning at the thought of what would come next. She knew this hill well, even if she didn’t pay it much attention. This hill was likely the most important hill in Sunset’s life. And she felt sure that she would die there.
“Well, we’re here,” said Celestia with a grin. She stopped her band of murderers at the top of the hill, taking a look at the horizon. If not for vile, horrific, stomach-turning events that were about to unfold, it might have been a beautiful place. The sun was starting to set, bathing them in a warm orange light. Celestia chuckled. Sunset. How appropriate.
“It is a hill,” observed Maud. Celestia peered at Maud out of the corner of her eye. Something about her was off, and Celestia wanted nothing more than to figure her out. Then, once she understood the last of the Pies, she could take all the more delight in breaking her.
“A very important hill, I assure you,” promised Celestia. She peered around the seemingly ordinary knoll, entirely unremarkable with its small bushes and single tree. Celestia found what she was looking for and pointed to the tree. “Go on, Sunset. Dig.”
“If you’re going to kill me, fine,” said Sunset. Tears broke free of her eyes and streaked down her face. “If you wanna torture me, whatever! I don’t care what you do to me, just don’t make me look at her again. Please.”
“I know you’ve been away from me for quite some time, Sunset, so I’m going to extend to you a rare courtesy by repeating myself.” Celestia’s tone never shifted from her playful, amused cadance. “This is a courtesy I will only extend to you once before I start putting you through some truly excruciating pain. Dig.”
“Please. I can’t do it. I can’t look at her again. Please, show some mercy. I’m begging you.” Sunset dropped to her knees and folded her hands in pitiful, fruitless prayer. Celestia let out a sigh, shaking her head in disappointment.
“That’s a shame,” tutted Celestia. “Twilight?”
“Yes, my love?” Twilight bounded to Celestia eagerly, like a newly trained puppy. Celestia patted her atop the head as if Twilight was just that, a puppy, while she looked over Sunset’s begging, crying form.
“Left eye,” ordered Celestia. Sunset froze, which gave Twilight the opening she needed; She leapt onto Sunset, grabbed her by the hair, and firmly bashed her head against the floor once, twice, three times, until Sunset was dreary and dizzy. She tried to fight Twilight off, but her feeble slaps were barely noticed by Twilight.
“Keep struggling, bitch!” Twilight reared her fist back and caught Sunset with a fierce right cross. “It’ll hurt a lot more that way!”
Twilight finally succeeding in restraining Sunset, pinning her arms above her head. With her right hand, Twilight pried open Sunset’s left eye, tremoring in excitement at all of the fear that she saw in the bright blue eye. With a mad, sadistic giggle, Twilight pushed her index finger and thumb past Sunset’s eyelids, easing the eye out of the socket. At first, Sunset was too shocked to scream, which changed when Twilight finally got a good grip and slowly pulled, twisting the eye to get it free of Sunset’s skull.
Sunset let out a shriek as Twilight’s bloody fingers pulled her eyeball, the little, bloody orb connected to Sunset’s face via her optic nerve. Sunset’s scream reached a crescendo when Twilight savagely chomped on the nerve, ripping it in two with her teeth like a starved beast. She severed the nerve at about the halfway point, leaving a thin bundle of nerves dangling from the socket. Twilight licked the eyeball’s surface before popping it into her mouth and slowly chewing it. The eye shattered in Twilight’s mouth, giving way to a squishy, chewy mass.
“Spit,” said Celestia, offering out her hand. Twilight happily skipped over to her wife and opened her mouth, letting the slightly chewed mass of collagen fall into Celestia’s palm. “Now, Sunny, would you like to begin digging now?” Celestia extended her arm to Sunset. “Or would you like a little snack first?”
Sunset squeezed her bloodied, empty eye socket closed, glaring at her former teacher with the most intense of hatred with her remaining eye. She quaked both in pain and rage, her fists balled up with nowhere to direct their fury. There was nothing she could do. She was at Celestia’s mercy, just a toy to the twisted goddess. Sunset knew it before, but she didn’t truly understand it until now.
She was fucked.
“Give me a shovel.” Sunset grit her teeth and grunted out the words as pain coursed through her body.
“Uh-uh, my dear. You forfeited the right to any helpful tools when you made me repeat myself,” said Celestia. “You’ve got two hands, for the time being. Dig.”
Sunset snarled as she slowly trudged forward for the tree. She gave one angry glare to Celestia and Twilight before she dropped to her knees and dug her fingers into the earth. Luckily for her, the dirt was loose, and it was fairly easy to pull up and toss to the side. She trembled as she worked, her heart pounding in her chest. Oh God, this was really happening.
“Hm… Maud, dear, hold this,” said Celestia. Maud blinked slowly, then held out her hand. Celestia dropped Sunset’s chewed eyeball into Maud’s palm, looking hungrily at Maud and waiting for some display of disgust. But Maud just held it, looked down at the eye as if Celestia had asked her to hold a book or something similarly mundane. “Twilight is going to fuck you now.”
“Yay!” cheered Twilight, clapping her hands giddily. She grabbed her dick in her hand, stroking it in anticipation.
“Not with that, dear. I’m afraid your cock won’t exactly do the trick,” said Celestia. “You’re going to use a strap-on.”
“Oh. Is it… Like, made of sandpaper? Or broken glass? Or acid?!” Twilight got really excited for that last one. Celestia merely chuckled as she swirled her magic throughout reality, creating a simple strap-on around Twilight’s waist. “Ooh, or is it gonna be huge, like three feet, so I can fuck this cunt to death, just punch her guts out of her mouth with it?!”
“Nope.” Celestia pointed down at the strap-on, which sat proudly above Twilight’s actual dick. It seemed entirely unremarkable, perhaps even a bit on the small side. But surely, there was some sort of vile, heinous, dastardly catch to turn a simple dyke session into horrid torture for either or both girls involved.
“What does it do?” asked Maud dryly. “Will it burn? Or does it have a blade in it?”
“Gods, I'm not always up to something,” said Celestia. “Sometimes a strap-on is just a strap-on.”
“But… I don't get it,” said Twilight. “It's not going to do anything for me, and it's not big or tricked enough to hurt her, so… What's the point?”
“Two things. First, this is punishment for trying to kill Sunset without my permission,” said Celestia with a grin. “Watching you get frustrated and horny is sure to be amusing. Secondly, I want to see if we can get a reaction out of her.”
“I am in no way attracted to her,” said Maud flatly. “I will not find this pleasurable.”
“And that’s perfectly fine. This isn’t for you. It’s for Twilight.” Celestia seemed to think it over a bit. “Well, and for me, I suppose. I’m sure this will be fun to watch. You may begin, Twilight.”
Twilight pouted slightly, but did as she was told. She slid in behind Maud and gruffly grabbed her by the hips. Unsurprisingly, Maud didn’t react, even as Twilight dastardly prodded her asshole with her rubber cock. Twilight grinned to herself. She didn’t care how blank or emotionless Maud seemed to be, there’s no way she could take a strap-on up the ass with no lube and not at least wince in pain.
Of course, Maud didn’t really react to Twilight invading her ass. She just slowly blinked as the toy spread her asshole apart.
“Yeah, you feel that, you bitch?” hissed Twilight.
“Yes,” said Maud simply. Twilight tilted her head, not entirely sure how to respond to that.
“Uh… Does it hurt?”
“A bit.”
Twilight let out a small grunt of annoyance and went to town, pounding Maud’s ass with her new toy. Unfortunately for Twilight, Maud barely seemed to be paying attention. She just looked down at the crushed eyeball in her hand, occasionally poking the wet, jiggly mass curiously.
“Sunset, dear, how are you doing?” asked Celestia. “I hope you’re almost finished, or else I might have to take something else from you. You don’t need your feet, now, do you? Because, if you want to stop digging, I will gladly remove them.”
“Almost… There…” Sunset had dug out a fairly deep amount in a rather short amount of time; If she were standing, she’d be knee deep in the hole if she stood in its deepest point. Her fingers were starting to crack from her digging, but she persevered regardless. Chapped, calloused fingertips would be the last of her worries if she disobeyed Celestia.
“Good. At this rate, you’ll make for a far better student than Twilight ever could be,” said Celestia. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Twilight scowl and pound Maud’s asshole harder, with equally disappointing results.
“Grr… Just scream, you dumb bitch!” snarled Twilight. “Why won’t you let me enjoy your pain?!”
“Nothing you can do hurts more than what you have already done,” droned Maud, though she didn’t seem especially impacted. “Do what you must.”
“What would you say, Maud, if I told you I could bring your sisters back?” said Celestia teasingly. This would get her for sure. “They would be mere echoes of their former selves, but perfectly capable of one last incestuous dyke party. You could even apologize for not protecting them, and to your parents for brutally murdering them when they didn’t deserve it. What would you say to that?”
Maud went quiet for a moment, and it seemed like Celestia might’ve broken her wall of indifference. Maud opened her mouth, closed it thoughtfully, then opened again to speak.
“If you say you can do it, I have no reason to doubt that,” said Maud slowly. “But I do have reason to doubt that you would ever be willing to extend that kindness to me. You do not intend to resurrect my sisters, do you?”
“Well, no, that would kind of defeat the purpose of me telling you.”
“I was correct in my hypothesis.”
Celestia pursed her lips in thought. This one was strange, for sure.
“Sunset, I’m growing impatient,” said Celestia, mostly to take her mind off of Maud. “You have ten seconds before I take that eye from Maud and make you eat it. Starting now.”
“I’m done.” Sunset’s voice went hollow as she spoke. She trembled in her haphazardly dug ditch, unable to tear her eye away from what it contained. “Dear God…”
“Good, good, bring her up. Twilight, you can stop now,” said Celestia. Twilight pulled out of Maud, her face scrunched up in frustration. “Oh, hush, now. If I promise to torture you later, will you stop pouting?”
“Y-you promise?” sniffled Twilight as she unstrapped the toy’s harness and dropped it to the ground.
“Of course, I promise. I will devise a method of torture that is as painful as it is impractical.”
“You’re too good to me, my queen.”
Celestia smiled at Twilight, then turned her attention to Sunset. She wasn’t moving, not speaking, she didn’t even seem to be breathing. She just had her eye locked onto her ditch, whatever it contained, unable to tear her gaze away.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m so, so sorry…”
“Come on, Sunset, bring her up,” said Celestia, grinning wickedly as she did. “Come now, your existential crisis will be far more entertaining when everyone can see what it is that has you freaking out.”
Sunset let out a shaky sigh before grabbing hold of whatever was in the ditch and slowly dragged it out. Celestia and Twilight watched, the former with amusement and the latter with curiosity, as Sunset pulled a girl by her leg. Sunset dropped the body outside of the hastily dug out ditch, falling to her knees beside it. Twilight looked on, grinning madly when she pieced it all together.
Sunset Shimmer had no grin of her own as she stared down at her own corpse. It had decomposed a significant amount, her greying, tattered flesh eaten away by the maggots and worms that now called the cadavers home. The smell of rotten flesh and death wafted from the body, making Sunset’s stomach turn. But, aside from that, it was a perfect copy of Sunset Shimmer; Her face, her hair, even her clothes were the same as what Sunset used to wear before she was defeated by the Rainbooms. Dead Sunset's expression was frozen in horrified confusion. Sunset could remember that expression well. She could remember the begging for mercy, how the other Sunset pleaded for her life. Sunset trembled as the image of herself, dead on the ground, burned itself into her brain.
“So, student of mine,” said Celestia brightly. “Tell us… What exactly are we looking at? Tell us the story! We’re very interested.”
“When… When I fled Equestria… I didn’t know what this place was.” Sunset reached for the corpse’s hand, but lost confidence before she could properly grasp it. “I wandered around for a little bit, and I eventually bumped into… Her. I didn’t know what she was, or why she looked just like me. I freaked out. I attacked her, and we fought, and I won. I… I choked her out. I didn’t mean to, I swear. But… She died. I killed her. And I dragged her out here, and buried her.”
“A killer long before I got my hands on you,” said Celestia with a snicker. “I always thought you had more potential than Twilight. This seems to confirm that thought.”
“Well, there. I dug her up,” said Sunset, barely resisting the urge to throw up. “You got what you wanted. What now? Do you kill me and stick me where I stuck her? Torture me more than you already have until I beg for you to kill me again? Bury me alive?”
“If you think I’m going to kill you anytime soon, you clearly haven’t been paying attention,” chuckled Celestia. Her eyes began to glow, magic swirling throughout her body. She laughed as she directed her magic towards an oblivious, concerned Sunset.
Sunset let out a shriek of pain as her body shifted and reshaped itself. She felt like her pussy was turning itself inside out, stretching and forming into an impressive set of cock and balls. Sunset breathed heavily, biting her lip as the wind blew against her new, sensitive, painfully-hard member. She was confused at Celestia’s intentions, then absolutely horrified when she connected the dots.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Sunset.
“Not at all. Ordinarily, I’d want to be the one to fuck my useless student’s cunt,” said Celestia. “But, you did kill her first, so I think you’ve earned first go.”
“You can’t possibly be that fucked up!” Sunset’s good eye began leaking tears. “You can’t want this. What do you even get out of it?”
“I thought I made it abundantly clear that I find this way too hot. Don’t make things harder on yourself, Sunset. I assure you, I can make you do it, but things will be a lot better for you if I see you getting into it. Go on, girl. Fuck that cold, dead pussy.”
Sunset felt like she couldn’t breathe, but she knew that there was nothing she could do. Resistance meant pain, and Sunset wasn’t sure how much more of that she could take. So, with a heavy heart and a queasy stomach, she pulled at the waist of the corpse’s skirt, bringing it down and pulling it off. It was a bit difficult getting it past the cadaver’s knees on account of how stiff they were, but Sunset managed to get them off successfully after a bit of effort. Next came her underwear, a pair of bright blue panties. Entirely by coincidence, Sunset realized she was wearing the same pair, which further rattled her. When the panties were out of the way, Sunset had a clear shot at her dead counterpart’s pussy. She shuddered as a worm wriggled out of the dead hole, the very thought of what she was about to do almost enough to make her lose her lunch.
She let out a shaky sigh and eased her throbbing, aching cock towards dead Sunset’s pussy. Her tip brushed vulva, cold and clammy, which earned another repulsed shudder from living Sunset. Living Sunset closed her eye, took in a deep breath, and thrust into the dead cunt before her. The cold, dry walls of her own dead snatch resisted at first, but soon gave as Sunset forced herself deeper and deeper. Tears from her good eye rolled down her cheek, but she kept her crying silent. She refused to give Celestia the satisfaction of hearing her cry. It was a small, ultimately meaningless act of defiance, but it was all Sunset could manage.
“Oh God, oh God…” Sunset bucked her hips forward, her body almost moving on its own, to pound dead Sunset’s cunt. She tried her hardest not to think about it. Just pretend it wasn’t happening. She hoped that this would be enough to get her through the ordeal. No matter how she tried to take her mind off of it, she couldn’t distract herself from the dead flesh, the foul stench, the feel of maggots and worms wriggling along her shaft. While she fucked her own dead body, she could see Celestia grab Twilight suddenly by the hair and drag her to her knees. Obediently, Twilight opened her mouth and allowed Celestia’s cock into her mouth.
“That doesn’t really look like you’re getting into it to me,” said Celestia, her calm voice floating over the sound of Twilight’s slurping on her cock. “Come on, girl. Talk dirty to her! Tell her how much you’re enjoying the feel of her cold, dead cunt around your cock. Make her your bitch!”
Sunset grit her teeth, but had no choice but to comply. She grabbed dead Sunset’s hips and pulled her in closer, thrusting her cock deeper into corpse pussy.
“Y-you like that? Like my cock in your dead cunt?” Sunset’s voice was shaky from her sobs, the words she was being forced to say burning at her throat like acid. “I… I wish you could be alive to feel what I’m doing to you. I wish I could hear you… Cry… While I rape you…You d-dead… Corpse-cunt...”
“Mmm… Are you sure this is your first time defiling a corpse?” chuckled Celestia. “Because you’re quite good at it. Go ahead, Sunset. Kiss her. Show her how hot you find her corpse. How much you want to pack a hot, creamy load into her!”
Sunset really didn’t want to, but she leaned forward and pressed her lips against dead Sunset’s. She tasted like dirt and rot, the combination of foul smell and taste too much for Sunset. She retched loudly, tossing up the contents of her stomach onto the corpse. She didn’t get much out before she felt her jaws clamp shut. Sunset gave Celestia a glare as her mouth filled with her own vomit, the glow in her former teacher’s eyes confirming that she was responsible.
“Don’t be rude, Sunset. Swallow that back down,” said Celestia. “Don’t want to make any more of a mess than you already have.”
Sunset didn’t know it was possible to hate anyone as much as she hated Celestia. She thought that she knew what it was like to be evil, but even at her worst, Sunset couldn’t have even imagined forcing her worst enemy to do this. She shuddered and cried as she slowly, forcefully choked back her mouthful of puke. It threatened to return for a round two, but Sunset managed to keep it down.
She kept going, thrusting her hips in forced, passionless moments, her cock somehow still painfully hard despite how little she found herself aroused by the ordeal. She knew it must’ve been Celestia’s magic forcing her to stay up in order to torture her more. Sunset suffered the sensation of maggots swarming her dick for nearly twenty minutes, crying in a strange, sick mix of disgust and sexual frustration. Not only was she being forced to defile her own corpse, but she wasn’t even getting off on it. She was being forced to proceed simply for Celestia to take pleasure in her discomfort.
“Hm… Can’t seem to finish?” said Celestia, her voice mimicking genuine concern. “What, are you nervous to have me watching? Would it help if I turned away?”
“It would help… If you… Fucked yourself…” panted Sunset. “I hope… Twilight chokes on your dirty dick… And dies!” Twilight pulled her mouth free of Celestia’s cock with a lewd schlurp!
“A girl can dream…” sighed Twilight wistfully.
“Twilight, take the eye,” said Celestia. “I think Sunset’s salty language means she’s ready for a snack.” Sunset went pale, then turned and fucked her corpse harder, faster.
“No. Please, no, I’m sorry. I’ll do what you said, I swear, I won’t say anything like that again!” She dug her fingers into dead Sunset’s thighs, gripping them tightly to give herself more impact and penetration. “S-see? I’m doing what you wanted, and I’m liking it!” A glance back showed Celestia carefully taking the eye from Maud. Sunset forced herself to kiss the corpse again, sticking her tongue into its dry, unfeeling mouth in an attempt to win Celestia’s favor. “You like that, dead bitch? Like my dick in your cunt? You f-feel so good around my d-dick…”
“Words hurt, Sunset. And I’m afraid that this is the only way you’ll learn how to choose your words carefully.”
Celestia placed the eye in Twilight’s hand, who immediately put it in her own mouth. She sucked on the ruined eyeball for a bit as she skipped over to Sunset. Twilight kicked Sunset firmly in the chest, once, twice, three times, until Sunset was clutching her ribs as she lay on the ground. Twilight dropped down onto her chest, grabbed her around the neck, and brought their lips together as she squeezed Sunset’s throat. Sunset gasped for breath, which gave Twilight an opening to force her tongue and the eye into Sunset’s mouth. She kissed Sunset deeply for a bit before pulling herself away and clamping a hand over Sunset’s mouth.
“Isn’t that just the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” asked Celestia, nudging Maud with her elbow.
“No,” said Maud flatly.
“Oh. Well, then, isn’t that just the vilest, most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?”
“No. I find this neither arrousing nor disgusting.”
Twilight slammed Sunset’s head firmly against the ground, knocking her dizzy. Sunset’s body rejected the act with every fiber in its being, wishing to sooner throw up than keep it down. But, with Twilight’s hand firmly clamped over her mouth, Sunset had no choice but to swallow the upcoming bile and the slimy, jiggly mass that was her eyeball. Sunset cried as she did, the feeling of her own eye sliding down her throat and falling into her belly a uniquely horrific experience. Twilight pried open Sunset’s mouth to ensure that she had swallowed the whole thing, then spat a big blob of bloody spit down her throat for good measure.
“Done, my queen!” said Twilight cheerfully.
“Now, Sunset, I’m going to present you with a challenge. We’re going to race to an orgasm,” said Celestia. “You are going to fuck yourself, as you so eloquently told me to do, while I fuck my lovely wife. If you cum before me, that’s it. I won’t torture you anymore. Obviously, I can’t let you go, and I can’t promise that I’ll never fuck you, but I’ll be gentle. I’ll even let you fuck me sometimes, take out some of that aggression on my godly pussy.”
“And if I lose?” asked Sunset as she stood up, mostly just to humor Celestia. There was no way to win in this situation, she just knew it.
“If you lose… This won’t be the most horrific thing you do today.” Celestia smiled at her former student. “So, what do you say? If you refuse, I suppose I could just torture you for a bit and move on. But are you willing to try? This is your chance to avoid who knows how many painful torture-rape sessions. Is it worth the potential vileness of the alternative?”
“And I’m supposed to just take your word that you won’t torture me anymore?” huffed Sunset. “You’re a murderous, psychotic rapist.”
“True… But I’m no liar. If I lied, no one would ever hear me out, because they’d think I’ll just kill them anyway.” Celestia clapped her hands, smirking at her student. “So? What will it be? Do you take the torture? Or risk it all for something far worse than anything we’ve done to you today?”
Sunset thought on it for a bit. Odds are, she wouldn’t win. But success was a possibility, however faint, whereas torture was a sure thing if she refused. Sunset didn’t really have much to lose. She had already fucked the corpse, and she couldn’t fathom what could be worse than that. She steeled her nerves, then brought her cock back to dead Sunset’s pussy.
“Alright… You’re on,” sighed Sunset. “Let’s get this over with.” Her heart dropped when she heard Celestia’s derisive laughter. Had she fallen for some sort of trick?
“Oh, Sunset, you’re not going to fuck her pussy. That clearly wasn’t working. No, you’re going to make that corpse a mirror-image of you yet again,” said Celestia. She winked her left eye exaggeratedly, smirking wickedly at Sunset’s appalled expression. “Go on, the left one. Make her look like you. And do whatever you have to in order to cum. If it helps to pretend that’s me you’re skull-fucking, then do that. I won’t hold it against you. I want you to do your best, after all. I’ll even give you a two-minute head-start.”
Sunset quaked, but stayed the course. This was still better than whatever Celestia would have instore for her otherwise. She grabbed dead Sunset by the shoulders and pulled her up, forcing herself to look into her eyes for the first time; Her sockets were empty, save for the mass of maggots that had made dead Sunset’s face their home. Sunset knew that time was a factor, but couldn’t help but hesitate for a few seconds before finally forcing her cock into dead Sunset’s skull. The maggots squirmed around her cock, the pus and slime helping her slide into the eye socket with little resistance. The feeling of creeping-crawling along her cock renewed her tears, this time her sobbing fully audible. She couldn’t be slow about it, so Sunset fucked the corpse’s eye socket like her life depended on it. Sunset closed her good eye, trying not to focus on what she was doing. She tried to think sexy thoughts, memories of her ex-boyfriend going down on her, but wasn’t helping much. If anything, thinking of Flash made things harder.
“Well, Twilight, two minutes is up,” said Celestia, watching the action with an intrigued smirk. “Ready, my dear?”
“Oh, yes!” said Twilight. She dropped to her knees, opening her eye wide. Celestia licked her lips before grabbing Twilight firmly by the hair and thrusting her cock forward. Her cockhead penetrated Twilight’s eye, iliciting a shriek of pain. Celestia groaned at the delightful feel of Twilight’s viscous, bloody, gory, crater of an eye caressing her cock. She forced her dick further into Twilight’s head, cracking the orbital bone with her sheer girth. Twilight groaned, pained and pleasured in equal measure, and fingered herself as her queen fucked a hole in her head.
As tempting as it was to pound what remained of Twilight’s brains into goo, Celestia held off for two reasons. The first was to cast a spell on Twilight’s body to ensure she wouldn’t do something annoying like die on her. The second reason was to give Sunset a fighting chance. So, while Sunset went her hardest, pounding dead Sunset’s vacant, slimy, pus-filled eye socket, Celestia simply sat and watched, half of her shaft embedded in Twilight’s eye.
To everyone’s surprise, Maud stepped forward. She grabbed the strap-on that Twilight had used on her earlier and, for reasons best known to herself, began sucking on it. She deepthroated the toy silently for a bit, earning confused stares from Celestia, Twilight, and even Sunset. Just as quietly as she began, Maud removed the toy from her mouth and strapped it around herself, positioning it just above the larger, more painful cock that Twilight had given her. Then, she strolled over to Sunset and gently grabbed her by the hips. As she suspected, Sunset’s pussy remained, tucked behind her sizeable balls. Maud found the hole and gently slipped in.
“I didn’t tell you to fuck her,” said Celestia. Maud gently began thrusting her hips forward, developing a slow, steady rhythm.
“You said that she should do anything she could to cum,” said Maud blandly. “Having sex with me will help her cum. So she is going to do that.”
Celestia smirked. She definitely wanted to keep an eye on that one.
“I must admit, I didn’t expect you to help her,” said Celestia. “But I’m also not a liar. So, carry on.”
“Thank you,” whispered Sunset. Maud grabbed Sunset’s breasts, massaging them and tweaking her sensitive nipples.
“I am not doing this to help you,” said Maud frankly. “I’m doing this to spite her. Helping you is a side effect.”
“Whatever the reason, I’m glad you did it. Hurry, please.”
Maud obeyed, placing a hand on Sunset’s shoulder to hold her steady while she bucked her hips forward. Sunset let slip a moan, even as Maud’s thrusts forced her further into dead Sunset’s eye socket. But, regardless of how disgusting this unwilling act of necrophilia was, focusing on Maud’s steady thrusts was certainly helping. If she focused on Maud, her strength, her steadiness, the way she deftly and expertly maneuvered her fingers around her nipples, Sunset thought she might even win.
Celestia thought this as well, and she immediately picked up the pace. She rutted Twilight’s eye, her painslut wife moaning and masturbating beneath her, all the while studying the session a few feet away. Celestia quickened pace, soon feeling the delightfully wet squish of her cock punching through into Twilight’s brain. Even with the pain she was feeling, Twilight tried to help as best she could; As Celestia thrusted, Twilight attempted to lick at Celestia’s swinging balls to bring her queen closer to completion.
Meanwhile, Maud was moving just as fast, sliding in and out of Sunset to rhythm with Sunset’s moans. She maintained eye contact with Celestia the whole time, using the mental image of the goddess’ defeat, even at such a small challenge, as motivation. Even though Maud had made her intentions clear, Sunset couldn’t help but appreciate her help. She’d never came with a cock before, but she was sure she was nearing orgasm.
Celestia and Maud seemed to be attempting to out-class one another in terms of speed, their hips a blur as they fucked their respective eye and pussy. Celestia clenched her jaw, feeling her orgasm building. She glanced over at Sunset, almost nervously, and thought she might actually loose. She reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a last-ditch gambit. She gripped Twilight’s head with her magic and jerked it swiftly to the right, snapping her neck. Twilight shuddered slightly in her death throes and came in her last moments, her deathgasm just enough to push Celestia over the edge.
She came violently, painting the inside of Twilight’s skull with her spunk. Sunset let out a groan, her orgasm reaching fever pitch just a second too late. She erupted similarly to Celestia, her cum leaking out of dead Sunset’s eye socket in a whitish-yellow blend of semen and pus. She pulled out immediately, shuddering at the sensation of maggots and decay on her dick. She swiped off the bugs and worms, but couldn’t get rid of the itch.
Unseen to them, Celestia used her magic to reach out and yank at Twilight’s soul as it slowly, aimlessly floated away, forcing it back into her ruined body. Twilight took in a deep breath, then let out a squeal as she came yet again, from the pain of dying and of Celestia’s magic slowly forcing her body back into place. Her neck repaired itself, slowly and agonizingly, then her eye, while her pussy squirted onto the floor the whole time. When she was done, she lay on the ground, slumped and tired.
“Did we win?” panted Twilight.
“We did, indeed,” said Celestia with a grin. “A good showing from Maud and Sunset, but I’m afraid they just couldn’t compete with a professional.”
“God fucking damn it!” hissed Sunset. She had been so close. Just barely a second too late. She was almost free of pain, of torture. Now… Now, she had no idea what would happen to her.
“Well, as amusing as that was, we really should get going,” sighed Celestia. “It’s getting late, and we need to address the matter of your penalty.”
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Sunset. Celestia had promised her that fucking her own corpse wouldn’t be the worst thing she did today, an idea that Sunset’s brain simply couldn’t comprehend. What could possibly be worse?
“If you do what I say, I won’t do anything to you. You’re going to come clean about that little white lie of yours,” said Celestia. “I’m very big on honesty, Sunny, and you’ve been lying since you came to this world. I think you’ll feel better if you finally got this off of your chest. Sky and Dusty might not take it well, but I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”
Sunset’s eyes went wide, her breathing quickening. She dropped to her knees, folding her hands together in begging, in prayer to the mad goddess before her.
“Please! Please, not my parents! Please don’t hurt them!” sobbed Sunset. “Hurt me, whatever you were going to do to them, do it to me instead! Just leave them alone!”
“Bring the corpse, please,” said Celestia, snapping her fingers. Her magic swirled throughout Sunset’s body, returning her cock to her normal pussy. Celestia’s grin grew wicked on her face, her bloody cock throbbing in anticipation. “And start thinking about what you’re going to say to the parents of the girl you killed.”
Sunset quaked as she cried. She thought that Celestia had reached her peak of evil, but now she knew that she was wrong. If this was any indication, Celestia had only just begun to show what she was capable of. And, no matter how Sunset looked at it, she was right back where she started. She couldn’t fight back or resist, or things would grow worse for her. She could only grab her own well-fucked corpse and pull it along as Celestia led them back towards the city. Sunset had run out of hope for rescue or escape. Now, she could only hope that Celestia got bored of torturing her. Her only escape was in death.
Sunset was fucked.
Celestia Meets Sunset's Parents
Sunset sighed as she approached her house. She could hear her parents moving in the house, their voices a hushed, panicked half-whisper. Sunset wanted nothing more than to shout, to tell her parents to run, but that would just end poorly for everyone. That would kill them for sure. Maybe, if she did what Celestia said, there was a chance of them escaping with their lives.
“Have you given your explanation any thought?” asked Celestia, her magic hiding her and Twilight from view. “I hope you’ve figured out how to make it up to Mr. and Mrs. Shimmer. To lie to them for so long, it’s going to break their hearts. You should think it through.”
“Please. I’m begging you. Don’t hurt my parents,” sniffled Sunset, her tears returning in full force. “You can torture me. Make me forget what you’ve done so you can keep breaking me. Please! Just don’t hurt my parents!”
“Oh, Sunset. I have no intentions of hurting your parents,” said Celestia, much to Sunset’s surprise. “I was thinking it over when I was sending Maud to spend some time with her sisters. I’ve decided that I’m not going to hurt Sky or Dusty, so long as you do what I say. So, stop talking, open the door, and tell the the truth.”
Sunset bit her lip, but didn’t chance any further comment. She just reached under a rock by her driveway to retrieve the spare key. She unlocked the door, pushed it open, and, with a still-shaken stomach, dragged dead Sunset’s body through the door.
“M-mom? Dad?” Sunset called. She heard shuffling, clattering as her parents approached. They burst into the hall, their eyes wet with tears. Sky Shimmer was clearly shaken, her dark, reddish hair frazzled. She trembled in her husband’s arms, Dusty keeping strong for his wife. He adjusted his glasses as he entered the hall, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Sunny?” said Dusty. He ran a hand through his short, spiky blonde hair. “Thank God, you’re okay, we were so worried!”
“We heard about what happened at the school,” said Sky. “We’re so relieved, we…” She just seemed to put together the state of Sunset’s being, naked and bloody. “Why are you naked? Jesus Christ, what happened to your eye!” Her eyes fell on the leg that Sunset was dragging. “S-sunset…?”
“There’s something I have to tell you,” said Sunset weakly. “I’m… I’m not who you think I am. I’m not… I’m not really your daughter.” The Shimmers went quiet, unsure of what was going to happen. “So… You know about Equestria, right?”
“The world of magic horses?” asked Dusty uneasily. Sunset nodded. “What about it?”
“Well, in Equestria… Every person has a counterpart in Equestria. An exact copy. My friends, you… Sunset Shimmer.”
“W-what?”
“I’m not really your daughter. I’m the Sunset Shimmer from Equestria.” It hurt Sunset to admit this, to see the betrayal and confusion on her parents’ faces. Invisible to everyone except Sunset, Twilight and Celestia were behind casually jerking off to Sunset’s misfortune. Occasionally, Celestia would lick her ear, teasing her with her tongue. “I’ve been lying to you for a few years now.”
“But… If you’re not our daughter…” Sky covered a gasp with her palm. “Then… Where is…”
Sunset gulped heavily, and pulled dead Sunset forward, dropping her at Sky and Dusty’s feet. Sunset had went to clean the cadaver before this meeting but, of course, Celestia forbade it. The Shimmers were forced to look down at their daughter’s corpse, her eye dripping with yellowish cum,
“Oh my God…” Sky’s tears were renewed, and even Dusty let the waterworks begin. “Dear lord, that’s our daughter…”
“I killed her. I’m so, so sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” sobbed Sunset, crying right alongside the people she called her parents. “It was an accident, and I didn’t know what to do… I took her place, but everything I said has been true. I really do love you. I’m not your real daughter, but you’re really my mom and dad.”
The Shimmers, understandably, were taken aback. Celestia could have taken this moment to interject, but she chose to watch for a moment. She was curious to see if Sky and Dusty would forgive the girl that killed her or if they would reject her love. Either way, she was sure to have a show.
“Sunny… This is a lot to take in,” said Dusty. “But you said it was an accident?”
“I swear, I didn’t mean to. I was scared, I lost control, and… I didn’t know what else to do…”
Sunset closed her eye, waiting for her parents to disown her, just like they did in Equestria. To her surprise, a warm, tender embrace found her. She looked up to see her father wrapping his arms around her. He was crying, as was Sky, but the two accepted Sunset as if she truly was their daughter, which, for all intents and purposes, she was.
“It’s okay, Sunshine. We forgive you,” whispered Sky. “You came back around, and we love you. That’s all that matters. We’ll… We’ll sort this out somehow.”
“Don’t you worry, Sunny.” Dusty kissed her on the forehead. “It’s going to be okay.”
“No… No, it isn’t,” whimpered Sunset. She buried her face into her father’s chest, allowing herself this brief loving contact before Celestia came and snatched it away. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop her…”
“I suppose that means you’re ready to get this show on the road?” Celestia removed her spell, revealing Twilight and herself. The Shimmers jumped in surprise, their uneasiness not helped by Sunset’s tightened grip. The fear in their daughter was palpable, and infectious. Soon enough, they were trembling as Celestia approached, stroking her cock as she did.
“Who are you?” demanded Dusty. He stepped between Celestia and his family, which amused Celestia to no end. It had been so long since anyone dared to oppose her. She grinned as Dusty’s misplaced bravery wavered. She could see almost see the resolve leave his body, her sheer presence enough to reduce him to a trembling shadow of a man.
“I am Celestia. Sunset used to be my student, until she decided she’d rather run to this wretched world,” said Celestia. “This is my wife, Twilight.”
“Why do you have… Ahem.” Sky blushed despite the severity of the situation. “Erm… Erections?”
“I never really go soft these days, not with all of the depravity to partake in.” Celestia chuckled slightly. “Twilight, however, is probably jerking off to the idea of fucking your corpses.”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt them,” said Sunset. “You said you told the truth, and you promised you wouldn’t hurt them!”
“And I won’t. What I will do is relocate us. Someplace with a bit more space.” Celestia peered around, finally deciding on the kitchen area. “That ought to give us a lot of room to play. Sunset, dear, please lead the way to the kitchen. Twilight, the body. And Mr and Mrs. Shimmer… I hope you’re good at following instructions. For Sunset’s sake.”
“What—” Dusty started to say something, but was stopped by Sunset’s hand on his chest. She shook her head, pleading him to play nice, and led the group out of the hall. Twilight scooped up dead Sunset and carried her forward and into the kitchen. It was a big room, with an attached dining room area. Celestia pointed them towards the table, grinning with anticipation.
“Sunset, you were always something of a Daddy’s Girl, so you pair up with Dusty,” directed Celestia. “And I know how you just love your MILFs, so you get Sky, Twilight.”
“Get me?” asked Sky. “Get me for what?”
“She’s… She’s going to have sex with you,” sighed Sunset.
“Like hell she is,” snarled Dusty. “I’ll—”
“Dad. Twilight is going to have sex with Mom. There’s nothing we can do about it.” Sunset felt her empty eye socket twitch in pain, just a reminder at what she had lost. “And it’s not gonna be good for her. I wish we could do something to help her, but we can’t. All we can do is get this over with.”
“What is this exactly?” asked Dusty. Sunset sighed, then grabbed her father by the wrist. She eased him to the dining room table, sitting him down on its surface. Beside him, Twilight was grabbing Sky by the hair and forcefully pinning her back to the table. “Hey! Don’t—”
Sunset kissed Dusty deeply, stealing the rest of his sentence. Twilight stopped to make Sky watch her daughter make out with her husband, taking great pleasure in her obvious discomfort. Sunset finally broke away, crying from her good eye yet again.
“I’m sorry about this, Dad,” she said. She went to work unbuckling her father’s pants. Dusty was too taken aback to realize what was happening until Sunset had gotten his jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock to the world.
“Sunny, what are you doing?” Dusty tried to resist, but also didn’t want to hurt his daughter. As such, Sunset overpowered him fairly easily, pushing him onto his back. She glanced back at Celestia, who sat herself on the countertop with dead Sunset. Celestia lifted the corpse up and slid her cock into its ass, smirking at Sunset as she fucked her dead copy. Sunset shuddered, then turned her attention back to her dad. She tried to calm her breathing, then brought her lips to Dusty’s cock. While she licked her father’s dick, coaxing him to attention, Sunset could hear her mother struggling, begging Twilight to stop.
Twilight had already ripped Sky’s clothes from her body, literally tearing her panties away and tossing them to the floor. She gripped Sky’s thighs tightly, digging her fingers into Mrs. Shimmer’s thighs, and thrust into her pussy. Sky let out a sharp yelp as Twilight went to work, pounding her cunt with reckless abandon.
“Sunny, stop!” Dusty tried to reach over and save his wife, but couldn’t do much with Sunset on top of him like that. “Your mother—”
“Daddy, please just let me do this.” Sunset clambered on top of him, straddling Dusty and grinding her pussy against his dick. Dusty grunted as her felt his cock get harder against his daughter’s hot, juicy snatch. “These two… They’re monsters. And if I don’t make them happy, it’s going to be bad for me. For us. So please, just try not to hate this too much. And Mom…” Sunset didn’t dare look towards her mother, a sobbing mess beside her. “I’m sorry. Just don’t give her any reason to hurt you more. Try to make her cum.”
“S-sunny…” Sky sobbed, but did as she was told. She tried to not to resist, to just let Twilight rape her, but that didn’t seem to be enough. Twilight grabbed Sky’s left hand, and slowly bent her middle finger back. Sky quaked in pain, peaking in a shriek when Twilight snapped the bone.
“Celestia!” shouted Sunset. “You said—”
“I said that I won’t hurt them. I never promised anything of what Twilight would do to them,” said Celestia, groping what remained of dead Sunset’s tits. “Or what you would do.”
Horror clawed at Sunset. How could she not have noticed that loophole? The hope for her parents’ safety had distracted her. Sunset gulped, and leaned forward to kiss Dusty again. While she did, she slipped his cock into her cunt and brought his hand to her breast. Maybe, if she put on a good enough show for Celestia, they would all emerge unscathed.
“Dad, you have to get into it,” whispered Sunset. “If she gets bored, she’s going to make me hurt you. You’ve got to fuck me like you mean it. Pound me, talk dirty to me, do whatever you have to do to give her a good show.”
“Sunny, you’re my daughter,” said Dusty, though his cock didn’t particularly seem to care. “I can’t… This is so wrong…”
“Dad, she made me have sex with a corpse. The concept of ‘wrong’ is a huge turn-on for her.” Sunset let out a breathy moan, bouncing gently on her father’s cock. “I don’t know what she’ll do to us if she’s not kept happy, so you have to fuck me. Pretend I’m Mom, or whoever you need to pretend you’re having sex with. Just do it!”
Dusty didn’t especially want to fuck his daughter, especially not with his wife being raped right next to him, but Sunset’s fear was too strong to ignore. She really needed him to do this, or else something bad would happen. In any case, his body had no real concept of incest, and reacted to Sunset’s twat the way it would react to anyone’s. His hands found Sunset’s hips and he held on tight while he bucked his hips, pounding into his daughter’s perfect pussy.
“F-fuck…” A groan escaped Dusty as his daughter’s cunt squeezed down on his dick. Reflexively, he spared his wife a glance, who was trying her hardest not to cry. Twilight was fucking her mercilessly, literally lapping at the tears that ran down her face, while her husband and daughter fucked right beside her. Sky knew she was being unfair, that Sunset and Dusty had no say in the matter, but she couldn’t help but recoil at Sunset’s moans, the groans that she was so used to being for her. She couldn’t look anymore, and turned to look her rapist in the eyes.
“Hehehe, I love moms like you,” giggled Twilight. “So fun to rape! I kinda wish we weren’t going to kill you, because I’d love to put a baby in you. I’d rape your pregnant cunt every day until you were ready to pop my baby out, then fuck that fetus right out of you. Hehe, maybe we’d even give you a cock, so you can feel a freshly born hole around your cock. But I’m going to have to settle with busting a nut in your hot MILF snatch before ripping you apart!”
Sunset kept going, kept bouncing on her father’s cock, even while hearing what Twilight was saying. She focused on her dad, guiding him and giving him instruction to grope her tits and slap her ass. She swore it was for Celestia, but she’d be lying if she was entirely against it. After the day she had, any sex without a large amount of pain was a blessing, even if it was foul, incestious, and under dubious consent. She felt so safe in her father’s embrace, his gentle grasp soothing in a strange way.
“What do you say, Twilight?” Celestia pulled dead Sunset’s cum-filled ass from her cock and flipped her around to take her pussy. “Ready to move on to the good stuff?”
“Yes, my queen!” giggled Twilight. “I’d like to take this bitch’s arms off, please!”
Celestia smirked, then used her magic to manufacture a hacksaw, which floated into Twilight’s grasp. She immediately went to work, placing the saw right at the bend of Sky’s elbow. She worked it back and forth, relishing in her screams and the feel of flesh shredding. Sky’s screams intensified when Twilight hit bone, cracking it enough to begin bending and pulling off with her hands.
“Sky! Sky!” Dusty screamed and thrashed, reaching for his wife. Sunset pinned his hands down and kissed him again, begging him silently to understand. She had to fuck him. He couldn’t get distracted. It was his only chance.
“Thanks for the hand!” cackled Twilight, pulling Sky’s arm free with a splintering snap. Twilight waved to Sky with her own hand, then forced the severed limb into a fist. Twilight pulled her cock from Sky’s cunt, dripping with pussy juice and a fair amount of blood, and immediately thrust into her asshole, earning another scream for her troubles. Twilight giggled at the pained squeals before shoving the severed fist into Mrs. Shimmer’s gaping, ruined pussy. She continued pounding Sky’s tight asshole, using the severed limb to fist her cunt while she did.
“Your turn, Sunny,” said Celestia, barely heard over Sky’s pitiful wails. “What do you want to kill your dear daddy with?”
Sunset sobbed, shuddering as her father made her cum around his cock. She bit her lip, unable to think. She just wanted to savor this moment for as long as she could. Who knew when she’d next get an orgasm this painless?
“I l-love you, Daddy. I’m sorry,” sobbed Sunset. “Give me… A knife.”
Celestia nodded, then swirled her magic through the air to create a knife, which fell into Sunset’s open palm. Sunset inspected it, a snarl creeping onto her features. The blade was rusty and dull. It could certainly cut flesh, but it wouldn’t be easy. It would be slow and painful.
“My mom is a sushi chef,” she said through gritted teeth. “She has a perfectly good yanagi in the drawer right next to you!” Celestia pulled the drawer in question open, pulling out a long, thin knife.
“You called this a yanagi?” asked Celestia. She stood up and crossed the room to Sunset.
“Yes. It’s for sashimi, it’s a food we eat in this world. It’s really thin slices of— AH!”
While Sunset was talking, Celestia plunged the knife into her side, right between her ribs. Sunset gasped as blood filled her lungs, setting her chest on fire. Celestia twisted the knife a bit before pulling it out and wiping the blood off on Sunset’s arm.
“Really thin slice of what? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that last part,” said Celestia. “Don’t you know that it’s rude to just trail off when you’re speaking with someone?”
“F-fish… Thin slices… of fish…” Sunset grasped at the wound, then let out a hacking cough. Blood splattered out, spraying Dusty’s horrified face with a mist of red.
“Fascinating. You’ll have to make it for me some time. I’m sure your mother has passed some of her skills onto you,” said Celestia. She returned to her counter and fucking dead Sunset, dropping the yanagi back in the drawer she found it.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” said Sunset again. “She… She wants me to kill you…”
“It’s okay, honey,” said Dusty slowly. “It’s okay. She won’t kill you if you kill me, so… Do what you have to. I’ll forgive you.”
Sunset didn’t have the heart to tell him that she wished with all her heart that she would die like him. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that life for her would be hell until Celestia decided she was bored with her and saw fit to kill her, in an undoubtedly agonizing way. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that, when he was gone, there would be no rest for him, that Celestia would most assuredly pilfer his very soul and defile his corpse.
Sunset examined the knife she had been provided with, trying to figure out how to best use it. The edge was quite dull, but the point was still plenty useable. If she was quick about it, put all her weight into her stab, she should be able to plunge the blade into his heart and kill him quickly and, relatively, painlessly.
“She’s not gonna like that, you know,” said Twilight, watching Sunset aim her knife above Dusty’s heart. “That’s boring. She wants to see something exciting! Like this!” Twilight pulled her cock free and leapt onto the table, grabbing her hacksaw and pressing it to Sky’s throat. She took a moment to lick her tears, savor the terror in the older woman’s heart, and briskly began to saw at her throat. The blade split the skin quickly, and made similarly short work of the meaty flesh beneath. Sky tried to scream, only managing a gargle on her blood. Twilight grabbed Sky by the hair and propped her head up, then shoved her cock into the slit she had made in the throat. She fucked Sky’s throat, literally, smirking at Sunset’s horrified sobs.
Sunset turned her eyes away, focusing on her father. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see what would happen to him, nor did he want to lay eyes on his wife. Sunset’s hands trembled, the wet, sloppy sounds of her mother being throatfucked acting as a big distraction. She steeled herself as best as she could, and plunged her knife downward.
The blade stabbed into Dusty’s chest, only managing to go in about a half inch. Sunset squealed and, by some reflex, pulled the knife right back out. Dusty let out a pained groan, then another as Sunset tried again, with equally disappointing results.
“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” Sunset ripped the knife free again and, just as before, stabbed Dusty in the chest. She got a little deeper this time, but still not deep enough to do much more than make him suffer. Sunset panicked, her heart shattering when she realized what she had to do. She bounced on her father’s cock, feeling it twitch inside of her.
“Ooh, Daddy, fuck me harder! It feels so good!” moaned Sunset. She grinded her hips down before bouncing up and down again, quicker than she had ever done before. Instinctively, Dusty matched her speed, pistoning his cock up into his daughter. He pounded her, her hot, breathy moans distracting him from the fact that he had just been stabbed.
“Sunny, I think I’m gonna cum!” he groaned, opening his eyes. “I’m gonna—”
Dusty screamed as Sunset plunged her knife into his soft, squishy eyeball. The knife, while not sharp enough to do much to his chest, punctured through his eye and brain with ease. His screams reverberated throughout the room, drawing to a stop as Sunset twisted the knife, digging it deeper into his skull. In one last involuntary act, his cock erupted, sending jets of hot cum into his daughter’s womb. Sunset let out a sobbing, shaky squeal as she came again, falling forward onto her dad’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat slow to a stop, leaving him, cold, empty. Dead.
“Stupid fucking cunt!” Twilight bucked her hips fiercely, letting out a bestial, animalistic grunt as she came. “Take my cum, useless corpse cunt!” She thrusted one last time, shoving her cock out of Sky's mouth as she erupted, spewing a geyser of cum and blood up into the air. Pinkish, bloody jizz rained down onto her and Sky, staining Mrs. Shimmer's face with the combined fluids. She leaned forward and lapped it up, savoring the death of her friends' mother.
“Good work, you two.” Celestia reached out with her magic and snatched up the Shimmers’ souls, shredding them as she stole their hopes for peace and consumed them. The souls tipped her over the edge, and she let out a thick jet of cum into dead Sunset’s desecrated cunt. “Especially you, Sunset. You did far better than I would’ve expected.”
“What about me, my love?” asked Twilight, panting wildly. She pulled her bloody cock from Sky’s dead throat, grinning madly. “Did I do good?”
“Meh. You lose points for being clingy.” Celestia grinned at Twilight’s dejected frown. “And, as a prize for doing so well, Sunny, I’m only going to make you take one of your parents for the corpse pile. So, who’s cadaver do you want to be fucking for the foreseeable future?”
Sunset bawled against her father’s chest, feeling his cum ooze through her. Her hand found his, and she interlaced their fingers. Sunset sat there for a moment, feeling the heat seep from Dusty and his body grow ever-colder, before she answered.
“My Dad,” she said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. “Daddy…”
“Very well. Twilight, you can keep Sky, if you like,” said Celestia. “And, of course, Corpse-set is mine. I’m going to have a lot of fun raping her dead holes while you kill people for my amusement.”
“P-please,” begged Sunset. “No more… No more…” Celestia laughed, pulling dead Sunset up and slinging her over her shoulder. She shrouded Dusty and Sky in her magic and teleported them away for later use. Celestia gestured to Twilight, who rushed to her feet and roughly yanked Sunset with her. Twilight dragged Sunset along to follow Celestia out of the house.
“Oh, Sunny.” Celestia grinned a wicked grin. “We’re just getting started.”
