Graveyard Shift

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Suicide / Self Harm, Profanity, Non-consensual, Derpy Hooves, Death, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Porn, Sex
Length: 4129

A mortician works his first graveyard shift

A mortician works his first graveyard shift. This goes about exactly how you'd expect.

WARNING: This story contains necrophilia. This includes oral, vaginal, and anal sex with a corpse.

Commissioned by Gorat

Published 2018-03-19 00:00:13 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-19 00:00:13 UTC

Graveyard Shift

Josh spun idly in his chair, tapping his finger against his work table and waiting for his assignment to hurry up and get to him. Most people in his shoes would be nervous, but Josh was just bored. It didn’t bother him at all that he was alone in the dead of night in a morgue. It occurred to him that he probably should be at least a bit freaked out, but he just wasn’t. Josh never had much of a problem with macabre matters like death. Not only was he unbothered, but, in a strange way, he was even fascinated by death. He had always been a bit of an odd boy, scaring away the kids in his neighborhood with his Cutie Mark; a black coffin with a skull floating above it. No one really knew what it meant, but Josh knew that it was proof that he was different. It was one of the reasons he gravitated towards his job in the morgue.

Even though he wasn’t bothered by the idea of being left alone with a corpse, he was a bit nervous. This was his first solo shift, the first time he’d be left alone with a body. Anyone would be nervous. He liked this job a lot. It was calm, quiet, and it paid pretty well. Josh would like very much not to mess this up.

Fortunately for him, but unfortunately for his fidgety nature, he currently didn’t have anything to mess up.

“I wonder if I have time to grab a snack from the break room…” pondered Josh, unsure why he bothered speaking to no one. It seemed that the boredom was already getting to him. He needed coffee, maybe a cigarette, if he wanted to be ready for work when the body finally got to him. If it ever got to him.

Just as Josh was about to get up and leave the room for a moment, the morgue’s double doors swung open. A man entered, pushing a metal cart with him. On top of the cart was a black body bag, which undoubtedly held Josh’s next assignment. The man, who looked like he was in dire need of a coffee himself, pushed the cart to a stop before Josh, then pulled out a notepad.

“You’ve got an easy one. Suicide vic, 18,” said the fellow morgue worker, reading from his notes. “OD’d on sleeping pills, popped em like Tic-Tacs. Poor girl didn’t get the dosage right. This one hurt. EMTs found her in shock, but it was too late. She was dead before they got her on the stretcher. No relatives, so you don’t have anything special you need to do. Just get her cleaned up, tagged, and on ice until the city decides where to bury her. Can you handle that, new kid?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s done,” yawned Josh. The worker nodded, then turned for the door. “Wait. What’s her name?”

“Hm? You don’t have to worry about that. Someone else will come deal with her name.”

“Call it morbid curiosity.”

“Fair enough. Well, let’s see…” The worker consulted his notes again, looking them over for a bit in search of a name. “Eh… Ah, here. Derpy. Derpy Hooves. Shame what happened to her. From what I can tell, she seemed like a pretty nice girl.”

“The worms won’t care how nice she was,” noted Josh. The morgue worker shrugged, then headed to the door.

“Guess not. Well, take it easy, kid. See you around.” The worker waved, then pushed open the morgue’s doors, leaving Josh alone with a corpse for the first time (the first time in a professional setting, anyway). He let out a sigh, then stood up from his chair to get to work. He pulled the body bag onto his work table, wide and stainless steel. Josh crossed the room to the sink, where he had a large tub that he filled with hot water and a bit of soap. He grabbed the tub as well as a sponge and a towel, all of which he deposited onto the cart. Then, finally, he unzipped the body bag, ready to get to work.

The first thing Josh always noticed about a corpse were the eyes. Derpy was no different. Her eyes, big and round and a beautiful gold, had a distinct glassiness to them, like a tired glaze. Those eyes, with no light or life behind them, always seemed to attract Josh’s attention. Technically, he was supposed to close them, as a sign of respect. And he had done, every time before, but this was different. He wasn’t being supervised. Hell, closing the eyes wasn’t even really a rule, just a thing he was told he should do. So, this time, he left the corpse be, allowing her to stare blankly forward with her empty expression. It was almost hypnotic. Even as he freed Derpy from the body bag, he was transfixed by the morbid beauty of her lifeless eyes.

“Someone’s looking snazzy,” mumbled Josh, taking note of Derpy’s outfit. She wore a very nice scarlet silk blouse and a black skirt that went down to about her legs. “Makes sense, I guess. You only get one chance to make a first impression. When you go to meet God, I guess you’d want to look nice.”

Josh took another long look at the corpse, particularly her eyes, before getting to work. He pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and used it to snip Derpy’s blouse down the middle, allowing him to remove it more easily. He smirked at the bra Derpy wore, a very sexy black lace piece that struggled to contain her large breasts. Just from a glance, he could tell that the bra was a bit too small, though Josh wasn’t certain if that was intentional, to make her boobs seem even larger, or if she just made a bad purchase. Not as if it much mattered now. Corpses weren’t especially picky in terms of comfort.

Next, he moved on to her skirt, which he unzipped and slowly pulled down. Rigor mortis had started setting in, and it was a bit difficult to get the skirt down Derpy’s stiff legs. Josh managed to work the skirt down, revealing a pair of lace panties equally as scandalous as the bra. The difference lay in the color; The panties were, for whatever reason, white, instead of black like the top. Josh let out a curious hum as he deposited the skirt to the side.

“I bet you were an interesting girl,” chuckled Josh. “I wonder what made you decide to end it all…” Josh often liked to theorize about his assignments while he got them prepped. Making up backstory for corpses that had none was a fun way to pass the time while he worked. “Hm. Bet you weren’t too bright. Probably the sort to make a mess out of everything. Could barely even dress yourself.” Josh chuckled darkly. Despite what he might show, he did feel bad for the poor girl. No one chooses death if life is easy for them. “Don’t feel bad, hon. I’d probably off myself if I was such a big fuck up, too.”

Next up would be the undergarments, which Josh got to work on immediately. A corpse isn’t the easiest thing to lift or maneuver, so Josh had to get in quite close to raise Derpy up. He didn’t pull her up much, just enough to undo her bra before setting her back down. Josh sniffed the air, a dainty, floral scent wafting into his nose. Curiously, he leaned in close to Derpy, smelling her perfume. It was nice, probably very expensive. Josh wondered if she had bought it herself, or if it was a gift from a friend. He preferred to imagine that the poor girl asked a friend to borrow the perfume. It was a strange, dark sort of poetry for someone close to Derpy to unknowingly contribute to the girl’s suicide, even in a small, ultimately insignificant way.

Josh pulled the bra free from Derpy’s body, baring her breasts to the world. He hummed in appreciation, admiring their size and shape. Very nice, indeed. Josh didn’t think it was strange that he was gawking at the tits of a dead girl, nor did he find it strange that he was getting hard from it. His dick didn’t understand the concept of death, and Josh didn’t understand why it was wrong for him to be attracted to her anyway. She was a pretty, well-endowed girl. What did it matter if she was dead? It wasn’t like he intended to have sex with her or anything. Just admire her form.

Josh sat the bra down on the table next to the skirt and blouse, then moved on to her bottoms. He slowly rolled down the panties, inch by inch past her hips and down her legs. Josh grinned as he undressed Derpy further, revealing a fuzzy patch of pubes, as blonde as the hair on her head.

“I like that,” murmured Josh. He couldn’t resist, and gently ran his fingers across the soft hair. “Carpets match the drapes, that’s nice.” Josh moved more slowly, taking his time to appreciate Derpy. Her beauty, her body, her smell. Her perfume mingled with something else. Something tangier. Josh gave the room a precautionary peer, as if someone could have possibly entered without him noticing, then grabbed Derpy’s panties and gave them a deep sniff. He inhaled the scent of her cunt, sweat coming together with the natural scent of her pussy to create a earthy, natural smell that Josh couldn’t get enough of.

“Hm… You won’t miss these, will you, sweetheart?” he asked, neatly folding the panties and stuffing them in his pocket. “I just want something something to remember you by. I mean, you are my first corpse, after all. You never wanna forget your first.”

Josh smirked, then got back to work. Now that Derpy was stripped, she needed to be cleaned, which was an easy enough task. Josh grabbed his sponge, getting it saturated with soapy water and used it to scrub Derpy’s skin. It was almost a shame to wash away the perfume and sweat. Josh liked the way Derpy smelled, a lot. But, unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about it. All Josh could do is his job, and that meant giving his cadaver a nice, thorough cleaning.

The task wasn’t without its benefits, though. Anything that let Josh appreciate Derpy’s naked body was a good thing in his book. And now that he was washing her, he had an excuse to touch her, to run his hand across her cool, wet skin. He took special care when it came time to wash her breasts. No need to rush it. Josh wanted to savor the moment. He rubbed Derpy’s nipples with his thumb, giving each breast the attention they deserved. He had to be fair, after all. No sense in neglecting any part of this poor girl. She was dead, the least Josh could do is appreciate the body she left him. And appreciate, he did, squeezing her tits gently in his hand. His fingers almost melted into the soft, almost velvety fur as he groped her breasts.

He spent a bit washing and groping Derpy’s breasts (though it was mostly the latter) before setting his sights a bit lower. Josh sponged her legs, slowly admiring them as he did. His sponge started at her feet, but slowly made its way to her calves, then her thighs and hips. Soon, Josh couldn’t ignore it any longer, and turned his attention to her pussy. But first, there were some precautions he wanted to take.

Josh set his sponge down, then crossed the room to the door. He opened it, glancing down the hall. From what he could tell, the place was deserted. All alone with his corpse. Just to be safe, he locked the door before returning to Derpy. Now that he was sure that he wouldn’t be interrupted, he could focus on his prize.

Josh rubbed her lower lips, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Derpy’s dead pussy against his fingers. He could almost feel her body cooling against his hand, the warmth of her cadaver fading with time. He felt his heart pick up as he did so, the excitement of the moment mounting. Soon, he couldn’t resist any longer. Josh parted Derpy’s legs a bit more, then leaned in and lapped at her cunt. He savored the taste of her pussy, the arousal of her most recent sexual escapade still fresh. He licked her further, going deeper until his nose was pressed against her golden patch of pubes, the hair tickling his face and all but forcing her addicting aroma into his nostrils.

“Hm… I bet you fingered yourself before you bit the dust,” chuckled Josh, coming up for air. “Makes sense. If you’re gonna die, you may as well rub one out first. It’s what I would do.” Josh licked his lips, savoring every hint of Derpy’s taste that he could get. As he stood up, it suddenly occurred to him what he had just done. He had just gone down on a corpse. And that was wrong. Not that Josh had ever been particularly concerned with the idea of right and wrong. It just occurred to him that he really shouldn’t be doing what he was doing. It was amoral. It was disgusting. It was illegal.

“Oh well,” sighed Josh. He slowly undid his belt as he rounded the table to Derpy’s face. He pulled out his cock, rock hard and throbbing, dropping his hefty meat against Derpy’s cheek. He chuckled at Derpy’s dazed, almost confused expression before prying open her mouth and sliding his cock in.

Josh shuddered at the peculiar feeling of Derpy’s dry tongue against his cock. It was odd, to put his cock in something so unmoving. He pulled his cock free, then squinted at the corpse for a moment. An idea formed in his mind, and he leaned forward until his face was just a few inches from Derpy’s. Being sure to keep eye contact with her while he did, Josh latched his lips onto hers. He felt around the inside of Derpy’s mouth with his tongue, coating the cavity with his saliva. He stared into her lifeless eyes as he did, growing more and more excited with each passing moment. Soon, when he felt he had adequately lubed up the hole he hoped to use, he broke away, a thin strand of saliva connecting him to Derpy.

“You really are a cute one,” noted Josh, before spitting a great big gob of spit in her mouth. “It’s a shame that you’ll end up boxed and in the ground by Friday. I could have a lot of fun with you.”

Josh grabbed his dick, still hard as ever, and returned it to the newly-moist cavity. It was much better than before, and still noticeably different than a normal blowjob from a living girl. He liked this a lot better. Perhaps it was the fact that he had total control in a way he couldn’t with a living person, or just the taboo of it all. Josh didn’t especially care about why he liked it so much. All he concerned himself with was forcing his cock into the corpse’s mouth.

He pumped his hips, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. It was so much easier to pleasure himself without having to worry about pesky things like Derpy’s pleasure, or her comfort or if she could even breathe. He had nothing to concern himself with but his thrusting, the pleasure arcing up and down his cock as he slid it deeper and deeper into Derpy’s mouth and, eventually, her throat. Despite being dead, Derpy’s throat was still quite tight, and it hugged Josh’s length snuggly despite being dry and dead. The precum dribbling from his cock helped to slick up the unmoving tunnel that was her throat. It was heavenly.

“I wonder if you’d be any better at this if you were alive?” mused Josh as he fucked Derpy’s throat. “I doubt it, though. You seemed to be pretty shitty at everything. You’d probably find a way to screw up a throat-fucking, you useless fucking idiot. It’s a good thing you killed yourself, bitch. If you didn’t, someone would’ve. Someone sick and tired of dealing with you fucking up everything you come across. At least now you’re finally good for something.” Josh could feel himself get closer and closer to the edge, his thrusts picking up speed. “I think it’s time for a treat. How’d you like a hot load of cum for your last meal?”

Josh took her silence as agreement and doubled his efforts, wanting to give her the meal he promised. Josh rocketed his hips forward, burying more and more of his cock into Derpy’s waiting, receiving, velvety throat until he let out a groan, his cock erupting rope after rope of hot sticky cum down Derpy’s throat. Josh deposited the last of his spunk into Derpy’s waiting orifice before pulling his cock free. He panted tiredly, smirking at her expression. Cum dribbled out of her slightly gaped mouth, making a little pool on the table near her face.

“Thanks for the fun time, sweetheart,” chuckled Josh. “But I really should get back to work. Shame, really. I’d like to have a go at some of your other holes, but there’s not time. I’ve got to get you on ice.”

Josh tucked his cock away, staring longingly at Derpy’s body. He wanted nothing more than to take a run on her pussy, but he had wasted enough time as it was. If he didn’t hurry up, he was liable to be caught, and that probably wouldn’t go over well for him.

Although… If Josh was being perfectly honest, he didn’t much care about that at the moment. He gave the door one last look before throwing caution to the wind. He shed his pants completely, and climbed onto the table with Derpy. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her limp body up a bit to line up her pussy with his cock, once again hard and ready to go. Josh licked his lips before pushing his cock forward, splitting Derpy’s pussy and invading her with his length.

If it weren’t for the fact that Josh had already came, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to make it into Derpy’s twat. Luckily, his cock was slick with cum and saliva, and so he managed to squeeze in nevertheless. The dry, unwilling walls of her pussy resisted, but soon had no choice but to yield as Josh forced himself into her.

“Fuck, that’s nice…” moaned Josh. “God, I’m glad you decided to kill yourself. I don’t know what I would’ve done tonight if I didn’t have a cute corpse to fuck. I would’ve been a nervous wreck on my first night unsupervised, I know that much for sure. So thanks for helping me calm my nerves, sweetheart. I’ll try to make it worth your while.”

Josh gripped Derpy tightly by her hips and laid in on her, pounding her pussy with no regard for her body. As far as Josh was concerned, Derpy’s body belonged to him. Not like anyone else wanted. Her family didn’t want it. She didn't have any friends to claim it. Hell, she clearly didn’t even want it herself. She killed herself, which, in Josh’s mind, made her body his. At least until she went into the ground.

“Poor Derpy,” said Josh as he thrust his hips forward, faster and faster. “Dead and alone with no one to love you. No one but me. A perfect stranger who only cares about you because you’ve got holes to fuck. But soon… Soon, you’ll be gone.” He leaned forward, inhaling the fading scent of her perfume and planting a kiss on the cool, dead flesh of her neck. “You’ll be shut up in a box and put in the ground. Soon, no one will even know your name. No one except me, because you don’t fucking matter!”

Josh wasn’t sure what was coming over him. Some sort of primal, savage energy. It was so exhilarating to defile this poor girl’s corpse. He wasn’t sure if he could ever go back to fucking the living ever again. There was just something about Derpy, the way she just laid there for Josh to use as he desired, that just drove him crazy. She wasn’t even a person anymore. She was just a toy for his pleasure.

Josh pulled his cock from Derpy’s pussy and hefted her over, tossing her unceremoniously onto her belly. If Derpy had anyone that cared about her, Josh would be afraid of scarring or otherwise damaging her body. Luckily for him, she was all alone in this world. He could be as rough as he wanted. He licked his lips at the prospect, grabbing Derpy by the tail and pulling her ass up. Josh grinned, then grabbed Derpy by the hip with one hand, using the other to guide his dick into her ass.

Josh expected her to be looser than average, so he was pleasantly surprised when her asshole still resisted his entry. He worked in slowly, taking his time in stretching her out. He ran his hands down her sides, caressing her thick, jiggling ass as he fucked her. He spanked her butt firmly, the loud slap of flesh against flesh echoing throughout the room. It was so satisfying that Josh went for another, this time twice as hard. Hard enough that Josh was certain that Derpy would’ve shouted from the pain, the burn as his palm connected with her ass and painted it an stinging, angry red.

Josh grabbed a fistful of Derpy’s smooth, silky, golden hair and tugged on it, pulling her head up so that Josh could see into her lifeless eyes. As he jerked Derpy’s body more upright, cum dribbled from her mouth, dripping down onto her tits. Josh wrapped his arm around her throat, holding her close to his body as he pounded her asshole. The feeling of a body devoid of all life was so exciting. He could still smell her perfume, even as it faded away and was slowly replaced with the smell of her flesh. In a way, her natural aroma was even better. It was earthy, real. It was addicting.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon, sweetheart,” whispered Josh, kissing along the side of Derpy’s neck. He licked at her skin, savoring the slightly salty taste of her skin. He gave her one last kiss on the cheek before shoving her down, smashing her face into the cold steel of his work table. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust his hips with reckless abandon. Derpy’s body quaked from the force of Josh’s thrusts, her arms swaying in rhythm to his movements as they hung over the side of the table.

Josh let out a heavy, breathy moan as he came. He shot his load deep into Derpy, packing it in with his last few thrusts. He pulled his dick free, sending his last few spurts of cum out onto Derpy’s back and ass, painting her with white. As soon as he was finished, he fished around in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Did I just gave myself a lot more work? Sure,” he sighed as he took picture after picture of his first act of necrophilia. “Is cum a pain in the ass to clean out of fur?” He turned Derpy onto her back, taking a few more shots from a new angle. “Sure. But would I do it again?” He leaned in and gave Derpy’s cheek a kiss. “You bet your sweet ass, hon.”

From there, the rest of the job was easy. Josh redressed himself, then gave Derpy another cleaning. Washing all of the cum from her was borderline impossible, so Josh just tried to clean the most obvious areas. Besides, no one would be coming for her. No one who cared enough to look too closely, anyway. Once she was as clean as Josh could manage, he tied a tag to her finger, filled it out with her information, and carefully pulled her over to the open, waiting morgue cooler. He covered her with a black tarp, stopping before obscuring her face to gaze into her glazed, golden eyes. He closed her eyes with his palm, then kissed her on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he said before covering her face and sliding her into the cooler to rest.