Tales from the Canterlot Mortuary

SNAP! SNAP!

The photographer took pictures of the crime scene. That’s the official reason. The real reason was to store them in his private collection for later, as he had hit the jackpot:

Two famous fashion designers, young, female, and barely dressed. There was the hurdle that they were dead, but it didn’t exactly stop him from taking some snapshots. He would take three pictures at a time. Two of them would be going to the Canterlot Mortuary for analysis, the third would go into his private collection. As such, the third would always be a lewd angle or position.

One such example was taking a picture of Rarity, owner of the Carousel Boutique’s Ponyville branch. She was slumped over her table, eyes half open and pupils dull in color. She was dressed in a pink shower robe, though the laces and see-through fabric implied this was one of those sexy lingerie clothes that she wanted to produce.

The first picture was her body. The second was of a broken tea cup that was by her feet, dressed in what would appear to be stylish designer heel shoes. On the top of the shoes were tufts of fur. They looked almost like authentic pony fur. The third snapshot was done under the table, an upskirt of Rarity’s robe. The flash revealed that she wore nothing and the photographer got a good look at her vagina.

He rubbed himself a bit before moving to the next victim, Coco Pommel. She was dressed simpler: a sweatshirt that was pulled down, revealing her breasts, white socks, and a pair of purple panties. Were it not for the subtle signs of foam seeping out from the corner of her mouth and the way that her limbs lay flatly on the couch, one could mistake her for simply sleeping. Seemed whoever made the call sure did, as the clothes looked like they were tampered with.

The first picture was of the body on the couch. The second was of what was on the table next to the couch: a container of pills. There was an extra photo taken of the broken teacup, though this time there was also a cotton swab, taking in the contents of the tea. It was a strong conclusion that the two were poisoned. Didn’t seem like they did it themselves, though. Rarity looked surprised and whoever messed with Coco’s body made it so that she seemed like she was asleep.

After compiling some notes, it was time to take the third photo of Coco. This time, of her hand, which was dug into her panties. Curiosity got the better of him as he carefully pulled down the panties. That’s when he saw it. Her cute, little fingers, scrunched into her crotch. He took a fourth picture before pulling the hand away slowly. A strand of her juice seeped out and sticking onto her fingers. An idea came into the photographer’s head as he placed the hand back onto her crotch. He pulled the panties completely off, putting them away in his pocket.

He positioned her legs and stuck them into the crevasses of the couch, making them look like she’s spreading them and masturbating. He took multiple pictures before he just couldn’t take it. He pulled down his pants and inserted himself into Coco, his penis sliding into her vagina. He proceeded to hump her, causing the couch to squeak. He didn’t care, the entire hotel was emptied thanks to this incident. He continually pounded Coco’s lifeless body, kissing her fair-skinned cheek and groping her breasts. She looked so pretty. Shame she was dead. He held her hand and continued his love-making.

After a period of skin on skin action, the photographer pulled out and ejaculated all over Coco’s exposed breasts. He had the last of his cum drip from her mouth. One last photo later and he cleaned the cum off. He placed Coco’s hand in a zip bag and took off one of her socks. He went and did the same to Rarity, though he took the time to feel up her soft foot, neatly trimmed and painted with blue nail polish. He took a sniff from the shoe. He felt delighted from the aroma.

Finally, he got the two body bags ready, picking up the two corpses and lugging them into the bags, zipping them up. They were ready for transportation.

My name is Mort Momento. My job is to analyse the bodies that make their way into the Canterlot Mortuary. As per usual Canterlot law, anyone that has died, naturally or not, is passed through to the Canterlot Mortuary for processing, so as to eliminate any sign of foul play, as well as make funeral arrangements in the cases of sudden deaths.

As such, the Canterlot Mortuary is tied to the Canterlot Funeral Home. All the bodies that pass here usually get put into the home unless specifically requested otherwise in the deceased’s Last Will & Testament.

Such as the case with the two new bodies that had hit the morgue. Both of them were famous fashion designers and great models. There were a few nights I remembered jerking it to Coco Pommel when she posed for Playcolt or when someone leaked photos of some Rarity shower action.

Funeral arrangements for them were… different. As such, it would take a day or so before they would be put into effect, so my job is to process their bodies, which means stripping them down then putting them in an autopsy to get the full cause of death. The photographer, Flashing Climax, had sent notes that implied they died of poisoning and that Coco had been tampered with, even before he showed up.

The first person to check at, obviously, was Coco herself. I unzipped the bag and took the time to see Coco’s partially naked body. Her soft, kissable lips, her short, aqua colored hair, her tiny little fingers that could barely cover her breasts. I had an urge to have sex with her right then and there, but in the case where I had multiple bodies, I tend to just pick one and leave the other for Bloody Cutter, the autopsy expert.

I pulled Coco’s body out of the bag and got to work on toe-tagging her. After fitting it on her toe, I took off her other sock. I proceeded to take off her sweater next. It fitted losely onto her body, so I was able to pull it off. Her naked body laid there, sprawled out. But I decided not to go for her. Seemed Climax already beat me to the punch with her.

Instead I unzipped the bag to get Rarity next. She looked so beautiful in her robe, as though she was wanting to be examined by me. I took extra care of taking off her shoe, then placing her bare feet side by side. I saw her gorgeous soles and realized I had to at least let my dick touch them. I whipped it out and rubbed it against her soles. At first, it was a nice, smooth glide across her feet, but as soon as I felt how soft they were, I had to spread them, let them touch both sides.

Before I knew it, I was ravenously grinding my penis against her feet, her legs bobbing with each thrust. Once I realized what happened, a jet of sperm sprayed out of my penis and onto her robe. Shit, that’s gonna stain if I wasn’t able to clean it immediately. Fortunately, I did, but there was still some residue of toilet paper. Doesn’t exactly matter right now.

I saw in the middle of my love-making, I had disturbed her robe and now it had come apart, revealing her body to me. I slowly peeled the robe off of her like a banana and exposed her naked white body to me. I took a few squeezes at her breasts before running my fingers through her long, purple, curly hair. They were always curled up princess style, but I guess she had no time to properly do so when she expired.

She looked prettier like this, though. I decided, for my sex with her, it will be nice and long. She wanted to be treated like a lady, after all. I lowered the tray, lifted up her legs and placed myself into her body. I gave a little push in and a little pull out. Her body slowly jiggled to my thrusts, but I paced myself. Sadly, she wasn’t able to moan, and while I’d go faster, I decided to keep it slow.

I brushed her hair and smelled her perfume. It’s strong enough to overpower the stench of death, it seemed. Still, I felt her forehead. It was ice cold. I felt as though I dipped my dickinto an ice bath. But I continued regardless. She deserves this. I nuzzled her, nibbling on her neck. My hand squeezed her decently sized breast.

I respectfully closed her eyes and hugged her. I got to the last reaches of my climax. A woman like her deserves her cum inside. I ejaculated, her insides having a sticky white residue seeping out of her vagina as I pulled out. I took some dedication to wipe her up before putting away the robe.

I rolled her body and began to do the preliminary checks, all the while taking pictures of both her and Coco. As soon as I was done taking those pictures, I proceeded to pose the two bodies in compromising positions, the kind you’d find in a magazine. I gave them elegant poses on the table, propped up their limbs so that they didn’t seem limp, and finally took a good shot of both their face and vagina. I’d make a killing off this later on. I then put the toe tag on Rarity. Soon, I let them lie down on the metal table and covered their naked bodies with the cloth, their cute feet sticking out from under the cloth.

The autopsy revealed that they had indeed died of poisoning. Coco was killed prior to Rarity, presumably during her shower, in which she was posed as though she was sleeping. That’s one part of the mystery solved. The next was who killed them.

That question can be answered later. I led two people to the dead. Princess Twilight and her assistant Spike. As I revealed their corpses, I saw them both look mournfully at Rarity, Spike being the most affected as I saw him visibly cry while Twilight gripped his hand. I merely gave Spike a nod. While he doesn’t know what it means, it’s a nod that I give to all people who have that mournful look in their eyes. It merely means business first, then closure.

“Princess, I believe you have brought the dresses for them to wear?” I asked Twilight.

“Only for Rarity. Sassy Saddles is working on Coco’s dress.” I mentally took note of the name. Sassy Saddles. She ran Canterlot’s branch of the Boutique. I’ll give the note to the local private investigator for more details. As for right now, I took Twilight’s bag and opened it, revealing a sexy lingerie dress. It was a purple see-through babydoll with white garter, bra, panties, stockings, and gloves.

“Lovely choice. Now, she’s requested an embalming spell.” I nodded to her. She stepped over the two corpses, her horn glowing as the two bodies glowed a soft magenta light. Normally we’d put embalming fluid into the bodies. It keeps them from decaying somewhere between three days to a week, making it perfect for extended wakes. However, an embalming spell is much more efficient, keeping the bodies active for a significantly long amount of time. The problem was the controversy in using such a spell, as it was pretty much the human equivalent of getting your pet stuffed. Not to mention the potential to turn the bodies into sex dolls.

I placed the cloth over Coco and lifted her table to her designated drawer to wait for Sassy Saddles to come. After doing so, I turned to Rarity, her dress hanging by the desk.

“Princess, speak with Floral Adios over the transportation and casket arrangements. I’m sure she can arrange a nice price for you.” I said.

“Alright, come with me, Spike…” I held up a hand.

“I request Spike to stay with me. I may need help with the body.” I said. I knew full well that Twilight did not buy my lie for a second. However, she sighed and gave a smile.

“Well, alright.” She walked off as I turned to Spike.

“You loved her, don’t you?” I asked him. He nodded. With that, I took the stockings and garterbelt, slowly putting them over Rarity’s legs. I lifted her legs in just the right way that Spike would notice her crotch. He saw the neatly trimmed pubic hairs on her crotch. I could notice that he was getting stiff already. “I’ll… leave you to the rest?” I left the room, subtly turning on the cameras. As I got into the security room, I saw that Spike had already leaped on top of Rarity and pounded whatever life she had left out of her. Her legs sprawled up in the air as Spike continuously kissed her all over her chest and head, all while crying out her name. For a brief moment, it looked as though Rarity was alive and fully in a passionate act of love. I began to rub myself to his sex with her as he manipulated her body around and screwing her body in all positions. While it was nice to have sex with them personally, there was something magical about a person’s last moments with their lover. A last kiss goodbye, the breaking down of tears as they cry into the chest, that lingering glance before I cart the body off to be disposed of.

As Spike climaxed all over Rarity’s body, so had I just finished climaxing. I wiped my cum away as Spike sat there in a bit of a tizzy. I stopped the recording and made a mental note to make a copy to sell later. I went back to the room and fitted the bra and panties, followed by the gloves. I then fitted the babydoll over her body before putting a pair of platform pumps over her feet. I wheeled her body out as I approached Twilight and Floral Adios.

Twilight took Rarity’s body and placed her in a glass casket full of flowers. She’ll be put on display at the Canterlot Boutique where she’ll be publicly mourned. I gave her the key to the casket and told her to give it to whoever would own the Boutique next. That’s when I noticed she said it would be Sassy Saddles.

There’s that name again. Must investigate further.

Coco was received later on by Sassy Saddles. Her funeral arrangements were signed away in her contract. She’d be dressed and put on display. She was dressed in a babydoll much like Rarity, but had no panties or bra. She was posed in a slutty way, kneeling on the ground and spreading her legs to expose her ass, all while having a joyful expression on her face. Sassy explained that she is to be the first of a new line of interactable models that would be guaranteed to raise profits. I knew full well what she was doing.

And I now had a hint of who would have killed the two.