Tales from the Canterlot Mortuary

It took Flashing Climax a good hour or two just to get the club emptied so he could investigate. When checking out large, populated places like this, the only evidence that is of his concern is the immediate area of the murder victim.

She was in her early twenties, with lucious purple and white hair. She had blue jeans, a white shirt that said “I’m a Princess”, and a pair of black Mary Janes. There was a puddle of urine where she sat, her eyes wide and head cocked to the side. On her neck was an old piece of rope that had been tightened around her neck. Her eyes were wide and her jaw partially dropped with her tongue hanging out a bit.

Flashing Climax leaned in and touched her tongue with his, all while feeling up her shirt, hand underneath the bra. He squeezed gently as he felt her erect nipples. He took her limp hand and placed it in his pants. Rubbing her cooling palm against his balls was enough to get him off. He pulled out her hand, now covered with his cum, He covered it with a plastic bag and stopped molesting her. Unlike other cases, he had to make this quick, as the club needed to get back into business pronto. He got the bag out and placed her in it, wheeling her out of it. All the while, he could hear the crying of a girl around the age of the stiff. He looked to see her. She had gray hair braided into ponytails and wore glasses. Possibly a friend mourning her passing?

He took the corpse into the car and drove off.

Another night of partying, another stiff. I did not hesitate to unzip the bag, as chances are the body would be that of a young partygoer throwing their life away to booze.

Sure enough, I saw the beautiful body of Diamond Tiara. She looked like a supermodel, the kind that no one would have the balls to date, lest she ripped them off. She looked rather scared in her final moments despite her body and outfit looking like she was on top of the world.

The first things to go were her shoes and socks. As I had thought, her feet were very smooth to the touch and the nail polish just looked tasty, like candy M&Ms. I gave them a little massage, the kind a princess like her deserved. I worked my way up to her pants and pulled them down. Her cotton white panties had a yellow stain on her crotch. I was told beforehand she had voided her bowels when she died, so I took extra care to take off her panties and wash her vagina after taking a swabs.

Next came her white shirt. I lifted it over her head, which in turn, messed with her eyes once the collar was pulled off. Now they looked like she was looking up, as though she had one massive orgasam before she went. After unclipping the bra and exposing her chest, I looked at her nude body.

Now it truly looked like she had an orgasm. I walked over to the security room and got the camera rolling. As I returned to Diamond Tiara, I stripped down and pressed up her cheeks, as though she was smiling. And then, I got on top of her and began to screw her.

I went moderately faster than the other people, not because of time but because I knew just from the tension that she wasn’t a virgin, and with how loose I fitted, it seemed like this isn’t even her dozenth rodeo. I played with her voluptuous breasts and imagined her panting to the beat, asking me to fuck her more.

She looked so beautiful. It’s no wonder she spends her time at clubs. She definitely gets a lot of heads turning. I felt her slender belly and stroked it, keeping with the pace of my penis. I pressed onto her nude body and moaned out: “Aaaah yeah!”, shooting out a huge load into her vagina. I took some care to clean her up and cover her body. Open and shut case here. She died via strangulation.

A day passed as several people identified the body. Of course, many people had one last go at her before her father came to go with the funeral arrangements. All of them were very erotic and recording them will provide many nights of masturbation fuel.

Embalming had become much easier after preparing Rarity and Coco’s bodies for their presentation and now everyone wants preserved bodies, either to show off their eternal beauty or for… continued loving. I didn’t care much, as it’s cheaper than buying embalming fluids every month.

With that, we had a new hire, Cinderella Fashionista, whose talent was entirely based around preparing corpses. She had a few turns with some male bodies, though I noticed from the way she looked at Diamond Tiara and did a cursory grope of her breasts that she definitely wasn’t straight.

She cast the spell and made Diamond Tiara almost doll like, even returning the shine in her eyes and color in her skin. The outfit that Filthy Rich had given us was a fancy princess outfit, almost like that of Princess Cadance’s. We put on long stockings over her feet, frilly lingerie, blue heels, and finally the blue princess outfit complete with a cheap plastic tiara. She would be put to rest in the family tomb for public viewing and, to my pleasure, payment for any sort of interaction with her. The more intense it got, the higher the price.

A week afterwards, I noticed Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara’s close friend who took her death the hardest, had visited the tomb and paid a constant fee of five dollars, the price of spending the night cuddling with her.

I pity her.