Tales from the Canterlot Mortuary

A Canterlot Guard was doing his morning duties, checking every room to make sure everything was prim and proper.

That’s when he checked out Princess Luna’s room. A couple of months ago, Celestia went on a small sabbatical and when she came back, she brought with her a woman that she has taken to call her sister. Ever since, the guards have been told to keep a close eye on her.

Part of the guard’s task when it comes to checking out the room is to check on the sleeping Luna. There, he saw her beautiful body resting on the bed. Her dark blue, see through nightgown covering her body. He saw that she lacked a bra and left her melon sized breasts exposed by the fabric, her nipples poking through. He also saw her pure white panties outlining her cute thighs.

The guard noticed that Luna wasn’t snoring. He moved closer and looked closer… No rising or falling of her chest. Alarmed, the guard put two fingers to her neck…

No pulse.

Cold…

Dead.

Immediately the guard jerked his hand back. However, he restrained himself from screaming. He instead backed away into the door and silently closed it. A dark thought came across his head.

He had a crush on the princess. Such a beautiful woman. She could only be seen in the castle, though, and thus she is a princess in the sense of standing there and looking pretty. That said, she enjoyed the guards’ company, especially since they were her only company. Usually, once he was done checking on Luna, he would take her feet and have them rub his cock. He didn’t want to do anything that’d risk waking her up, but now? He has no worry.

He got on top of her and put aside her panties to reveal her vagina. He decided to get himself warmed up by having her cold soles touch his genitals. Despite being cold, he still loved the feeling of Luna’s feet, even looking at how pretty her toenails were, being painted in a navy color similar to the gown.

Once he was ready, he lifted her legs and parted them, inserting himself into her with one large plunge. Once he entered her, he began to grunt and pound like a savage animal rocking Luna’s world. She was so pretty and very nice to the guards when she was alive. Even now, he could imagine her sweet, infectious smile as he continued to make love to her.

He flopped her body around and hugged her body, his hands reaching into her gown and rubbing her breasts. He crossed her legs to make his bond to her even tighter. It felt as though with each pound, his penis was gonna be ripped off.

He managed to pull out though and, with a great moan, came all over Luna’s soles. He panted and sighed in relief, then managed to lay down…

Only to find Princess Celestia glaring at him.

I, of course, wasn’t around to examine her body. That story was over five hundred years ago, but it was one of the first public displays of necrophilia and definitely the first time that we’ve heard Celestia’s thoughts on the subject, as the execution of that poor guard showed.

Celestia has since apologized about it, especially after another Princess Luna, our Princess Luna, appeared. As it turned out, the Luna described in the story was from a parallel universe. Perhaps Celestia too felt lonely and needed company. We never truly knew what she did with her body afterwards or who killed her. The coroner at the time, no more than a simple butcher compared to the coroners of today, said that she had died of poisoning. There were some cultists who believed that Nightmare Moon resided in the body of Luna and by killing her, they’d free her.

Of course, this was a load of horsecrap and Luna died, being nothing more than a footnote in history. You could still see the alternate Luna today, as she is embedded in a tough crystal-like resin, buried in a royal tomb made for Princesses when they die. While no pony would be able to touch her again, if you viewed her body in the right angles, you can catch glimpses of her breasts and vagina, or her feet if you’re into that.