Biggest Booty in the Morgue

by headless_rainbow

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Death, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 3494

Silver Scapel is the royal mortician, but no one knows about his secret fetish. When Princess Celestia's giant plot ends up on the slab, he knows just what to do. Necrophilia ensues.

Silver Scapel is the royal mortician, but no one knows about his secret fetish. When Princess Celestia's giant plot ends up on the slab, he knows just what to do. Since she never put out for anyone while she was alive, it's only fair that he make use of her now. Necrophilia in every hole and some new ones ensue.

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Contains: all the way through (a head), anal, blaming Blueblood, blow job, breast play, creampie, cum geyser, decapitation, devirginizing a corpse, cunnilingus with a severed head, facial, fun and profit, gore, implied asphyxiation, implied foalcon, misogyny, necrophilia, necksex, reverse blowjob, unreasonable reaction to a mare not putting out, vaginal, video taping, watersports

Published 2019-05-20 17:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-20 17:20:02 UTC

1. Dying a Virgin Doesn't Mean You'll Be Buried One

Silver Scapel loved his job as Canterlot’s royal mortician. It was his job to prepare the bodies of the most important ponies in Canterlot and Equestria. He excelled at keeping a somber expression when they wheeled bodies in, but when they weren’t watching was when the part he loved happened.

See, Silver had a particular fetish he took every opportunity to engage in. He used all of his ‘customers’, stallion, mare, or foal, for his pleasure. There was nothing he loved more than a cold clammy hole grasping at his warm shaft. They had buried many bodies in the Canterlot graveyard with his sticky seed inside them.

While he loved using the bodies of royals, models, wonderbolts, and anyone else of importance, there were a few he fantasized about that he once feared he would never have. The immortal princesses, the ones that no one expected to die.

But the unexpected finally happened.

Silver arrived at the royal mortuary long after hours using a back entrance rather than the front door. He had been on vacation when the assassination occurred, but they called him in to deal with the tragedy. He didn’t officially arrive in the city until tomorrow, but he got there early, not wanting to make the biggest booty in the morgue wait.

Once inside, Silver locked the doors to make sure, then turned to view his newest patient. Even beneath the sheet, he saw the body’s shape and that big beautiful round plot. The table she occupied wasn’t meant for such a large corpse, so her legs, head, and tail all hung over the sides.

The mere thought of that cold, dead, royal cunt made his shaft spill free of its home, but he had work to do before getting down to business. Not only would devirginizing the cold royal celibate be the hottest thing he’d ever done, but a video of it would fetch an amazing price on the black market. So he set up cameras in strategic places around the morgue, making sure there would be plenty of good angles to see penetration. Photo Finish had already agreed to alter the video so that the one having his way with the dead princess looked like Blueblood instead of him. She’d get her share of the massive profits, and he’d not have to worry about anyone knowing he was the one that did it.

His hooves shook as he put them into place. Silver risked being caught by doing this in the morgue instead of taking her home first, but it was so much more exhilarating. Besides, being executed would be worth having had a go with the finest rump in Equestria.

He’d lost count how often he’d fantasized about this, and it finally happened. He’d get to fuck the cadaver of the most powerful pony in Equestria. Well, former most powerful pony in Equestria. It was every necrophile’s dream come true.

Silver walked to the table and pulled the sheet off. They’d draped Celestia over the metal roller belly-down. Her legs hung off the side, dragging the floor, but her wings stayed neat atop her, tied together. Her tail, once long and flowing, drooped behind her like a flaccid tentacle; it even had about the same texture as one might expect from a tentacle as he rubbed his hoof along it. Her head dangled from the front with her mane tangled in one of the front wheels.

“Looks like I’ll need a bigger table,” Silver smirked. He adjusted his glasses as he moved to her head, “But this one will do fine for our special time together, won’t it, Princess.”

Silver ran a hoof against her mane to feel the strange textures. It was as if the strands of her magic-infused mane were more frill than hair. He used his magic to untangle the end with the table wheel, pulling her head upwards and see her face.

Silver moaned as he looked at her expression. Her eyes were wide, fur matted beneath them from the wetness of her sobbing. Her expression was clear abject horror, muzzle wide as if gasping for air, neck bearing the imprint of the wire that had strangled the life from her. Marks along the front of her neck showed how she hooved at it in desperation.

“Such a beautiful expression, Princess,” Silver whispered. He ran his tongue up the side of her face, still damp enough thanks to the preservation spells to savor her salty tears. “I can only imagine the horror of a supposed immortal forced to face death. I was worried I’d find a peaceful expression on your face, but to know that you died in such fear warms my heart... and my cock.” He smiled gently. “I'm sure you can cool off the later though with that virgin corpse cunt.”

He raised her head further and kissed her deeply, poking her cold flaccid tongue with his warm one and staring into the fear frozen in her eyes. As he made out with her, he untied and removed his own robes, allowing his throbbing erection to spill free, ready to take what everyone else in the kingdom had desired.

Silver mounted that end of the table and pushed his tip to Celestia’s muzzle. He lustfully stroked her face, careful not to change her expression as he pushed between her lips. He squeezed her muzzle shut with his magic so that her cool lips slid over every curve and vein of his shaft.

He thrust and pushed her limp tongue around her muzzle with his pulsating cock, magically moving her still-moist tongue to lap at his erection as he pushed deeper. He shivered at the coolness as he invaded her throat, pushing deep and using her tongue to lap at his balls.

"I bet you never even tasted a cock," Silver gasped as he took long slow strokes. He moved back until his tip was barely between her lips and then all the way back until his balls smacked her chin. "This is exactly the fate a prude like you deserved."

As he throat-fucked the dead goddess, he ran his hooves over her still form. He caressed the indent in the bruised flesh where the cord had squeezed her neck. He stroked her soft wings and down to her sides and legs, as well as under to her chest. The earth pony component of the alicorn showed; her toned body was so ridiculously fuckable.

As far as it concerned him, this was less an assassination and more a well-deserved execution. Her crime? Denying the use of this body with a silly vow of celibacy. This worthless cock-tease could have pleasured so many ponies. It would have been a crime to let this bitch live on, or to give her a peaceful death.

Silver groped her throat at the bulge of his cock as it forced her cold, sticky flesh apart with each stroke. He was close to creaming already, but he wouldn't stop here. He planned to plow sperm into every lifeless hole, then maybe make more to plow those too. She was his cum sponge forever, and no one would blame him for her corpse’s disappearance when he wasn’t supposed to be in town when it disappeared. Photo Finish would gladly vouch that he was with her in another city at the moment if needed.

He groaned, tugging her off of the table and flipping her over onto the floor. She landed on her back with a dull thud, legs limp and splayed out. His warm cock remained within her, and from this angle he felt the pinch where they had crushed her neck from within. It was like pushing through a tight little cervix.

As he shivered and continued to ram her throat, he breathed the scent of her cold pussy. Her virgin slit was sopping wet with cold cunt honey, well-preserved from the moment of her death. The assassins must have molested her, getting her nice and wet before finishing her, but mercifully didn’t pop her cherry. The assassins were obviously mares, because no stallion could have resisted.

Silver lapped, running his tongue across her still-pliable vulva. He slurped the flavor of her death piss from where she’d urinated herself as an assassins ended her long life. The taste of her dead pussy sent him over, and he plowed a geyser of spunk down her throat. As he pulled his dick free, another surge of sperm bathed her limp tongue and dripped from her gums. He blew the rest onto her terrified expression, cum puddling in her wide-open eye sockets, seeping into her glazed pupils.

He needed to empty his bladder after blowing a load, and that's what she deserved anyway, so that's what she got. Silver relaxed, standing to watch his urine splash against Celestia's frozen expression. It puddled in her open maw, only so much able to drain into where he had pried open her throat. A mixture of cum and piss puddled in her eyes now and drenched her mane, neck, and chest.

“That's it, being my toilet is more than you deserve,” Silver groaned. “And now I’m going for that cherry, prude. You may have died a virgin, but she won’t be buried one.” He grinned wider. “Actually you won’t ever get buried. Your corpse is my personal fuck toy forever.”

He turned around atop her, sliding down to her other end and letting his still-firm erection rest on her moist slit. He anticipated the pleasure that only a dead pussy provided, but knew fucking the still goddess would be so much more intense.

“Time to teach your cunt what it's for, even if you won't learn,” He loved talking down to his deserving toy. “And it's about time; a mare that doesn't know what her holes are for has no reason or right to live.”

He slid his hooves over her flanks, exploring that enormous booty, ready to defile it. He'd broken the hymen on plenty of corpses, yet this tender, frigid flesh felt better than any of them against his steaming hot tip. The biggest, oldest mare he'd ever fuck, but he knew it'd feel better than even a newborn foal's virgin cadaver.

This might be the only time he would get to rape her tunnel lubricated with her own cunt honey, and he intended to enjoy it. He'd stared at this shapely plot so many times, imagining what it'd be like. He didn't even try to hide it, but Celestia had been too naïve to notice.

He pushed within, enjoying the frigid flesh of her hymen stretching against his tip before it snapped. He shivered violently as he defiled the most sacred place in Equestria. It felt so wrong to bone the beloved Princess of the Sun’s corpse, more so than any he'd had, and he loved it.

Her plot cheeks were still pliable as he pushed his belly against them, penetrating her fully. He groaned as he pressed deep, then pulled back and thrust against, enjoying the sound of his thick balls smacking the chilly fat ass.

He shivered at the clench of ice-cold flesh, prying it apart with each thrust. In the morgue's silence, he heard the sticky sound of her vaginal walls forced apart, then slurping back together every time he withdrew. As he arched his back, he increased the power of his thrust, pulling himself atop her more as he worked into it.

Grasping her large thighs with his magic, he moved them in return, forcing her to roll her dead hips against him as the sound of their slapping bellies grew louder. He pulled her head up, groaning as he continued to stare into her frightened, fluid-drenched face. The magic pulled her legs up, making her embrace the body of her rapist as she’d never embraced a stallion before.

“Celestia, your pussy is amazing,” Silver panted as he neared his next bliss. “To think you deprived every stallion you met of this hole for a thousand years, you insufferable cock-teasing cunt.”

He lit his horn again, sending jolts through her so that her frigid cunt twitched around his shaft. He shivered as the cool wet folds of flesh massaged his warm dick, leaning down to lap at her still-squishy breasts, moving his hooves to massage the spongy flesh.

“I can’t imagine why anypony would prefer you alive to this,” panted Silver. “After all the shit you’ve done, you don’t deserve to get pleasure from my fat cock.”

The power-trip of spreading the Sun Goddess’s cadaver cunt was intense. He’d gone off immediately had he not already came in her throat, but as it was, he still didn’t last long. Squeezing her breasts and arching his back again, he expelled another load of hot spunk to warm her ever so slightly inside, painting her wasted womb with his sperm.

“You know, you’re a bit large,” he smirked as he pumped a few more times to pack his sperm deeper. “I can’t reach your head to give you a smooch as I’m fucking this end. Let’s fix that.”

He picked up a hacksaw from a nearby table even as he withdrew his shaft from her, then lewd slurp loud within the surrounding silence. As he pushed his tip to her sphincter, he pressed the blade of the hacksaw against her neck, lodging it an inch below where her neck was pinched from her strangulation.

As he pushed into the dryer asshole, he tensed again. Even the large dead mare was tight in the tail hole, and he trembled as her tight anal ring glided down his length. He panted, leaning down to lick at her belly again before trying to concentrate on both thrusting and sawing.

The saw worked at her neck, slicing through the flesh like raw steak. He moaned as he watched the thick neck sliced open, taking it slowly to enjoy the sight. His shaft throbbed with renewed hardness as he watched the blade sink in, renewing his thrusting, his hips a blur as he pounded her ass and lifted her rump with both hands. Soon he was piledriving her against the floor as he sawed off her head.

“Immortal huh?” he half-laughed, half-moaned. “Seems your body comes apart as easily as any other, Goddess of Fuck Toys.”

He licked his lips as he sliced deeper and her head fell back, his fresh piss drooling over the neck stump from where it puddled against her neck. The hole that used to be her throat invited him, a surge of spunk already building in his loins. He kept working through, grinding at her spine now, putting more pressure as he worked through it.

As he raised her rump higher, he intertwined his forelegs with her large thighs as her hind legs flopped about from the impacts. His balls bounced against her pliable behind with each thrust, belly smacking against her cum-drooling twat. The most sought after plot in Equestria was now his to plow as he pleased any time he pleased, and he planned to go through the whole pony sutra with every hole.

Celestia’s head came free as he wrenched it, snapping the last bit of flesh off. He floated it towards him as he dropped the hacksaw, kissing her deeply as he continued to plow her. Coagulated blood oozed from her neck stump briefly, leaving a splatter of gore across her otherwise shiny white chest, like thick, cold pudding, as he made out hotly with her dead face.

Silver suckled his own cum and piss out of her well-used muzzle and staring into the expression of eternal horror on her face yet again, he filled her cadaver a third time. He blasted thick strings of spunk into her behind, then yanked himself free early to blow the rest of his load over her cold breasts, watching it splatter across them, drooling across her forever-hard nipples.

“Mmm,” grunted Silver as he tapered off again. “Good thing I drank those potions, or I’d be out by now, but I have one last hole I want to devirginize during our first of so many love making sessions, Princess Slut-Corpse.”

He let her rump fall back to the floor like the sack of thick meat it was, instead sitting up on his haunches and pushing into the neck stump of her head. He grinned stupidly at the texture of raw gore sliding over his shaft as he pushed into her throat from the opposite direction, then tight section where the cord strangled her provided an adequate ring to squeeze as he pushed inside.

Facing her towards a camera, he allowed her muzzle to fall open, letting it get a good view of her last fearful expression. It also got a nice view of his slick, gory tip as it pushed out of her throat and back into her muzzle from the wrong direction. He used his magic to make her limp tongue wrap around the tip as he thrust steadily into her.

“If you’d given a few more blow jobs while you were alive,” Silver panted. “You wouldn’t be giving a reverse blowjob now, you dumb whore.”

He turned, pushing her muzzle closed and then against her own cum-drooling pussy. He forced his weight against her, shoving it inside and continuing to thrust. As he forced her to eat out her own dead puss, her muzzle clamped shut and clenched around his tip even more firmly. It was the perfect humiliating defilement of the most sacred body in history.

“All those great deeds,” panted Silver. “All your great deeds and power end with this. It’s what you deserve for denying every dick while your pussy was still hot.”

He loved talking down to her. Though he was certain to make millions selling this video, he knew it would go public, eventually. When it did, he couldn’t wait to see her loving subjects react, seeing their goddess desecrated in such a fashion. Since Photo Finish would alter the video to appear as Blueblood, he had to wonder what would happen to him when it went public. That would be amusing. He'd even paid a whorse to get some of Blueblood's sperm to leave at the scene after he cleaned up his own.

And it wasn’t like he’d just make the one video. The thought of all he’d do to her corpse… it would be so amazing. Even if he got caught one day, this was worth any punishment they might levy against him. He was the stallion who took Celestia’s virginity, and there was no way to un-defile her holy cadaver.

He rolled over, pulling her muzzle from her puss and lying on his back atop her body instead. He writhed on the cool comfortable bed, grinding his plot against her soggy slut hole and feeling her breasts smush against his lower back as he thrust upwards into her neck.

Silver faced her head to stare into her eyes again, enjoying the sight of his throbbing member exiting her throat with each long thrust. He imagined the abject horror she must have experienced as the life she never expected to end crashed down around her, as her assassins explained exactly what would happen to her corpse.

It’d taken his entire life savings to finance Celestia’s assassination, but it was worth every penny. The mares Silver hired did an amazing job, getting her wet but not popping her cherry, making sure she died with that panic-stricken expression for him to gaze into forever. It was the perfect fate for the most royal of cock teases.

His lewd thoughts sent him over again. He blew a bigger load than ever as Celestia’s severed head vomited his spunk into the air. It rained down onto her face and his body as he continued to pump into her, his cock now poking free of a puddle of sperm in her maw as her limp tongue floated about in it.

He pulled free, moving her head upwards to kiss deeply. He slurped his warmth out of her frigid muzzle, lapping up over her wide-open eye again before relaxing with her sitting atop his belly.

Once he made a profit from the video of this bitch getting what she deserved, maybe he’d have enough to finance the assassination of all the princesses. He wondered who should die first. A threesome with Celestia and Luna’s cadavers would be amazing. Even if not a virgin, he imagined the Princess of Love made an excellent lay too. Then there were the newer ones, the Princess of Friendship and that precious little toddler Flurry Heart. He wanted to sink his pulsating shaft into every one of their ice-cold holes, maybe dress the underage princess like a filly guide as he used her.

It would be a mournful year for Equestria, but the best year ever for him. Life was good.