One should have a job they enjoy, it makes life easier. Especially if the things you enjoy in life are death. Golden Embalm was a nightguard at the Ponyville cemetery. As a matter of fact, he was the only guard at the cemetery. It was a rather new job that became available due to corpses going missing. This though was a result of him and his buddy Coldplay breaking in at night a digging them up and fucking them. This job made it easier, though, as he has access to the gate's keys.
Golden Embalm sat against a gravestone. He read a Ponyville newspaper in the dim, flickering light of the lantern that sat beside him. Beneath him was quite the stiff. A little, orange, pegasus filly. She is rather fresh too, died only two days prior. Apparently they were homeless and got botulism from eating from a trash bin. This'll be fun, fillies and colts were always the best to fuck, but it has always been rare to get a fresh one. Of course, you could take one from the streets, but the hassle of them squirming and screaming when you penetrate them or try to snuff them first isn't worth it when you can dig one up. Plus, dead fillies don't bite.
Golden Embalm looked up as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, it was his pal, Coldplay. He tossed the newspaper aside and sat the lantern on top of the grave. It was going to be a laborsome job that would leave them both weary, but it would be worth it.
"Is this the grave?" Coldplay asked
"Yep, little filly only two days dead" responded Golden Embalm as he gave a shovel to his friend, and they started digging. It was rather quiet, besides the sounds of nature: crickets, birds etc. the only noise was them shoveling while Coldplay hummed a quiet tune to himself. Golden Embalm passed time by thinking about the filly. The town was obviously devastated by the death, but how the hell did they let the filly go homeless for so long? One would think that witnessing a filly sleeping in a cardboard box in an alley or fighting raccoons for food scraps would've been enough for at least somepony to decide to help, but apparently not. This filly reportedly was friends with two other fillies and went to school, and yet nopony did anything. Now the filly is just three holes ready to be used without any cries of being raped.
Eventually they reached the coffin and carefully extracted it from its hole in the ground. Upon opening it the light smell of formaldehyde wafted into their noses, the body lied inside still fresh and relatively rot free on the outside. Those ponies at the morgue really work wonders. Staring into the dead filly's foggy eyes, Coldplay smiles, imagining what her tight cold anus will feel like.
Coldplay lifts the dead filly out of the coffin and lays her on the grass. "Dibs on her asshole" he quickly says. Looking at his friend, he notices a coin in his hoof. "What's that for?".
"We're going to make things interesting. Go ahead and sodomize her, but you have to cum inside her pussy" responds Golden Embalm.
"What do you mean?".
"An opportunity to fuck a filly this fresh is rare, why not make sure you remember it" Golden Embalm gets a devious grin on his face.
"I'm listening"
"We, my friend, are going to corpse mung. You can sodomize her anus raw, but you must cum inside her pussy, I'll do the same. Then I will flip this coin to see who the loser or winner, depending on how you see it, is. Who ever loses places their mouth over the filly's pussy while the other pony jumps on her stomach thus expelling the mix of embalming fluid residue, semen, rotting matter, maggots and the gasses that have been building up inside of her, into their mouth, and they must swallow."
As Golden embalm explains this, a frown forms on Coldplay's face. "That's... that's... what the fuck, I don't want to do that"
"It'll be fun, besides if you want to bury your cock in this filly then you must play my game"'
Coldplay contemplates for a moment but in the end agrees, after all what kind of genuine idiot would pass up an opportunity such as this one. "Fine, I'll do it" he says
"Excellent, and trust me, it'll be fun" says Golden Embalm as he turns around and bucks the filly in the mouth a few times, shattering her teeth. He turns the filly upside down and lets the loose teeth fall from her mouth. Dead fillies don't bite, but he doesn't want a snag.
Coldplay positions his cock with the filly's anus, it's a real beauty, bright orange and roughly the size of an Oreo. He pokes at her anus with the head of his penis. Slowly he forces it in. Even without them squirming around like when they are alive, it's still difficult to get it in when they are dead. The hole is so tight and cold, the muscles don't want to budge. He keeps applying pressure at the hole until his whole cock head is inside, then he pulls back out and spears at her anus some more. He repeats this, each time getting his penis further inside, until he eventually reaches the hilt. No wonder they scream so much when he does this to living fillies. It's like trying to force a hotdog through the eye of a needle.
Coldplay pulls out again, then starts fucking without much struggle now, each thrust producing a light plapping noise as his body slaps against the filly's ass. Golden Embalm is on the other side of the filly, fucking her throat. He smiles, staring down into her dead foggy eyes, thinking about how the final thing she will ever do is get her holes fucked and abused in what will be her final resting place.
Coldplay speeds up as he becomes close to cumming. His breaths become quick and short as the plapping noise becomes more aggressive. It all becomes too much, and he cums deep inside the filly's rectum before he can pull out. "Shit" he mutters.
Golden Embalm looks up at his friend, "what's the matter?"
"I just sprayed the inside of her colon white" he says
"Moron, better start feltching" Golden Embalm chuckles and pulls out. He starts penetrating the filly's pussy until he reaches the hilt and blows his load inside before stepping aside. Coldplay places his lips over the filly's ponut and starts sucking. He gags at the salty taste as his mouth becomes full of his own spunk. He quickly puts his mouth on the filly's vagina and spits it inside, before repeating the process until the filly's anus is relatively semen free.
Golden Embalm places the filly on the ground on her back. "Moment of truth, heads I mung her, tails you mung her". Golden Embalm flips the coin, and it lands on tails.
Coldplay frowns deeply and sighs, "let's get this over with". He places his mouth over the filly's vagina. Golden embalm climbs on the gravestone and jumps down onto the filly, his hooves crushing her stomach and even going through her flesh. The air build up, rotting corpse matter, embalming fluid and semen mixed together and sprayed into the inside of Coldplay's mouth and down his throat. He began gagging as he coughs up the mung that sprayed into his throat. Quickly he swallows. He begins dry heaving, but ultimately keeps it all down.
"Oh, I forgot to mention" Golden Embalm says, "loser also reburies the body by himself"
"fuck." Coldplay mutters
